He knew that given their sizedifference he would end up playing the girl. The previous year he went onvacation that weekend so he was able to skip the...prom, but this year hisparents were out of the country on business so he was stuck."Fine," Charles said knowing it would be easier to go with a friend thanwith someone he didn't know very well."Thanks man," Stan said, "I owe you one."Things went on as usual between them in the next couple weeks. Aroundcampus they would see other boys asking each. "Tickets, please." I d-d-don't have one."Oh, yes, my lucky day. In less than five minutes I'm pounding you in the cabin, boy."You know you're supposed to come to see me just after the departure. I have to give you a fine." B-But..." But what? You were trying to hide here, don't you? You really thought I wouldn't see you? It's fifty euros if you pay now, eighty-eight if you pay later."His eyes filled with tears. Why didn't he pay the fucking four euros to buy a ticket? Suddenly, I heard some. I turned a corner and squelched my way across an empty intersection, congratulating myself on the fact that I was entering the home stretch—just a couple blocks to go. At this point I crossed the crest of a gently sloping hill, a residential neighborhood stretching before me, two stories of brick-façade apartment buildings of the same design and generation as the one I lived in arranged in neat procession to either side of the street. By this time I was alone, with no sign of pedestrian or. It was not a teasing where one denied the delivery of pleasure to the other. It was an unspoken agreement that the first kiss would be an event that lasted longer than what most lovers would deem ordinarily appropriate. Their first kiss would be a dance of desire, a restrained courtship of two lusts eager to embrace, with abandon themselves. Their hunger demanded the taste of extraordinary. For they had waited a seemingly lifetime for the arrival of such pleasure.Neither of them spoke, but both.