The women were beautiful, the exports bountiful, and the songs from the local bards in taverns or ceremonies were delightful to those that came to hea..., or was there to hear.Of course, not everyone shared the same sentiments of them being a peaceful people. Fueled not by jealousy but by culture, riches, or politics, there were those that saw Prosperia as a luxury that was not meant to be, or a diamond in the rough that was theirs to claim. That was the opinion of the Warchief of the local. So this was the perfect time for me and my beloved to get together, finally. We persuaded our families to go to the fair on the same day. Everything was falling into place.Ever since that afternoon in the auditorium, I had been dying to see her. Anything would do for me. I wanted to hold her, kiss her, just be with her. Finally, I would have my chance. We discussed whereabouts in the fairgrounds we could have sex but couldn't think of any place. We decided to leave it until the day of. Just. I only got 19 years then. That afternoon,was one of the muggiest days of that summer. We were on our way back from a short trip. The Land rover was darting fast along the unpaved road among the hills, leaving a tang of dust behind. It was before sunset. The horizon was panted orange, with patches of yellow scudding clouds against it. The sundial was wan and pale, sinking behind the hills at the vista, dragging down its orange rays behind them. The scene was hermit granting me an air of glamour.. When we asked why she didn't bring a friend, she said she had gotten divorced recently and really wanted to be alone for once.One morning mom stayed in bed and I went down to the exercise room alone. Karla was there looking drop dead gorgeous, and we were waiting at the door when it opened. The place was empty.Karla led me into the dressing room and asked if I could keep a secret. I said yes."I want to kiss you," she said, moving close but not pushing me.My vagina squeezed and my tummy.