Rutwell College Chronicles: Ch. 01

Authors note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Rutwell College Chronicles:

Three Spoons of Sugar

Introduction:

Welcome to Rutwell College.

A place of learning. A steppingstone for all who enter its halls in the great journey of life.

For over two centuries, students at Rutwell have found themselves growing, stretching their limits, encouraged to try new experiences, to embark on paths they never considered before.

In these lecture halls and libraries, this haven of scholarship, the faculty find fresh minds to mould, empty vessels looking to be filled. Youth and experience coming together in creative and unexpected ways with astonishing results.

As the motto of the college says, 'Mens Aperta, Corpus Saturatum'... 'Open Mind, Sated Body'.

Before:

The wet hacking cough seemed to go on forever. It had started out as a series of breathless gasps before catching deep in the chest, the wheezing cough becoming raspier, degenerating further into a grating choking sound, bile and sputum no doubt expelled by the force of the throat clearing.

Megan Richards lifted the pillow from where she had been holding it tight against her head and spun round in her bed, black hair flying with the speed of her turn. She could see her roommate, barely, as Donna sat at the end of her own bed, her body shaking beneath a towel as she bent over a basin on the floor.

"Jesus, go see a doctor. You're sick."

"Imb finbh." Donna snorted out.

"You aren't 'finbh', you're ill and you are gonna get me sick by ignoring it. Fuck's sake, what's the big deal anyway?"

Donna lifted the towel from her head, her normally vibrant auburn hair was lank and listless, her beautiful skin had taken on a waxy appearance and the brown eyes that she turned towards her friend were red rimmed from illness and exhaustion. Megan found herself scooting back against the wall in response that belied her normal kind nature.

"I can't blee... be sick. Too mudge... fuck. Too much to do." Donna spoke as clearly as she could, wiping at her now streaming nose with the edge of the towel.

Megan resolved to stay at a hotel for the next few days at that point. Unlike her friend Donna, Megan came from money and her choosing to share a dorm room at Rutwell College was from a desire to have the complete, authentic college experience. Her father had offered her an apartment of her own but this just seemed better. Anyway, an apartment wouldn't be as close to the lecture halls as the dorms were.

She had come to Rutwell to study English Literature and although it was still her first term, she was already loving both the course, the college and her new best friend Donna... well until now. Donna had been a bit stand offish to Megan at first, perhaps because of their different upbringings. Megan's parents were wealthy Maine lawyers, Donna's parents were factory workers from Pittsburgh. Megan however hadn't let up and within two weeks they had become comfortable with each other, before the first month was out, they were all but inseparable.

Donna was studying International Relations and Political Science and as far as Megan was aware, she was on top of, in fact ahead of all her course work and requirements.

"What do you mean, too much to do?"

Donna looked like she'd swallowed a fly, Megan flinched back once more on the bed expecting her friend to begin hurling up vomit at any moment. It took a moment for the dark-haired girl to realise that the expression on Donna's face was because she felt she'd said too much and not something connected to her health.

Megan scooped a box of tissues from the top of her locker and tossed them underhand to Donna.

"Blow your nose and then spill girl." Megan said.

"Id's money." Donna started to explain after she'd tidied herself up some. Megan had moved a bit closer but was still maintaining a 'safe' distance from her friend for the moment.

"Money?" Megan queried.

"Yeah, money. It's different for me than you. My Dad isn't rich, I got three brothers who all need to go through college still. So, I..." she paused to cough into a clenched tissue for a moment, clearing her throat and sniffing loudly after.

"I gods to make... got to make, some money myself. I can't take on a really big loan, I'll never pay it off."

"So, what? You got a part time job?"

Donna shook her head and for the first time since Megan had seen her that night some colour entered her face as she blushed in embarrassment. Megan cocked her eyebrow in anticipation. Donna stalled for a heartbeat before sighing dramatically, which triggered yet another coughing fit.

Finally, she croaked out, "I got a Sugar Daddy".

It took Megan most of the next half an hour to drag all the details from Donna, the other girl's reluctance and coughing spasms slowing the process considerably.

Donna had been put onto the scheme by a friend back in Pittsburgh. She'd been loath to do it but the fees for her first year in college and the projected cost for the full span of her time in higher education convinced her to try it.

Because of her International Relations study, which included a second language, Donna had reached out for an internationally based Sugar Daddy. Partly as an aid to her study but also because she hoped that this might mean never actually having to meet face to face. That had been all well and good until her Sugar Daddy announced he would be in the US in the next two days and was expecting to meet her.

"Fuuuck!" Megan said, drawing out the word. Her brow wrinkled in concentration as she ran the situation through her mind once again.

"Yeah exagedly... exactly." Donna agreed.

"Ok, let me sum up. You got a French Sugar Daddy. He's coming here in two days, staying about a week on business and as part of the deal he's expecting you to show up as a dinner companion, to kind of hang on his arm, act like eye candy, entertain him... yeah?"

"Yeah." Donna confirmed.

"And after that this old guy, he'll cover all the fees for this year?"

"Uh-huh." Donna said before blowing her nose like a trumpet. "Except he's not an old guy, he's forty-eight."

"Donna, my dad is forty-three and trust me, he's a fossil." Megan said laughing.

The other girl fumbled in her bathrobe, removing her phone. She flicked through the gallery before handing the phone to Megan. Megan collected it, holding the possibly infected device gingerly between finger and thumb. On the screen was a picture of a handsome black male. He was bald with a stern countenance and appeared to be less than impressed with having to take a selfie of himself.

"Yep, old." Megan said, tossing the phone back. "Hang on..."

Megan trotted into the dorm rooms small bathroom, she ran a brush through her hair, splashed some water on her face to freshen up and then returned to the main room. She picked up her own phone and shot off a clutch of selfies. Megan then scrolled through them, picking the best which she then immediately sent onto Donna.

"Kay... this is what we'll do. Send him a text to explain that you are sick. It's...." Megan checked her phone quickly, "It's eight in the morning there so he should be awake. Tell him you can't meet but that I'll meet for you, send him my picture."

Donna gasped and shook her head. "No, Meg, no. I can't ask you to do that".

"That's right, you can't. Lucky for you I offered then, isn't it? Hey, we're friends and anyway, some dinner dates with a boring ass old guy talking business, it's not a big ask."

"Still..." Donna protested.

"Still my ass. Just send the message. Oh, and since I've just proved what a great friend I am, don't go getting upset when I stay away the next few days, I am not catching the plague off you." Megan finished this with a laugh, her green eyes sparkling merrily.

Megan was throwing some clothes into an overnight bag when Donna's phone pinged. Donna had crawled back into bed to lie down so her voice was muffled when she spoke to Megan.

"Wait...what? Say that again." Megan said.

Donna lifted her head up, spitting a lock of hair from her mouth. "I said he is okay with the change of plans."

"Told ya!" she replied before striking a pose, "Nobody can resist my charms." Megan laughed at her own joke and threw the last of her belongings she'd need at the hotel into the bag. She zipped it up and started walking out of the dorm room when a thought suddenly struck her. Megan turned back and tapped the end of Donna's bed with her foot. A tousled head emerged once more from beneath the covers, exhaustion adding a rolling droop to Donna's attempts to keep her head up and pointed toward Megan.

"Does he even speak English?" Megan asked the question worriedly.

First Spoon:

Two days passed. Megan hadn't returned to her dorm room since and Donna's illness had managed to rob the young woman of her voice temporarily. Now they were communicating by text alone.

Megan had been regretting her spur of the moment offer to Donna for all that time, however as her roommate's condition worsened and her texts of thanks had become more and more effusive, Megan had come to realise that there was no going back on her promise.

The evening that she was due to meet Donna's Sugar Daddy for the first time had arrived. 'Yves', she thought to herself, 'Yves Seraphin', she really needed to remember his name or she was going to end up blurting out 'Sugar Daddy' during the date.

Megan had no idea what was planned, beyond meeting him at his hotel lobby at seven o'clock. She'd opted to dress for a casual dinner date, a deep red midi dress complete with a flattering Bardot neckline.

She arrived on time, keen to make sure of a good impression for Donna's sake. However, as the clock in the lobby ticked towards ten past the hour her reluctance resurfaced along with some uncharacteristic temper. Megan stood up from the lip of the chair she'd been perched on, leather clutch bag in hand. She started to walk to the reception desk to arrange a cab when the sound of the elevator arriving at the ground floor made her pause. As Megan looked, the doors slid open to reveal Yves Seraphin inside.

He was taller than she'd imagined, fitter looking as well, cutting a formidable figure in a tailor cut dark blue suit, his white shirt opened at the collar.

"Bonjour." he said in a deep voice, striding forward. Megan tensed as he placed hands on her left elbow and right shoulder and leaned into her. She relaxed though as he merely gave her a chaste kiss on each cheek before releasing his gentle grip and stepping back.

"Apologies for my lateness, unforgivable but alas also unavoidable." he said, dark chestnut eyes sweeping across her from head to toe and back again. "I hope you were not waiting over long?"

"No, no it's fine. Just a few minutes. I'm Megan, we haven't been officially introduced. Donna sends her apologies but I think she explained the situation to you?"

"But of course." he replied, "But let's relax first before speaking further. A drink perhaps?"

"I don't drink." Megan said, "But a sparkling water would be nice."

They made their way into the hotel bar, taking a seat by a small table in the corner. A waiter hurried over to take their orders, returning with two glasses, one wine, one water. Yves sipped on his drink, shuddering slightly before returning it to the table, pushing it away from him.

"Not good?" Megan enquired as she watched his obvious distaste for the wine.

"Pardon but... piss, it is simply piss." he gave a small smile as he said it and despite the strange circumstances of their meeting Megan warmed him to slightly at that moment.

"So, Donna..." Megan said.

"Ah yes, of course, Pauvre petite. She suffers I think?"

"Yes, she's really ill otherwise she'd have been herself."

"Naturellement... naturally." he responded, "But of course now I am blessed with your company instead hmmm?"

"Uh-huh, right. Donna told me you wanted some company."

"This is excellent, so she explained all of it to you already. Then we need not delay anymore, dinner?"

"Sounds good." Megan answered getting up from the table.

The restaurant was very good and best of all, at least to Megan's way of thinking, was that it was clear across town from the college campus which considerably reduced the chances she'd be spotted by anyone she knew on a date with an older black man.

Over dinner she learned that Yves was an entrepreneur and had recently acquired a small chain of sporting good stores in France. There were a number of American sports gaining in popularity in his country, Basketball in particular. He planned on meeting with a number of recently retired basketball players from the NBA with a view to them endorsing products at his stores, possibly even playing a limited number of exhibition games. None of the players would be A listers but they would still be draws.

After desert the cab dropped them at his hotel, this confused Megan as she expected a man of his years and with his manners to bring her safe home first. Still, she opted to say nothing, not wanting to spoil the positive start they'd enjoyed. She was determined that Donna would keep her Sugar Daddy and more importantly, his money.

Back at the hotel, Yves took her hand, guiding her out of the cab and through the doors to the lobby. As he continued to lead her towards the elevator, Megan began to drag her heels which caused Yves to stop and look toward her.

"Problem?" He asked the question pointedly.

"Yeah, no. No problem, just tired is all. I'll be heading home now."

"Ah. Then I think that Donna, she was not as honest with you as you led me to believe. N'est-ce pas?"

"What do you mean? Donna, she said it was dinner dates, a way for you to unwind after work" Megan said. She didn't tug her hand free of his but she did give it an exploratory half turn. His grip on her hand was tender but tight for all that and so she remained at arm's length from him as he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose between finger and thumb.

"No, no, pardon but this was not... no, this is not the place to discuss this." He released his hold on her hand and took a step to the elevator, speaking over his shoulder as he did so. "Follow me please, I will explain in private."

Not being given much choice in the matter since he was walking away from her, Megan followed him into the elevator. She couldn't help but swallow nervously as the doors slid closed silently, confining her in this steel box with a large black irritated Frenchman.

At the door to his room, he paused as he opened up the door, giving Megan a half bow and a wave of his arm to usher her through the door first. She walked into the plush suite, coming to a nervous stop just a few yards from the door, resting her back against the wall.

"So, what's going on? Is this some sort of game because I'm not playing if it is." Megan said firmly.

"No game I assure you. Attendez... umm wait please."

He opened up a laptop, tapping away for a moment before scrolling away on the mouse attached to it.

"Where... where... ah, yes, bien. Please, come and read for yourself."

Megan walked over, curious now, and saw that it was an online chat between Yves and Donna. From the first few lines as she scanned through the text, she could see it had been from when they were establishing their 'relationship' and what each could expect from the other. She got about halfway down the screen before Megan gasped.

"Oh... oh shit."

She straightened up and saw that Yves had shrugged off his suit jacket and was in the process of removing his shoes. He met her gaze as he pulled both shoes free and stood up. Still silent he unbuttoned his shirt, watching Megan as she watched him. The shirt came free to reveal a toned powerful torso. He might have been fast approaching fifty years of age but his body was that of a man twenty years his junior. Megan still saw him as old, so old, but she couldn't deny a certain level of excitement. There was something incredibly kinky, taboo even about this whole situation. That said, if Donna had been here right now, she'd have scratched her eyes out!

Her roommate, her brand new BFF had forgotten to mention that she had promised far more than her company at dinner. Donna had agreed to give Yves full access to her body, to have sex with him when they would eventually meet. No doubt she'd hoped the situation would never arise but it had and now it was Megan who would be forced to meet that commitment or be the cause of Donna dropping out of college.

"And it's exactly what she deserves as well for doing this to me." Megan muttered.

Yves rested his hands on belt buckle, pausing in the act of opening it. "So... now you know."

"Now I know." Megan replied.

"What it is to be? Is Donna not prepared to fulfil her agreement? Are you her... forgive me, my English... are you her deputy in this, or no? If you are, am I your Sugar Daddy, or no?"

Megan shook her head, exhaling through her nose as she did. She walked towards him, her hands brushing his away from his belt.

"Let me get that for you."

'I'm not a slut.' Megan thought to herself as her fingers tussled with the unfamiliar belt, pulling it open. Her hands moved on to open the button waist and the zipper in front.

It wasn't like she'd instigated this whole scenario, if anyone was to be labelled as a slut then it'd have to be Donna. All Megan was doing was helping a friend out, helping her stay in college. And beside Donna had entered into a contract of sorts with Yves, wouldn't Megan's own father who dealt in corporate law approve of his daughter enabling a contract to fruition?

Then there was the whole uniqueness of the encounter. College was all about exploration and new experiences. How often would she, would anyone, find themselves in a hotel room with an exotic, rich, older Frenchman? To walk away would have been to turn her back on a possible once in a lifetime phenomenon.

'I'm not a slut.' she repeated to herself, her own reasonings and rationales seeming pale and insubstantial even to herself.

Megan pulled his pants to the floor, moving down in tandem with them. Now on her knee's, she unlaced and pulled his shoes free before easing each of his feet out of his trousers.

She stood back up, turning her back to him in invitation. Megan shivered as Yves fingers brushed her bare skin, working the zip at the back of her dress down the length of her torso before sliding the garment off of her shoulders so that it tumbled down in a flood of red, jumbling onto the ground.

He slid his powerful arms around her waist, hands resting on her flat stomach. Megan could feel his hardness pressing against her skin as he pulled her close to himself, soft full lips kissing her shoulder and the side of her neck. A hand stole down, thick fingers grazing at first then pressing with intent against the small panel of silk at the front of her panties. His continued kisses felt like brief fleeting sources of respite to the burning sensation that suffused her skin. It felt like she'd caught the same fever as Donna except that wasn't it at all. The hard nipples atop her small firm breasts and the growing liquid fire in her pussy told her that. She wasn't sick, just horny!

Yves fingers thrust the thin protection of her panties aside, gliding across her shaved crotch, teasing her clit. One long finger stroked along the lips, parting them deftly and sliding for a brief, oh too brief, moment inside her. It emerged slick and, as if he were an artist like Monet and Cezanne, Yves used this wet finger to liberally 'paint' her clit with the nectar it had scooped from her pussy.