posted by sooyup
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Courting days
[Monday, 22nd June, 1959] Big summer-time moan. Like all the girls, Emma Jane wears thin cotton dresses or blouses when it’s hot, so I’m more desperate than ever to get my hands on her. But there’s always so many people about in the park, walking dogs or playing with the kids, and it doesn’t get dark till after I’ve taken Emma home. Spent all yesterday afternoon in Clarkes Gardens, snogging in the long grass at the edge of the plateau - where they can’t cut the grass because of the steep bank. Got lots of tit, but only through her dress, which didn’t unfasten down the front. Complained bitterly about that too! After an hour of kissing and feeling her, I was in a real state. With ten minutes to go, I pulled up the front of her dress and lay on top of her, pretending to make love. Then suddenly another couple popped up as if from nowhere, having climbed up the bank. I didn’t have time to climb off Emma, so we just lay there and closed our eyes, as if that made us invisible. They could easily have stepped over us, but were considerate enough to walk round. We watched them walk off, giggling, and were thankful not to recognise them from the back.