Michelle is never this timid. “Did you kiss your teacher that night we went out for sushi?” She blurted out. “Oh my God,” I cried, I felt e...barrassed. I hated to keep secrets from my best friend as well. My heart started to pound against my chest. “You were! Oh my God, I don't believe it,” she said as she stopped braiding my hair. “I was going to tell you, I just didn't want people to find out,” I replied. She started to braid my hair again like the good friend that she is. “You know. We were both breathless when we ended the kiss. She said very softly, “I liked that.”“I did, too.” I smiled at her smiling face. “Are we ready to go?”“Yes. What are we going to do?”“Since we aren’t chaperoned, we should be doing it outside.” I grinned. She grinned with me. She also nodded.She grabbed a small purse and we left the apartment smiling happily. Rachel was wearing shorts, sneakers and a pull-over blouse. I was dressed similarly. I said, “Why don’t we go somewhere where we can walk.. My boyfriend and I have an open relationship, but it's a rule that the other person must be there also. We always decided if we want to watch, or participate for that evening. I had agreed a few weeks before, to a threesome with my girlfriend and him. I had a condition though, that I wanted to have sex with a couple of guys, perhaps three, at the same time and he had agreed.So the night of the banquet, I didn't know that tonight was the night. Part of me as hoping that something would. As she stepped over me, her foot grazed my butt. In one hand I held a brush. I flipped around to examine my portrait of Valentine more closely. Oil paint sprayed all over her. She squealed. Since she had her period, she gave off a vivid smell. Emily, a friend, came up to me at my school locker. She asked me to wear a black armband because of the war. It was spring, May Day. Nervously I turned her down. She nodded, putting her hand on my shoulder. After I told a dirty joke, Valentine froze. She.