Oh damn. I didn’t have on a bra. My nipples were strong and hard. I opened the door and Jim stepped in. I closed the door and latched the deadbolt. ...“You’ve got this,” I thought to myself, “Just be cool.” Jim looked around, his fingers stuffed inside the front of his jeans pockets. “You put on a good show,” Jim remarked, stepping into my living room. “Thanks,” I replied. “Yours is not bad either.” “I didn’t realize I was putting on a show,” Jim replied. “Several times,” I responded. “But I’m not. Jess must have been popular because she was being called to by everyone she went by. Most of the guys seemed nice and were not to objectionable with their actions. Jess helped get my stuff in her room, we ate, then went back to the dorm to get ready for a party at one of the frat houses. I met Jess's room mate who seemed a little stand offish, but she probably was thinking a little sister would be a drag during the big weekend.Jess and I went to the shower and used the same stall making lots of. This, I think, gave her pause. Another critical moment ensued. It reminded me of a teaching of one of my philosopher professors—existential moments can occur anywhere, anytime, with anyone over any issue. Whether on a battlefield, a boardroom, a baseball field or in a bedroom—he was one for alliteration—most decisions taken cumulatively make up who we become—but some decisions turn us about, or into the wind or steer us onto another path altogether, turning us into someone entirely. ” My heart suddenly stopped. I couldn’t have felt any happier at that moment. I was so overcome with joy that I started to cry. “I love you, too, Travis. I love you so much.” “Mike, I want to make love to you.” Travis looked at me intensely. “I want to kiss you and touch you everywhere and make you moan in ecstasy. I want you to know how much I love you.” He kissed me again but more passionately this time. “I want that too, Travis.” I whispered to him. “I want that so much.” I pulled off.