Foreword
"So why be so uptight? Can't you just forget all those things, real or imagined, which are holding you back from, doing what you really want to do? I mean, if eating out is your thing, then do it!"
That was Ginnie Rodger's philosophy. As for Dale and Laura Drake, it was a lesson in table manners they never learned at home. The college scene had come a long way since the stodgy fraternity-sorority days of Professor
Drake's alma mater. On the swinging co-ed campus of Pompeyo College, sucking had almost replaced rucking and panty-raids were absolutely dullsville. It was an "anything goes" atmosphere, dominated by the young set's habitual of heavy "eating out."
Though it was Ginnie's first year at the swinging West Coast campus, it didn't take the hot and hungry blonde long to learn her "P's and Q's"-pricks and quims! After all, her roommate, Dianne, was quite willing to share everything-^even her strong-bodied Indian lover, John, as well as her experiences in dorm after hours scenes. And the two girls had many long and short snacks together and in company.
Then there was Susan, the red-headed art department secretary, who was into just about everybody's pants-and panties. She taught Ginnie a new twist in spicy cunnilingus. But it wasn't until Ginnie moved in on Dale Drake that her scene really picked up exotic flavorings.
It was Dale's first year, too. The professor found that he'd best become a student if he really wanted to be in on the new recipes at Pompeyo. After all, most of his fellow faculty were professional tasters, and made no pretenses of being else. There were some broken eggs, at first. But Susan, then Ginnie, helped him to make a proper omelet. In short order, he was graduating to crepe-suzettes-and liking it.
For the lusciously stacked Laura Drake, it wasn't so easy at first, either. The deep urges which had been deadened for so long by marriage began to curdle and surface. Her first attempt at extra-curricular eating was only intensified by the inevitable conflict Ridden with guilt, she built up great frustrations over her seeming lack of ability. Then came her first real exam-an "anything goes" party, and she realized how much she was a woman, and how little she really needed to fear those first egg shells.
After Laura found that Jean proved to be a gourmet and a willing teacher, she progressed where she had never hoped to boil water without burning it.
But, it was Ginnie's idea to plug the ancient generation gap with the world's oldest and youngest subject-sex. It brought all of them together-students, teachers, straights, crookeds, AC-DC's-and proved once more that the generation gap is an academic question.