Jessica didn't wake up when I got out of the bed. Not really a surprise. I'd made sure to really fuck her brains out last night. A parting gift, you could say.
Two weeks were already pushing it. Once they ran dry, it wasn't fun anymore and they might get some permanent damage, so why force it when there were so many other fish in the sea?
Especially since this was the day I went to a new sea.
I picked my clothes out of the general mess and after a bit of rummaging around I even found a small mirror. It's kind of a miracle how quickly an apartment got messy once I'd moved in. Hopefully Jessica got enough of her energy back to clean up before some sort of vermin settled in.
Choosing a look didn't take long. I liked my long hair too much to let them go, but as an art student I had to do at least something crazy with it. Purple, maybe. Yeah, purple did the job, but I added some flashy blue tips and streaks as well, because why the hell not? No point in doing anything half-assedly.
I sent a last glance through the room to see if I'd forgotten anything. Not that there'd be much I could forget, since I hadn't brought more than my clothes. Well, just one thing left to do.
I crawled back into bed. Jessica was still sleeping, which made it even easier to plant the kiss of oblivion onto her forehead. No need for her to be heartbroken. Or become a stalker.
Not even an hour later I already walked through the fancy halls of the university. There was a good half an hour left before the introductory lecture, but I didn't mind being early. It gave me time to hang out in front of the lecture hall and check out the crowd.
There were reasons I picked arts over any other field. That I wasn't half bad with drawing and painting was one of them, but not the main one. Especially since I didn't expect the professors to dig my style. High quality smut is still smut after all.
Nope, the main draw was the target audience. Unlike some other fields, I could expect a decent ratio of girls and, at least as important, there should've been a good chance that a lot of these creative girls also took their creativity to the bedroom.
Of course, life isn't my personal porn buffet. Or at least it isn't all the time. There were a whole bunch of dudes coming in and a good chunk of girls who were only interested in said dudes. But that didn't mean I had slim pickings. Far from it.
As the minutes ticked by I saw a lot of girls who'd be very open for a little lesbian adventure. Enough that I could afford to be picky, especially after Jessica had taken care of my hunger so thoroughly. Still, you always had to be on the lookout for the next meal.
It didn't take long to find a perfect target: A cute smile, cocky blue-tinted pangs, nice boobs, a bit of experience with women, but with a lot left I could teach her. Sadly she'd just started her period, so I'd have to keep her in mind for in a week or so.
With fifteen minutes left to the lecture most people already went into the room. I didn't want to get left behind and I'd already laid eyes on a new candidate anyway. There was this girl trotting along the other students, pretty small, but cute. Also a virgin, which is always fun. She didn't have any crazy hair styles, piercings or such that would've screamed 'art student' at the world. What she did have, however, was a perfect ice breaker.
"Nice shirt," I said as I joined in with her.
She wore a black shirt depicting what I'd call the Last Supper, but much more metal. Leather-clad disciples, blood-covered Jesus and all. I had to give it to her, that wasn't something you saw every day and details like this were always a good sign. You didn't wear such a shirt if you had the personality of a fifty year old house-wife.
"Thanks. I figured I should wear something relating to art and this was on the top of the pile, so I thought, why not. You..."
It took about this long until her eyes fully registered what they were seeing. It was cute how her voice trailed off for a moment.
"You're styles also... interesting," she finished, a bit flustered. What followed was the classic game of her trying very hard not to stare as we shuffled into the lecture hall.
"It's also an artistic statement," I told her. "Since, you know, I'm becoming a student, so it's kinda fitting."
To be fair, she wasn't the only one who had a hard time keeping her eyes of me, but that was the point. I'd opted for a slim top and a pretty short skirt, both checkered to really sell the "sexy student uniform" vibe.
"I see."
She was very clearly into girls, but by the way she slightly blushed as she tried to look way, I had to wonder if she'd figured that out yet herself. Well, if not, I was glad to help.
The girl targeted a seat further down and closer to the Prof, but that would've fucked up my plan to use the time for some serious flirting. It wasn't like the introductory session could be all that import anyway.
"How about here?" I asked and set a foot into one of the back rows. "We can see much better from up there."
"Well, why not."
She could've used the chance to get away. That she didn't, meant that I'd already won.
"Name's Nova, by the way," I said as we sat down somewhere in the middle of the row. Most students flocked to either the front or stayed in the seats close to the stairs, so we should've been able to keep some privacy.
"Alice. Nice to meet you."
No comment about my unusual name. Nice change of pace. One of the perks of being around artists.
"Pleasure's all mine." I made sure my smile was inviting, with a not so subtle hint of dirty. "So, what's your deal with art? Body painting? Drawing people like one of your French girls?"
"Nothing that interesting, I'm afraid." She looked flustered, but not too flustered. Perfect. "I like painting monsters from mythology, but, like, not the mainstream ones. The really weird ones, where half the work is just figuring out the anatomy. What part goes where."
I liked her more and more. That hobby sounded crazy enough that I could have some fun with her outside the bedroom as well. However, before I could say something (most likely something corny about studying anatomy), some other girl chimed in from behind.
"I guess you're more in the body painting and French girl business."
The rows of benches were pretty steep, so I couldn't see much except for short dirty blond hair and a pretty tanned face. She did have some stunning lips, especially with that naughty grin of hers.
"We got a winner there. What gave it away?"
The blond girl looked around. The lecture hadn't started yet, but most of the seats were taken already. We had a bit of privacy on our little island in the far back, but she still lowered her voice when she answered.
"You're Cherry, aren't you?"
Well, that explained the secrecy. It took me a quick second to get my cool back. People rarely recognized me. Well, maybe they did, but at least it was rare for people to openly admit that they recognized me.
"I see, you're a woman of culture," I said.
She must've come in after us. There was no way I would've overlooked that aura while scanning the crowd. She radiated a healthy dose of bedroom experience coupled with an almost frightening lust for adventure. Where Alice was a fine treat, this girl was a barbecue buffet.
"Kinda. Mind if I join you?"
"Be me guest."
