” “Are you serious? You really think that I would touch your dick? No fucking way, ever!” she replied in a very pissed off manor. “But you t...uch other guy’s dicks; you suck other guy’s dicks; why not just touch mine?” I asked. “Because I have no sexual feelings at all for you,” she answered, “You know that, and I would never, ever touch you sexually, under no circumstances would I ever do that!” She squeezed my hand and finished with, “It would be like touching my brother, it is just not. She is much more experienced than me I thought to myself, anxious that I would not be able to please my heartbeat had grown to a terrifying crescendo. I took solace in the fact that she would let me know exactly how she should be treated, much like in the authoritive and forceful way she told me what she expected form me in the pictures we had previously exchanged.I reached the door to the green room took one deep breath and entered, she was sitting on a sofer at the far end of the room, her. We couldn’t stop our hands fluttering and testing textures, something we had been longing to do. My hands traced the hair on his arm, the muscles underneath, the beard on his face. His were similarly busy, touching the skin on my knuckles, at my neck, under my ear. It was all simultaneously familiar and completely new. I kept on inhaling, breathing his scent in to keep in my heart forever. This was bittersweet – a moment stolen in time, and we knew to appreciate and use every second of our time. And who knew what could happen in the future, during the minimum six more years of school ahead of us, if you counted medical school?"What's your schedule look like next quarter?" I asked with feigned casualness."I've got Biology 280, Chemistry 275, and Western Civ 101."I raised my eyebrows. "Western Civ ... isn't that the 'sociology for jocks' class?"She nodded a bit sheepishly. "It's a distribution credit thing. It's in the social sciences college, and I have to have five more 'social'.