That clean smell you get when you’ve just had a shower, the surprising softness of skin that’s just been washed, the way chest hairs glisten in th...e half-light of the bedroom when the curtains are closed. I have always had a thing for the way a man feels and smells, whatever they’ve been doing! That morning was no exception either. I remember the friction of the sheets on my hardening nipples as I rolled onto my back and the involuntary sigh that followed it. It always amazes me how quickly I. We had to pay attention in class, because if you didn't get it the first time you got left behind. Most classes were lecture-style and we took copious notes. The books we needed were expensive, and the tuition - although cheaper than a regular college - made a big dent in my savings account.About thirty-five people had signed up for Nursing, and we all had the same curriculum. They included four guys, one of whom was an ex-Green Beret. The Introduction to Nursing came first, and covered basic. I switched off the light, and hoped that Anne didn't need to use the facilities.Initially, I sat quietly on the commode. Anne's voice grew louder as I heard her enter the bedroom. When I could make out what she was saying, I was shocked."God! I'm dripping wet! My panties are soaking." Anne exclaimed breathlessly.Whether by serendipity or by plan, I realized that I could see most of the bedroom including our bed in the reflection of the vanity mirror. There, I saw a reversed image of Anne. By anyone. "If I remember correctly", she continued "It was you who first brought up the thing about us girls undressing and stuff. So it's not as if you didn't get a chance to speak, and so you could have said something then, but didn't". Lots of nodding heads. More murmerings. I took up the reins. "You say that Zoe's too young and it would be embarrassing". He nodded. "Are you therefore saying that you would NOT be embarrassed if you did your thing with her out of the room and only US here?".