Chapter 8
The fact that Lucy left the school dampened Roseann's spirits a bit, but she was very resilient, and threw herself into her other interests. She increased her lending library with a new shipment from her brother, and since the girls were beginning to become a bit more particular, she began to take reservations for the more popular books.
The fee for the rental of the books went to a quarter per book. Some of the girls balked, but they quickly paid the money to get their hands on the novels and case study books.
Roseann had managed another French deck, and she rented that out at one dollar per viewing. Her reasoning was that it was a risk on her part, and "that it was an expensive set of pictures. There were not as many takers on the pictures at first, since most of the girls were embarrassed by the frankness of the shots. Very soon, however, the pictures had a longer waiting list than the books.
The faculty was aware, unofficially, of Roseann's activities, but when they tried to speak with her casually about the enterprises, she would usually charm them so that they forgot they were supposed to be reprimanding her. She became very friendly with the administrators of the school, and very soon, she had gotten herself elected to almost every committee that the school had.
The big event about this time of year was a show and a luncheon that the junior class put on for the seniors. It was usually a mixture of some jokes about the teachers in the school, or anything that went on during the school year that was of laughable value.
Roseann managed to get herself elected as the chairman of the event. She said that she would take care of the entertainment. She planned the entire event, and gave different duties to those girls she trusted. It was to be a surprise to the senior class and she wanted to insure that it was.
Roseann was thrilled with her new position at the school. It fit her personality very well. She enjoyed the sense of power. Her sense of humor was enlarged and she got the opportunity to use her talents in every way.
The last few months had been particularly interesting for her. She had developed a relationship with Mark Henner and Guy Welger that was very satisfactory. She saw one of them almost every day, and sometimes, both of them on the same day. The day that she finally made it with the athletic coach had been a very good day for her.
Roseann managed to get free during the school day to take care of her personal affairs. She would be involved with something in the school office during some class that she was not particularly excited about. Usually, she stepped out on her history class. She liked the teacher, but he seemed too serious for her, and it was of little use to pitch in a place where there were no possibility of a home run.
This one day, Roseann had managed to get a pass to be excused from history and walked along to see what mischief she could get into. It was just after lunch and she spotted Guy
Welger walking along to the gym area.
She had not been able to get back to him since their first encounter on the grounds, and Roseann was anxious to do so. She smiled and called to him now, making sure that he noticed the way she had her blazer open to show her chest.
"Hello Mr. Welger. I'm so glad to see you. I have thought about you ever since that day."
Almost immediately, Welger began to leer at her. His memory was rather good about that day, she concluded.
"Are you on your way to class?"
"No, I work out at this time of the day."
"Oh, really? May I watch? I don't have a class this period."
She followed him into the gym, and watched him strip down to his gym shirt and his shorts. They were like track shorts, and the legs were very wide. Every time he moved, she made an effort to look up the legs. She smiled as he caught her doing so, and the discovery of her naughty activity seemed to throw him into a state of excitement.
As he used the chinning bar and then the parallel bars and the ropes, Roseann remarked on how wonderful he looked.
"Oh, I don't think that I have ever seen such muscles. All over you."
She said that as he was swinging on the ropes. He almost lost his grip and made a clumsy descent. His crotch was getting in the way. It was swollen.
Roseann decided that it was no fun to beat around the bush. She went over to him and put her hand on his bulge. He moaned and started to breathe hard.
"Look, why don't we get acquainted. I've wanted to fuck with you since I met you."
Guy stumbled to the gym door and locked it. Roseann was following him, and was on his heels as he opened the door to the equipment room. Roseann looked around and all she saw was the athletic equipment. There didn't seem to be much more.
"This is the only place that's safe during the school day."
As he spoke, he pushed the iron stand in front of the door so that it could not be opened. Roseann was amused watching him move into action. It was apparent that he had done this before. So much the better, he wouldn't be awkward about it.
Before she could say anything, he had spread a mat on the floor. It was only a three foot space, but Roseann guessed that it worked. Before her eyes, Guy Welger got on the mat and stripped out of his shorts and his jock strap.
What Roseann saw before her delighted her.
He had an enormous cock. It was standing up almost straight and she couldn't help putting her hand on it almost immediately. She squeezed it and then, bent and put her tongue on it.
Guy shuddered with pleasure as her tongue hit his cock, and grabbed her head to keep her there. Roseann opened her mouth and swallowed all of the giant prick that she could, grabbing his balls in her hands. She was delighted with this discovery. It was more than she expected.
Roseann liked the taste of a man. She sucked on his prick, but she didn't want to get him off this way. She felt like a good lay, and she didn't want to take any chances on losing it.
She tried to take her mouth away, but he was lost in the feelings he was experiencing from her sucking. So, instead of fighting with him, she raised her hands and grabbed quickly at his waist.
Guy started and yelled out.
"Hey, don't do that to me! I'm ticklish."
Roseann, however had succeeded in freeing herself from his grasp.
"Look. When I said that I wanted to fuck with you, that is just what I meant. Not suck. I was just being friendly, that's all."
While she spoke, she removed her panties, and put them on the iron block. She positioned herself on the dusty mat and waited for Guy to get on top of her. It was then that she noticed how filthy the mat was.
"What the hell is this thing?"
"I don't know. It's been here forever."
"It must be an old horse blanket, complete with the fleas."
Roseann got up hurriedly and moved away from it. It was too dirty to lie on. She looked around, but there wasn't much room in this tiny place. She wanted to get it, and time was running out.
Guy wasn't much help. His originality was extremely lacking, and so, in desperation, Roseann pulled him into the only clear space in the room.
"I'll bend over and you shove it in. I like it that way, anyhow."
Guy needed no second set of instructions. He was strong, and he helped her to bend almost all the way over. He held her there, and she felt his dick prodding her in the seat of her warmth.
Roseann reached back, and, guiding him with her senses, she pushed him into the very middle of her opening. She was anticipating his thrust, and she was backing onto him.
"Come on, do it to me."
Guy took hold of her hips now, and held her still while he thrust into her. His cock was thick, and it took a moment for him to make it into her. Then, however it was merely an exercise in his brawn. He held her and shoved hard.
"Wow! Can you fuck!"
"Thanks. I love to do it!"
Guy thrust again into Roseann, and filled her with his wide, hot prick. Her wetness helped him into her, and when he made the next push, he impaled her up to the hilt. He was buried completely in her pussy.
Roseann tightened her muscles and enjoyed the experience of squeezing his thick cock. She was thrilled by the size of it, and the strength he had to use. She moaned as he withdrew it from a thrust into her. When he put his strength to it, she almost went into the iron horse in front of her.
"Oh, wow! Goddamn, you are strong!"
Guy reacted to this very favorably and continued his pistoning. He was squeezing his thickness into her tight cunt and grunted as he did it. He closed his eyes and stroked quickly. He was totally consumed with making it inside her tight pussy.
Roseann realized that he was after a quick fuck and that suited her just fine. She couldn't stay out of class that long, anyway. She didn't want to abuse the special privileges that she had granted herself.
She thrust herself back on the implement of pleasure and shrilled with the wild sensations she experienced.. . . She ground her hips in a circle and contracted her tight muscles as hard as she could. She was squeezing him, but more than that, she was getting the most out of him for her own pleasure.
"Oh, Roseann, you have the wildest pussy that I've ever fucked!"
"I think I'm going to enjoy being at this school. Quite a bit."
Now, however, they were too busy to talk. Both of them were involved with getting to the goal line in the shortest time. The only sounds in the room were their grunts and the twack and slap of his cock sawing in and out of her tightness.
Then, in a rush, Guy began to hump her with the speed of an engine piston. He was uncontrollable and he nearly banged her head into the iron horse again. She stayed herself with her hands and fought back.
Before she could gain any ground, however, Guy was shouting and moaning such as she had never heard before.
"Oh, fuck, fuck! I'm making it!"
He burst into her with a gallon of semen and flooded her. He kept pumping as he ejaculated and the cream began to spurt out and run down her legs. It was all over his scrotum and his legs, too.
Roseann knew that she was very near the top herself, and as she felt the shot of cream, the pattern clicked. She drove herself back on his cock and moaned with the excruciating pleasure she felt.
They were lost in the wild act, and when they had come to a slower movement, Welger was moving in and out of her still, and they moved apart, away from each other. His long cock slipped out of her pussy, and since it was limp, there was no way he could get it back in.
Roseann cursed. She was not finished. She grabbed back for it, but by the time she got her hand around the sodden mass, it was too late anyway.
Guy Welger was insensitive to her annoyance. He simply stepped back, and started to wipe his legs down with a towel. Getting his jock back on was a bit of a struggle.
Roseann had the distinct desire to whack him one in the balls, but the sight of him struggling to shove the wet, crinkled flesh back into the tight pouch was so comical to her that she had to stop herself from laughing hysterically.
She straightened herself, and made a note for herself. Next time, she would have to make sure that she was there before him. He didn't last after the first blast of come. Not like some other men she knew and fucked. They could stay hard for some time afterwards.
Since that time, she and Guy had a better understanding of what they did together. They had developed a very good system of a quick lay. Roseann usually stood up and took it the way she had the first time. She liked it, and he was so damn big and long that it was a wild feeling.
Just now, however, Roseann was concerned with setting up the party. She wanted everything to go just right. This would establish her as a major caterer and producer. It might be a career for her to follow after she was finished with this place.
A committee usually decides about the food, but Roseann made up the menu and presented it as the choice of everyone present. No one said a word. Then, no one would want to. The menu was superb. Perhaps not suitable for the occasion, but magnificence, anyway.
"I thought that starting off with a clear consomm' would be appropriate. Oh, yes, the appetizers will include black caviar. I love it. Hard-boiled eggs, and some Roquefort with butter, stuffed into celery. Good, huh?"
The group all agreed enthusiastically, and went on happily when Roseann divulged the fact that she had ordered ten cases of champagne. She told them that it was the only real way to celebrate something so important. The rest of the menu included stuffed mushrooms and Duchess potatoes around Beef Wellington. The dessert would be coupe aux marrons glace.
"I just love the taste of the chestnuts, and not to mention the sweet syrup."
No one put up so much as a whimper, and Roseann put the order in to the caterer that the school had an account with. She gave the order herself, and the man was incredulous as he took it.
"Are you sure that this has been approved? Who made up this menu?"
Roseann put on her very adult voice and shattered the man.
"The head of the faculty has informed us that Beef Wellington is her favorite dish. Would you prefer to call the principal and the president to verify a food order?"
However, the man required a letter from the office, confirming the date of the affair and the menu. Roseann typed up the letter and had the principal sign it. However, when the principal signed the letter, it was only a blank piece of paper. Roseann explained that she had been asked to get her signature so the graduating class could have it engraved as a special note to their gift to her.
The entertainment was something special, however. There were two phases. One would be the usual skits and songs, and that would be for the benefit of all the faculty and students.
However, afterwards, Roseann had lined up some of the finest stag films that she could lay her hands on. She knew of one that used a man who looked just like one of the teachers, and that would be a good gag.
She had to order a projector for the purpose, and again, she used . her devious means to acquire the equipment. In a friendly way, she used some of the money that she had made on her lending library on the films. She thought that it was an appropriate gift for the farewell to better things.
Roseann outdid herself as far as the favors for the party were concerned. She went to the trouble of getting packages of the Day-Glo condoms, enough for each girl. Then, she ordered the golden charms that showed couples in different positions and packaged them in their boxes with the condoms underneath the charms. The rest were to be used to blow up and used for the balloon art that graced the tables.
When the day for the special event, Roseann had her committees set up in time to get everything set. The tables were done nicely, and the meal was ready to be served. Everything went very well.
The dinner was a spectacular success, though the price was astronomical. But the entertainment was more than anyone expected. Just for laughs, and as a sneak preview, Roseann had snatches of the stag film shown. The part with the faculty look-alike in it. Everyone roared.
The favors caused an uproar. The only problem was that none of the girls could take . the charms home. They had a laugh, and when the word was passed that the balloons were actually condoms, the party got a bit hilarious.
The faculty left and the rest of the champagne was brought out. The lights were doused and the stag films started. There was silence until the last image faded from the scene.
No one could be found later that evening, and it was impossible to get a reservation at the senior apartment. The films had worked as an aphrodisiac. Roseann was so pleased with her work that she allowed herself an extra session with Mark the next day.
The school was never the same after Roseann Tunney arrived. The junior class had a meeting and granted themselves more privacy in their quarters. They petitioned for and granted themselves locks on the doors, and no inspection. Life was going to be more fun than ever at Gerrard School For Girls.
Thee graduation was the only official function left before the summer vacation. Many girls were leaving for vacations in Europe, but when they went, they had" copies of the French deck and the books that had been available for loan purposes.
Roseann found it more profitable to order copies for the girls with an extra charge attached, for service. She formed her own book club, and it was very popular by the time school was ready to let out.
Only one person challenged her on what she was doing, anil that was Mrs. Arthur. Roseann. however, convinced her that it was the epitome of the capitalistic ideal. At sixteen, she had started her own enterprises and was becoming successful. She was ready for a better future.
When Mrs. Arthur left her. she had been convinced that Gerrard School hail made an important contribution to the world by getting Roseann's business started. In its own way, the logic worked.
As the last days of school came around. Roseann made sure that she had taken all orders for the coming semester. She was enlarging her business to condoms, creams, dildos, and films. She was buying her own projector for the purpose of renting it out.
As she packed her clothes for her vacation, Roseann could not help but be pleased with herself when she took inventory. She had conquered one school, started a substantial business, and would be getting a diploma, beside.
Her vacation would be spent getting ready for the coming school year, and, of course, fucking. That was as natural to Roseann as breathing. She was very pleased with what she had accomplished and spent some time telling her brother and Lucy about it.
Lucy was getting along just fine with Tim, and since her parents had calmed down from the shock of seeing Roseann at the school, too, they were less strict with Lucy. It didn't matter, however. Lucy had gotten very proficient in doing what she wanted to do in the hours that her parents set up for her to be out.
They had outsmarted them without having determined to do that in the very beginning.
She had learned how to live doing what she had to do, and, for that brief time in Gerrard school, she had been a different person.
While the girls got ready for a new semester at the school, the teachers were gearing up for the fall term. Alex wasn't looking forward to any more serious affairs with his students just yet, but he certainly would not mind a quick, friendly rendezvous.
Guy was occupied with building his body up so that he could get the attention of the more attractive girls, and kept in shape for all the encounters with Roseann that were to start in September.
Mark was delighted with the situation, but he did decline Roseann's offer of introducing him to the girls who were interested in what he had to offer. He figured that with Roseann in the senior class and the perky juniors coming in, he would be very, very busy.
The sexual climate at Gerrard had grown somewhat since Roseann. More than anything, Roseann had brought it to the surface. It had existed underneath, and, certainly, not in such an outward and casual manner, but it was there. She was the catalyst, and served her schoolmates well.
Over the summer, Roseann and Lucy kept in contact with some of their teachers. Roseann, privy as she was to all the offices in the Gerrard school, had been able to copy all the telephone numbers and addresses of her favorites. She made sure that Lucy's paramours were included. And so they could begin their extra-curricular summer activities.
Lucy was delighted. The girls met one summer afternoon and discussed their strategies of contact.
"I think," said Roseann in an offhand way, that we should call up everyone, no matter if they have wives or not, and act as if we are from the school proper, organizing a summer meeting for the teachers to discuss courses. We can say that it will be a mandatory weekend thing. My parents are going on vacation in two weeks.
"Although I could suggest using my house here, I think the one they have in the country would be better. It's in the woods and no one would disturb us. You could say that you are going camping with Susie and other friends, not me of course, and have Susie call your parents to confirm it. I'm sure your Ma and Pa would be happy for you to get away from me for a few days. And we could have a wild time.
"Let's see, I have the numbers here. What say we start calling tonight when my folks go out to the movies?"
Lucy nodded her head in agreement, then practically bubbled over with her own contributions for the party. "We could have place cards," she chuckled, "only they would have a certain person and position written on them. Since no one would be allowed to tell anyone else whose card they have, and no two cards would be a perfect match, that would mean that at least there would be two couplings per person on that night.
"An orgy, Roseann! Let's throw a fucking orgy with all the trimmings! How big is your parent's place? How many people could we invite? I'm sure all the girls could get away on the camping pretense and all the teachers could do it on the course evaluation bullshit!" she said with a grin.
"We could print up really straight looking schedule-of-events cards too, for people like Ed. We could ask for contributions. What a smashing time we could have if we got a good bit of money together!
"Just think of your gala end of the term party. We could have films and gadgets and make each room into a different special event place."
She would have gone on, but Roseann interrupted. "Hold your horses," she said.
"First things first. Okay, I'll start writing up a 'serious' program of events this afternoon. My parents have three bedrooms-one for themselves, one for us kids, and one for any other guests. That's three. Then there's the living room and the dining room which can be converted later. Well, I guess that's enough space for-let's say, sixteen people. I'm sure no one will mind getting squeezed. I know, we'll call it a school retreat for the girls and teachers, not mentioning, of course, that it will be one wild session together for all of us! Boy. will this be something!"
"Okay," yelled Lucy. "Retreat of the Gerrard School Gang! Maybe we can even take pictures. Oh hell, what a fucking blast!"
"Miss Lucy," Roseann was putting on her Southern drawl, "now you all go on home and work on the fixings for the party. Ah did all the food plannin's before dahlin' and ah don't want to be as tuckered from all that. You decide on that y'all hear?"
Lucy nodded and ran home. Her mother was very surprised to see her go rushing up to her room in the middle of the afternoon and begin scribbling at her desk, but she thought, oh well, it's good to see her do something besides hang out with Roseann.
Two whole days worth of menus! Lucy was at first quite taken aback by the thought of planning for so much food. She sat at her desk and chewed her pencil.
Then she thought-barbecues! That was one meal, they could have steaks and chops and salads. All that meat would cost a pretty penny, though, so perhaps they could have cheaper fare. Mexican food? Maybe an omelet would be good. The participants could be asked to bring a casserole each, or wine or some type of addition to the party, too. She calculated quickly in her head. It wouldn't cost that much and granted that Roseann approved of a less imagine party, she was sure everyone else would be satisfied.
Now, to try to decide who she'd like to come. She supposed Roseann was home making her own list and Lucy felt she should be prepared with one herself. Doubtless they would argue over a few people.
Tim, of course, would be included. Even if Lucy and he were going out. he was as free as Roseann, and she was sure he wouldn't mind getting his cock in a few other well-primed pussies.
Then there was Ed, who would hem and haw and have to explain things to the "little woman." Well, in the end. though, she was sure he couldn't resist. She'd have to invite a few youngsters for him.
Suddenly, she began to laugh. Of course. she'd completely forgotten that very few, if any of the teachers, knew about the promiscuity of the others! For sure, many of the girls were well-informed, but would these hunky men be flabbergasted to see their colleagues humping and thumping away. She wondered who would get upset. They could invite Guy, also Brandon, and maybe even young cute Alfred, if she could get in touch. Would that ever knock his fucking socks off!
Susie, of course, would come. Valerie, another freshman, was cute and sexy, and that redhead-what was her name?
The list got longer and longer. It seemed that the more she thought about it, the bigger it grew in her mind.
Now, now she told herself, don't go overboard, Lucy. Even without lots of sex, that last party had been the ultimate. That was done with school money, too. It couldn't be expected that sixteen people could cough up the same amount. She was sure the teachers could be hit for a pretty penny, but the girls? She would have to see about it.
That night she went to see Roseann. Since it would only cost about $5, they decided to get about 10 invites done at the printers. Roseann had written up about the "retreat" very nicely, explaining how, in order to keep it purely on a business level, only teachers were to be invited.
They started to phone some of the men. Roseann put on her snootiest voice and Lucy had to shove her fist in her mouth to keep from giggling.
"Hello? Mr. Wegler? I'm the new secretary from the Gerrard School and I must tell you that two weeks from now we've scheduled a teacher's retreat. A brochure will be arriving in the mail. Since it is so important to the school, and for your own benefit, we're sure you'd be more than happy to give up a few days for the sake of our girls.
"You're sorry, you have other plans? How sad. Wouldn't you enjoy-" Roseann let her voice rise to a crescendo, but still retaining a snobby voice, "a little fucking and sucking? Why, Mr. Wegler, excuse me, are you all right?" The girl let her voice break into a normal tone and began to chuckle.
"It's okay, Guy, it's me, Roseann. Lord, I didn't mean to give you a heart attack. It's okay, sweetie, calm down."
"You little minx," Wegler sputtered in mock anger, "who gave you the right to do this? Are you really inviting me away for the weekend? Where? What'll it be like?"
"It's going to be great," said Lucy taking the phone. "It's Lucy. Roseann told me about you and we thought it would be fun to share the wealth, so to speak. What's better than a weekend away from all the tribulations of the real world'"
Lucy didn't mention the fact that an orgy was planned, nor did she let it slip that Wegler wasn't going to be the only male present.
There was a pregnant pause. Then Wegler said in a voice that was full of anticipation, "Of course I'll come! Give me the particulars."
"They'll be coming in the mail soon, under the guise of a 'retreat.' of course, just in case you have to explain your absence to someone." Roseann took the phone again and said in her uppity voice, "We at the Gerrard School know how it is."
"I'm sure you do," Wegler laughed. "All right, you can count me in!" He made his farewell and hung up.
Lucy and Roseann grinned and hugged each other. "One down and thirteen to go!"
And so it went. There were a few people who were unable to come and a secondary list would be called into action. At the end of the night a total of fourteen were coming.
For the next two weeks the preparation began in earnest. Susie came down to stay with Lucy so that Lucy's mother could get to know the "dear, sweet girl." During the day they just played around and went swimming. During the night they made place cards, planned contributions and generally readied themselves.
Roseann got Timmy to drive up to the lodge with a lot of the streamers and food and cups the weekend before. She set up some decorations and arranged the rooms to make it most conducive to sexual play. There were six beds and a couple of foldout cots, a big rug in the living room (which had a fireplace) and the dining room table, once it was cleared. The woods adjoining the house were also a great place for a fuck. Under the pine needles, what could be more pleasant?
Susie had gotten her brother invited, since he could drive the family station wagon and was deeply into sex himself. He was also a sort of guardian for the girls-at least to their parents. Since he was driving he could pick up other girls in the vicinity, too. Valerie lived nearby. Yes, Jon surely would come in handy!
Lucy's mother had been suspicious at first when she heard that Roseann wasn't going on the expedition. "Why isn't Roseann going?" she asked as she tried to pry into her daughter's affairs.
"Oh, Mom," answered Lucy in what she considered a whiney voice. "I always see Roseann. I want to see some of my other friends sometimes. Besides," she added," she and her brother want to visit a rich aunt of hers this weekend. They haven't seen her for a while and figure that maybe this aunt, Alice I think, will lay a little money on them. Plus, you know, she doesn't know any of my school friends."
Lucy's mother seemed to be placated somewhat. "Okay," she miffed, "I just wanted to find out, that's all. I would expect that that's what someone like Roseann would do-grab for money."
"Mom. you're not being fair," Lucy tried to stand up for her friend. "You're not being fair, that's all." She was secretly happy, however, that her ruse had worked. Soon it would be time for the gala event.
Friday rolled around, and at twelve in the afternoon, Susie was at her door. For all intents and purposes, they looked like fine young little girls out for a frolic. When Lucy was in the car and they began to drive away, the occupants of the car broke out in hysterical laughter. Jon could hardly hold onto the wheel.
"Oh, my God," Susie gasped, "that was really hilarious. The Gerrard girls or 'young ladies' I should say, have done it again!"
"Yup!" Lucy agreed.
They picked up Valerie and a couple of the others, who had also used the excuse of a camping trip. The back of the station wagon was full of sleeping bags and camping utensils that would never be used. The food, however, would be for the party.
Roseann and Timmy were there when they arrived at the lodge. It was in New York, upstate, and the directions had been easy.
Roseann was jumping up and down. "Just look what I've done to the place!" she said proudly.
She led them inside. All over the walls were huge posters of men and women fucking each other. And on one of the walls was a blow-up of the French deck card of the two men and a woman that Lucy had so admired. "I found someone to blow up that one just for you," said Roseann. "Perhaps you'll be able to get into some action like that tonight, if you're lucky!"
Lucy kissed her best friend. Then she started swatting at Tim and Jon who at this point were so full of lust for the tantalizing young vixens that they were grabbing whatever exceptional piece of body was within their grasp.
"No. Down boys, down!" she yelled. "We have to get this place fixed up first. Valerie, you take Jon to the kitchen with you and start preparing the food. Here's the recipes for the stuff. Just prepare as much as you can now, and leave the actual cooking for later."
Roseann grabbed her arm and led her to one of the bedrooms. "Look what I've done!" she exclaimed, and threw open the door, turning on the lights in the same movement.
There were black lights in the sockets. Although there were no day-glo posters on the walls, the walls themselves served nicely. In daylight they were a dark shade of blue, but in the light from the bulbs they glowed and pulsated as if alive. From somewhere Roseann had gotten a big white bedspread all flecked with silver and it seemed to undulate.
"All that should be added is a little music and this place will draw people to it like a magnet."
"Well, here's the stereo," said Lucy's friend, "but come and see the other rooms." She led her to them. One had regular white walls (now covered with erotic designs), but what really clinched its sexual drawing power was a mirror covering one whole wall. Being a voyeur to yourself must be fun, Lucy thought.
The last room was the least attractive, but both beds were trundle beds, so that upon their being opened, it was probably a wall-to-wall bed and the carpet was really thick, too, and would feel great under your body.
"So, that's it. Now let's get back to work. The way we've been staying in each of these rooms people might think there's something funny going on between us."
"Never!" Lucy gave her friend another hug and platonic kiss. "Not in this book, anyway."
Everyone worked themselves into a frenzy. At nine, however, when people were supposed to arrive, everything was ready. There was a huge bowl of punch, spiked, a lovely salad with lettuce and spinach and eggs and croutons and cheese, black bread and rye and rolls, and freshly cut and cooked pork and beef roasts, still in the oven. There were vegetables galore.
The first teacher who arrived, of course, was not -shocked at the number of teachers present-for there were none-but at the lovely number of young ladies.
When Guy got there he was really surprised. About four other teachers were there, and after they all got over the initial shock of seeing each other, they found it rather funny.
"Just think what it'll be like next year," laughed Ed, with a pert young freshman (soon to be a sophomore) on his knee. "The Gerrard School will be renamed The School for Sex!"
Everyone agreed that would be an apt name.