The Partnership - Part one

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I knew from my very first day at Clare College that the University would be a new beginning for me. The very first night of my three year degree course was an induction evening. I was expecting something tame and frankly a little dull, but it immediately became obvious that a huge number of the students here were happy to be away from home and dying to let their hair down and have fun. None more than me. Having just turned 20, I was finally over 400 miles away from my stupidly controlling father, and boob-jobbed new step mum. At 44 years old, she had just bought herself an admittedly beautiful new pair of tits then ensnared and married my 61 year old stupidly rich and just plain stupid Dad. We weren’t that alike really. Dad has the most awful taste in women. I love women, but I like them to be fun and interesting, as well as attractive. Cambridge University was going to be a new world of opportunity and fun for me, I was going to make sure of it.

The evening went well, and it was this very first night that I met Cassandra. We talked and bought each other drinks, and found out a lot about each other. A talent that my older sister had taught me was to actually listen to women. I spend my whole life watching guys having conversations with girl’s breasts, and retaining nothing of what they were being told. Then they always wonder why they never get anywhere with them. Cassie was fascinating and hilarious too. She insisted on being called Cassie, Cassandra was for her parents and the police only. We talked about the obvious; where we came from, where we’re going, but our conversation flew all over the place. Cassie. I hadn’t really noticed right away, but as the thick jacket that she’d been wearing came off her shoulders, and her smiled warmed up, she was also very attractive.

We talked and laughed, and the end of the evening flew around quickly. We were both very slightly drunk and somehow I found myself inviting her back to my place. It was quite unlike me to move so quickly, but it seemed to make perfect sense at the time, and within half an hour we had walked into my living room and immediately found ourselves kissing. It was only a short time from there until Cassie was lying beneath me, naked, with her lips slurping up and down the length of my hardened cock. It was sudden and immediate, but also extremely sensual and undoubtedly the most erotic experience of my life until that moment. I was strangely surprised to discover a lightning bolt tattoo on her lower abdomen, just a few inches above her pussy. It was very sexy. My initial impression had been of someone relatively restrained and reserved, but I was clearly wrong. With the whole night before us and a good dose of alcohol cheering us on, we indulged ourselves completely, and our young bodies played at each other, achieving orgasm after orgasm for hours, long into the night, before finally falling asleep, spooning in the early morning.

And then the next morning, she was gone; leaving a note on the pillow saying
“Tom. Thanks. See you Friday at Brandy’s? Cassie xx”

It ended with her phone number. I felt a little disappointed but guessed she had good reason to leave. I thought about her a lot during the week and eventually Friday came around. I arrived at Brandy’s, the club of preference for most of the Cambridge students. In the large club it took some time for me to find her. I had no idea how to react, and particularly when her reaction to seeing me was so confusing.

“Oh great, there you are!” She smiled and looked genuinely pleased, but she kept her distance, and said hello without a kiss. A bit of a kick to the stomach really. She was with a friend, presumably another student. The club was full of twenty-something year old students.

“Bianca, this is Tom. Tom, Bianca.”

She introduced us with a tiny little smile, and a look in her eyes that I knew meant something. Turning to Bianca they exchanged a look that meant… ‘Oh… THAT’S Tom…’ as if a secret had been shared. “Stay here guys… I’ll get us some drinks.” And with that Cassie disappeared off, into the crowd and left us alone. We made small talk and had a few things in common that we managed to talk about, but shouting over the music in clubs gets tiring quickly. And Bianca was acting quite unusually. Taking the loud music as an excuse, she was standing extremely close, and talking into my ear. At least I could hear her, which I was glad about, but the way she was pushing her cleavage towards me, her hand resting frequently on my shoulder, and our bodies coming close together left no real doubt. She was coming on to me. It was certainly pleasant, but I was really confused. She clearly knows about Cassie, and it doesn’t seem to matter. Then again… Cassie was acting pretty uninterested.

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