Nico

Nico, you have to get back before curfew," I said softly. She mumbled an acknowledgement and pulled me into bed, her buttocks pressing up against my growing erection. We lay there for several minutes, me lightly stroking her hair. At last she rose from the bed and dressed.

She looked me steadily in the eye. "I can't have a boyfriend."

"I know," I said. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your dorm."

This time, I remembered to get her phone number.

The next evening we were sitting in a booth at a busy coffee shop. Alternative music played overhead as students studied and writers pretended to write the great American novel on their laptops. I'm not the type to go out in public but Nico had succeeded in dragging me out of my room. I surreptitiously tapped the handle of my mug the correct number of times before I drank. Nico took a sip of her coffee and carefully set it down.

"How come you don't have a girlfriend?"

The question caught me off guard. I thought for a minute then shrugged. It cou