Mike and I had know each other four years, had lived together for two. I was sixteen when we met, he seventeen. Neither of us had been with another person — in the full sense of the word.
There came a point in our relationship where we began to discuss what we had missed by never having had sex with other people. Over time we sort of agreed that if the opportunity arose it would be okay to go with another person, but only as long we were completely honest with each other, told each other everything.
I was secure enough in my love for him not to mind him going with another girl. I knew he loved me deeply, and I him. It was just we both through we had missed out on something.
At that time an affair with my boss was on the cards. I’d seen how he looked at me, how he made the effort to come over and chat. He had this playful way about him, made me laugh a lot. He was a real charmer and extremely good looking.