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A few days ago, I asked a girl in one of my classes if she wanted to catch a movie together sometime. Her name was Sandee and she was my idea of perfection; long brown hair, a pretty smile, a tight body and beautiful hands. She looked at me like I was a pervert. Before she could say anything, I added, "I mean, you know, with our boyfriends." I knew it didn't sound convincing. Sandee just looked away without bothering to answer. I was walking across the quad later, feeling like shit, when Sandee appeared beside me. Her voice low, she said, "Look, I'm sorry I was a bitch. I just ... I never ... I mean, you know how it is, right?" I felt all tingly. I knew exactly what she meant, but I wanted to hear her say it. I asked, "How what is?" She looked to both sides. She whispered, "Come on, don't make this any harder for me than it already is." She looked sexy in her distress. She clearly wanted to see what it was like to be with a girl, but only if nobody else on campus would know about it.
That was why she had reacted so negatively when I spoke to her in class. I said, "Do you want to go to my place and try? I live off-campus by myself." I knew that last part would be important to her. She looked around, making sure the coast was clear, then she murmured, "Okay." She was like a different person once we were inside my apartment, playing with Lilith, my cat, while I made tea.
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