I do not know how I have let this rile me so much. Normally such gossip and hearsay are water off a duck’s back to me. I’ve been the subject of gossip before – how I dress, how I manage my affairs, even how I walk. Protective mothers and aunts may warn their charges to not get too close to Miss Lister. Perhaps I really care this time? Care that Miss Walker might be snatched away from me before I get any further than a bit of kissing. I know well she liked it. She couldn’t stop herself. We could have kissed for hours until our faces were sore and we were too exhausted to continue. Of course, I left it at just a kiss again, kept my hands only on her arms and lower back and her gentle little neck. All very decent of me while growing hot down there and having to contain myself so that I may leave her wanting more. I asked her how she felt, and she seemed to think I was unlike any woman she had known. How unsurprised I was at that. She asked if what we were doing was wrong, so I reassured her greatly that we were just enjoying something pleasurable and two unattached ladies were more than permitted to enjoy a small amount of pleasure every now and then.

I know for sure now she is keen on me. It was she who arranged our second walk, knowing full well we would be alone. Despite her aunt’s warning, she showed no resistance at all when I held her hand and drew her close to me, but if she is going to question what is wrong at just a kiss, I wonder if this adventure may take a long time to progress to anything close to proper pleasure. Will she be worth it? I’m not sure. She certainly kisses well, passionately and deeply, and is not afraid to use her tongue and nip at my lips with her teeth. She presses hard into my neck and back with her delicate hands as if wanting us to merge into one. I believe I will eventually have my way with her. I believe she wants it too.