Basir sat in stunned silence at the front of the room. When his father said he would be going to America to get a broader education, he couldn’t have thought it would be THIS broadening. Twenty-two and still a virgin, Basir looked over at his classmate in awe. She was one of the few people he had really hit it off with, but his shyness had prevented him from asking her out. Embarrassed, he realized that his penis, unintentionally hard, was pushing out his chinos, and it seemed unlikely it would go away before class ended and he had to stand up. He wanted to adjust it, but in the front row he would be seen. With no other choice, he smiled at Zoe as he positioned it so it wasn’t so noticeable.

Zoe had definitely noticed Basir’s problem, she stared at the lump and smiled back as he adjusted himself. He was so unsure of himself, the guys she had gone out with always turned her off by pawing at her, hoping for an easy piece of ass. Besides Basir being cute, she was sure he would be gentile and caring. When class was dismissed, she stood and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I hope you’re not too embarrassed by this, but we all did agree to stay with the class, and you’re the only one I’d like to be with. Would you like go somewhere and get a drink, so we can talk about it?”

Basir stood and took her hand. “I’m very glad it was you; I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, but I wasn’t sure how to.”

They found an outside table at the coffee house and sipped iced tea as they talked.

Basir spun his cup in his hands. “I’m happy, but nervous about this. You see, I’m a virgin, in my country it is expected for people to wait until marriage. And a woman asking out a man never happens, besides being taboo, there’s even a risk of punishment if the authorities hear about it. But I am excited about ‘experimenting’ as the teacher said. Especially because it’s you. How will we start?”

“I’m nervous too, and if we go all the way you’ll be my first. I think we should get used to each other, I mean our bodies. After our last classes today let’s get a pizza or something and you can come up to my apartment, okay?”

“That sounds great, my last class gets out at 4:30, I’ll meet you back here?”

When they stood Basir put one hand on Zoe’s waist.

“A kiss is a good way to start.”, and pulling her in, kissed her lightly on the lips.

Zoe lived only a few blocks from campus, on the way they stopped and ordered a pizza. While waiting for it to cook she grabbed Basir by the hand and pulled him into a drug store.

“We won’t need them tonight, but I want us to get some condoms.”

They had time, so they discussed the different styles and read the de***********ions. Dry, lubricated, ribbed, smooth, small, regular, large, made to please her, made to please him. Just looking at them all with Zoe had Basir pushing his shorts out again, which amused her.

“You better shift that around before we go pay for this or you might get the cashier excited.” she laughed. “Truth is, I’m getting damp down there myself. I think we should get this personal lubricant too. Not sure what we’ll do with it, but better to have it and not need it, as they say.”

At the apartment Zoe got out iced tea while Basir put slices of pizza on plates. As they ate Zoe made notes on a pad.

“As this is a school project, we need a record of what we do, I’ll record things on my phone and we can transcribe it later. I liked it when you said we were the Geek Squad, if you’re okay let’s name the paper that. We need a statement of purpose, then an outline, then testing and results. Should we call having sex ‘testing’? We should start by describing each other on tape, I’ll do you, then you do me.”

Laughing just a little she described him “I know Basir is 22 years old, and he has a dark olive complexion. He is a little taller than me, about 5’8”, slim but muscular. He wears his hair short, and I think he would look cute with a mustache. I haven’t seen his penis yet, but I like the way it makes his shorts stick out when he gets a boner. Your turn.”

“Zoe is, how old are you? She’s 20, and as she said, almost as tall as me. Her hair is a beautiful dark red, and hangs down to her shoulders. Her body looks athletic and firm, and I would guess she wears a B cup bra. Now she is scowling at me and mouthing the letter C, she’s definitely a C cup, I obviously don’t know what I was thinking. If you had your bra off I don’t think I’d make that mistake. I know she likes to wear tight jeans that give me a great view of her butt, it looks great as she walks.”

“OH, are you what they call an ass man, been following me down the hall?” she teased.