We went outside onto the porch and sat talking for a long time. I kissed her gently, thinking it would be a great scene for our first kiss. She didn't... respond. Her lips gave no motion. I looked at her eyes, and saw the tears forming again."Julie, I'm sorry, I guess I shouldn't have done that. I wanted to all weekend is all." I said softly."It's OK, it's just that, well I haven't since the accident is all." She said."Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked her. "I mean, If you want to tell me. Brad gives terrible pressure, glad I'm not a goalkeeper facing him one-on-one. He'd score every time.Then suddenly Chris yelled out to me, "Mike, check out that chick heading towards the main hall." That girl was stunning. She's a sexy brunette, her hair tied into a ponytail, at backbone length, and nice bangs, too. wearing a cute singlet and short shorts, she's a looker. She must've turned many heads since she got down the car. And I bet people were looking at her 34CC too. So the boys. She was a good girl, not really sure what her freak level was, what she might like, and what she might be open to. As she arrived, she gave me a big hug, letting me feel those breasts against me, I was read to pull them out right then, but I didn’t want to be aggressive, I wanted to her to feel her own way toward me. I got her a glass of wine, she liked the white zin, but I am not sure it mattered, she wanted to be ready to enjoy herself and the moment. She was a very attractive and I did love. Over our boiled egg and toast breakfast, we caught up with what the others had been doing in our absence. Vee and Fred had attended the Folk Music Society’s “Vicars and Tarts” fancy dress Valentines party on the Friday night; they had really had a good time, although Fred happily admitted that a couple of the other female partygoers had worn costumes that caused him problems in knowing where to look. From the smug grin on Vee’s face as she looked at him confessing this, I guessed that she had.