The Last Incubus Ch 02

The Last Incubus: Chapter 02

Author's note: As in chapter 1, these next few chapters serve as prologue for things to come. Your patience will be rewarded.

Chapter 2: Ross's first day in Bangor.

"For wisdom will enter your heart, and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul." ~ Proverbs 2 v. 10.

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Monday, November 27

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I was dreaming I was on a beach in Brazil with my cousin Tina. We were both wearing nothing but body-paint swimsuits and I was about to have my first sexual experience when the alarm on my phone went off...I took that as an omen.

Picking up a change of clothes, I headed for the bathroom. The door was open and the sliding glass door to the shower was ajar. Tina was rotating under the water rinsing her hair. Her wet skin glistening as a river of soapy foam trailed between her breasts, over her stomach, and disappeared between her legs, only to reappear on the inside of her thighs before continuing its journey to the tiled floor. It was a vision I would revisit in my future dreams.

A wet spot from pre-cum in the front of my tented shorts brought me back down to earth, making me aware of how long I had been lingering in front of the open shower door. I quickly turned and headed into the hallway.

"I'll be out in a couple of minutes, unless you want to join me," she called after me from the shower.

Busted.

I expected her to be annoyed with me for perving on her. But from the sound of her voice, she seemed to enjoy the audience--or was this another tease? I "adjusted" myself as I headed back to my room. The term "horny blue balls" popped into my head again and it was all I could do the keep from touching myself further.

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on my door. When I opened it, Tina was there with a towel wrapped in a turban around her head and another wrapped around her torso. Her skin was still dripping wet.

"I'm out of the shower now if you want to go in. There are extra towels on the shelf over the toilet," she said before she turned and headed back to her room.

I picked up my clothes and headed for the bathroom. After shaving, I ducked into the shower and was in the process of rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I felt a draft. Rinsing the soap off my face, I turned to find the shower door open and Tina, fully dressed, watching me.

"Yaah! What are you doing?" I cried in surprise, quickly dropping my hands to cover myself.

"I'm making eggs, do you want some?" she asked smiling, still checking me out.

"You're asking me

now

?" The water cascading over my head sprayed in her direction as I spoke.

"Before I get started, I need to know how hungry you are." She smiled coyly, still staring at my crotch.

"Couldn't this have waited until after I got out?" I asked.

"I suppose. But where's the fun in that?" she smirked.

"Can I have a little privacy please, if you don't mind?"

"Of course," she replied, continuing to look.

"Well?"

"You haven't answered my question. How hungry are you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Two eggs will be fine, thank you."

"That's all I needed to know," she said as she slid the door closed.

I turned back to finish rinsing myself off, but quickly felt another draft. I turned around and Tina was there again.

"Now what?" I asked, dropping my hands.

"I hope you don't mind scrambled," she announced, smiling mischievously.

"That's fine," I replied, as she closed the door.

I was about to turn back around when she opened it again. "I'm out of bacon. I hope that's okay."

"It's fine already. Please close the door."

"Sure. No problem," she said smiling as she shut the door again.

I waited a few seconds to see if she was still there and going to open it again. When it remained closed, I turned back around and quickly resumed rinsing myself off.

"By the way. You've got the cutest tush, and I think your dick looks nice."

I jumped. "Tina!"

"See you at breakfast," she laughed as she left, leaving the door open.

I finished my shower and got dressed without any further interruptions from peeping Tina. The eggs were perfect, and I helped clean up before we left for college. Tina lived only two blocks from campus, and despite it being an easy walk, Tina drove us to the staff parking lot, since my first stop was to the Admissions Office, where she worked. I had been accepted on a business scholarship and most of the registration for classes were either predetermined or done online. But I still needed to get a picture ID and complete additional in-person registration forms before I could attend classes.

The two-year program at the community college in the Albany area that I transferred from was fully funded through the Regents scholarship I had won in high school. I was interested in Criminal Justice and Forensic Science, but that required a four-year college degree, something I couldn't afford on my own. My parents were farmers and didn't have the resources to fund my college career, especially since I didn't want to go into agriculture.

This fully funded scholarship at the University of Maine at Bangor was an unexpected gift out of the blue. It helped that I had a 4.4 GPA (I earned a lot of extra credit) and that Tina's parents, Uncle Walt and Aunt Piper, were major donors to the Bangor college. However, the scholarship came with a catch - I had to be a business major.

I had no interest in business or in becoming a business administrator, but the scholarship didn't prevent me from taking courses in Criminal Justice and Forensic Science as part of the "elective courses" permitted under the scholarship. That meant I could take one course per semester that was not already preassigned to economics, business, or business administration.

"Are you sure you want to take 'Advanced Forensics'?" Tina asked, looking at my schedule.

"Positive. I aced my introductory and intermediary courses in community college, and I really enjoy the field."

She looked up from my transcripts. "I see. You aced all your courses, even in high school. Why don't you focus on business? With your brains, you could be making millions running a Fortune 500 company someday."

I shook my head. "I don't care about the money. Anyone can run a successful business if they're good at manipulating people. CEOs can be real jerks. Forensics is a lot more challenging and takes more skill and effort."

"Really? Are you saying my father is a jerk? You don't think it takes a lot of skill and effort to manage a company with thousands of employees across dozens of countries, each with their own rules and regulations?" Tina asked. The annoyance in her voice was unmistakable.

I paused. Walter and Piper Nicholson's financial support helped my parents survive the 2008 recession and they had also backed several loans my father needed to keep the farm running. Piper was my mother's older sister, and despite her divorce with Walter shortly after Tina was born, he still helped to support my parents financially.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I guess I'm the one that's being a jerk. I don't know if that makes me better or worse qualified to be a business major and CEO," I replied, grinning at her.

She laughed. "Fuck you, Ross. Just when I start to get angry with you, you always seem to find a way of turning things around. Maybe that's why you were always my favorite cousin."

"You were always my favorite cousin, too."

"That's because you don't have any other cousins," Tina retorted, still laughing.

She was right, of course. My father was an only child, which was unfortunate for him and my farming grandparents.

"That doesn't change the fact that you are my favorite cousin," I pointed out.

"Well, as your favorite cousin, I signed you up for work-study in the library. The scholarship requires you do 15 hours of some kind of work-study every week, except during finals week. The only two positions left were for working in food services or the library, and with your GPA, I thought you might prefer the library," she explained.

"Thanks, Tina. That's perfect. When do I start?"

"Tonight. You have the 7 to 10 shift. You'll need to show up at 6 tonight for an orientation. After that, the hours are somewhat flexible if you can arrange it with the other staff. Oh, and here is your card for the meal vouchers that also comes with the scholarship. You also get a $200 weekly spending allowance," she added.

"What time does the bookstore open? Maybe I've time to pick up the books I pre-ordered."

"I'm afraid not, it's almost time for your 9 o'clock class now. I'll see you tonight after you get out of work," she said, smiling.

I was the first to arrive for General Economics class. I waited at the front of the room to introduce myself to the professor, who hadn't yet arrived. While waiting, a familiar face appeared.

"Tripp?" I called out.

"Hey! It's Ross--McPherson, right?" he replied with a wide grin.

"Yeah, here for my first class. What's it like? How's Professor Cutler?" I asked.

"He's okay, pretty basic so far. We've done mostly historical analysis so far, Smith and Keynes, that sort of stuff. Have you read the textbook yet?" he asked.

"No, not yet. I pre-ordered a bunch of books at the bookstore and they're holding them for me until I can get there and until the stipend on my scholarship is activated. I should be able to pick them up after class," I explained.

"Hey, if you'd like, I'll go with you and show you around campus," he offered.

"That would be great. Thanks."

"All right everyone, take your seats," a man in a tweed jacket and khakis announced as he walked in the room.

I introduced myself to him and explained I was a new transfer. He welcomed me and congratulated me about winning the scholarship. He told me his office hours before having me sit down to start the lecture.

Fifty minutes later, my head was spinning as Tripp found me and pointed me in the direction of the bookstore. There I picked up my pre-ordered books and supplies, but there was another surprise waiting for me, a brand new, state-of-the-art laptop!

"Holy shit, Ross! That's a beauty. Who's it from?" Tripp asked.

"I have no idea. Maybe it's part of my scholarship," I suggested.

I flipped open the laptop and within seconds, it surged into life. A burst of color hit the screen that quickly formed into an image. It was the Sports Illustrated page with Tina's swimsuit picture.

Tripp's eyes seemed to pop out of his head. "Holy shit. Look at that!"

"Oh, God!" I groaned.

"Do you know who that is?" Tripp asked, rhetorically.

"My cousin, Tina." / "That's the secretary in the Admissions Office!" We said at the same time.

Tripp's jaw dropped. "What? Your cousin is the secretary in the Admissions Office?"

"Yeah," I answered quietly.

"You're shitting me, right?"

"No, that's her," I admitted.

"Tina Nicholson's your cousin and you're staying with her?" he asked.

"Yeah. I guess we know who this laptop is from," I remarked.

As we chatted, the words: "Welcome Ed McPherson" appeared on the screen with a rectangular box and a blinking cursor underneath. The words and the cursor appeared over her stomach, between her breasts and pelvis.

"Who's Ed McPherson? You?" Tripp asked.

"Yeah. My full name is Edward Ross McPherson, but since my father's name is Ed, everyone calls me by my middle name. I even sign my name E. Ross McPherson," I explained.

Tripp was staring at the screen throughout my explanation. I doubt he heard a word I said. "You need a password," he offered.

"No kidding. Any suggestions?" I asked sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Try 'supermodel'," he suggested.

Of all the words that I thought Tina would use for a password, that wasn't one of them. But, just for fun I typed it in. Nothing happened.

"Did you capitalize it?" he asked.

I tried, same results. I even tried all caps just to get it out of his system.

"Maybe it's something more erotic like 'fuck me' or 'eat me'," he suggested.

"How about we try something simpler and if that doesn't work, I'll call her," I countered.

I typed in the word "Tina" and the laptop opened up. With it, a new screen saver appeared, the Sports Illustrated picture showing the back of the "suit." There were also a number of apps installed, mostly business and economic related, but there were social media and writing apps as well an app linking the laptop to the college and all its academic applications.

"Oh, shit man, I'm getting a hard-on just looking at those screen savers,"

Tripp whispered. He shifted his legs and positioned his own laptop in front of his lap.

"Maybe I'll do this some other time when I'm alone," I suggested, closing the screen.

"Whatever you do, don't jerk off on the keyboard, that stuff is harder to get out than coffee," Tripp joked.

"That's gross. I thought you were going to give me a tour of the campus."

We spent the next 30 minutes touring the campus. Our first stop was the library where I found a locker to store the supplies I picked up from the bookstore. The tour was cut short at 11 for my next class, Business Calculus, that I also shared with Tripp. That turned out to be a watered-down version of the calculus course I aced last year in community college. Maybe the Dean will let me switch to something more challenging.

After that was lunch at the college cafeteria. Tripp's girlfriend, Gabriela Diaz joined us after we got there. She was a beauty, with brown Spanish eyes, dark hair streaked with blonde highlights, and light brown skin. She had an athletic build and was gifted in the breast department. Her face lit up when she saw Tripp and she smiled sweetly when we were introduced. Tripp explained that Gabriela was on the University of Maine's cheerleading team.

"You transferred here from New York?" she asked with a heavy Spanish accent.

"Yeah. I was in my last year of community college and got this scholarship to come here," I explained.

"It must have been a pretty good scholarship," she noted.

"Gabriela, wait 'til he tells you about what sweet deal he got. It includes full tuition, all his books and educational supplies, plus a spending allowance!" Tripp interjected enthusiastically.

"Is there anything else you want me to tell her?" I asked sarcastically.

"Oh yeah! I didn't even mention the best part. His cousin is the hottest woman on campus, that secretary in the Admissions Office--and he's sleeping with her!" Tripp added.

"Eww, gross! Don't listen to him, Gabriela. Tina is my cousin, and I'm not sleeping with her. I'm just staying in her guest room. Apparently, there are no dorm rooms available," I replied.

"That was a sweet deal. How did you find out about this scholarship and when did you apply for it?" she asked.

I paused.

"I - I didn't apply for it. In fact, the first time I heard about it was when the Dean of Academics at my community college called me into his office and told me I won the scholarship. I thought maybe one of my professors submitted my name for it."

"Why would they do that?" Gabriela asked.

"I don't know. Maybe because of my grades? I was first in my class," I proffered.

"Most colleges want to keep people like you around. It makes for good PR for the college," Gabriela replied.

"Gabriela ought to know about stuff like that. She's a marketing major," Tripp added.

"Well, how else would you explain it? I had a 4.4 GPA. Maybe one of my professors thought that community college wasn't challenging enough for me," I rationalized.

"You think this place is more challenging? Does this look like Harvard or Yale to you? Orono* is more challenging than Bangor. This is where people go when they can't get into Orono. Why would anyone want to submit your name for a scholarship here?" she asked.

Tripp looked puzzled. "Ross, you told me on the bus that you were taking courses in forensics and criminal justice. Why would anyone submit your name for business scholarship?"

"You both make good points. All I know is that I got a free ride and great deal. It's the only way I could afford a degree from a four-year college, even if it means I need to adjust my major. Who knows? God works in mysterious ways," I replied.

After lunch, Tripp took me to the Athletics Center and introduced me to the wrestling coach, hoping I'd sign up for the team. The coach gave me the impression that the team could use some help, but I wasn't ready to make a commitment. This was only my first day and I needed to catch up on a semester's worth of assignments first.

With another hour to kill before my next class, I headed back to the library to look up my course assignments and start catching up on the reading materials and coursework. I opened the laptop, and the alluring screensaver of Tina popped up. I made a mental note to change that screensaver as I typed in Tina's name for the password.

"Such filth! Young man does your mother approve of that pornography on your computer?"

a woman's voice whispered loudly from behind me.

I turned my head and saw an overweight, middle-aged blonde with streaks of gray scowling behind me. She was obviously the librarian. Beside her was a cart filled with random books to be reshelved.

"Um, no Ma'am, I just picked up this laptop this morning and that screensaver was already installed--"

I whispered back. Without thinking, I hit the "enter" key as I was speaking, temporarily forgetting what the next screen saver looked like.

She gasped.

"That's disgusting! You should be ashamed of yourself! If you kids would spend more time on your coursework and less time on smut like that, you'd get better grades and wouldn't be wasting your parents' hard-earned money!"

I turned and looked at the screen and saw the picture of Tina's naked backside highlighting the cheeks of her ass. I felt myself blushing. I folded the screen down towards the keyboard enough to hide the screensaver from the librarian's eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. I'll change the pictures,"

I stammered.

"I hope you're not one of those boys who's been doing disgusting things in the back of the library, because if you are, I'll have you thrown out of here so fast, your head will spin."

"N-no, Ma'am that c-couldn't be me. I just got here. This is my first day."

"You better not be. I'm going to keep my eye on you, just to be sure."

"Yes, Ma'am,"

I said as I turned around and waited until she left before opening my laptop again.

There wasn't much time left before my next class, which was Business Systems. So, I decided I would focus on reading a couple of chapters in the textbook for that course with the time I had left so I wouldn't feel quite so lost.

Business Systems proved to be one of the most popular classes and was very well attended, no doubt because of the professor rather than the subject matter. I got to class early and sat in my preferred seat in the middle of the first row. After several minutes, students, most of them male, started pouring into the room, seating themselves initially in the third row and then further back as the room filled up.

Last to arrive was the entire men's hockey team, taking the empty seats in the first and second rows.

"Get out of my seat, Nerd!"

That was Gil, the bully from the Blue Ox standing over me.

"There are no assigned seats, and I was here first," I argued.

"I said, get the fuck out of my seat. Now!" he demanded, putting with his hands on his hips.

Within seconds, he was flanked by four big goons, all staring down at me.

"Fine," I muttered as I got up.

Gil and the four others shoved me as I got to my feet.

"Okay, everyone, please take your seats!"

The professor, Dr. Lia Bartoli, a curvaceous woman with dirty blonde hair and a gorgeous face with brown eyes and a heavy Italian accent, walked into the room. She wore a short, low-cut outfit that showed off her ample cleavage and shapely legs. She looked at me and the five hockey players surrounding me.