Bette held her breath before she leaned in towards her “friend”. she had never been more nervous about a kiss in her life. Not even all those years ago when she leaned in a similiar way for the first time towards tina. This was definetly not planned. Oh how life threw unexpected things at her…Bette felt sometimes like a pariah and sometimes like a goddess. Most times though like a brick in the wall. But right now…this second…she felt both on top of the world and nervous as a shaking first-grader on the very first day of school. Vaila on the other hand, seemed to be very calm about what was presently going on. That is to say she had absolutely no objection to Bette sitting on her lap moving in for their first smooch. They were in one of those stupid little photoboxes..you know…four photos for four dollars. Located in a white pristine clone of a mall where fat kids swarmed Purdy’s and “old but not that old” women flocked ginny’s…basically where people who had nothing better to do. Bette and Vaila went there to get catch a movie..course they never went..instead the little girl in Bette spotted the photobox an din they went. Once inside the sexual tension could be cut like a ribbon. Bette sat beside then on Vaila, for more “room”. They took one photo that showed two friends grinning…the others were quite a bit different.

 Bette didn’t know why she kissed her. They were suppossed to “court” each other as friends. And friends they certainly were. Vaila knew almost all there was to know about Bette. Those late-night phone calls seemed to bring the honesty out of Bette. And they were friendly talk in person, invites to each other’s house for tea or cookies or whatever…Bette loved that idea of friendship before being lovers. she never really had that. well…besides tina.

 The kiss was….a kiss. Two lips meeting, parting, saliva exchanged, lips moving more, until Bette could feel Vaila’s mouth on her neck. That was when Bette knew she should stop. Otherwise they would soon go too far…and they were in a ***** photobox…in a mall, not at home. Bette managed to say a breathy “stop”…Vaila stopped and knew why they had to stop. They looked at each for a second before bursting out into huge bellylaughs. Bette actually felt comfortable around this woman.