Pretty Petals
Yvette Black gave me the second of our kisses for the evening. The first had been at the end at the tail end of a very nice, impromptu date. Yvette and I weren't the best of friends but we didn't know anyone else interested in going to the art exhibition. I was a little nervous because it was the first time I had hung out with her without anyone else from our circles, and I had a major crush on her. I was pleased, but made doubly conscious of my feelings, by her choice of outfit when I met her...