Matthew and I met when we were at Stanford University. We were both studying medicine as undergraduates. We had been to Brooklyn high school but since then we were real ennemies. He was the first boy of our promotion and I was the first girl. We were both hardworking as both of our families had financial issues and if work was not assiduous, our dreams to go study medicine in the most prestihious university would vanish in the blink of an eye. We both received scolarship to Standford and we were in the same course with same professor.
I can tell you, having your ennemy since you are 12 to 19 years old and from then on, knowing you'd be living in proximity to him until you're in your 30's is real hell.
However, one day, surprisingly, Matthew came to my table to have lunch with me. We talked about everything and nothing as if there was no competition between us. He invited me to dinner and I agreed.
That night was an unforgettable one. We were in one of the best restaurant in the world. I guessed where the money to pay the bill came from, but who cares?
We talked about our childhood and our parents. Our first love and our first kiss. But none of thus had had a kiss before. And when he told me he had not had a kiss, from that very second, I extremely wanted to place my lips over his.
And this is what exactly happened when he brought me to my room on the campus. He waved me goodbye. But I didn't. We looked intensely into each other's eyes. Silently. And like a magnet, we were attracted to each other . He hauled me to his body. My hands went to his neck and his, aound my waist. I felt shivers going through my body. He came closer and I could feel his well-defined abdos. He hesitantly kissed me. I kissed him but more confidently. I never had had that feeling of pleasure. That feeling of loving being close to someone.
Matthew entered my room. As if he was experienced in the subject, he opened the zip of my dress, while I opened his shirt and his pants. And for the first time, we made love.
That was how all began.
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