The alarm went off, buzzing insistently, and I reached past Sarah to silence it. "Another five minutes...?"
Sarah leaned over to kiss me. "Sorry... The partners are pretty strict about office hours, and I have another really good property being listed today."
She sighed. "I don't suppose I'll get lucky again, close a deal straight away like with you two."
I tilted my head. "You never know."
Sarah got out of bed, heading for the en suite, and as always my eyes followed, lingering on her bottom. Even though she and Beth had made very sure to satisfy me the previous night, I couldn't help looking forward to the end of the day, and wondering if Sarah's tastes might be expanded to include something that even Beth and I had only tried once.
I felt Beth's arms around me. "Having wicked thoughts, love?"
I turned to kiss her. "Is that a problem?"
She grinned. "Are you kidding? I thought I was going to faint, what you and Sarah came up with last night. I wouldn't miss that for anything - if you want to tempt her to take a bigger bite of the apple, that's fine by me."
Sarah reappeared, towelling her hair dry, and Beth leaned back against me as we watched her dress. "Maybe one day you should wear your Victoria's Secret stuff under your office outfit, just for fun," Beth suggested.
Sarah threw her an amused look. "You just want me to feel that silk touching me all day, so that I'll drag you both into bed the moment I get home."
"You saw through my plan," Beth conceded, laughing.
Sarah finished dressing, and stepped into her smart heels. "Mm, Tim, my feet feel amazing."
I smiled. "I'll massage them again tonight, if you like."
I felt Beth pinch me playfully. "You can do mine, too."
Sarah walked over to kiss Beth, then me. "Hope your first day goes well. I'm cooking again, right? I'll pick a couple of things up at the supermarket on the way home."
We listened to her footsteps going down the stairs, then the front door opening and closing, the Mini's engine starting. "Come on, then," Beth nudged me. "Sarah may not want breakfast this early, but I certainly do."
We went down to the kitchen, and I made toast while Beth found bowls, cereal. "Oops, what about sandwiches?" I queried. "I meant to make them last night, but..."
Beth shook her head. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you forgot on purpose," she grinned. "But we had something else on our minds, didn't we. OK, go to the cafΓ© for lunch."
We finished breakfast, and went back upstairs to shower. "Mm," Beth murmured as I cupped her breasts with soapy hands. "But we really, really can't miss our first lectures."
Finally we were ready, and I closed the front door, making sure it was locked. "Want to drive?" I offered, and Beth nodded, holding her hand out for the keys.
We drove into town, and Beth stopped outside the turreted lodge, getting a distinctly chilly look from a bowler-hatted porter. "OK, I'm going," she grumbled, but she smiled against my lips as I leaned through the car window to kiss her. "See you later."
I watched the car out of sight, then nodded to the porter as I made my way through the lodge and into the grassy quadrangle. "Room G-14," I repeated under my breath, puzzling at the signs on the tall brass-handled doors.
My first lecture was much as I'd expected, mostly practicalities - timetable, lab sessions, deadlines - but I took careful notes, determined not to miss anything. I glanced round at my fellow students, but only one of them, blue-haired and with piercings here and there, struck me as of any interest.
When the lecture was over, I found my way to the college cafΓ©, queuing for what looked like quite an appetising meal. The dining area was set out in rows of long tables, the lighting dim, and I found a seat by myself to eat.
When I'd finished, I glanced at my watch, remembering that I was supposed to meet my tutor at two o'clock. I took my tray to the rack, and again puzzled my way through the college's confusing layout to my tutor's room. "Ah, Mr Oakes," she nodded as I came through the door. "Practicalities first. Are you settling in, how's your accommodation?"
"Actually my fiancΓ©e and I have bought a house. Out on the Edgington road, by itself, maybe you know it?"
"Ah, yes, The Grove." Professor Murphy steepled her fingers. "There's quite a story associated with that place. But that's for another day."
She turned over papers on her desk. "So you'll have a group tutorial with me every week. And you and I will see one another every fortnight. I'll expect an original and creative contribution from you at each session."
Inevitably my mind threw up an alternative meaning for her words, and to my surprise I found myself distracted by something entirely other than her academic reputation. She was comparatively young to be a full professor - if I had to guess, I'd say in her mid forties - though her clothes were understandably conservative. But her skin when she reached for her pen was smooth, firm, and I couldn't help wondering if it was the same elsewhere, concealed by her buttoned-up blouse...