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her.
          For
years he’d kept his emotions a secret and never would have dreamed of acting on
them until she’d kissed him on the last day of school their eleventh grade
year. A simple brush on the lips thanking him for helping her pass math.
          At
that moment, an electric spark had zapped his lips and sent a current of desire
straight to his cock. He fumbled through a “you’re welcome”, as she blushed,
giggled then walked away, only once looking back at him with luminous light
brown eyes. Something in her gaze told him, she’d felt the charge, too. Too
baffled, he’d stood there as she headed to the student parking lot to her car.
Once he got out of his daze, he trundled his long awkward body to the bus lane.
The difference and the gap between their lives had been huge.
          That
didn’t stop him from masturbating all summer long with nothing but thoughts of
that brief kiss to fuel his lust. Neither did it hold him back from executing
the impossible. Zeth had even told him not to do it, that it was teenage social
suicide. As someone most people called nerd or geek, he was already an outcast.
He’d thought, planned, and worked all summer towards one goal—asking Chelsi
Halifax out.
          A
week before the homecoming dance of their senior year, he’d heard she hadn’t
decided who she was going to go with. Everyone assumed she’d pick Chris Riley,
the captain of the basketball team. Vincent recalled that day like it was
yesterday. It was Tuesday, and he’d caught her in the computer lab doing
research for her marketing class and had bitten the bullet and asked her.
          He’d
expected everything from her laughing in his face to just a flat out no. Hell,
she would have been within her right as the head of the drill and dance team.
At their school, they were more popular than the cheerleaders. Chelsi was
number one school pick for homecoming queen. All odds were on her going with Chris,
the favored to win king.
          Instead,
she had paused only for a moment then broke out in a shy smile and said yes.
She’d picked up a piece of computer paper and written her number in large bold
digits across it then handed it to him and told him to call her. Their relationship
had begun and lasted through the teasing and ridicule he’d gotten from the
jocks. But Chelsi had been his, and nothing else had mattered.
          Two
weeks after graduation, they’d told their parents they were going to spend the
day at the amusement park. Instead they’d driven the opposite direction and gotten
a hotel in Winston-Salem and had made love. At eighteen, it had been the first time for both of them.
          Vin
recalled how they’d learned together that summer. In between the actual
cultural places they visited, they read and surfed the internet on sexual techniques.
All of the applicable knowledge had been enough to fill a teacup, but they
hadn’t cared as long as they were together, because it would end soon.
          He
had always been a practical guy, someone who planned and drafted his odds of
success before attempting anything. Dating Chelsi had been completely against
all his calculations of what could happen, but his attraction for her had won
over his rational mind. However, he’d known as each day of that summer passed
that long distance relationships in college rarely worked. Someone always ended
up getting hurt.
          Neither
of them knew what would happen after college. Chelsi dreamed of going to Italy and working with high fashion designers. His dreams had all been about
business. Making something of himself.
          Leaning
back in his office, he glanced at all the high end furnishings. Frames holding
his various degrees and certificates, proof that he had made it. He shifted his
gaze to his desk where a dual monitor screen sat. Stock reports, future
business ventures, and ideas jotted down on sheets of paper littered the
polished wood. There was one thing