Chapter 7

"Well, our young poet has been the talk of the campus since he returned from that long weekend of his," Dr. Peter Grover said to his wife over cocktails.

"Abby seems to have changed, too. I really can't understand it. They seemed so stable, so inhibited before."

"Especially for a poet," Grover acknowledged. "But all that's changed. Rumors are going around that he's been servicing the coeds in Creative Writing 101."

"I understand there are a few in Creative Writing 301 as well," Linda replied.

"I wouldn't dispute it."

"Abby apparently has been doing some extracurricular work herself. They say she's made some friends in the philosophy department."

"An attractive woman, Abby," Dr. Grover said. "I'm looking forward to seeing both of them at their party tonight. Particularly looking forward to seeing Abby."

"Yes, and I'm particularly looking forward to seeing Mike."

"Well, in that case well both probably enjoy ourselves, that is, if the rumors are true."

"Rumors are always true," Linda Grover said.

The head of the English department and his wife arrived at the Dalko house on campus at approximately nine o'clock. Abby was radiant as she greeted them at the door dressed in a low-cut cocktail dress, and Mike was jovial as he served drinks at the bar. Peter and Linda Grover considered this a normal state of affairs, but even though they were liberal types, they were nonetheless surprised to find twenty students from Mike's creative writing classes sitting around naked in the living room listening to classical music as they smoked marijuana cigarettes. Even more surprising was that several male members of the philosophy department had joined the others in their nudity.

Abby did the introductions of the Grovers to the students, and then leaving Linda with Mike, guided Pete upstairs to her bedroom.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," she said. "This is a costume party. Everyone decided to come naked. I hope you have no hang-ups on that score."

"Certainly not. I enjoy being naked, especially in a well-heated room."

"You know, I still remember that night you made a pass at me. I think it might be nice if we screwed before going downstairs."

An appreciative smile formed on Pete Grover's thin lips as he watched Abby slipping down the straps of her dress and reaching around behind for the zipper. It was about time the Dalkos got into the swing of things on campus, he thought. Of course, they might have gone a bit too far inviting students, but what the hell. The more the merrier. Previously all swinging activities had been confined to faculty members by the unwritten ukase of the college president. But it was the obligation of intellectuals to set out in new directions, and this was exactly what the Dalkos had done.

In a moment they had both stripped away their clothes and Abby led him to the bed.

"Ummmh," she murmured. I'm going to enjoy this. I've been waiting a long time."

"That little vacation you took must have done wonders," Pete commented.

"Yes, it was good to get away for awhile. But let's not get into analyzing things."

"As you wish."

Abby laced her arms around the professor's neck and locked her mouth tightly against his, her tongue wiggling into the warm depths of his mouth. She could feel his penis hardening between his legs and eagerly reached down between their bodies to circle her fingers around it. It certainly wasn't as large and hard as Russ's had been, but it was growing stiffer by the second. She closed her thighs around it, enveloping it in the soft folds of her flesh.

"It's a shame we didn't do this before."

"There's no time for regrets," Pete Grover said. "The important thing is that we're doing it now. You've certainly changed a lot. I didn't think you two would ever come around."

"Mike and I came to an agreement," Abby said. "Ever since he came here to teach, he's been feeling, well, bored. And when we went up to Maine we had some experiences that changed our lives. We decided we're going to enjoy ourselves from now on."

Pete Grover chuckled.

"I see you've come to the same agreement that Linda and I came to some years ago.

Teaching at a small college can be an ideal existence, but it can also be awfully boring. In fact, perhaps it's too ideal. There are no worries once you've achieved tenure; you can circulate in a closed community of your peers, but then there's a real lack of stimulation. Unless of course, you've found your own stimulations."

"Stimulate me, Dr. Grover," Abby said.