Medical Training, Haifah asks a friend for intimate help studying for medicine

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Tim was a university student and had recently begun getting his doctorate, moving away from his old university friends. Moving away from his best friend, Nurah, was the hardest part. He had become almost like a member of the family, a point that still confused him. Nurha’s family were of Pakistani origin, and always surprised him with how open and welcoming they were towards him, a white guy. Not only had Nurah moved away, but so had her younger sister, Haifah.

Haifah was what many refer to as a “late bloomer”. At the age of 21 she was only just starting university, 3 years older than when Nurah had started. Her family were dubious about her starting medicine, a 5 year degree, at such an “old” age. But if Haifah was anything, it was stubborn. She reveled in their doubt and insisted on proving them wrong. She had moved to London, far away from their family home in the Midlands, her first time away from home.

Tim was on a train, heading for the capital, to spend the afternoon with Haifah. She was like a younger sister to him, and although she would never tell her family so, she was struggling with the workload. Although Tim hadn’t done medicine – with his doctorate being in Biology – he knew many of the core principles Haifah would learn in her first year. Haifah had confided in him that she was a little lonely, and a little behind on her work. Tim insisted on coming to help, much to Haifah’s feigned dismay.

“Haifah, its me…” he spoke softly, his iPhone to his ear, “I’m downstairs.”

Haifah lived in modest student accommodation, but with reasonable security. The guard on the desk wouldn’t let him in without being accompanied by a resident.

“How long will you be staying?” the security guard asked, winking to Tim as Haifah bounced through the door.

“Oh just the afternoon” Tim smiled.

“Oh, in that case, you just need to sign the day visitors book” the guard replied, throwing a pen in Tim’s direction and pointing at the ring binder on the desk.

Tim followed Haifah to her block, holding the door to her building open for her. Haifah was petite, and easily able to walk under Tim’s arm as he held the door.

“Aren’t you a gentleman!” Haifah giggled.

Tim followed Haifah up the stairs, three floors up. He’d never seen Haifah’s room, and had only seen pictures. Haifah opened the door to her room, which was in fact more of a studio apartment. It was pleasant, if a little musky. She had her own en suite toilet, and living area and shared a kitchen through an adjoining corridor with one other girl. The more Tim thought about it, the more strange it seemed – sharing a kitchen but not a living room.

As expected, Haifah’s apartment was only barely tidy, her bedroom even less so. He could tell that she’d thrown a lot of things into cupboards about 30 seconds before coming down to collect him. She never was very organised. Papers and books were strewn over what Tim assumed was a desk – he couldn’t actually see it, only make out what it was from its contents.

“Tidy as always I see…” Tim smirked.

“I was busy err…reading…and didn’t realise you were so close!” Haifah blushed.

“Oh you were ‘reading’ were you?” Tim smiled, “you sure you weren’t napping?” Tim laughed, pointing to the bed, and the pajamas that appeared to have been hastily thrown under the pillow.

Haifah blushed, or at least as much as someone with fair brown skin can blush, and stuck her tongue out playfully.

“I’ve been working all day! I promise!” She replied, prodding Tim in the ribs.

Tim and Haifah had always been quite playful, with Haifah being much more so than her older sister Nurah.

“Come on then, lets get some lunch, I’m so hungry! My treat!” Tim smiled, pointing to his stomach.

“Well isn’t this great, tuition and free lunch! You should come more often!” Haifah laughed, opening the window to let the room ‘air’ a bit.

Tim and Haifah headed out, smiling to the security guard on the way. As the walked Tim towered above Haifah, the two of them could not possibly look any less alike. Tim was tall, just over 6 feet, with slightly shaggy blonde hair. His eyes were pale blue, distorted through his glasses, his skin of only slight tan. He was what most would describe as of “athletic” build – by no means muscular, but on the lower end of a healthy weight. Haifah on the other hand was barely 5 feet tall, with long dark brown hair, just like every female in her family. Her eyes were dark as the night, Tim wasn’t even sure if they were brown or black. Her skin was neither dark or white, but of a light brown colour typical of girls from Pakistan. Whilst she was also slender, her small frame accentuated certain features of her female body, a fact Tim tried to ignore.

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