We had a couple sleepovers, which included other friends of ours and my younger siblings. We'd all end up sprawled on the living room carpet at 5 AM, with my YF and I locked in embrace by the time we woke up (he always somehow managed to roll himself up to me, no matter what tangled mess the 6 of us were in). I never really thought about its 'right' or 'wrongs'. Figured we were both asleep as it happened and people wouldn't take it the wrong way.

But I did make it a point to restrain my YF on all matters of sexual talk. He wasn't the most discreet, he was curious, just entering puberty and all that, but I didn't want to engage in any discussion of anything remotely related for fear of people finding out and the fallout that would ensue. I couldn't shut him up, though, if I tried. It was a one-way conversation. But I never got in trouble.