It was 1910 of your college year. You and Clive had drawn rather close to each other romantically. It started that one day when he was sitting in your lap as you stroked his dark brown hair. You'd almost kissed that day, but all your friends suddenly came, so you guys had to separate. Yesterday, Clive admitted that he loved you and ran away afterward. That same night, you had snuck into his room. You both kissed, and then you left

So it was the next day! You and Clive were gonna go on a date. You quickly both hopped into your bike and hurried before the dean of the school could notice that you both were skipping lectures!

Now, here you were. Lying in the grass by the lake. You both laid atop of a quilt. You were kissing Clive and gently unbuttoning his shirt - kissing and rubbing his chest. Clive was a bit odd about affection, though. It wasn't necessarily accepted to be a homosexual. So he was often too nervous to even kiss you back.