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that they were extremely focused on details. I knew that
if I didn't provide those details, chances were they wouldn't leave me alone
until they got them. I shrugged and decided it didn't really matter. I didn't
think anyone like Luke could meet all of the stipulations on my perfect man
list, anyway. "Down there," I admitted, vaguely pointing to my groin.
“His hand was firm and warm. When I touched his forearms-"
    “When did you touch his forearms?" Desiree
demanded. "Are you holding back on us, Jessica?"
    I shook my head and made a noise. "No, I told you
he kissed me. We were standing close together and he had his arms around my
shoulders-"
    "And you left that part out, too?" Selena gasped,
glancing at the others. "Can you believe this? The first time that we hear
of Jessica actually kissing a guy and she's leaving out all the juicy
details!"
    "If you would let me finish, I'd be more than
happy to supply the juicy details," I said. “As I was saying, we were
standing face to face. He placed his arms around my back and we kissed. He even
started French kissing me, and while he was, I placed my hands on his forearms.
Okay?"
    "Okay," Desiree said. "Go on."
    "We kissed," I shrugged. "It was
nice-"
    "Just nice?" Becky grinned.
    "Oh, for crying out loud," I exclaimed.
"What do you want me to say? It was nice! His lips and tongue were warm,
his arms were muscled, and he smelled really good-"
    "More details left out!" Desiree teased.
    I stuck my tongue out at her and then smiled.
"I've never seen him around here before, have any of you?"
    "Don't try to change the subject," Becky
insisted. "What did he smell like?"
    "I'm not sure, but I didn't recognize the cologne.
It was kind of a woodsy, earthy scent. The first through that hit my senses was
that it was kind of a combination between musk and sandalwood."
    " Dudette , it's making
me hot to think about it," Desiree said, suggestively licking her lips.
    All of us joined in laughter, and then I shook my
head. "If I hadn't it been a little tipsy, I probably wouldn't even have
kissed him at all," I said. “I don't regret it, but I doubt if I'll ever
see him again, anyway. Which reminds me – have any of you ever seen him on
campus?"
    The girls shook their heads, and it was suggested that
he was a transfer student or perhaps he had just moved into the area. Again, it
probably didn't matter. I certainly wasn't going to go chasing after him, and
it wasn't likely that I would even see him again. I didn't often go to
fraternity parties, especially after classes started. I was much more
responsible than that.
    *
    Monday morning was the first day of school. I had a
full schedule today, starting with advanced chemistry, moving on to psychology,
and then a brief break for lunch. After lunch my classes were all health-based
topics. The girls and I walked to campus together, before each of us went our
separate ways. I was fairly familiar with the campus so didn't have much
trouble finding my chemistry class. By the time I walked inside, it was about
halfway full. I sat near the back, like I usually do, close enough to see the
white board or any visuals, but not up near the front. I didn't like being close
to the front. Around each side of the classroom stood oblong shelves bearing a
variety of chemical bottles, microscopes, and test tubes of various sizes – typical
college chemistry classroom environment.
    Just when it was time for class to start, the professor
made his entrance, bearing an armload of books in one hand, a ratty old leather
satchel in the other. I had had him for one semester last year and knew him to
be a fair, yet demanding instructor. I sighed as the professor introduced
himself and began to give his first-day-of-class speech. It was repeated
verbatim from the previous year, and I could surmise, for years before that.
    Several moments later, I heard noise behind me and
realized that a student had arrived late. Nice way to make a first impression
on the first day of