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forcing me to sound like the biggest nerd walking.
    “Hi, Cody, nice to meet you,” she said, offering her hand to me.
    I shook her hand, still unable to wrap my mind around the fact that I had no shot at all with her. But I probably would not have a shot if she was straight. No woman that looked like her would ever be with a geek like me. Not for all the tea in China.
    “We’re headed to the student center for some coffee. Wanna come with us?” Pat asked.
    “I…I’d um…love to.” I tried to hide my shyness, but it wore on me like a leather coat.
    “Are you okay?” Serina asked. “You look a little pale.”
    “Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied. “Just a little hungry, I guess.” I felt myself staring at her cleavage and shifted my eyes nervously.
    “Well, let’s get rolling before classes start. We don’t want to be late on our first day,” Pat said.
    I had to get some food in me and I jumped at the chance to chat with them. I was very curious to hear their story. Plus, even if I could not have Serina, I could at least admire her from afar. I quickly slung my backpack over my shoulder and followed behind them like a stray puppy looking for a treat.
    Walking behind the girls I observed the vast difference between them. Pat had very short platinum blond hair that spiked out on the top. She walked almost like a boy and had a thick musculature. She wore a cut-off pair of denim jeans for shorts and an open flannel shirt with a cotton T-shirt underneath. On the other hand, Serina swayed while she walked, and reeked of lilac and gardenia. She wore a sexy short white skirt with golden Roman sandals.
    As we sat down in the large circular cafeteria in the student lounge I immediately probed them as to how they met and how long they have been together. Serina was very quiet and quite reserved. Patricia did most of the talking. When Serina actually did speak, I noticed a slight accent.
    “I love your accent,” I said, sipping on the hot coffee in front of me.
    “I’m from Bulgaria,” Serina said. “I came to America on a student visa.”
    “Where did you two meet? I asked.
    “We met in college,” Pat said. “We were roommates and discovered some pretty nice secrets about each other.” She giggled.
    I noticed Pat reaching under the table, dropping her hand on Serina’s lap, and they interlaced fingers. God, how I wanted to sit between them. I could feel their sexual chemistry, and wanted to share in it badly.
    “Much to my surprise, Serina never had a girlfriend before me,” Pat offered.
    “We’ve been together exclusively for two and a half years,” Serina added.
    I could almost see them interlocked in a soft, sexual embrace. Satin skin against skin, nipple on nipple, lips on lips.
    I told them my story and how I came to be a nursing student. They were both equally touched and commended me for pursuing the career path my mother had chosen all those years ago.
    “Your mother must have been a very strong woman,” Pat commented.
    I nodded, but asked a question that was more relevant to me.
    “This might seem a little forward, but have either of you ever been with…you know…a guy?”
    They both had been in heterosexual relationships in the past but seemed to prefer the regular company of a female over a male.
    “Now that we are being open about our private lives, I’ve got a question for you,” Serina said, eyeing me suspiciously.
    “You wanna know if I am gay, right?” I asked intuitively.
    “Well, yeah.” They giggled in unison. “How did you know?” Serina asked.
    I had to chuckle a little bit because growing up, I got that question a lot.
    “Lots of people think so. I guess being raised by a single mom put me in touch with my feminine side.” I giggled as well.
    “Like most men I know, I have experimented with the same sex but I preferred women. Most men will not admit that they, in one way or another, have had sex with another man. Homophobia is an ugly reality and I do my best not to