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(This one starts out slow, but gets better.)
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It all started my senior year in high school...
I had taken biology, as an elective. The class was two hours of theory, plus, a three hour lab. The students were paired. [Their own preference.]
When I got to class, everyone had already chosen their partners. A girl came in just as the class was about to start.
The instructor asked, if I had a partner.
I told hin, "No."
There was a slight pause, and the girl, that had just come in, said, "I'll be his partner."
I looked around, to see a very beautiful redhead. I thought to myself... WOW.
The instructor asked if that was O.K. with me.
I answered, as calmly as I could. "Sure, that's fine with me."
The instructor said, "O.K., come up here, and give me your names."
We stepped up to his desk, and the little redhead said, "I'm Jo."
I told him, "I'm Jim."
The instructor said, O.K. class, I'll give you a few minutes to get acquainted with each other, and then I'll give you your first lab assignments."
Jo, and I sat down, and exchanged small talk. I learned that she was a senior, same as me. Since the class was an elective, we had both decided to take it. As we talked, Jo said, "Look, I want you to understand... we're just lab partners... that's it." [She was always very direct, I learned later.]
"O.K., I told her, "That's fine... I won't try to ravish you, if you won't try to ravish me."
Jo looked at me quickly, and I was deadpan... no expression on my face at all. She was startled, and started to say something, when I grinned at her.
"Oh, you," she said, and started to grin herself.
I thought to myself, O.K., I'd like to have more, but lab partners it is.
The instructor gave us our first assignment for the lab. The lab was the next day, which was Friday, and the last three hours of the day.
Our first assignment, was to cut up and dissect a frog. I cut the frog open, and heard Jo groan. Our text book showed a dissected frog, and it's parts, with names. I looked at Jo, and she looked a little green around the gills.
"Jo, are you all right?"
Jo said, "Look, I really don't want to cut that frog up."
I told her, that it was already dead, and had been preserved. She just gave me a look. I told her, "Look, I'll cut it up, if you can draw it."
She looked relived, and said, "O.K., deal."
Since I'd already cut the frog open, I made a few more cuts, to be able to see all of it's insides. We just had to look at the text, for names, and draw the parts.
"O.K.," Jo said, I think I can draw it."
She took a piece of paper from her notebook, and began to draw. I noticed, that she could draw pretty well, and said, "Hey, girl, you draw pretty good. She was drawing with colored pencils, and when she finished, it looked better than the book.
"Jo, that's really good. How did you learn to draw that well?"
She told me she had always been able to draw, but, it would be hard for her to letter the names of the parts, because she couldn't letter that well.
I told her, "Maybe I can help." I took the drawing, and as I lettered the parts, I underlined them, and drew a line to the part. We got a hundred on it.
As time went on, Jo, and I were really enjoying being partners in that class.
One day, Jo came to the lab, and was really tight lipped. She didn't say much, and didn't smile. She just wasn't the same Jo.
I asked what was wrong, but, she just muttered something under her breath. I asked if it was something I had done, or said.
Jo looked at me, and said, "No." The tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly stepped to me, and put her arms around my neck, and kissed me on the cheek.
She was still crying, and didn't let go. I put my arms around her, and just held her. Man, it was heaven.
We finally let go of each other, and she said, "Thanks Jim, for being such a good friend."
Hey... "friend"... I'll take that, over lab partner, any day. I sensed that she didn't want to go into any details, so I didn't push it.
By then, I was very much in love with Jo, but she had said "Friend". I thought... OK, if it's friend, I'll take that... for now.
The rest of the school year went like that. I could hardly wait for that biology class, and lab to get there, so I could be with Jo. By then, I was giving her a ride home every day. I found out that she, and her father lived alone. She had a brother, in the merchant marines, that was seldom ever home.. Her dad was out of town, most of the time, for the company he worked for, but always let her know where he would be staying, and how she could contact him, if she needed anything.
I asked, if she minded, being alone so much.
She said "No". She talked to a girl friend a lot, did her homework, and watched TV some.
As the year went on, Jo seemed to get awfully close to me, in the lab, at times. We always had a good time, bantering, and teasing, back and forth. Some of those things seemed to have a double meaning, but I thought... nah, and that "friend" thing kept getting in the way.
Our last project, in the biology class, had to do with the human reproductive system. The pictures in the book, were pretty graphic, and I wondered how Jo would take them. We were in the lab, one Saturday. [Our schedule, was really heating up, since it was near the end of the school year.]
The pictures in the book, had all the medically correct names for everything, but Jo seemed a bit puzzled, and I asked her, what was wrong.
She got red in the face, and told me, that she had found some magazines in her brother's room, while she was cleaning. One had been a very explicit sexual magazine, which had used the slang names for everything. Jo asked me, if I could tell her which, was which.
I grinned, and said, "Yes," but let's go to the office, and make copies, of what is in the text book. That way, I can write the slang name's in, by the clinical ones.
We made the copies, and returned to the lab, where I wrote in the slang words for everything.
Jo kept saying, "OK, OK, O.K.
We finished, with me, labeling all the parts. It became funny to us both, and we started giggling.
Jo then wanted to know about, when a guy got a "hard-on."
I told her, the medical name was an erection.
"Is it a muscle?" She wanted to know.