I hadn’t known Faye that long, but we had become good friends over the past few months. We were both interested in drama, and we both took part in the school production. I wouldn’t call myself popular, but I had quite a few friends and I did well in lessons. I was 5 foot 5 and around 80kg at 15, but I didn’t do much sport as my only interest was drama. The most I had ever gone with anyone was kissing, so I was quite inexperienced.

Faye, on the other hand, was stunning. At 5 foot 7, she was slim and toned after years of sport, as she played netball. She barely needed any makeup as her skin was golden and smooth. She had long, slender legs and an arse to die for, not to mention her full, large tits. Looking back, I think they were a 32 B or C.

I was rehearsing a monologue in one of the private upstairs rooms in the theatre when I heard someone climbing the ladder up. Confused as to who it could be (this was at lunch time and barely anyone came to the theatre then except me). I looked down, and it was Faye climbing up.

‘Oh, hi Faye’ I said.

‘Hi Olly, what are you doing up here?’ she said as she reached the top rung.

‘Oh, I’m just revising for my monologue, what about you?’

‘Drama coursework. It’s so boring!’

‘I know!’

She turned to go to the other room upstairs, but spun and said,

‘Can you help me Olly?