Take Tilly back to her parents

"I could enjoy this all day," you tell the young woman licking your scrotum, "but I think we'd better get back to your parents."

She nods and, with a final kiss to the tip of your flaccid prick, rises gracefully to her feet.

"Thanks for that, Jack," she says with a beaming smile. "It was really great!"

"You don't have to sound so surprised," you reply in mock offence, which causes an expression of anxiety to cross her face momentarily, until she realizes from your grin that you're joking.

"Oh, no, it's just most of the sex I have is tipping. This is much better."

She dons the clothing she shed earlier with the efficiency of one used to stripping for punishment and then speedily dressing afterwards, finishing before you, even though you'd not bothered to get completely naked for the tryst. Leaving your room, she slips her arm through yours again, the closeness of her generous body almost making you wish you'd spent a bit longer revelling in her ministrations, but you push the thought out of your mind and make small talk about the changes to the college since she graduated, until you get back to front quad.

The Duffys are already waiting, so when Tilly tries to accelerate her pace, you follow her lead. They're understandably impatient to see whether you've persuaded their daughter to accept her promotion, although you're confident she remains unaware of the reason for their eagerness to meet up again.

"Hi," she greets her parents and sister with a wave from a few paces away. By the time they've returned the greeting, you're all standing together.

"Well, did you have a good time?" Carol Duffy can barely keep the anticipation out of her voice when she asks the innocent question.

"Oh, yes, Mum, it was so good to see duh-Sharon Blake again. She remembered me straight away."

"Well, of course she did," Art interjects, causing a ripple of slightly-**** mirth from his womenfolk. Before he can give the game away, you intervene.

"Actually, Tilly has something to tell you, don't you?"

"Um, yes." She looks from you to her parents, then continues. "I…was talking to Jack about the promotion and my reasons for wanting to defer it and I realized, basically, that it wasn't going to be as bad as I thought initially and, um, I decided you were right in the first place and I should take the job. Oh!"

The last exclamation is a result of both mum and dad hugging their baby girl and congratulating her. Cynthia smiles at you with the self-consciousness of one embarrassed by her family, but you're happy to wait for the euphoria to pass.

"We must have lunch to celebrate," Carol announces, when her elder girl finally manages to wriggle out of the crushing three-way embrace. "Won't you join us, Jack?"