The night goes on, we flick between channels and land on a full-frontal channel. I could clearly see he was doing the same. I was feeling horny and was rubbing myself under my duvet. Skip the boring bits, we were both in separate beds, sipping on beers and watching good old Babestation, on his TV in his room. This one particular night, we had been allowed a couple of beers with dinner (which had gone straight to my head). We would have sleepovers fairly regularly since neither of us had girlfriends and we would end up gaming until late, so we often figured we may as well stay. When I was 16, I was sleeping over at my best friend’s house.
