Adventures in the City - Part 1 - A Fortuitous Meeting
Chapter 1 - The First Day of Class
It was the first morning of my first class. I had found a seat in Economic Theory and was waiting, along with twenty others, for the Professor to arrive when someone sat down in the chair next to me. I glanced up and said, "Good Morning."
A deep, strong confident male voice answered, "Hello, you look familiar somehow. Do we know each other?"
My instant reaction was that I was being hit on. I'm tall, blond and pretty, so male advances were nothing new.
But when I looked up again, he did look familiar to me. Where did we meet?
The voice said, "Do you by chance know Darlene Smith?"
"Why yes, she was my junior year roommate at Cornell."
"Aha, that's the connection. You must be Camille Thompson."
My memory snapped into place. "And you are Anthony Calabrese!"
He responded, "Not even six degrees, is it?" His smile was infectious.
Our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Distinguished Professor of Political Economy, Sir Reginald Thornwhistle. His student rep was brilliant, friendly, and demanding. I'd wondered if jumping into this course my first term at the London School was such a great idea.
Before I could get nervous about that all over again, he launched into a nonstop hour of course description, personal description, and short interviews with each of us. Fortunately, he went alphabetically and I had a chance to observe his back and forth with others before he got to me.
"Camille Thompson, is it?" He peered at me intently. "Undergraduate honors in Economics at Cornell, Summa Cum Laude, highly recommended by Bill Reynolds."
"Yes, Sir."
"Bill was three years behind me at Oxford. Did his thesis on volatility in markets. Should have had a piece of Sharpe's Nobel for beta theory."
"Why are you here? With your looks, you could be gracing a mansion in Greenwich."
"Is that a sexist remark, Sir?"
He paused, glancing around the room. "Yes. Yes, it certainly is, and I'm glad you called me on it. I apologize to you and to the other women in the class. "
"Thank you, Sir." I slowly let out the breath I had been holding.
Tony had my hand, squeezing gently. "Great pushback," he whispered.
Thornwhistle went on through the rest of the class, gave us a ton of reading to do, and let everyone go early.
"Thanks for having my back in there. Can I buy you a coffee?"
I got a hug around my shoulder and we explored the unfamiliar building until we found an espresso bar.
Tony was a Yalie and also an Econ major. "Yes, I'm pumped up with pompous faculty nonsense but trying to live it down by coming here. I'm not sure for how long. My family isn't wealthy and my sister starts Brown next fall. You don't have a formula for instant wealth in that brave head of yours do you?"
I ran my fingers over his hand, "Do you have a girlfriend these days? Maybe one who could support you?" I gave him my innocent little girl look and tossed my hair.
"You are not only brave, you are a flirt. Do you go out with guys you've only met in class?" He had dark Italian eyes and was getting to me fast.
"Certainly not. And my mother warned me about the hazards of dating in London." I grinned at him.
"Do you like Indian food?"
"Yes."
"Then let me take you to dinner tonight at one of the better Indian restaurants. A simple testament to your standing your ground on the first day of class." He picked up my hand and kissed it.
At seven, he had actually found my postage stamp studio in a mews near the school, and rang the bell. I asked him in, poured us each a glass of wine and said I would be back in a minute. His coat and tie meant my little black dress and dark stockings. Hair up. A touch of mom's expensive fragrance.
He was leaning against the kitchen counter looking very handsome and dangerous. His eyes widened. I walked up and kissed him very lightly on the lips. "Mustn't smear."
He navigated us smoothly into a London cab and a ten minute ride to the restaurant. "There are a lot of these, but not many that are good and not full of tourists."
"You have a secret source of eating out information? Or you have been here before?"
"My cousin, who is getting an art history degree from NYU, spent a term here. In return for a nice dinner in Manhattan, she divulged her list. She even marked the ones it was ok to take a date to." He smiled at me.
Our conversation was easy and the food was very good. And expensive, as everything in London is.
"Does your place have a decent kitchen? If we have another date, I could try cooking for you." I gave him a flirty look.
"I still have a chance at another date?" His dark eyes bored into mine.
"I guess that depends on how this one ends, doesn't it? Are you going to take me someplace we can dance? Is that on your sister's list?"
His eyes widened again. I really was flirting with him now. I was even tingling from being around him.
"When I was at Cornell, you were bedding Darlene, and she was loving it. What happened to that?"
He gestured to the waiter for the bill and said, "Yes, we are going dancing, and yes, Darlene is history. She is married to a medical student and already pregnant." His eyes danced at mine, knowing I was thinking about Darlene bouncing from his bed to another's and getting impregnated.
As we waited for a cab, I put my arm around him and said, "Do you suppose that is an accidental baby or a planned one?"
"She's married to him, so I guess it doesn't matter. When I was going with her, we used to have sex in her bedroom at the Manhattan apartment because her folks were gone a lot. She was very open, told me I was her best lover, but not her only one."
I leaned up and kissed his ear. "She was partly nympho and partly showoff. One night she and a very big guy came back and had noisy sex with her door open. She screamed her fool head off. Made me incredibly horny."
After a long cab ride, we were dumped out in the east end of London in front of a shabby building with a bouncer in front. He said to Tony, "There's a ten pound cover for the two of you. That ok?"
We nodded and went in. I felt better when there were other women dressed as I was. I had been afraid this was going to be the tee shirt and tattoo crowd and earsplitting music. There was even a decent small table available away from the music. As a waitress moved in our direction, I said to him, "Something very light for me until we figure this out, all right?"
He got us both Black Russians and kissed my ear familiarly. "That talk about Darlene brought back some interesting memories. When we went out to clubs in Manhattan, she used to see how excited she could get me without actually screwing in public." He looked at me with a very big grin.
I felt between his legs and he was completely hard. "What are we going to do about the fact that memories of Darlene have got us both all wound up?"
He took my hand and we went out on the dance floor. This sure didn't seem like a first date. He danced well and we were like two old friends moving together in familiar ways.
He leaned down, "I'm very attracted to you, and want to spend the night with you." Then he added, "But that's pretty pushy for a first date, isn't it?"
"Yes. Very. My mother would not approve. Which of us has the better bed and the better breakfast?"
The musicians took a break and we walked back to our table. He began to talk about school, probably trying to lower the temperature a bit. "Is there a game plan for you coming here? You certainly got a boost from your Cornell prof."
"It would annoy you if I said a degree and a sugar daddy, wouldn't it?"
He was nibbling on my knuckles and said, "Yes, it would. You are very pretty and could find a rich guy, even a nice rich guy, in this town without half trying. But that's not gutsy Camille, is it?"
I reached up and pulled his long black hair and said, "Let's go. I think we need to get to know each other better. And I don't mean just in bed. Take us back to my place. I can make an American breakfast in the morning. I'm already tired of bangers and they're poison for the body."
For some reason, it was a quiet ride back across town. Camille, I said to myself, this is the craziest first date you have ever been on. You feel like you've known Tony for years. And you're all hot to have that hard cock in you. Tramp.
As we entered the flat, he said, "Don't turn on the light. I want to have some first date makeout with you. Something soft and gentle."
There was just enough illumination inside to avoid stumbling over the furniture. I stood quietly while he helped me out of my coat and nudged us in the direction of the sofa bed. He found my zipper easily and got me smoothly out of the little black dress. The bra unhooked silently and his hands covered my breasts. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and he kissed me lightly. "No smearing," he said.
I turned around and gave him my best hot, wet lover's kiss with a lot of tongue. His fingers kneaded and pinched my panty covered ass and I humped up at his hardness with my front.
I whispered in his ear, "Would you do me a special favor? Would you fuck me hard and fast like you did that slut Darlene? See if I scream like she did?" I was undressing him as fast as I could. He threw me down on the sofa on my back, pulling panties and stockings and shoes all off in one great rush.
I grabbed his cock and licked and sucked the head. "Just do me please. I'm protected. No babies in school for Camille!"
He was balls deep in me with no foreplay and no hesitation. I grunted and moaned as he pounded.
"Letting go of your anxieties and frustrations, are you Camille? Find a guy with a big hard cock and take advantage of it? I can tell no one's been in there for a while. You really need to get laid tonight, don't you? That slutty Darlene would have been coming by now. Come for me, Camille, right now!"
I gasped back at him as I shook with orgasm, "Good for nothing fucker. Think you're special, making me come because I remembered my whorish roommate?"
He flipped us over and slapped my ass. It hurt and made me come again.
