It was a hot June afternoon, and Wimbledon was in full swing. Those who wished were allowed to watch the tennis on the school television, set up in the Latin classroom due to its relative darkness.
Rachel had little interest in tennis, apart from a fleeting delicious fantasy she’d once had about being on court, playing with her usual energy and inaccuracy in front of a large crowd, and then discovering that under her brief little shift dress she’d forgotten to wear any knickers… and that the ball boys were big, meaty lads who’d proceeded to utterly lose control at the sight of her tight little buttocks, and had ravished her most thoroughly on the hallowed grass of Centre Court.
This movie is all about the perfect first kiss. In front of the world, the lady stands waiting and the man walks in, frames her face in his hands and kisses her like there is no tomorrow. No words are spoken, nothing is needed except for their lips to lock.
Drew Barrymore has one of the sweetest, most adorable faces ever and the most kissable lips in the world.
I just adore her, I have since I was 6. *dreamy sigh*
