Love at first... what?

All that talk of lesbianism reminded me of my first gay experience. I remember it just like it was yesterday, because it was.

I commuted to college in the early morning because I have Saturday school. I failed a course in college and now I'm retaking it. This could only be done at this ungodly hour after commuting for nearly 40 minutes. For four hours every Saturday, I was to learn and sacrifice my Friday nights for the sake of education. I was upset. I was distraught. I WAS SAD.

Until I saw... her.

Beautiful brown flowing locks. Her hair shimmered in the dim rays of the early morning sun that managed to pierce the chilling overcast. Her eyes were a deep glassy azure that either shined brightly or reflected the fluffy clouds hanging above us. She had a small, petite figure. She was delicate and sophisticated enough that you'd handle her like a fine glass of wine, gently sipping her aura and indulging yourself with her refined, intoxicating taste. She was dressed conservatively, but in a dignified manner that seemed to ascend beyond her age. Her slender neck was wrapped in a plaid scarf, and her legs were hugged by black stockings and leather boots.

Of course, standing in the presence of this glorious radiance was something that was difficult to take in. This woman was crafted by the hands of God himself, and I concluded that she was either a beautiful angel sent to claim my virginity and send me into eternal bliss, or she was a Machiavellian monster under the alluring grip of Satan himself, meant to destroy humanity as we know it with her omniscient beauty.

Of course either or would be fine by me. I WAS LONELY AND NEEDED SOME LOVING.

This class would be bearable in the presence of this goddess. Of course, I wasn't just content with being around her. I have nothing better to do, right? What could I lose by attempting to talk to her? If I humiliate myself enough, I would only have to face her once a week. Or I could kill her. Killing her might be a better alternative. But that wasn't something I worried about. BABY I HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE, IT CAN ONLY GO UP FROM HERE.

During the break, I was down on the ground since the building Geology was in was a few stories up. I saw her. Overlooking the school. Even with my poor eyesight, her beautiful face was still clear in my sight. I couldn't look away. That is, until she made eye contact with me. My heart locked up; I was paralyzed with fear as she blushed and looked away. Oh god oh god oh god oh god, she must think I'm some kind of freak. A FREAK. THAT'S WHAT I AM. HOW REVOLTING AM I, TO STARE SO INTENSELY AT THAT GORGEOUS YOUNG GIRL. I'M VILE, I'M DISGUSTING, I'M--

"Um... hello."

OH CHRIST. While I was worrying and being raped by paranoia, there she suddenly was, standing before me. WHAT SHOULD I DO, WHAT SHOULD I DO, WHAT SHOULD I DO?

"HELLO, I SELL MATTRESSES." I blurted out. What in the fuck? Why did I have mattresses on my mind? Your guess is as good as mine.
"Hmm?" She tilted her head a bit. SO ADORABLE.
"Oh, nothing. Just a slip."
"What's your name?"
"Lucas."
"Mine is Dia." Oh good God, this couldn't get any better. That name was just... small and cute and punctual. It was like if a baby kitten slipped into a vat of delicious chocolate and whenever it meowed, it would sound like somebody was tickling Kirby. MY HEART COULDN'T TAKE IT.
"This class is too early in the morning. I want to go home already." my voice trembled as I pitifully attempted to make conversation.
"Yeah..." she meekly let out. There was silence for a while. We just stared awkwardly at each other. Then before I could predict it, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her mouth. Given the gust of cold air I've been breathing, that warm breath was the most refreshing thing to wake me up at that time in the morning.
"WHOA, WHAT IN THE HE--" She put a finger over my mouth to silence me.
"Follow me." Before I could reconstitute myself, she tugged on my hand and led me around the corner to the school. My heart was racing and my face was red enough to blend in with the school's brickwork. We reached a quiet, isolated corner of the school. Not a sound could be heard. I had a feeling I knew where this might be going as she pressed her lips against mine and we passionately embraced against the school wall.

Was she moving fast? Absolutely. In fact, fast enough that it would normally make me uncomfortable in most situations. But I was caught off-guard by the most beautiful woman to walk the face of the Earth, and I just didn't fucking care. If I had a spectacular wave in front of me, I was going to ride it while I could and be mindlessly unaware of any possible consequences.
We started pulling each other's clothes off as we continued our lustrous play. She was flat, but I didn't really mind. As a connoisseur of breasts, I wouldn't discriminate. Her milky white skin looked like ivory yet was soft and warm. Of course, it was one of the greatest things I've ever laid eyes on. This woman was perfect in every single sense of the word.

Of course when I got her panties off, she wasn't a woman in the literal sense of the word, oddly enough.

"...That isn't a vagina."
"It isn't. It's a--" I silenced her with my finger. I pulled my pants back up, and I walked a bit out into the parking lot. I stood there for a bit, and wondered that if God existed, what kind of sense of humor the man might have. Then I started yelling at God. I yelled at him for a good three minutes. I yelled at him for pulling a cruel trick, at him being a bastard, and I most certainly yelled at him for toying with my lonely heart. I then walked back to Dia, and pulled my pants off again.
"Alright, am I going to be the pitcher or what?"
"If you so please."
And honestly, I didn't see the damn thing once while we made passionate love. And that was good enough for me, since I was able to at least imagine that I was having sex with a woman. Although it taught me a valuable lesson, and that's that true beauty most certainly isn't restricted to specific genders. I wondered if I was see Dia again next week, and what extent I would go through to get that elegant ray of light to get a sex change operation.

It's going to be an interesting schoolyear.