The first day of medical school was an incredible feeling. For my entire life, I had dreamed of becoming a doctor, and now it was finally happening. After graduating at the top of my college class, I was now heading to my dream med school. At age 23, I felt like I could conquer the world.
My girlfriend Sarah felt the same way. We had spent countless nights studying together in college, and she had now been accepted to the same med school as me. Sarah was as smart as she was beautiful. Standing tall at 5'10", she had long, flowing, red-brown hair and emerald green eyes. Her face was cute but well-defined and her hourglass figure was accented by big, voluptuous breasts.
I was lucky to date a girl as hot as Sarah but wasn't too bad looking myself. At 6'1", I had blond hair, blue eyes, and boy-next-door good looks. With a relatively toned and fit body, I stayed in shape by playing basketball in my spare time. I wouldn't have much free time in med school but aspired to stay fit by playing intramural sports.
On the first day of med school, Sarah and I attended the traditional white coat ceremony. This is where we donned our lab coats for the first time, thereby becoming physicians-in-training. It was also the first time we were able to meet all of our classmates all in one place. Everyone who applies to med school is an ambitious and attractive bunch, but our school had the best of the best. Everyone seemed fun, witty, well-traveled, and in really good shape. It would be an amazing four years hanging out with them.
The only kid who seemed at all annoying was named Xander. Whereas Sarah and I were both 23—a slightly young age for med school—Xander was only 19. A child genius, he had skipped a couple grades of high school and had just become the youngest student at our med school. Xander was relatively short—just 5'6"—with brown eyes and dark brown hair. With parents from Iran, Xander's skin had a dark tan hue to it and he had strong facial features with a square jawline, deep-set eyes, and prominent eyelashes and eyebrows. All of this together caused some girls to think that Xander was fairly handsome despite his young age and small size.
As I stood next to Sarah in my white coat, excited for our big day, Xander came over and interrupted. He didn't talk to or look at me, but told Sarah that she looked "stunning" in her white coat and that he was "pleased" that they were classmates. I was flabbergasted that this teenage punk had hit on my girlfriend in front of me, acting as if I didn't exist at all.
To his credit, Xander had no particular reason to know that Sarah and I were dating. We knew who he was just because the school had published an article about its "youngest ever" med student. Acting like a local celebrity, Xander clearly wanted to make sure that Sarah knew who he was.
After the ceremony, Sarah and I went to sign up for extracurriculars. Although we wouldn't have much free time in med school, I signed up for intramural basketball. Sarah signed up for dance and yoga. Together we hoped to stay in shape while spending many nights studying while also making time for dates and sex.
The sex with Sarah was amazing. A total freak in bed, she'd always strip naked and beg to suck my dick, which I happily assented to every time. Sarah could suck dick for hours and was outstanding at giving and receiving oral pleasure. She was also as kinky as they come—begging me to tie her up or asking to do the same to me. Once I blindfolded her and handcuffed her to the bed. She loved when I fucked her that way and moaned with pleasure as I traced an ice cube around her massive breasts. Sarah wasn't just big-chested; she had a massive double-F size cups. I loved grabbing those big melons as I fucked her, caressing them in my hands. Sarah even let me play with them as I gave her anal—a specialty of hers that she was incredibly good at. An all-around knockout, Sarah gave me mind-blowing sex on a daily basis. Even as we studied for long hours, we'd take a break to fuck in the library, in the science lab, in the bathroom, or wherever we could find a few minutes to be alone.
Med school was no different and we had just moved in together, so we could now have sex all the time. I couldn't wait for all our adventures to come and knew that med school would be one of the greatest experiences of my life.
______________________________________________________________
A week after the white coat ceremony, I went to the gym for the first game of intramural basketball. This was an informal pick-up game designed as a shoot-around to help us form teams. About 10 guys showed up, so we easily split into two teams of five.
It was clear from the beginning that I was the best basketball player on my team. While most of the guys were in decent shape, they had clearly spent a lot of time studying and didn't have many skills on the court. I therefore took point guard and did most of my team's shooting, scoring, and rebounding. I only passed to someone else if they were wide open with an easy shot.
Xander ended up on the opposite team and seemed quite bad at first. Because he was only 5'6", I figured he wouldn't be very good at basketball. But what he lacked in height and rebounding ability was made up for by the skill set of a true point guard. With me guarding him, Xander dribbled between his legs and around his back at ease—constantly leaving me on my toes about where he might go. He also had a mean jump shot. If I left him alone, Xander could drive to the rim or shoot a three.
Most of Xander's teammates weren't so good either, and the game largely came down to me and him. It must have looked odd to anyone walking by that I was guarding Xander, since I was taller than him by seven inches. But Xander's quickness kept me off balance. This 19-year-old kid from Iran clearly had some moves.
Seven inches taller and equipped with twenty more pounds of muscle, I was also a lot for Xander to handle. Although he tried to guard me with his short, outstretched arms, I just turned around and backed him into the post. From here, I could either go for a hook shot or a layup, scoring almost at will.
The only problem was that Xander's threes were weighing us down. Whenever I got two points, he'd score three, and his team was now five points ahead with two minutes left in the game. Staring at Xander as he tried to defend me, I popped up and nailed a three-pointer. With Xander's hand in my face, I drained it right in front of him.
"Take that," I said, cockily.
Xander's team still had a two-point lead and he took the ball. Charging down the court like a freight train, he blew by me and scored a layup. Four point lead to them.
With a minute left, I dribbled down the court and faked a pass to a teammate. No way I can trust them, I thought. Instead, I took Xander to the rim and jumped up for a layup. To my surprise, he jumped with me and reached for the ball, but I was just too tall. Even though he jumped as high as he could, I easily scored over his head. Now we had a two-point game.
Xander charged down the court and popped up for a three. But this time I was ready and jumped up as high as I could. With my outstretched arm, I swatted away the ball and blocked Xander's shot. As the ball bounced loosely towards half court, I sprinted after it and scooped it up. With no one guarding me, I threw it down for an easy layup. Tie game.
At this point, there were ten seconds left in the match, and I was confident that we could push it to overtime. Xander dribbled slowly down the court; seemingly in no hurry at all. As the seconds ticked by, he faked a pass to a teammate. Even though I knew that he wouldn't give the ball away at this crucial moment, I fell for his fake. As I lost my balance for a brief second, Xander pulled up and drained a three-pointer in my face. I must have looked like an idiot as this short, skinny kid made a jump shot over my 6'1" body. Even though I was much taller than him and more athletic, he won the game and made it look easy.
Xander's teammates rushed over to celebrate the win. High-fiving each other and cheering, they now all wanted Xander on their team. I just walked by myself back to the locker room to change.
