The sculptor, part 6

I'm in my room, staring out of the window, feeling restless. I juggle an eraser from hand to hand.

Since that kiss, a few days ago, I cannot stop thinking about the sculptor.

I'm still more surprised about that kiss even happening, just like that, then the fact that he stopped - just like that - ruffled my hair and left the atelier.

With force I throw the eraser in the direction of my working table. It bounces from the wall against a jar with pencils to the ground.

I get up. Walk to the mirror, stare at my face, and ruffle my hair - like he did, grin, put on some lip-gloss, push up my push up and leave my room.

This evening I will be introduced by my teacher to his other pupils, in a pub near the academy. A couple of days ago he had invited me to this group during Life-drawing-class.

When I enter the pub the professor is already there, sitting at a big table surrounded by a bunch of people. Some of them I've seen at the academy. All of them in 3th or 4th year.

Joshua, the professor, introduces me to the rest, making me blush when he calls me a high potential.

The older students look at me curiously, but soon - after a beer or two - the ice is broken when they realize I'm not a cocky little bitch, but just as eager to find myself in the world of artistic personal development as they are. Just a bit greener.

"Ah, finally, Eddie is here to." the professor cries out. "He is always late it seems."

"Is he in this group too?" I whisper to the girl sitting next to me. She is one of the painters. Two red braids, a scarf and a blue overall and tattoos make her look like a pinup from the 50s. Not as voluptuous though. But she is very nice.
"Yes." she whispers back. "Eddie is one of Joshua's most favourite protégées."

Eddie comes in with his arm wrapped around the waist of the haughty looking brunette. His girlfriend, according to my friend Sas. Well, she sure looks like she is. Like an ape with two dicks; proud. I don't blame her. I would be proud. He looks amazing in his white tee, old torn pants and brown cord jacket. His golden hair, like a curtain over his broad shoulders and a wolf like leer round his beautiful mouth.

The king and the queen.

They stop to say hello to friends standing at the bar. Among them two other 4th year sculptors and the blond drama goddess I saw him fuck so....uhm...full of passion.

The two girls air kiss, not to mess up their hair and make up. When they do so I see the blond girl give Eddie a look. Longing. Hungry. And he gives her a wink.

And right after the wink he turns his head towards our table, looking straight at me. His face seems to open up when a wide smile appears.
Shyly I smile back, combing my hair nervously behind my ear.
The blond girl follows his gaze and her eyes narrow.

"Ed, come here and tell us about the installation you are making." Joshua calls out.

Eddie gives the brunette a little slap on her butt and walks to our table, leaving her with the other group. The blond girl immediately starts whispering in the ear of the brunette. Looking in my direction.

His slow pace is like that of a mountain lion, his eyes curiously scanning my face.

Joshua offers Eddie a chair. Next to him...and me.

When Eddie sits he turns to Joshua, greets him and the rest and then turns back to me.

"And who have we here?" He bares his teeth at me in an impossible grin.

I grin back, with arched brows.

"This, dear Ed, is a new talent I want you to polish, guide and protect. I challenge you to be her mentor."

After the first shock of what Joshua had said I tried to listen to all the interesting discussions about projects, but I couldn't concentrate anymore. I felt nauseous so I excused myself.
My mentor?

When I get back from the toilet everybody is still engaged in passionate conversation.

"I'm sorry." I say to Joshua. "Thanks for everything. But I really have to go now."

"It was a pleasure. Hope you'll join us the next time."

Eddie gets up. "Are you all right? "

"Yes. I just want to go. Thanks."

"Let me take you home. You look pale." He says.

Some catcalls and jeers are heard when we leave the pub. The girlfriend looks astounded, even after Eddie’s short explanation and a peck on the cheek.

"Did you walk here?" Eddie asks.

When I just nod, he touches my shoulder and look deep into my eyes. Then he takes his bike and commands me to hop on.

He doesn't say much and the cool air is refreshing. Makes the nausea go away. I inhale deeply, including a whiff of his bodily scent. Wood and salt.

We ride over an unevenly paved street. I hold on to him.

Silence.

Carefully I slide up my hands so my fingertips softly feel the smooth warmth of his naked skin just above the edge of his pants. I know this is awkward, but I hope he thinks it is accidental.

Abruptly he grabs one of my hands and moves it to the front of his body. Placing it under his shirt, right where his goody trail begins.

I start to stroke him there. The short little hairs on the veined silken surface, the strong muscles, shaping him. My touch makes him sigh softly.

“.... don’t stop...this feels so good..."

Suddenly he makes a sharp turn to the right. I yelp.

He cycles into a small alley and comes to a full stop. Jumps off and slams one arm around me, to catch me from falling and to draw me in - tight.

Eddie pulls me close and puts his other hand up to my breasts in their push up bra, caressing them. His teeth softly graze my neck, he breathes in my ear.

"Take it off, please."

"What?" I squeak.

But he already freed my breasts, taking them in his calloused hands, while moving up behind me and rubbing his hips against me. His warm mouth nips my jawline.

My heart hammers in my chest and an overwhelming pulse yanks from my nipples to my underbelly. It feels as if all my weight and being is centered between my legs.

He moves his hand slowly over my belly to the rim of my trousers, opening them and glides his fingers into my panties.... touching me. Making me moan.

When he clasps my arm, leading my hand to his crotch he whispers in my hair.

"Do you feel that...take it out."

I cannot see his face but feel his smiling mouth, his beautiful teeth and velvet tongue when he ads.

"It's for you."

And in my hands, his glorious shaft  - warm, pulsing and hard.

I drop to my knees to embrace his manhood when he withholds me, saying:

"Don't give yourself so easily."

He lifts my chin, makes me look up.

"Safe yourself, Hálwen."

I jump up. Furious.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, you asshole!"

"Come, let me take you home."

"You fucking tease!"

He laughs, fumbles at his pants and gets his bike.

"Come on, my child, let's get you home."

Reluctantly I climb at the back of his bike. Punching him on the back of his jacket. Muttering.
Making him laugh even harder.

When we are home I walk straight to my room. Open my door.

He is standing behind me.

An inscrutable expression on his face.

Then he leans forward, gives me a soft kiss on my lips and turns.

I hear him walk the stairs after I slammed the door closed. Hear him walk through the corridor and get into his room. I hear him fall on his bed. Then music. Loud.