Back then, when I was obsessed with teenage love and sex, I lacked confidence and could only watch from afar—your smile, the way you played with your friends. If only I could have touched you back then... Your legs stretching out from under your skirt, the bare skin peeking from the hem of your sailor uniform, the marks left by your socks, the bloomers showing beneath your shorts, your swaying ponytail, the beads of sweat on your nape, the alluring look in your eyes... A secret night of love with a girl sleeping in the infirmary, vibrator play and lewd conversations with a girl whose bloomers were showing during gym class. This work captures the pure romance and sexual longing of adolescence.