I extended my hand to help Benny up and asked him if he was alright.“Yeah, thanks to you,” he said, as he brushed his shoulder length blonde curls... out of his face and brushed leaves off his clothes. He had tears in his eyes, which were bright blue with long lashes like a girl. “But you shouldn’t have done that. Now they’ll think you’re a queer too and you’ll never hear the end of it”.“I don’t care,” I told him as we walked together farther into the forest. “I’d like to see them try to attack. We had talked about it, dreamed, wondered and imagined how it would be.There is always that initial excitement, knowing the possibility of passion, coming together for the first time. The frenzied furious groping, explorations and caresses.That would come, later perhaps, but not now.Now, as we knew it would be, had to be, was even more intimate. Many might not see it as such, but we did. This dance, our first dance together would be far more sensual, far more erotic than anything we could have. So at that moment, I asked her indirectly about having sex with me for which she got angry and started cursing me.For many days we didn’t talk to each other. One fine day she messaged me as “how r u?”. To which I didn’t reply, and the same scene continued for 4- 5 days. Then finally she called me and said ‘why are you not talking to me?’, to which I replied as I am unable to control my emotions for you, I want you, I want to make love with you.To which she replied, this is not right. For that,. We had hit it off immediately. With a keen eye for details, she had immediately identified me as being at least North-American before I even opened my mouth. She had given me her phone number and address, never expecting to hear back from me. How surprised she was when she heard my voice at the other end of the line about a week later! She was beside herself and we quickly set up a rendez-vous and we spent the whole evening chatting as if we were long-time friends reconnecting after a long.