My penis is now hard and she senses this, her buttock pushes against me, rotating gently. We pleasure each other for a few seconds. Then the next stop... a rush of bodies and she is gone. I get off at the next stop, checking my mobile for the next message, full of anticipation (and lust). Three hours later and a bleep from my mobile indicates a text had arrived. It was from Bunty. "Prince Charles Cinema, Soho, 1.30, screen 1 r20". I made my way to the cinema getting there just before 1.30, I paid. Confused by his actions, I tried to decide why he was sitting there with me. I was used to sitting on the sidelines. Luke was generally the center of attention. Must be the Chrissy situation, I decided.We spent several hours sitting by the fire, talking quietly and getting to know each other again. Luke talked about UCLA and his hopes for Stanford Law. I told him about Penn State and the graphic arts degree I was working on. We joked around and laughed at the others getting drunk. Eventually,. ."#2: "I've got a lot to learn about females, don't I?"#2, #3: #3: "Carol, how come you don't like smart guys? And given that I'm doing so well at school, doesn't that contradict your liking me now? That doesn't seem logically consistent to me."They laughed again. Confirming that my being smart is only restricted to schoolwork.Carol eventually answered, "Smart guys are usually either socially nervous or arrogant about their intelligence. I like people I can honestly respect. A nervous guy. "That's not what you said last night," Tess said.It was just a throwaway line. Tess seldom missed an opportunity for suggestive banter. Nobody had actually swallowed anything, 'last night.'"You and your gags!" I retorted."I didn't gag -- even once!" Tess retorted instantly. "Who would gag on that little thing!"I'm not sure Kim was following this rapid-fire round of sexually charged mock-insults, but it wasn't the sort of exchange that one could stop and explain. Anyway (as Tess well knew) once.