It was my first day of college. I was a bit apprehensive being in a new school far from home. I was enrolled at Arizona State University. If I recall correctly it was cloudy and threatening to rain that day as I headed for my very first class, creative writing.
I was carrying a full load my first semester and felt like a loaded down mule humping fifty pounds of text books all over campus. Not wanting to be late I arrived at my first class early. Everyone else must have had the same idea because when I arrived almost every seat was full. As I entered my creative writing class my books hit the wooden table with a thud that reverberated all over the room. Everyone, all fifty or so students in the classroom turned and stared at me for making such an unnecessary ruckus. I didn't really give two shits at the time what anyone thought I was just thankful to let go of that load of books. It felt like my arms had grown two inches from all that weight.
As I sat there waiting for class to begin a young man came over and plunked himself down in the chair across from me. I started to feel a little uncomfortable after awhile because this guy kept leering at me. I remember thinking; take a picture asshole.
Ever since about seventh-grade boys started to notice me. My breast got bigger, my hips pushed out, my ass got rounder and stuck out, and you know I started to look like a woman instead of a little girl. So naturally boys started to gravitate in my direction, which is fine for most girls but I was always a bit of a tomboy. I didn't want that kind of attention.
Finally I had had enough. I turned around in my chair and said, "What the fuck are you staring at asshole. Have you lived some sort of sheltered life or something? Have you never seen a girl before? Really, what the fuck dude?"
He just laughed and said, "It is you! Only my buddy Francis would have such a foul mouth. Some people never change."
I looked into his eyes and then it hit me, "Jesse! Oh my god is that you?"
Jesse was my long lost bud from grade school. The two of us were like Siamese twins growing up. We loved to hang out together all the time. Our families where good friends too and we would go fishing at Lake Mary near Flagstaff. We would spend nearly all summer long at the lake fishing during the day and singing by the camp fire at night. It was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life.
But as everyone knows all good things must come to an end. I guess it was when I was in sixth grade that Jesse's parents got a divorce. Jesse moved with his mother to Phoenix which was about two hours away by car. I never saw Jesse again and all those fun trips to the lake during the summer came to an abrupt halt.
"What's it been like seven years?" said Jesse.
"At least," I said thinking about how handsome he was. I was like holy crap. He is in really good shape. Nice arms.
"Let's get together tonight and talk about old times," Jesse said with a wolfish little smile that I remembered from back in the day. That smile usually meant he was up to no good but I thought what the hell, it would be fun to hook up.
"Ya no problem, pick me up at my place around eight" I said as I handed him my address that I had written down on a torn piece of notebook paper.
Later that evening as predicted there came a rap at my door. And as sure as geese fly south in the winter Jesse was standing in my door way. He was very handsome dressed in faded blue jeans and a gray tank top. His raven black hair was still damp and combed back and he just smiled at me with his big brown eyes and said, "Well are you going to invite me in or what?"
"Sure come on in. Make yourself at home."
I had only been in my new place for about three days, moving in on the Friday before school. I had boxes and clothes scattered everywhere. It looked as if a tornado had swept threw my tiny one bedroom apartment that was across from campus.
