Fall semester at State University of New York in Buffalo. It was November, and the cold had arrived. That far north, most of the trees that covered the campus had already turned color, their leaves had long since begun to fall. Students wore coats, but not yet scarves and mittens, as they walked to their classes, leaves crunching underfoot. Midterms had just passed, right before Halloween, which meant a week of hard studying followed by a weekend of hard partying.<br/><br/>Matt Byers was no exception. A star athlete and good student, he had studied his butt off for exams. It was his senior year, and he had to keep his GPA up. At a 3.4, he didn't want it to fall much farther. If it dropped below a 3.0, he would lose his lacrosse scholarship. He was team captain and had led the team to the state championship twice. But lacrosse was a spring sport, and he could neither use it as an excuse nor garner extra favor for good games. Not yet, at least.<br/><br/>So when Halloween arrived, Matt let loose. He and his girlfriend, Pauline, attended one of the biggest off-campus parties. They had been going steady since their freshman year, and had gotten pretty serious. Their personalities were a bit opposite, but they were kindred spirits, and the sex was fantastic. Matt was always horny for her, and it frequently got them, or at least him, into trouble. That party was no exception, and Matt could only remember half the shenanigans that he had gotten up to. He had made sure to keep his hands to himself or Pauline, though. They had become fairly possessive over each other, in no small part to Matt's playboy attitude early in their relationship. Pauline had since taught him not to test her.<br/><br/>When the second half of the semester started, Matt was looking forward to one class in particular. He was an engineering major, and this being his final year, it was also full of the hardest courses yet. Except for one, a required course that he had put off all this time but couldn't ignore any longer. Biology 101. Pauline had put it off, too, and now they were taking it together. Thank god, too, because except for them it was full of annoying freshmen. They would sit near the back of the lecture hall, to avoid them all, and Matt usually tried to fool around with Pauline without anyone noticing. Now, they were starting a segment on human anatomy. That sounded<i>particularly</i>fun.<br/><br/>"The most sensitive part of the female anatomy is the clitoris," Professor Donner, a slightly older man that always wore sweater vests, droned at the front of the hall. He pointed to a diagram on the whiteboard. "Can anyone identify where it is."<br/><br/>Naturally, there was a lot of giggling. Someone said, "I doubt any of the boys can identify where it is..."<br/><br/>Matt grinned. "I can identify yours," he whispered in Pauline's ear, then began kissing her neck, his arm around the back of her chair.