Incubus

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I was euphoric for the next few days. The date with Thomas had been a success. I have texted him a few times to see if he was up for a second date or just to hang around. He still hadn't texted me but it is only Thursday. I would give him time until I had written my last exam tomorrow. Besides if nothing had changed he needs me to get a good orgasm and the last one I gave him had been a week ago, so I am sure he will not ditch me completely.

My mood was also up because I haven't been on campus for the last five days. No classes and the only thing I had to do was studying and I am definitely not sitting in a depressing library for hours. So I just stayed at home and only left my apartment to buy food and for my part-time job in the evening. But after so much time alone I am feeling my energy level fall. In the past, I would have asked my pimp for a job, went for a party or searched for a hook-up to get myself a quick energy boost. Now I have Thomas and Mick and since Thomas is not answering I made plans to meet Mick today.

He has an exam right now and I am waiting outside the room for the exam to end. We want to grab something to bite after he finishes. I stare at my phone and load my messenger for the hundredth time. In the last days, I have been doing this constantly. Obviously to not miss Thomas's text, but he isn't the only one I try to contact. I have been trying to get a hold of Andrew. He doesn't respond to my texts or Mick's. I'm starting to worry about him.

The door opens and a bunch of students exit the room. When the first stream of students breaks I slip into the room. It is a gallery with really high ceilings. From what Mick has told me the exam was to draw a live model in various poses. Why they had to do it in a limited amount of time is beyond me. Art needs time. The live model is still standing in the middle of the room. She has a light rope on. I guess she is naked underneath. Mick must have had a lot of fun drawing her. She isn't a young one anymore but she has aged well and stands confident as if she had tamed the seven seas on her own.

I find Mick still at his easel cleaning up. The students who immediately rushed out of the room must have finished early. I walk casually to not draw attention to myself and to sneak up on him. With one final step, I wrap my arm around his shoulder to hug him.

"How is my Michelangelo?", I ask.

"Not so good", he says his voice depressed, "I fucked up my first drawing and had to start anew." He pointed to the drawing that was still standing on his easel. What is he talking about? This drawing is beautiful.

"If your second drawing is better than this one, then you definitely passed."

He stopped packing for a moment and turned around. Our faces were really close now, we could kiss but we made the agreement that he has to initialize it and I have to make sure I don't influence him. Right now I could see that kissing is not on his mind.

"Really you think so?", he says hopefully. I leaned in closer bringing my mouth up to his ear.

"The woman on the paper looks beautiful. I am a creature of pleasure, I should know", I whisper. He pulled me closer into him in one go.

"Thank you", he exhaled onto my neck, "I needed that." I want to say more but someone interrupted us.

"Mick", I heard a female voice say. We both push away from each other but just so much that we can both look in the same direction. "Is that your boyfriend? You guys are so cute together", she says but it sounds insincere.

'Thanks for the compliment, but keep it yourself if you don't mean it.' Mick doesn't notice and gets shy instantly. His cheeks flush.

"Sadly he is just my best friend. It is a shame though", I say smiling. Her grew wide and I see an apology coming. The only thing we get, however, is a happy "Ow". Why is she happy? Now I study her. She obviously took the exam as well, judging from the art supplies she is carrying. She has a strong cut face and she is rocking a bob. That smile of hers is kind of cute and her eyes are fixed on Mick. Ohh I see what's going on.