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Rosie and I have been going out to see Alex about twice a week. We are on Christmas vacation right now, and the students have gone home for the Holidays, we are still here. Last night I decided to talk Alex into letting Rosie come in with me to see him. He said it was fine, but he had an issue. He said he had brought some wine he had snagged from the church office, and wanted to share it with me, would it be alright we split it then with us three instead of two?

When we got to the shed, and settled down, Alex brought out the bottle, Rosie was shaking her head “no”, and was worried about it. She was scared that we would be caught; she had never had alcohol before. I had, during Christmas when I was with my family. Champagne was served to all, one half cup, but I went around sipping on other people’s cups when they weren’t looking, there were so many people, that nobody had noticed. That is until the day I got caught, I don’t want to remember that. I told Rosie it was safe, and we would make sure she was alright.

We sat on the ground and passed around the wine bottle and talked. It was all good until I had a hare-brained idea. I told Alex that I tell Rosie everything, she is my best friend, and that I had told her about the kisses he gives me. I asked him if he would kiss her, because maybe I didn’t do it justice. He should, because he gave me shivers and felt amazing. I wanted to share this wonderful feeling with my best friend; and I would like him to kiss her because I trusted him. We were sitting on the floor in a circle, so he scooted closer to her and told her not to be scared, she just nodded and closed her eyes. He kissed her so tenderly that I thought I was melting. I felt so happy for her; she had never had a boy kiss her before. I watched as his hands roamed around her waist and then hold her a bit higher, she sighed heavily and then, little shudders. I was watching them so carefully, nothing could have distracted me. Alex was kind, loving and sweet; I wanted to share what I had. On the way back to the dormitory, Rosie said that she felt so special, to have been included in my own adventure. I told her I wouldn’t want any less for my dear friend; she has been so good to me.