The girl donned a billowy, Victorian style dress, one with a low neck line as to accentuate what little stock she had to show off to him. The abdomen line of the dress was tight fitting though, and the young woman looked appealing around her stomach. Underneath the girl had slipped on lacy, blue panties, the ones that made her butt look cute, she thought, and a nice, helpful bra, one with blue lace over the cups as well. These pieces mostly made her feel sexier as she made her way through the day, though they could be useful if one of her daydreams would morph into a perfect reality. Her hair became one with God, as it was the unachievable flawlessness that girls everywhere yearned for, and it was hers. Her in-between colored hair cascaded down her back, to the short middle of it, just under her shoulder blades. The ends glistened, and beckoned him to reach out and feel them, as they were really soft- she conditioned heavily, just for the pleasure of him if he were to touch them. Around her face, the hair parted a little past one half of her head, and she tucked it behind her ear, as the usual. A piece still dangled playfully in front of her face, and it brushed her unadorned eyelashes. She decided to curl it, as to emphasize the colonial, royal look that she was pulling off so well. The best, though, was that her touchable lips sparkled, entrancingly, and he wanted to kiss her, although she did not know this. Foolish, of the handsome boy, not to show her his desire, for that was the only reason she went through all of that preparation. Yes, the girl dreamt deeply of that kiss, and the dress and hair and lips were all designed to function so perfectly within each other to produce that result, the inaudible kiss.

The poor, helpless boy, she thought. He just attracted one of the most passionate, adoring girls in the grade, it’s not his fault, she supposed. However, the signs that he sent back to her kept her within his arms, never letting go. The fisherman did not want to eat his fish, but would catch one anyway, vegetarian or not.

But, at once, mid-sentence, the girl was cut off from her blabbering, the pointless stuff that was less than what they were capable of. He bent his head just slightly to the left, and his hair swished across his forehead in time with it. Then he leaned in more, and put his lips onto hers. The embrace was ethereal, and the girl opened her eyes, but closed them again, tranquil and whole, finally. His lips were surprisingly soft, and he kissed hard. His hand silently moved and brushed her hair; she smiled inwardly as the conditioner investment was completely worth it. She slowly and almost cautiously inched her hand forward until her fingertips rested on his chest, kind of exploring the hardness of it, until her whole palm rested gingerly upon the safe part of him.

He released, and she looked intensely into the dark eyes, with the soft eyelashes that accentuated them. He stared silently back at her, and she smiled.