Chronicle 26 - 1980: To Fenbog

I didn’t have time to feel fed up for very long, having left A at the station. I went back to my room via Saisnburys, as I really fancied a corned beef sandwich. I also needed some more milk and got some chocolate digestives, in case K came around. I had just got to the top of the stairs in the College Annex and there she was outside my door. C. Dressed in a dark blue wool skirt and wearing a thick cable knit cream jumper.

“Hullo!” she said, smiling. “Where the fuck have you been?” I told her I had been out and about as I had had a visitor from home. I added, as a non sequitur, that I was going to Cambridge the following weekend for a school friend’s birthday, hoping that this might distract her from the subject of the visiting friend. “Going to see Miss Big Tits?” I said no. She smirked. I asked her in, of course, and put the kettle on. When I went to get the milk she came with me into the kitchen to have a look at it and reckoned it was nicer than the one they had on her floor in the house across the way, as it had a window. I offered her a corned beef sandwich. “Why would anyone want a corned beef sandwich? Why would anyone want corned beef?” she asked. I explained that it was lunchtime but she said that she had already had lunch in College and had been looking for me. “What are you putting in it?” she asked, aghast. Piccallili, I said. “That’s revolting!” she said.

No sooner had we got back to my room, I had made her some tea and she had helped herself to four chocolate biscuits, then she started straight in talking about the contract essay. What did I think of that case? What about this? Most importantly had I submitted it? I said I hadn’t. I was going to drop it into the tutor’s pigeonhole in the Lodge before dinner. She said she had to read mine. She lay face down on my bed and set to, kicking one leg up and down, annoyingly. It was a long essay. I had spent a considerable amount of time on it over the summer holidays.

“Just don’t start picking holes in it. I’m not changing it all now!” I said. She nodded. I sat in my chair next to the wardrobe, looking at her bottom. If I had just taken C from behind the previous term would things have been different? An image of me penetrating A on that very same bed came into my mind. I got an erection, thinking about my cock in her tight arsehole.  Stretching that pink rim. Such an intimate and trusting thing to let me do to her.  I shifted in my chair to get more comfortable. C turned another page and put the read one on the floor. I got up and put the kettle on again.

“Do you want..”

“Shush!” she said. I shushed and made myself another mug of tea as quietly as I could. I had bought some cups and saucers up this year for special guests. I had given C a cup for her tea but she didn’t say anything. Eventually, she finished. She rolled over onto her back and then sat up. “Shit!” she said. I was annoyed as I thought it was quite a goo  essay, as I told her. “No. It’s not shit. ‘Shit’ it’s so good. Really good. Damn! Way better than mine!” She said she better go and think about her essay, now.  I said that she had until Tuesday to submit it. She then told me that she hadn’t been able to get into Guildford Law School as the course was full. So was London. She was on the waiting list for Chester. This sent me into a panic as I hadn’t even applied yet, as I had been told you didn’t have to worry about applying for your year at Law School until the end of the second year. I didn’t want to take a year off or go to somewhere ghastly like Reading Polytechnic or, worse, Newcastle, to do the course. Going to Guildford would mean I could commute from home and save a lot of money.

“Did you have a good break?” I asked her, as she put her shoes on again. I didn’t say holiday as I knew she hadn’t been away.

“No. It was shit. See you at five fifteen. Dr Who don’t forget! Pick me up!” She said she liked my posters, although said I needed more naked women and less spaceships. “Maybe naked women with spaceships!” She laughed. The first laugh or smile she had given me. “Bye! Can’t believe that I will have to trudge up all these stairs again when I want to see you!” She stood up and gave me a kiss on the lips, unexpectedly. Within seconds she was gone and I could hear her jumping down the stairs three at a time, as she did in my staircase the previous year. I took the milk back to the fridge in the kitchen. I looked out the window and just saw C going into her staircase. I was surprised by the kiss; surprised that she said that she wanted to see me again but unsurprised that she just talked about law. It all went as well as I could have hoped, at least. No screaming or tears, anyway. Maybe being back at Oxford really was better for her than being at home.

I picked her up later and took my essay to put in the tutor’s pigeonhole. We went to watch Dr Who, in the JCR, in the third part of an episode called Meglos. Lalla Ward, who had taken over the role of Romana, the Doctor’s companion, the previous year, was a favourite of C due to her eccentric dress sense in the series. C also liked the fact that the actress was having an affair with Tom Baker, who played Dr Who, and that he was over twenty years older than her. This usually got her going on her crush on her favourite tutor who was, not coincidentally, more than twenty years older than her as well. She said you could tell they were at it all the time, their screen chemistry was so good.

K was at dinner and twittered away in full Kiki the Frog mode. I looked around Hall to see if H was there but it was still mainly Freshers. We went back to the Annexe together. K, amazingly, had the room above C again. Despite having watched Dr Who, C wanted to look at her essay again so I went up to K’s room for tea. We chatted for half an hour.

“So are you going to tell me or not?” asked K, eventually.

“Tell you what?” I already knew.

“Tell me about the girl who was staying in your room and the passionate sounds coming from it?” I said it was just someone from home and she laughed and giggled a lot. K wouldn’t let me get away with that. She said there was a difference between laughing and moaning and swearing. Anyway, she said I had been seen with my arm around her. Was she a new girlfriend? I said that she was an old girlfriend. K then said she thought that C was my first girlfriend. I told her C was the first girl I had had sex with. I hoped talking about things like this might put K off but it didn’t. She questioned me relentlessly. I cursed R, from the room opposite. It must have been her talking to K. The most I would admit to was sharing a bed with A. “Well we all know what that means with you!” said K, triumphantly. “Another notch on the bedpost!” I told her I didn’t think about women like that and she said I really did. I didn’t want to be put in the same category as R, who K thought was the worst Lothario in College. Except, as far as I knew I had had sex with more women than he had at that point.   At least during college.  K wasn’t annoyed with me, just amused and only slightly appalled.

“I just need lots of cuddles and love,” I said. “It de-stresses me!”

“Alright then. Take your shoes off!” said K. I thought she was joking. She wasn’t. “Get on the bed. Let’s have a cuddle. Just a cuddle though!” she wagged her finger at me. I still thought she was joking but she wasn’t. She made me lay on the bed and then she lay on top of me. I put my arms around her and we carried on talking. She wriggled a bit and I tried very hard not to get stiff. I failed as she kept wriggling about and K must have known as she gave me a naughty look. “See you can’t resist!”

“I can’t resist you!” I said.

 “You can’t resist any woman!” insisted K.

“They have to be really attractive and ideally have a superb bottom!” I said stroking hers. She got up and told me it was time to go before things went too far. I told her I’d love to go too far with her and she said that was obvious, patting my crotch. She kissed me on the lips and said she would come over for tea the following afternoon with C, if she had finished her essay. K’s father had left her with a huge hamper from Fortnums and she said she would bring cake, biscuits and sherry.

I went back to my room and ran into R in the kitchen. I asked her if she had seen K but she said she hadn’t. R was not the sort of girl to lie and I believed her. But K’s network of informants in College was huge. I had a quick shower and really missed A soaping me up. I went back to my room and pulled the bed cover off. On my pillow were A’s pink knickers and a note. ‘Have a lovely wank tonight. I’ll be diddling myself! Such fun. All my love Axxx. P.S. Don’t forget my postcards.’ I sniffed them and then I got into bed and wrapped them around my erection. My mind was full of images of A but also K as they had similar figures.  Holding K felt like holding A. I soon ejaculated into A’s knickers. I would do the washing the next day, wash them and send them back to her with a saucy note.

Sunday morning there was no college breakfast (and it had gone up to 60p for, basically a roll and butter) so I had toast and marmalade in my room. I was glad I had invested in a toaster over the holiday.  I went out to get the Sunday Times and in the newsagent they had October’s Playboy which featured the Girls of Canads so, thinking of W, I picked that up. I hadn’t bought a Playboy since the previous term.

I went over to College and found a note about our first tutorial meeting later that week This was great as I didn’t have any work to do until then, just a couple of lectures in the Law building. Back in the annexe I ran the wash and went back to my room to fill in my application to Guildford Law school. I had had the form for some months but they didn’t process anything over the summer, so I hadn’t bothered to send it. I had another corned beef sandwich for lunch. I wasn't expecting C, if she came at all, until tea time. I did wonder about H, though.She was also living in the annexe in the house next to K and C. After I had dried my clothes in the dryer downstairs, which was far superior to the one in the main college, I went back to my room, put my clothes away and then lay on my bed and had a look at Playboy. That month’s Playmate, Mardi Jacquet, was very much to my taste and there were some great shots of her in see through knickers, displaying her bits, unusually for Playboy at the time and pulling her knickers up between her legs. I unzipped myself and had a nice wank, looking at Mardi and thinking about A. They looked quite similar, I thought.

 Somewhat to my surprise, C did turn up with K at about four thirty. They had tea, posh biscuits, a fruit cake and a bottle of Sherry. K knocked on R’s door and I did the same with L and W and we had a lovely tea party in my room as C started to get to know, L, who she seemed to thoroughly approve of. L and W then left to go to see some of the other foreign freshers, K went back to her room with C, who wanted to just finish her essay and R had some revision to do for her collection. My room, having been filled with girls, suddenly seemed empty. C and K had eaten so much cake they didn’t want dinner and I wondered if I could face corned beef sandwiches again with the remainder of the corned beef, which was starting to dry out a bit. 

At about eight there was a knock on the door. I had just put some Mozart on the cassette player and was in a good mood. The big bust up with C hadn’t happened. K was still engagingly flirty and the new girls on my floor were very nice. K had left me the sherry and I had just poured myself a glass. I opened the door. It was H. I smiled at her.

“Hello!” I said, with somewhat Sherry induced bonhomie. “Would you like a glass of..”

“I had sex with my cousin!” she blurted. She looked at me in a sort of surprised way, as if she had been planning what to say all the way up the stairs and then what came out was completely different from what she had planned. I asked her to come in and she did. She sat in my armchair and looked around my room at all my posters. I poured her a glass of sherry which she took and then drank down in one go.

“It's lovely to see...” I began.

“Don’t! Don’t speak. Let me speak! Don’t interrupt!” I nodded. “Please. Sorry. It’s difficult!” When H got going she could be as runaway train like as K. I let her talk without interrupting, even though I really wanted to. I poured her some more sherry. She had been in Sweden for most of the summer. Up in the north where her grandmother lived. They had had a big family party for her grandmother’s seventieth birthday. Lots of her relations from all over the country and abroad had been there for a week. She had been in the sauna with more than half a dozen of her family, of all ages, including her cousin, who she hadn’t seen since he was ten. They were all naked and although this was normal for the family she became very aware of the cousin making little glances at her, which was not the thing, it seemed. Sauna culture etiquette seemed rather complex. You were all naked together but you couldn’t cover any part of yourself up or look at other people. She rambled on.  Her cousin was the only one ether close to her age, other than her sister who was still a bit frosty. He sort of attached himself to her; sitting next to her at meals and going for walks with her in the forest. She liked him, she decided.

A day or so later she and the cousin were out by the lake after dinner, late at night but it was still light, of course. He had started to clumsily try to kiss her and she had kissed him back. His hands had gone straight to her bust but she gently pushed him away. She said she could tell he had a raging erection but didn’t want to be rude so they lay there together for hours chatting. Eventually they went to bed, separately. The next night he suggested they go for a midnight swim. H, who had had a bit to drink at dinner agreed and eventually found herself stripping naked to go skinny dipping with him. He got shy about taking his trousers and pants off as he had an erection. She undid his fly and removed his last clothes. She launched into the lake. He joined her and they splashed around for a while. When they got out they lay shivering on the grass and she climbed on top of him to warm up, she said. It didn’t take long for her hand to find his cock, at which point he immediately ejaculated, to H’s amusement. He was distraught and apologetic and was worried that she would tell his parents. She didn’t, of course, and the next night they went skinny dipping again and this time she sucked him off, which also didn’t take very long. She then showed him how to lick her pussy but he was really nervous and ejaculated again half way through. This went on for a few days. She cycled into town and bought some condoms and eventually they had sex by the lake, although he came really quickly again but he was only fifteen, she said, which was quite legal in Sweden. She had turned nineteen over the holidays. They did it twice more ‘until we used up the condoms’ and then he went back to Gothenburg. “So. That’s it. I’ve been unfaithful to you and I feel slutty and horrible.”

“Would you like a hug?” I asked. This was not really the story I had imagined. I thought it would be all to do with her sister berating her about me and second thoughts about losing her virginity. She came over and sat down next to me on the bed but she seemed tense. I put my arm around her waist. She said that she hadn’t even thought about me when she was with her cousin and that made her feel worse. I asked her if she enjoyed it and she said no, then admitted maybe the last one a bit. “Well I bet he enjoyed it! What a lucky boy to have such a lovely girl in the grass by the lake.”

“Are you furious? I’ve let you down. I’ve let myself down,” she said. The first thing that came into my head, I am afraid, was that I felt a lot less guilty about A. I had assumed H and I had broken up. Now I wasn’t so sure.

“It all sounds quite fun and exciting!” I said. “Even the way you told it was exciting. Erotic. You in the grass teaching this boy about sex.  Telling him how to lick your pussy!”

“I had a good teacher!” she laughed but she was crying. I wished girls wouldn’t do that. “Sorry. Time of the month.” she said. I kissed the top of her head. It must be rubbish having periods, I thought, not for the first time. I was glad I was a man.

 “Do you want to stay over.” I said, pushing it. “It’s a small bed but if we lie on our sides...”

“Oh! Sorry can’t. My tampax are back in my room and I feel all gloopy. Anyway there is no way two people can sleep in this bed. I’m sure these small beds are deliberate. I miss last year’s bed.” She stood up, to my disappointment. “I have collections and I have to sort out my year abroad and it is a busy term, so do you mind if we don’t... I mean perhaps we can have a break until... Well. You know. It’s just. I can’t explain.” She was snivelling again.

“Whenever you need me for whatever it is. Tea. Chocolate biscuits. A cuddle. I’ll be here!” I said. She smiled and kissed m on the lips. I stroked her bottom. We remained in an embrace for ten or fifteen seconds.

“Thanks. You’re so... Well thanks!” She left. I shut my door. Bugger. At one point I thought she would leap into my arms and we would be all right again. Every time I thought I was beginning to understand women they did something I couldn’t fathom. I went to bed, too upset to masturbate.

I went to breakfast in college on Monday morning. I had got up early, had a play in the shower thinking about H’s tits and then had written to her sister, J, telling her that I would be in Cambridge that weekend. I didn’t expect J to reply but I had to try. I posted it on the way to Hall which was full of Freshers and hardly anyone I knew. That bit of extra distance between the Annexe and the main college really reduced the numbers of people from the second year going there for meals. There was a reading list for Tort in my pigeonhole but, amazingly, no requirement to do an essay that week. Our Contract tutorial would be the following Tuesday.  If I could get on with the reading I could easily go to Cambridge for my schoolfriend F’s birthday party at the weekend. I spent the day in the library pushing through the reading list. I went to Blackwells and bought a text book. I had lunch in College but there was no C or H.  K had a collection too. For once the lawyers had a slack week.

There was a ‘meet the new fresher lawyers’ drinks party that evening. I stopped at C’s late afternoon to see if she wanted to come. She did and we went along to the Stocker Room at about six, just before dinner. The freshers were a dismal bunch; pompous, unattractive and full of themselves.

“What a bunch of wankers!” said C as we went back to her room. “All the girls are dull and ugly and as for the men... Who on earth wears a tweed jacket? It’s not Christ Church!  They're dwarfs too!” To my surprise C had bought us dinner. A fish pie and oven chips which she cooked in their kitchen. She had even bought some Frascati. The fish pie was from Marks & Spencer, which was now quite close by. Neither of us were big fish eaters but it was quite nice. She was in a good mood as she had finished her essay and delivered it. She said she was going to have a quick shower and I should choose some tunes. She didn’t have nearly as many tapes as I did but she had a Bach excerpts one, so I put that on and finished my Frascati. She came back into her room (which was smaller than mine, I was surprised to see) wearing her white towelling bathrobe and her funny pink shower cap. I always teased her about it but she said it was better than getting wet hair. She pulled it off and brushed her hair a bit.

She sat on the bed and I was sat on her desk chair, watching her brush her hair; something I had always enjoyed.  She nattered on about the ghastly freshers and asked me to pass her body lotion, which was in a cardboard box (she hadn’t totally unpacked yet) on the floor by my feet. I handed it over to her and she pushed her bathrobe aside so she could rub lotion into her calves. I watched her do so and she grinned at me as she saw I was watching her. She pulled her bathrobe back more and revealed her thighs which she rubbed lotion into as well. She undid the tie of her bathrobe and pushed the sides of it right back, revealing her whole body, other than her arms. She smiled at me again and started to rub lotion into her tummy and hips. She pushed her body forward on the bed, so her bottom was right on the edge. She started to slowly rub lotion into her tits, Her pink nipples were erect. She cupped her bust with both hands. She slid her hands down her body and opened her thighs, revealing her orange pussy. She started to rub her hands on the tendons inserting into her groin. I sat there, entranced, as she started to stroke her labia with two fingers. I was sat about six feet from her. I was stiff as a pole but didn’t want to make a move on her and get rejected. There was a heart-stopping atmosphere in the room as she tickled her clitoris. Although I had been with C when she masturbated before, we had always been in bed with the covers over us, or it had been under her skirt or inside her knickers, like with A the previous week. I had never watched a girl frig herself in the open, so to speak. She inserted a finger into her cunt, smiling at me all the time and finger fucked herself for a while. Her left hand was caressing one breast, the pink teat sticking our between two fingers. She spread her legs even more and now started to rub her bud with two fingers in a circular motion. She was breathing hard now and giving out little ‘mmm’ vocalisations. I wondered if you could ejaculate at a sight alone. She was rubbing rapidly now and looking at me all the time. She closed her eyes and stopped moving. “Hunh!” she breathed. I stood up and squatted down in front of her, between her knees. I could smell her pussy.

“That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen!” I said. I was just starting to think that I would push her onto her back on the bed. The pupils of C’s eyes were huge. She looked completely aroused. I sensed she wouldn’t object. She touched my erection through my jeans. There was a knock at the door. We both jumped. I stood up and C retied her bath robe.

“Come in!” said C. “It’s open!” It was K, who had decided that more revision at this stage was not going to help for her collection the next day.

“What have you two been up to?” she asked. “You’re all pink!” she said to C. C laughed.

“We haven’t been up to anything!” said C. “He is just going!” I left, in a complete daze. I went back to my room and got ready for bed as quickly as I could. I desperately needed a wank. I lay in bed, recalling every minute of the ten minutes it had taken her to bring herself to orgasm; the first time I had watched a girl do so. I worked on myself slowly, not going at it fast, in order to extend the enjoyment. Rather similar to the way I would look at a new men’s magazine, I supposed. Making it last. Up to the brink and then slow down. Lovely. Afterwards I wondered what had been going on in C’s mind. Was it a ‘look at what you are missing’ exhibition to demonstrate that she had moved on and didn’t need me. Was it. perhaps, a ‘come back I have made a mistake’ ploy? What if K hadn’t interrupted us and I had pushed C back on to the bed, rolled her onto her tummy and taken her from behind? In the next few days I thought of this a lot.  Next morning I wrote the episode up in the same exercise book as I had noted down my adventures with A.

I finished my reading by Wednesday. The first tutorial, with T, of Selfridges perfume girl fame, had been unremarkable and I was looking forward to my first trip to Cambridge. F had written and said he had got me a guest room, if I didn’t mind paying a small fee, so I wouldn’t need a sleeping bag. This was good as I didn’t actually have a sleeping bag. C didn’t seem to be about much and was in the main law library doing the tort reading list as she was behind, having had to do her holiday essay at the last minute. I spent some time with L and W and we tended to have tea together in each other’s rooms at about four, which they thought was a very English habit. L made some chocolate brownies, the first I had ever had and I said she should host a brownie tea party every week or so. I saw C, briefly in Cornmarket and she reported that the Freshers were getting into the College law library really early and bagging all the best seats. She gave me a goodbye kiss before going back to her room and I went on to the lodge to look at my post. There was a letter from Cambridge. Not from my friend either. I opened it. It was from J and was several pages long. I scanned it and then stuck it in my pocket to read later. The first paragraph was friendly and even flirty. Then there was a big chunk about her sister, which I didn’t read immediately. At the end of the letter she suggested meeting up on Friday in The Gardenia cafe. She gave a time and an address. I was surprised.

I went to Smiths and bought some postcards to send to A in Edinburgh. They had an A-Z of Cambridge there and I bought one so I could look up the street where the Gardenia Cafe was, find where my friend’s College was and where the bus station was. Except the latter didn't seem to be marked. I then went into Boots to get some more toothpaste. There was a man serving. I looked around, furtively, and bought a packet of three Durex, more out of hope than expectation. I scuttled out, feeling brave and excited. Next morning, I was on the boring bus ride to Cambridge. I had read J’s letter properly and it was quite fun and friendly. Even the part about her sister was conciliatory as, according to her, I hadn’t seem to have done H any psychological harm, she seemed to have really enjoyed herself with me and wasn’t upset. She then on to tell me about H’s fling with her cousin ‘as I’m sure you know by now’. Quite a big assumption that, I thought. H could have not told me. It occurred to me that it was a little dig to remind me that H had moved on. The night before I had had a long chat with the American girl, L, in her room. She was surprised at how friendly I still seemed to be with C, given we had broken up. I said I couldn’t work out C at all. She asked me to tell her all about it, which she probably regretted, as the whole story came out, including the recent masturbation episode. I surprised myself at revealing something quite so intimate to someone I had only just met but she was that sort of girl. She said that she had met girls like C before and they could be very draining on those around them.

“Not just your balls either!” she said, unexpectedly saucily. I liked her more and more.

 I started to get excited about meeting J again and fantasised that she would find me so irresistible that we would be in bed within the hour. The bus journey took getting on for four hours but I arrived at about two and walked the mile to my friend F’s College. Cambridge had many similarities to Oxford but enough differences to know you were in a different city. Perhaps the university buildings were a little younger looking. There seemed to be more eighteenth and seventeenth century buildings, not sixteenth century ones. Even though it was a much smaller town by population it felt more spread out  The colleges seemed to be more scattered about. I found it a bit claustrophobic, though, as the streets seemed to be very narrow.

F’s college, although technically founded before mine, in the fifteenth century, looked very eighteenth century. F had drawn me a map of where his room was and I found it with no trouble. I dumped my stuff in my (quite nice, if sparse) guest room and F took me around town to help get me orientated. The place didn’t seem to have a natural centre, really., unlike Oxford. I told F I was meeting a friend and he showed me where Rose Crescent, for the Gardenia Cafe, was. This appeared to be Greek and served food but was very small. There weren’t a lot of tables but as I went up the couple of steps off the pavement I spotted J in the corner. She had had her hair cut.

“You’ve had your hair cut!” I said.

“I’ve had my hair cut!” she agreed, standing up. Before, it had come down to her tailbone but now it was shoulder length.

“Do you like it?” She turned her head from side to side. I didn’t. I liked long hair.

“It looks great!” I said.

“It’s thicker now!” It was. She looked at me and laughed. “Come here!” We embraced and she kissed me and patted my bottom. “So, here you are in...”

“Fenbog!” I said, using Oxford’s nickname for the place. More politely it was also called ‘The Other Place’ by people at Oxford. I don’t think Cambridge has a nickname for Oxford as the students there have no imagination, as they are mostly tragic scientists. We sat down. She already had a coffee but got me a tea. She asked me if I had spoken to H properly yet. I said that yes, we had had an interesting discussion.

“You haven’t had sex again, I hope!” she said.

“It was her period,” I said. She frowned.

“You piece of shit!” she said, smiling. “Oh, and we’re not going to have sex either, so you can forget that!” I thought of the Durexes in my bag. I wondered how long they lasted before they went off. A month? Six Months? A year? I hoped I wouldn’t have to wait that long. “I have a new boyfriend!” I said I wasn’t surprised.

“How old is he?” I asked.

“Fuck off! He is a bit younger than me. Your age. Twenty.”

“A student?”

“Yes.”

"One of your students?”

“Such a cunt!” she said. “No he is not one of my small number of students. That would be very unprofessional. No don’t say anything!” I knew her last boyfiend had been one of her tutors. We chatted away quite happily after that. She told me about Sweden, teasingly emphasising all the time they had spent naked in the sauna and swimming. I thought they were pretty brave swimming in the northern Baltic. Nearly twenty years later I went skinny dipping in the Baltic with a Swedish girlfriend and it was absolutely freezing, even in the summer. Thankfully, she didn’t go on about their cousin that much, other than to say he was the happiest looking teenager she had ever seen when he left. She had had a word with him too and told him that he had a had a nice experience which would never be repeated and now he needed to find a nice local girl.

“You are quite bossy!” I said.

“Protective not bossy. Your girlfriend, C, is bossy.” She asked me if I had seduced any more women over the summer and I said not. I decided not to mention A at all as I hadn't seduced her as such.. She admitted that she had met her boyfriend only one week earlier but they had had sex four times. Before we knew it, it was six thirty and I said I had to go and meet another school friend for dinner. “Can I come?”

“What about your boyfriend?”

“He’s in Oxford this weekend!” she laughed. "Seeing a school friend!"  I knew that my school friend, M, was bringing his girlfriend, so I said we could see. His college was very close and I met him, as planned in the porter’s lodge. His girlfriend was with him. She had shortish dark wavy hair and brown eyes, She was a genuine beauty, fashion model standard and was slim and elegant. She was wearing a black and white dog tooth check miniskirt, which was unusual for the time but she had world class legs. J was wearing jeans and a plain white blouse and I could see the two women eyeing each other up. I could see my friend, M, checking out J’s bust. He was always a bust man. I could also see his girlfriend, B checking out him checking out J. I introduced J as ‘a friend’ and they were very happy for the four of us to go out together which we did, to an Italian restaurant. B probed us at dinner to try and work out J and my relationship. In the end J made it quite clear. “My boyfriend dumped me for another man and I went to my sister’s College in Oxford for a ball and rebounded on to him," she pointed at me, "for a few days and then when I came back to Cambridge he rebounded onto my sister, disgracefully!”

“Ah!” said M. “You’re one of the sisters!” I later found out that Dobs had written to him about me that week. Dobs and M were close friends at school in the way I was with F, whose birthday I had come for.

“Infamous sluts now, obviously!” she said, looking amused, thankfully. The two girls both disappeared off to the ladies together, after the main course.

“Knockers like watermelons!” said M, enviously. I told him the sister was the same. He said that B was still his first (they didn’t last much longer) but they hadn’t had sex until the end of the previous year. He said that there had been blood everywhere. I said that C hadn’t bled at all and nor had J’s sister. We were just embarking on an interesting discussion about virginity when the girls returned.

“What have you been talking about?” asked J.

“What have you been talking about?” I replied. M and B left to go back to his College (they were both in the same one and both doing the same subject, like C and I had been). I offered to walk H home. She said she wasn’t going to have sex with me. She also pointed out that once I had walked her home (to a shared house as she wasn’t in College anymore) how would I find my way back to F’s College? I told her I had a good sense of direction and I’d be fine but I wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s Cambridge not Detroit,” she said. She kissed me goodnight. “Leave my sister alone!” she said over her shoulder as she walked away. Well, that was disappointing, I thought, When she had come to dinner with us I really thought I had a chance. Oh well.  A good part of my reason for going to Cambridge had just walked away from me without even  a proper goodbye.

Next day, F introduced me to his girlfriend, who was at a different college from him but doing the same subject. Bizarrely she looked just like him. They both wore jeans and Dr Marten boots, black jumpers and had identical glasses and hair cuts. Whether he was attracted to her because she looked like him or whether they both adopted each others style I didn’t know but they looked odd. We all had breakfast in F’s college and there was a very strange student there who carried a small keyboard around his neck and would play background chords whenever he spoke. No-one else batted an eyelid at this. This struck me as being a typically weird Cambridge thing. People there seemed to be much more eccentric and less down to earth.

It was a nice day and we walked along the famous Backs, where Colleges sat on the River Cam and people went punting in the summer. I had to admit that this part of Cambridge really was very attractive. I gave F his birthday present which was a copy of book I also had, which he had admired at school. He seemed genuinely delighted with it and I was glad I had spent so much time finding it in Foyles in London.

His party was held in the subterranean college bar. There were a number of people I knew from school there, as traditionally we sent more people to Cambridge than Oxford. T, in whose house I had misbehaved with Mandy the hairdresser, was there as was one of the more annoying boys from my year, G. G was an ugly little squit who was full of himself, He had joined the school with only three years to go so was considered to be a bit of a Johnny come lately. His father was one of the teachers too. He was also about five foot two and had a horrible Irish accent. I tried to catch up with my old school friends as much as the pounding music allowed. G was trying to chat up some girl most of the night and, typically, thought he was being hilarious and cool. People started dancing so I thought that was my cue to leave. I was just about to go when the girl,who was being molested by G, came up and asked me if I wanted to dance, I told her I didn’t but she begged, so as to get away from G. I jiggled up and down with her for quite a long time and although I didn’t enjoy it I was, at least, a bit more competent, due to my experience at the College ball the previous summer. Slow music came on (10cc’s I’m not in love was definitely one of them) and the girl stayed with me. At least I could now hear to talk to her while we danced. She clung to me very closely, no doubt to send a message to G. She was about five foot two as well. In fact,she was remarkably like C in appearance and even had long red hair, although really it was more strawberry blonde and wavy not straight. I told her she looked like a girl from a Pre-Raphaelite painting. She smiled. She was a fresher and it was her second week, as Cambridge terms start a bit earlier than Oxford ones. G tried to chip in on the dance but the girl, M, said she was happy dancing with me. G gave me a glare. I rather cruelly indicated the eleven inch difference in height between us with my hands. He stomped off. I bought the girl a rum and coke and she attached herself to me for the rest of the time in the bar. I bought her another drink and she started to be quite tactile, stroking my arm and thigh when we perched on a couple of bar stools to watch the other idiots dancing. It was punk music now and there was a lot of pogoing.

At the end of the booked time in the bar G invited about ten of us up to his (large) room. He then had another go at the girl and made her sit on the arm of his armchair. I was very jealous of his armchair. Mine had all been conventional wooden chairs with wooden arms, at College. His was a proper leather one with full arms. He had his arm around the girl and was trying to stroke her thigh. She was much curvier than C, I now realised and I thought that his arms were so short he could barely reach around her. An image of a Tyrannosaurus, with its silly little arms, came into my mind and I smiled while looking at the two of them. M smiled back at me and then stood up and came over to me, where I was sat on a normal chair in the corner, while G held court with supposedly funny stories told in his grating accent. She sat on my lap.

“Let’s go somewhere quieter!” she said. She stood up. I stood up. I waved at F and we bolted for the door. I caught G looking at us as we went through the door with a look of incomprehension on his face. “Is it OK if we don’t go to my room?” she whispered, rather shyly. I said that I had a guest room and we crossed the quad (or court as they call them, inexplicably, in Cambridge) to where my room was, I opened the door and turned on the desk lamp. It was quite stark as it had no possessions in it; just a few old prints of Cambridge on the walls, a bed, a bedside table, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a desk and two chairs.  As usual the furniture was a mix of styles and ages. I apologised that I couldn’t offer her a drink. I also wished I had some music. I sat on the bed and she came and sat next to me. Within seconds we were kissing. Well, snogging. She was quite assertive so, after a moment’s hesitation I slipped my tongue into her mouth, She put a hand on my thigh and started to stroke it. After a few minutes I pulled her down so that we were lying on the bed next to each other. “Oh!” she said.

“Alright?” I asked, She nodded and we started kissing again. I told her I was going to take my shoes off and she removed her sandals too. I took my socks off  and we resumed where we had left off, except I pulled her so she was lying on top of me. She squirmed about and I felt the heat from her pussy as she straddled my thigh.

“Oh” she said again. I started to stroke her bottom and wondered if she could feel my erection. The question was answered after another few minutes when she put her hand between our bodies and felt my bulge. “Oh!” she said again.

“You’ve got me very excited!” I told her. I then told her what a beautiful, exciting girl she was. She said she was very excited too. “Shall we be really excited together?” I asked.

“Do you mean...” she asked, looking at ne intently. She had lovely green eyes.

“You’ve got lovely green eyes!” I said. She smiled. “I’m going to take your dress off!” I told her, unusually assertively.  I think my experiences with J and H, the previous term, had given me a confidence with women I hadn't really had before.

“Oh!” she said as I started to undo the buttons down the back of her floral print dress. They didn’t go all the way down but she sat up, astride my thighs and pulled the dress over her head.

“Wow! Lovely!” I said. She was wearing a pretty, cream lacy bra and knickers set. She had a very big bust on a very narrow ribcage. They weren’t the size of the mythical watermelons but because her chest was small they looked much bigger. I clasped her tits gently.

“Oh!” she said. I squeezed. They felt superb.

“Superb!” I said. She grinned and removed her bra. They really were superb. I sat up a bit so I could kiss them.

“Oh!” she said again. Her vocabulary seemed a bit limited but she was a Cambridge scientist, I supposed. She started to undo the buttons on my shirt. Once I pulled my shirt off we resumed snogging and I really enjoyed her hard nipples and soft breasts against my skin. She had pale pink nipples but the areolae were only a little bit bigger than the teats themselves. Nice, I though and rolled her onto her back so that I could lick and suck them. “Oh,” she said, stroking my head and shoulders. “Take your jeans off!” she whispered. I rolled onto my back, unbuckled my belt and unzipped myself. She pulled them down my thighs and I kicked them off. She put her hand on the bulge in my underpants. I was expecting her to say ‘oh!’ again but she didn’t. “These too,” she said. I lifted my bottom up and she pulled my pants down. “Mmm!” she said and took hold of me with her soft hand.  She was kneeling between my legs. I reached for the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down, revealing a magnificent ginger marmalade coloured bush. She reached down and pushed her knickers right off. Then she lay on top of me and we went back to snogging. This was great, I thought. What nice girl. Well, not too nice. She now had her hand on my cock as we kissed. I was wondering how to get her onto her back so I could start licking her pussy. “Do you have a condom?” she asked.

“No,” I replied, automatically. I had forgotten. “Wait! Yes!” I said. She rolled off me and I delved down into my bag before finding the box. I pulled a packet out and got it on the fastest I had ever managed. She was lying on her back. She opened her thighs and I lay between them. I would always check with the girl to see if she wanted to proceed.  I was still working under the misapprehension that nice girls didn't like it. "Have you done this before?" I asked, guessing that she hadn't.

"Of course!" she said, taking hold of me and guiding me towards her pussy.  I wriggled up and slipped into her. “Oh!” she said. I smiled at her, She smiled back, thankfully. I started to slowly thrust int and out. “Oh!” she said again. I kept it very slow and thought about A and her tantric teachings. I kissed her and she put her hands on my bottom. I managed to keep myself under control as she became more excited. I pulled her thighs up so that her knees were up to her shoulders, so I could get deeper inside her. I kissed her tits. Her hips were responding now and I was grateful to the condom for deadening the feeling somewhat. I had only met her about four hours before. Superb, I thought. I alternated between fast and slow, mainly to give me a chance to calm down. Eventually she started to come. “Oh!” she said. “Oh! I’m...” it was quite an active one. Her insides gripped me and her thighs gripped me too . She thrust her hips up. I kissed her as she came and sped up a bit so that I came thirty seconds later. We smiled at each other.

“That was lovely! You are just a lovely girl.” I said, rolling off her and pulling the Durex off carefully. “I’ll just get rid of this!” I said. I put my jeans and shirt on, went to the loo outside and dumped the condom down it. I went back to the room and she was dressed. “Are you leaving?” I asked.

“I suppose so!” she said, looking suddenly shy.

“Don’t go!” I said. “Stay in bed with me tonight!” She said she hadn’t got her soap or toothbrush. I said she could borrow mine. She thought that was a bit personal until I compared it to what we had just done. She laughed and disappeared to the bathroom with my soap, toothpaste and toothbrush. She used the college provided towel as I had brought my own. When she returned I took her clothes off again and we climbed into bed naked. It was a single but bigger than my one at College. We cuddled up and kissed. She asked how long it would be before I could do it again. I told her I was well on the way, given a bit of encouragement.

“Excellent!” she said. She started to stroke my cock and I started to get stiff again. “What’s your name, by the way?” All my school friends had been calling me by my school nickname, which obviously wasn't my real name.  I laughed and told her. “I’m going to write about you in my diary!” she said. I said I would so the same.

The next morning I used my third Durex on M. I suggested she get on top, mainly because I wanted to watch her tits bouncing around, which they certainly did. She came again although I hadn’t. I got her on all fours and took her from behind which she found ‘particularly exciting'. This time the sight of myself sliding in and out of her ginger pussy did get me off, despite the unpleasant looking shiny Durex.  I had decided that I really liked this rear entry position.

We got dressed and went down to college breakfast together. Disappointingly, neither F nor G had made it down to breakfast, M made me sit with some of her girlfriends and I felt quite paraded in front of them. They were all looking at me and in a none too subtle way trying to find out why M hadn’t been in her room that morning when they went to fetch her for breakfast. M walked me to the bus stop. We had a hug and a goodbye kiss. We weren’t the only ones. There was quite a bit of snogging going on. Oxford/Cambridge romances were still obviously flourishing.

“Thank you for a lovely time!” I said.

“When can we see each other again?” she asked.  Normally a comment that would have got me all nervous but she was a genuinely lovely girl and I wished she had been studying in Oxford not Fenbog.

“Why don’t you come to Oxford?” She thought that sounded great. I thought that having a girlfriend in Cambridge was better than having none at all. Especially one with such a lovely ginger marmalade pussy. We wouldn’t exactly be having a lot of sex but at least there was hope for some sex.

“This term! I’ll look at my diary!” The coach tuned up. “Thank you again, it was just great.”

“Same for me!” I said, giving her another hug and a kiss We had exchanged college and home addresses. She lived in Brighton which was only about fifty miles from where I lived.  She said I could come down over the Christmas vacation.  I looked out of the window as she waved me off and remembered doing the same with A only a week before. I was in a much better mood on the dreary drive back.  I was so glad I had bought those condoms, even if they ended up not being used on the girl I had intended.  I decided to get more to ensure I always had some. You never knew.  I also realised that I had got over J.  There were still other girls who found me attractive.

I got back to College late afternoon, feeling really hungry, as I had missed lunch. I dumped my stuff in my room and went to College to check my pigeou hole. There was a letter from A from Edinburgh. I decided to read it back in my room and have a nice wank. I popped into the Co-op to pick up some milk and a pork pie to keep me going until dinner. There was C, buying a couple of pasta ready meals.

“How was your trip to Cambridge?” I told her that it had been unexpectedly enjoyable. “Did you meet any nice girls?”

“A five foot two inch tall girl with long red hair. I was inexplicably attracted to her!” I said.

“Bastard!” she said. “You missed the last episode of the Dr Who story! Come to dinner and I will tell you what happened.” I said I’d see her at seven. She went off to get some thread for something she was sewing and I went to get a bottle of Chianti at Victoria Wine.

Back in my room I read A’s letter which thanked me for a wonderful time and ‘really pussy dripping sex’. She said she had been ‘diddling herself silly’ since she got back and hoped I was wanking while thinking about her. I’d actually just had a shower and came in the shower, unusually, thinking about M from Cambridge.  I promised myself that next time I would think about A, as if she could tell.

L came around for tea and I told her all about Cambridge. She thought that she and W should go and see it one weekend. She had a list of cities in Britain she wanted to see, including Bath, York and Edinburgh. She said I could go to Edinburgh with them and see A.

Dinner with C, was quite normal and the 45p a head rigatoni from the Co-op was a lot cheaper than College dinner. Being able to cook in our staircases was going to save quite a lot of money, we agreed.  Money we could spend on wine. There was no exhibitionist masturbation, disappointingly and no physical contact between us at all. It made me feel less guilty about M in Cambridge. C asked me what the dress shops were like and I said I hadn’t seen any, as if they would be top of my sightseeing list. The only shop I’d been in was Cambridge’s equivalent of Blackwells, Heffers, which wasn’t as good, I thought.  She kissed me goodnight, I patted her bottom and I left her in her room.  Maybe the friend only thing might work, after all.  Provided I could have sex somewhere else.

On Monday C and my two male friends from the lawyers went out and had dinner in a pub called The Chequers, just off the High. Sausage, beefburger, eggs tomatoes, etc for £1.20 was only a bit more expensive than College. We were trying to cheer ourselves up as we had our first contract tutorial the next day, with the horrible tutor, where our holiday essays would be discussed. Most of the tutorial , the next day, was about what we would be doing that term and it wasn’t until the end of the two hours that the tutor handed our essays back to T and I. He told T that his essay was pretty good and went through a few things with him. He handed me mine and I braced myself.

“Best in the year!” he said. “Best piece of work you have ever done!” He had given me A++. I was stunned. “Oh, and I can tell that C read it after you had written it and tried to incorporate some of your material into the conclusion of hers. Maybe just sticking to doing your own thing and not getting distracted is good for you!” Another dig. Still, I was so delighted I didn’t mind.

“Well done old chap!” said T afterwards. “Better go and tell C!” he said. I didn’t and just went to lunch in College and caught up with K, who was having lunch with a girl who did Engineering. She invited K, C and I to the engineers party, later in the week. Everyone else seemed to assume C and I were together still. I didn’t see C for a bit, as encouraged by my good mark, I started on the reading early, to get it out the way and give me more thinking time on the next piece of work. C was right about the freshers getting to the library early, though, and even though I got there before eight the next day they had taken all the best seats and I had to go to work in the rather depressing second room, where I had taken C up against the door once. C appeared at lunchtime and came and sat next to me.

“Someone has been a very clever boy, again!” she said, stroking my leg under the desk. Unfortunately the tutor had raised the elements that C had copied from me, which had annoyed her. “How does he know you didn’t copy them from me?” she said. The structure of the essays made it obvious but I wasn’t going to get involved in all that. “I’m going to come and cook you dinner tonight and you are going to buy a bottle of pink wine!” she said.

“That would be great!” I said, surprised. I stayed in the library until about six and then went back to the annex via Oddbins, where I bought a bottle of Rose d’Anjou, which reminded me of H and J. C turned up at about seven and cooked pork chops in white wine, vermouth, tarragon and onions. It was really good and we had it with rice. She told me over dinner that the panic over law school places was not so bad as we had thought, as one of the third years had said that they released the places in batches and most of them would be released at the beginning of the third year. One of the other lawyers in our year had actually had his cheque sent back. though. During dinner we drank the Rose and finished the white wine which she had brought to cook with. She lay on the bed and called me over for a cuddle, which I wasn’t expecting. We lay together in an embrace while she talked about our essays. Several people had talked to her that afternoon about my ‘excellent essay’. I felt relaxed and started stroking her back. She was wearing her pale blue silk blouse which I always enjoyed the feel of. I found myself getting erect.

 “You’re all excited!” she said. “Let’s have sex!”

“What?” I blurted.

 “I’m all excited too and you deserve a reward!” She started pulling my shirt out of my trousers. We were both naked in less than a minute. “I’m not on the Pill. Don’t come inside me!” She sat on my cock and started to move her hips. I was still a bit stunned, to be honest. “Don’t just lie there, fuck me back!” she ordered. I did and stroked the sides of her breasts which I knew she liked. “Umm!” she said moving faster and causing her tits to jiggle. We got faster and faster and she leaned forward for a kiss, This really surprised me as we hadn’t kissed during sex for ages. She was bouncing hard and I was thrusting hard and, unfortunately, our teeth impacted.

“Fuck!” I said, uncharacteristically. My whole head felt like it was vibrating.

“Yes Fuck! Fuck me!” cried C. obviously not suffering at all. I could taste bits in my mouth. I stopped thinking about sex and stopped thrusting. I felt along my front teeth with my tongue. I had broken a tooth. The hole felt huge. C just kept going. “You haven’t come I hope!” she said, grinding away.

“You’ve broken my tooth!” I said.

“Not my fucking fault!” she said, grabbing her tits. I felt her flow. She stopped moving. “Open your mouth!” I did. “Oh dear!” she said. “That’s not very attractive!” I pushed her over onto her side and went to my washbasin to look at myself in the mirror.  I knew exactly what had happened. I spat out the pieces. When I was eight, a nasty boy who lived next door to my family had thrown a stone at me outside my house. It had broken off the bottom of one of my top front teeth. My mother was distraught as it was one of my first adult teeth. A few years later I had it capped at the dentist and it was barely visible. The impact from C’s teeth had knocked it to pieces. The blow wasn’t that hard and her teeth were undamaged, on close inspection, but my artificial cap had just disintegrated. “Do not tell people how it happened!” she said. I looked at myself some more in the mirror.   “Oh poor baby!” she said, coming up behind me and putting her arms around me. “Shall I sleep over and look after you?”

“That would actually be really nice!” I said. I wondered if she felt a little guilty. I doubted it, on reflection.

“Nithe!” she teased. The chip on my tooth had given me a lisp. It would be seven weeks before I could go to the dentist and get it fixed. She went back to her room to get her overnight things. I was convinced that she wouldn’t come back. I tugged at my front teeth, thinking that they felt a bit loose and wondered if they might both fall out, so that I would end up looking like a seven year old. She did return, much to my amazement. I said that I would have a shower before bed. She said she would join me. She tried to cheer me up by soaping my cock but I was too distracted to enjoy it.

“Sorry!” I said. She said it was fine but looked annoyed. Just as we came out of the shower we ran into L, who was returning from the kitchen. She looked at me in a 'I really can’t believe it' way.

"He’s broken his tooth!” said C. “Hit it on the shelf!” L then wanted to have a look. She held my head in her hands and peered at it. I was quite enjoying her touch, I realised.

“Do you want some Bourbon?” she asked. “I banged my teeth once and it made my neck sore!” I realised that my neck was sore. I must have tensed it up on impact and pulled something. Bugger. This was just getting worse. C and I went into my room and she hurriedly made the bed and picked our clothes up. She folded hers up and put them neatly on my desk. L reappeared with a bottle of Bourbon and poured a huge glass into one of my tumblers. I hadn’t had it before and it was bit whisky-like for me but I felt better after it and was glad that the nerves in my tooth didn’t appear to have been exposed. C pointedly put two more tumblers on the desk and L, smiling, poured two rather smaller measure into them. I was becoming conscious of a sore upper lip now too.

 “I better tuck him up for the night!” said C, as L left. She removed her black ‘slug suit’ and undid the tie on my dressing gown. “Not a lot of space, is there?” she said. The bed was a foot narrower than the one we had shared the year before. “Maybe if we lie on our sides?” I suggested. C was not as skinny as A and had a bigger bottom. It worked, just about, with me facing the wall and C facing the room. I could feel her soft bottom against my back and started to get stiff. Despite the increasing pain in my mouth and neck.

“Thanks for a lovely dinner!” I said. “And looking after me!”

“Thanks for a lovely fuck. I really enjoyed it, until the tooth banging” She laughed. “Maybe I will toss you off tomorrow morning before breakfast. Cheer you up!”

“That would be nice!” I said.

“Nithe!” she said, laughing. I didn’t think it was that funny.