Angela At University Pt 04

I love writing about Professor Jud and her brilliant partner Angie. I feel excited writing about them. They are partly fictional and inhabit a real Cambridge particularly Girton College and the Classics Department.

Angela has now reached her final year as a graduate; Professor Jud has moved to the the new home although Angie still has a study bedroom at the top of Girton College. I love receiving emails from readers but have turned off comments due to trolling on some of my works.

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Angie had been working hard in Autumn term although she had been ahead of her peers on both degrees. Professor Jud had enjoyed financial success with her latest book and after investing in a mortgage free barn conversion and garden with paddocks she had been excited that her savings had been exhausted but her property valuation had earned a very healthy return on her savings and revenue from her books. Angie's investment in the property although modest meant her share of the valuation had delighted her financial advisers in London. Jud had hopes that she could achieve a first in the summer and had patiently waited to propose marriage. They were in love with each other. Their time in the new home and the potential of their garden and inviting guests to stay in the two spare bedrooms made this a loving warm friendly place to work and live. They didn't possess a television preferring to amuse themselves with their bodies!

In their life as agents they had become skilled in shooting and now had a safe room and armoury in the new house designed by the service. Angie had been to "The doughnut" at Cheltenham and had been commissioned with designing puzzles for GCHQ to release at Christmas and for their school projects to identify the best and brightest brains to join the service by University recruitment. She was debt free her payment for tuition fees paid for her graduate course and her crossword writing was a lucrative freelance journalist income. She had learned to drive and passed her test so began to ponder a car of her own. The land and house had been designated by the service;it didn't appear on maps and they were not troubled about licence fees for their non existent TV. Technically a "safe house" for the service it was never put to use as such but the site was monitored by CCTV in the service control room for external safety.

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The Russians had been detected boarding a Hurtigruten ferry in Norway. They were monitored as they travelled by sea to the United Kingdom. In a a briefcase they carried a wrapped perfume bottle and a mist spray marked "Tester" in English. Prepared at an Institute in Moscow the briefcase was to provide two high ranking assassins with means to target two Russian defectors now in British protection.

Followed as they entered the UK travelling by train to Peterborough and then to Cambridge a co-ordinated plan allowed their movements to be followed and teams of special forces, intelligence services scientific teams from Porton Down and local armed police, fire and rescue to execute the rehearsed plan for bio chemical attack.

Lessons had been learned from the Skripal Salisbury poisoning. The Home Secretary authorised the patrol of concealed special forces snipers in the field observation posts to use lethal fire against the agents.

The safe house had been evacuated and rigged with two bedroom "bodies", computerised to snore move and breathe realistically and covered by bio hazard material to absorb any toxins administered. In the darkness of the two bedrooms under two protective shields within wardrobes wearing full combat and protective clothing were two local agents authorised to fire with lethal force should the Russians enter the bedrooms armed with toxins.

The Russians entered the lane to the farm buildings watched by night vision CCTV and the special forces observation posts. In the darkness of the lane they donned masks and respirators and then hid the metal sealed briefcase after removing the two attack containers of nerve agent. They tested their headsets and moved slowly to their target. A sequence of lighting switching on and gave the the impression that the occupants were in bed and all lights turned out. They passed through the sniper killing field and approached the house so as not to trigger the door lights. They swiftly disarmed the lighting system and slipped into the patio door left unlocked. They crept to the stairs and heard the sound of snoring from one bedroom. They slipped open the doors to the bedrooms.

"Go Go Go"

Angie had good vision from her shield and fired as the Russian moved to spray what he believed was his sleeping figure. Killed instantly by her bullet to the forehead she used her throat mike to report her victim down and no toxin released.

In the next bedroom Jud had the same result. The local armed police had sealed the lane after vehicles entered the farm yard, The Farm House holiday let emptied out Bio Hazard clothed scientists, Police SOCOs and the team which would remove two bodies in concrete and steel waterproof disposal pods sealed by marine cement sealant. The bodies were removed fingerprinted and photographed certified dead and stripped and encased in their marine disposal pods and moved to the Suffolk coast to enter the North sea designated wreck area and be sunk in several hundred metres of water.

The bedrooms were tested and cleared then Angela and Jud were guided to the barn as both patio doors were removed and replaced. The couple were passed through a bio materials scan then in private cubicles stripped naked and passed through a laser scan and then decontamination shower before donning white paper suits and entering the 22 degrees heat of the vehicle which transported them back to their own base at the Science Park. They were reunited in the shower room and smothered themselves in their own shampoo and body wash. There were two showers but Angela dragged Jud into one shower cubicle.

"I was so wet in that paper suit for you" they whispered in unison. They often thought alike and spoke in unison dissolving in giggles each time it happened. It was their prelude to sex as soon as they had privacy.

After climactic mutual orgasms they dried each other and dressed and fixed hair and lippy.

Their debriefing was brief and the whole team were happy with the result of the operation. Four Russian "sleeper" agents had been picked up in the city identified on their visits to the lane to observe the safe house. They would be detained and charged as spies and with conspiracy to murder.

Jen drove the pair back to their home noting the security patrol in their garden. They had armed the exterior security hoping the local fox didn't trigger it. The fox had left mortal life some hours previously shot by the hidden patrol around the house. The service protected their absence on operations.

They relaxed with hot chocolate from their Velvetiser and snuggled passionately as a prelude to Angie carrying Jud to bed. They loved to undress each other and stroke each others skin and begin to relax and explore each other. They were tired but sexually aroused and both reached mutual orgasms scissoring against the latex dental dam. It was Angie who reached for the make up wipe to gently remove Jud's lippy and facially cleanse her. Jud then in turn removed Angie's make up. The intimacy of this exchange aroused both of them. They snuggled warm in the cold night outside in the late Autumn mist from the Fens. They soon slept.

Next morning the Russian Ambassador was summoned to the Foreign Office and discovered that he was persona non grata and all Russians employed in the embassy were to be expelled. Copies of the two agents passports were given to him. The nerve agent had been found and a second photograph of the briefcase and discarded wrapping paper in the foam interion liners caused his face to fall.

"I must ask for return of these men's bodies so that they may be repatriated to Mother Russia."

"Denied. The nerve agent contamination was too high to return remains. in the same way as you dispose of your soldiers in Ukraine their bodies have been disposed of. You have 24 hours to return to Russian Federation. The international team is at work examining the nerve agent-already identified as Novichok and prepared at the Institute in Moscow. There are fingerprints identifying two of your scientists at the institute within the briefcase. Your embassy will be closed to staff and employees until further notice. This is the decision of H. M. Government and you cannot realistically expect to re-open an Embassy for years."

"I must protest."

"Your country will find that an attack for a second time on the United Kingdom will not permit entry to any Russian Federation citizen, Our ambassador and British colleagues have left your country. Now you will leave ours. This meeting is over."

He was lead away by armed police and placed in a Metropolitan police vehicle to return to the Kensington Embassy where he was escorted by foot into the building.

Similar returns of Ambassadors from countries used by the Russians to reach the UK were taking place.

An explosion in Moscow caused the destruction of the Institute building at about the same time; the work of Chechens told of the poison attack in the UK. The Chechens had planned the attack for months and had an employee of the institute arm the bomb.

The TV channels were full of news of the Russian Federation attack on British citizens and the closure of embassies in Western Europe. No statement was available that weekend from the Kremlin. The Russian Ambassador had removed all nerve agent from the Embassy. As luggage was scanned before the Russians boarded an Antonov aircraft two attack briefcases were noted in the ambassador's luggage. The flight took off and declared an emergency on entering Russian airspace. Nerve agent had leaked in the passenger cabin. The aircraft landed as an emergency and the flight deck was evacuated. Bio hazard suited figures appeared on satellite images and there were no survivors in the passenger cabin of the giant airliner.

The Kremlin remained silent on the flight and only a denial in the United Nations was issued. The aircraft decayed over years in a corner of an emergency landing strip.

In their Fenland home Jud and Angie were both at work on either side of their desk as though they had spent the night in domestic sexual bliss.

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The couple spoke in Greek, Jud reflected on how excellent Angie's knowledge of Ancient texts and language had become. She marvelled at the younger woman's intellect just as much as she tingled with sexual excitement for Angie's body. Jud had little teaching with her as Angie was preparing thoroughly for her finals in Greek and in the New Year her Latin finals. All indications from the English Faculty were of exceptional results. Angie was regarded as an brilliant woman and there was already discussion of offering her a Classics PHD year. Jud was amazed at the way Angie had begun to to write her PHD thesis already!

The occasional conversation between their academic work reflected the news of the closure of the Russian Embassy and the statement to the House of Commons that lunchtime on the failed assassination attempt using nerve agent and the arrest of a Cambridge spy ring.

At lunch at Girton the women watched TV for the Prime Minister's statement to the house. The link of fingerprints of two Russian scientists at the Moscow institute to the nerve agent carried to Britain was causing consternation in Moscow. To add to the problems the bomb attack had released nerve agents and the evacuation of a whole district of the Russian capital. Birds in this district had died and the toxins were known to kill plants and trees. The Communist Party had a crisis of it's own making.

Still tired they drove home and recharged the car from their own electricity production.

Jud spoke first in Greek and embracing Angie asked how she was. Wet and tingling came the reply and they slipped into Angie's bed naked and use a double ended dildo to satisfy their lust for each other. "just a quickie Jud I have work to finish."

Jud had to smile as her young partner left the bedroom. Jud held the warm end of the dildo and came again at her excitement for her beloved Angie. She had to wait though until she could propose. Jud was totally committed to life shared with Angie.

The winter came and Professor Jud's Polar Express at Audley End miniature railway had been so praised by Classics students that Girton wanted to hire a coach and join in. The railway were very happy to have a request for so many students to come one afternoon and evening. Jud could feel Angie's excitement growing for the trip. She wanted to propose at some point in the Christmas holiday and found that two academic lesbian partners were planning to marry next summer. Jud had booked a Station House at the north Yorkshire Moors Railway which she hoped would be a honeymoon for Angie and her two friends who were keen for a double wedding at a local Register Office en route to Yorkshire. Jud had met their new service contact and the Professor at Wicken Fen so that all knew of her plans. The Professor would clear any raised eyebrows about Jud's marrying her student.

"It happens all the time these days and won't be a problem for the University. I will ensure that".

"The service has no problem; you may well be honoured in due course for the Russian business. Professor you are protecting our most brilliant asset. Angela is spending time in the language lab learning Russian and we will if possible reduce her workload to help her to graduate. The round up of Russian sleeper cells like the one in Great Yarmouth continues so we may need you both. Moscow and Beijing are wary of any agents operation in Cambridge or Oxford and Moscow is frankly in a mess literally and in terms of personnel and political direction. Oh Angela's Christmas puzzle took me quite a while to solve. But she catches me out in crossword clues too!"

Jud replied "You know she writes Greek crosswords that are accepted for publication! My Athens university colleagues are equally challenged they tell me!"

The trio knew the brilliant mind at work at Girton and in the service.

"She is so cryptic and humorous when you discover the solution; Jud you have the best student of her generation. You are lucky to have such an excellent person to tutor. I do hope the Classics faculty will employ her as lecturer. Cambridge needs her talent, as indeed does the service and we are to discuss with her a contract after Finals."

Jud informed them that she was applying for a PHD in the Classics faculty and she would likely have to supervise the PHD as the expert in Greek female clothing over centuries.

"Oh lord I can imagine the cryptic clues that will give rise too; naked breasts were involved I believe."

Jud corrected "Veiled naked breasts. I suggest you brush up on your Greek!"

Their new contact smiled and whispered "My wife has developed an enthusiasm for Greek sculpture - there are coffee table books galore." Jud's instinctive feeling had been correct about her then. Jud winked in return. She relaxed in knowledge another queer married woman was in the service.

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The couple had decided that for last student day they would travel by car. Audley End was simple to reach via the motorway and past the Vet School they could see the junction.

"I am wearing thermals over my silk shorts and those service Artic socks are doing the job." Angie was ecstatic about this trip and going home with Jud, They hadn't seen each other apart from the end of term Group Tutorial and both knew that term over they were horny for sex with each other. Angie would enjoy a restaurant meal and then a long passionate night of naked showering and prolonged sex together. She would write her letter to Santa and wish for an engagement ring; she so wanted Jud to ask her as well as satisfy her lust for Jud.

Jud was concentrating hard on the traffic and low winter sun but was longing to ask Angie but felt that a crowded Varsity crew wasn't conducive. But Audley End's woodlands and a quiet walk might work. Jud carried the band in her pocket.

They arrived before the coaches and mini vans and Jud had met the Railway team. There was a happy excited throng of departing families heading home clutching soft toys and the car park was emptying. The Varsity tickets would soon occupy the trains running every 15 minutes.

The coaches pulled in and Jud with her Santa's helper red hat held the ticket issue. The merry students received their tickets and headed around the food and drink area and headed for the story telling tent. For them this was a chance to unwind together and be children again for a couple of hours. Jud could see Angie was aroused as well as emotionally high. They were due to ride their train in an hour but both watched the steam train arrive and take on water from the water tower. They had a mutual passion for heritage steam and the miniature service fascinated them. The families waved as the train chuffed past them over the level crossing. Angie beamed at Jud "I would like us to go for a private walk if we can get away from the crowd?"

Jud tingled with wet and nervous excitement and they slipped quietly into the darkness and sought the light of the woodland soft toy displays lit up for the train passengers to view. Jud asked Angie to marry her; Angie excitedly accepted "Wait until I get you home Jud you sexy minx and soon to be wife!" They discreetly wandered back but both would always treasure the memory of this moment. Jud gave Angie a perfectly discreet ring which remained covered by inner and outer gloves for her time at Audley End. Jud's ring was on Angie's bedroom pillow awaiting her return.

The evening was a huge success for the railway with crowds of student mopping up mulled wine and food and loving the fun of meeting Father Christmas. It was just the fun everyone needed and the start of Christmas. The elves in the woodland Post Office were kept busy and Santa received over two hundred letters from the happy group!

The fairground carousel organ pumped out tunes as Jud had negotiated a price for everyone to ride before the coaches loaded and headed back to Cambridge, unloading at Cambridge station and coach station luggage and travelling students. You just knew the cases contained washing!

Jud was extremely popular across the University. A few days earlier she had stood to read a lesson in the beauty of King's College chapel for the traditional service of lessons and Carols. Her voice had rung out to the worldwide radio audience on Christmas Eve and to the TV audience in the candlelight she had looked radiant. Her inbox was flooded with cards and warm messages. Her email inbox had so many animated Christmas cards from students now working around the world. Jud would never forget the love and warmth she felt this special day. She felt quite emotional but Angie quietly reflected how earlier Christmases had been so unhappy for each of them. Both had no contact with family who had rejected them for their sexuality or in Angie's case a controlling coercive despicable father.

"Jud my love, thank you for making me so happy. I loved seeing you give that lesson at King's you looked so beautiful in the candlelight and the choir voices and music were something I've never seen or heard before."

Her eyes were watering and she fought hard not to sob with her happiness, Jud had felt something during the service. Angie had been moved by the chapel candlelight and the glorious choir and organ. She loved Angie and she loved Cambridge. This Christmas was perfect for them and she had taken Angie out into the starlit winter night and proposed marriage to her.