It was the second year of college when I met Damian. He was in his graduate year.

We were working on an assignment in a field of red poppies when Damian first kissed me.

I had been teasing him all morning.

I would adjust my skirt, scratch an itch just beside my C cup breasts, and finally broke his resolve to study when I sat into the accomplished yoga pose.

His eyes were like fire and in a single bound his mouth was on mine.

I pressed my breasts into him and deepened the kiss.

Then it started to rain.