Spider was in deep trouble and so was Cheryl. It turned out that they hadn't been quite as clever as they'd thought. When Professor Foster got them to his office, adjoining the Chem Lab, he was angry.
"Maybe the other students didn't see what you two did, but I saw enough," he fumed. "I don't mind a little footsie playing in my classes. It keeps the students alert. A display like yours-that means big trouble for you, me and the University.”
"We were only-we were just-”
Foster raised a hand against Spider's rush of words.
"A student tells a dean. A dean tells the president. It gets to the student newspaper, to the alumni. It's hard enough these days for universities to convince parents that colleges are not hotbeds of sex. A simple, single act like you did can result in a hundred students being jerked out of Brighton and perhaps the additional loss of thousands of dollars of gifts from angry supporters, most of whom are conservative.”
"Sir, we can plead that we were drunk,”
Foster shook his head. "No. I must take immediate and harsh action. You, Spider, are fired from the Chemistry Lab… ”
Spider gave a howl, "I need the job to stay in college, professor.”
The old man shook his head. "You'll have to carry on your education elsewhere, young man. It's a crying shame, because you're my favorite student. But I will not tolerate scandal. If you get by this time, the next time might be worse. No, you have to go.”
Spider moaned. "I'm ruined.”
The Professor took Cheryl by the arm and walked her to one wall of the office, which was covered with diplomas and certificates, just like a doctor's office.
"See all of these? That would have been Spider Strawn's future before today, young lady. You have a great part of the blame. Without you he wouldn't have been inspired to this outrageous act.”
Cheryl felt like the heel of all time. She should've known you couldn't get away with anything as raw as they'd tried. Now she'd really fixed Spider.
"But maybe nobody saw us but you," she protested. "Maybe there won't be a scandal.”
Foster shook his head. "I see you don't understand, Cheryl.”
He turned to Spider. "I want you to go out in the Lab and finish your work for the day. Your last day of work. I must explain the facts of life to Cheryl Wallace.”
Spider looked white and shaken. He shook his head sadly, squeezed her hand, and disappeared into the Lab outside. Foster closed the door. He motioned Cheryl to his chair behind his desk. She sat down trembling. It was the professor's agitation that scared her as much as anything.
"Cheryl Wallace, daughter of one of our richest, most important, alumni," he said as he paced before the desk. "Do you realize that you can be expelled for what you did in my class? Think of the shame of your father when that happens. Yet I have no choice but to report-”
"Nobody saw us, but you!" she cried. This thing got worse and worse.
He smiled sadly, shaking his head. "We don't know that. I'm not sure I want to take a chance. What bothers me more, if you get by this time, what happens next? You're a very attractive young lady. What outrage will you and Spider perpetrate next? Spider himself is a wild young man. If you're not stopped now, where will it end? Even if I survive this, you'll destroy some other professor.”
"I swear to you-" she began.
"No," he cut her off. He came around the desk and sat on the edge, facing her. "With a body like yours-and evidently you have a hot sexual nature-there's bound to be more trouble. I see no way out.”
He frowned down on her, long legs spread as she rocked in his swivel chair in misery.
"I'd sign a paper," she cried. "I'd do anything to save Spider's job. To keep it away from my father.”
"Promises for now. But tomorrow your hot little cunt will bubble again and there's more scandal on the campus.”
She shot a startled look at him.
"Look at you," he said. "Tight pants, paper thin. Stained with your dishonor. Big breasts, pushing and shoving to get out of that sweater. I could see your nipples a block away.”
"I-I-" she said, astonished at the turn the conversation took.
"You're probably one of the great fucks on campus," said the old man, his eyes gleaming. "Come here, dear.”
He hooked the base of the swivel chair and brought her to where he sat on the edge of the desk, facing her. Her head was on a level with his crotch.
"I could risk forgetting what happened in my class," he said. "I have the power to make a report or not make a report. It's up to you to convince me to take that approach.”
She sat there, stunned, the blood drumming past her ears.
"You mean, if I-if somehow-”
He looked down on her avidly, "Your hot little body got you into trouble. Your sexy little person can also get you out of trouble.”
"And save Spider's job?" she squeaked, lifting her eyes to his face. It was flushed. Also there was no question about the rising lump in the old man's pants as he stared down at her.
"What-do you want?" she asked faintly, licking her lips.
He shook his head. "It's not what I want," he said. "It's what you want, Cheryl. I'm not going to stand for a young couple having sex in my class and do nothing. I'll make that report. Of course, if you find a way to get around it, perhaps by insisting on compromising me, too-well, you're very attractive, and even old men are not made of stone." For the first time he smiled. His eyes were hot.
It was extremely silent in the room. She sat there, inches from his person and his crotch, trapped in misery. Spider's job, everything-if she decided to gig this obscene old man. Incredible.
"You don't mean it," she said.
"Leave, walk out of here and see if I mean it," said Foster. "Before eight o'clock you'll be on the Dean's carpet, emergency summons.”
“If I do something-”
“Talk, talk, talk," he exploded.
She jumped at the imperious tone. She fumbled at his zipper, prying it open. She reached inside past his boxer shorts and found his treasure. She pulled it out of his pants as he sat facing her perched on the edge of the desk. His prick was smaller than Spider's, nested in gray pubic hairs. It was already half hard. She slid it into her mouth and sucked and the meat stiffened at once.
"Oh, child, that feels so good!" he exulted, holding her head and working his loins. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, she thought, as she gently squeezed his balls and started to service him without much enthusiasm. The quick change of events left her confused.
"I want Spider to keep his job," she said firmly, finally tracking. "I want no report made.”
"Well, now, all things are possible when everybody co-eeeee-ahhh-cooperates, Ch-Cheryl." His cock was hard now and he scooted it in and out of her mouth with expert little bunts.
Great heavens, stodgy old Brighton U. turns out to be Fuck College, she thought in a randy, rising excitement. Imagine her shoving her mouth down on a major college professor, a man with a national reputation, as Spider told her. Well, his prick had a nice male smell and the skin tasted like slightly salty meat, just like any other prick. Still vaguely hot from the workout in his classroom, she found she didn't mind too much. He was a mean old buzzard and would probably do what he said, fire Spider and turn her in if she didn't cooperate.
Then she had another thought. This old boy had a wife, fairly famous in Brighton circles. Mrs. Richardson Foster-Lisbeth Torbert Foster, a heavy chick in alumni circles. She'd seen the name and even her picture in some of her father's alumni newspapers back in New York. My God, the cock she sucked was supposed to be the private property of Lisbeth Foster's cunt. Holy mud, I'm randy and vile-mouthed today, she thought. But the idea of stealing semen from what she knew was a pompous old bitch excited her. Imagine, a famous prof and a big shot wife, and he was going off in the mouth of a simple coed.
She had his prick nice and juicy so she began to nub the head where the rich nerves were.
"Yeee-esss. Abso-loot-ly bestial." he cried, working against her mouth.
Somehow he'd managed to get his hands inside of her sweater to cup her tits, and they were super-hot to his touch. She shuddered and sucked harder. After the delicious workout Spider had given her she was high and hot and would probably cum if he kept up those luscious motions on her nipples.
"You like cock. You know how it's dew-done!" he exulted as she dabbed his full balls with her tongue and then nibbled up his shaft on one side and down the other as he dry-throbbed in joy.
"Mmmmmmm," she went.
Spider would be okay now, and she would be okay. The door burst open at that point and Spider came in. At least she hoped it was Spider, because if it was anybody else they were back in trouble.
It was Spider. She couldn't see him, with her head buried in the Professor's crotch, but there was no mistaking the voice.
"I see she decided to save my ass," said Spider.
"Won-wonderfully cooperative,” breathed the transported teacher. He had unbuttoned her sweater and was massaging her breasts like mad.
She didn't want Spider to see her doing this, but her own pleasure was rising so fast that she didn't want to stop sucking, either. At the rate they were going, it wouldn't last long.
She heard Spider come around the desk, but Foster closed his thighs around her head at that moment and throbbed some more, with happy cries, so she couldn't see him. The next thing she knew she was lifted from the chair and her pants started to peel down from her hips.
"Hey!" she cried.
"This is the best way," said Spider.
She looked at him over her shoulder and got the shock of the afternoon. Spider was totally naked. Even as she watched he peeled her pants, together with her panties right down to her heels, and off everything came.
"Ah,nooo," she moaned, but the professor held her. In fact, as she turned to try to save her pants, Foster zipped her sweater half off and when she grabbed at him to stop he pulled it completely free.
Cheryl was naked except for her half socks and sandals.
"You guys!" she cried.
"We know what we're doing, you sexy little pike," said Spider. "You want a favor from the Chem Lab; we'll be glad to give it to you when you ask as nice as this.”
He lifted her hips as Foster held her arms and contained her torso. He slid into the chair under her. It came to her with a shock that somehow Spider had expected this to happen and that meant-if he came in here naked-he'd probably jacked himself hard.
"Ahhh, ohhhh," she cried.
Her cunt was already wet and swollen. In fact, it hadn't really slowed down to normal since the long, sexy exercise in the classroom. Women not only rose slower, they came down slower. Now Spider notched her cunt and pulled back on her hips, murmuring about how creamy her flanks were. She felt his cock head press against her opening, violate her outer lips, strike her clit and find the narrow pink tunnel to her heaven. Then came the incredible rush as his prick began to burn into her cunt.
"Ah, no, noooo. ahhhhhh," she crooned as he started to fuck her.
She simply couldn't believe it. Two guys were doing her at once-or was she doing them? Foster's stiff prick jabbed at her mouth and now the old man guided it in as she carelessly moaned, while Spider's young, energetic tool worked open her spring box cunt. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out that nice girls didn't do things like this and she was a nice girl. The trouble was, she was too sexed up to make a fight. Her body liked the smooth, silky friction. Her nipples loved the loving. Her sex tensions bubbled and her whole body was randy with desire. Maybe it would be okay to let them do it a little bit. It sure would be hard to escape. The Professor locked her arms and shoulders, shoving his prick in her mouth. Spider held her hips, driving slowly and thrillingly deep into her cunt. Yet she felt taken and used. Practically raped. Was it possible-
"I told you it would work,” said Spider.
"Spider, you're my favorite student," said Foster happily.
She got her mouth free for a moment, "You-you guys-" she sputtered. "You rigged it. You fooled me! You-you, why, I'll bet you do it to girls all the time.”
“Never," said Foster. "You're so beautiful.”
“Once. Once before," said the honest Spider. "But the semester's hardly started.”
She squealed in rage. "I'm not going to-”
“Better relax, sugar girl," said Spider. "You're in the hands of a couple of pretty horny people.' His cock had now reached its depth in her body, and he stopped to breathe deeply in his joy. "It's not that we want to pull a con game, but we just don't get many female students in Chemistry and those we get don't seem to have the looks that Art students have, like you.”
"I'm not your-sex slave," she wept as she squirmed. "If you think-”
"Now, dear girl, take it easy," said Foster, "After all, you did do things in my classroom that were pretty outrageous.”
"Terr-terrible thing to do to girl," she managed, and then had to be quiet as her mouth filled once again with the old man's prick. She knew she ought to fight, to resist. On the other hand a new idea started to run around inside of her head that conspired against resistance. Maybe this mini-orgy would cure her of her hang-up. If ever she was to have an orgasm without thinking about lesbian sex, this would do it. There was no way she'd need to think about girl sex with two horny studs like this fucking her, when orgasm time came. Just the same, she resented being used. It was even-kinkier than the business with Abby's behind, this fucking two guys at once while she wanted to resist and still enjoyed it.
She had no way of knowing she gave both men exquisite pleasure. From his position on the edge of the desk, Foster could look down her smooth nude back and see his naked lab assistant locked into the girl's cunt; he could feel the hot, eager thrusts of the young man taking Cheryl and making her body flow and yield to wild prick action. At the same time he could look down at his crotch and see his cock, almost purple with congested blood, gleaming with girl saliva, working in and out of her beautiful face while he held her head and stroked soft golden hair and felt deep internal sex euphoria from her suck pressure. The other girl that he and Spider had been able to trap had been ugly compared to this one and surly in her performance. Cheryl, after a little initial resistance, seemed to flow with the action and enjoy it as much as they.
Foster's prick and belly were white hot with the desire to throw his sperm into the demanding mouth, yet, he gritted his teeth and commanded his cock to delay orgasm until he was pleasure-tortured into involuntary surrender. This was heaven compared to the quick, dull, normal fucking with his wife, who did not eat cock.
Spider, who had a heavily erotic personality, was even more taken with the beautiful New York blonde. It wasn't only her looks. He'd fucked good looking girls who were too passive, incurious. Cheryl seemed like an eternal virgin with unlimited passion and yet also possessed a curious reserve, as if looking for some answer that would really unlock her total femininity.
Right now it was extremely sexy to hear her slurp on Foster's cock and grunt as the rest of her body took his fast-driving prick. He could tell by Cheryl's little quivers and shifts that his prick was driving her to maddened delight. The smooth, silken flesh, the hot, tight cunt, the moisture of her fucked body, the strain of her opened thighs around his legs, reached him with a wondrous sense of making it that he'd never felt before.
"Cheryl, you are… sorority sexpot… of the year," he managed.
"Best on campus," agreed Foster. "Never felt so good. Oh, oh, oh." He sweated as it began to be impossible to restrain the furious lake of volcanic liquid that boiled in his belly like an unexploded white-hot volcano.
"Mewrrrrrr," gasped Cheryl.
She knew she was headed for the best orgasm she'd ever had. Spider's cock was just big enough, just hot enough, and he twisted just right to give her clit a fabulous ride. She became light-headed and felt opened, vulnerable and totally loving in her hot ride. She wanted Spider's prick to extend like a telescope antenna and keep pushing up through her tender guts, along her backbone, until he owned every inch of her body, cunt to shoulders. That was the delicious feeling he gave her.
The old man's hands on her tits added to the flames that consumed her, and having the cock in her mouth to bite gently and pressure added still more to her magnificent ride.
As they held her in the odd position, she felt the extreme, oozing madness of orgasm approach. She hugged the old man's hips to avoid falling into a voluptuous sea of complete sensuality from which she might never recover.
It stopped, right before the point of orgasm, when she was just about ready to explode into a thousand tiny stars of taken womanhood. She hung there, her lust lessening a bit. It still felt good, and yet she knew her orgasm would slip away from her, even with two lusty men driving cocks into her mouth and cunt. She stopped moving and her cunt seemed to expand and then narrow on Spider's prick in desperation. She gave a cry of hurt and defeat.
Oddly, her cessation of movement brought both men. Her teeth caught Foster's cock right on the richest nerve spot and then it slid on down partway into her throat. He gave a strangled gasp.
"Oh-my-God. Deep-throat-”
He leaned over and strained in delirious joy, pumping off hot sperm down her pink passage well past her choke point.
As the girl's body went passive after all the ball-bearing action of her hips, Spider fucked faster and creamed with a sudden upsurge of a major paroxysm.
"Aaaahhhh," he cried and gripped the sweet body. He burst deep into her cunt, seeding her as if she were his last fuck on earth. Shot after shot spumed out of his prick into the tightened cunt, while she jerked and mewled.
The office filled with snorts, whines and tender gasps of male relief as they flooded Cheryl. In desperation, not to be left out of it, she flashed on Abby's soft body twining under her, her pelvis grinding on the other girl's pelvis as she rocked to glory in female orgasm. That did it.
"Ahhhhh," she exclaimed, and her cunt obediently paralyzed her, and then came the luscious, orgasmic throbs as she spent out her tension in sobbing joy, jerking from time to time as she squeezed on Spider's cock and reveled in his lubricious discharge. It was a riotous ride of rapturous pleasure, and yet in the climactic moment she'd had to fall back on the tried and true vision of having girl sex to complete herself. She relaxed in the arms of the men with a disappointed sigh.
Afterwards the professor withdrew his softening cock, zipped up, and escaped to enjoy his after-sex euphoria with a few mumbled words of affection for Cheryl. She still resented having to suck off the old man and swallow all his jissum. She hadn't been able to breathe when he'd burst and the curious feeling of body-hot sperm spurted into her throat to run down to her stomach had been a kinky effect she wasn't sure she enjoyed. On the other hand, it delighted her to be able to reduce a majestic, famous father-figure like Richardson Foster to a humble and appreciative man just like any college cowboy.
Spider seemed wired up. As they dressed, he insisted on taking her to dinner. He said he wanted to talk about the figurine she wanted from him. Then she realized with further distress that her attempts to recover the Gypsy were not over. Instead of handing it to her, he wanted to go somewhere to talk about it, which meant either that he didn't have it, or had discovered its secret.
Double trouble and no solutions even after her mini^ orgy. Her spirits slumped into a further black depression…
It had been an exhausting afternoon for Abby, too. Tom Talbot was an aroused male who had chased Abby hotly and then fallen for Cheryl even more desperately. He would crowd Spider, his roommate, to get at Cheryl and probably cut her off from getting a chance to get the necklace back. Male loyalties were weird. Abby's job that afternoon was to block Tom while Cheryl made the run on Spider and she'd done it.
Now, back at the Delta Rho house, Abby dragged up to her room with the tissues between her legs chafing her. The tissue was to absorb as much as possible of a gallon of spunk Tom Talbot had squirted into her. Yes, it had come to that, in his room. Abby had to admit to herself that she'd been a little turned on by Tom's leech for her roommate. Suddenly he was more interesting to her. They'd had a hot time and now Tom was thoroughly confused. At first he'd chased Abby, but had had sex with Cheryl. Then he wanted to follow up on Cheryl, but this afternoon Abby came along and he was back at square one. He was, Abby decided, the kind of guy who fell deeply in love with the last woman who'd received his sperm. Well, she'd done her part today!
No sooner had she reached her room and undressed than her phone rang. Abby was one of the luckier, well-heeled sorority girls who could afford a private phone. When she heard the voice at the other end of the line, she almost died.
John Wallace. Cheryl's father-who'd just flown in from New York.
He explained that he was here at Brighton to attend one of his interminable alumni group meetings-but he didn't want Cheryl, his daughter, to know he was in town.
"Listen," said Abby. "Cheryl and I have gotten along fine and we're going to have-”
He cut her off.
"I haven't got much time, Abby. People will be in my motel room in a few minutes. I have to see you alone tonight. Later. Maybe around midnight.”
“I don't think… ”
"You come," said John Wallace. He gave her the name of the motel and the room number. "You'd better show up, Abby. I'm about to make a big stink about that necklace.”
With a sigh, she agreed to see him. It would be better this way. After all, Cheryl should have the necklace from Spider tonight and there were other reasons to see Cheryl's father alone before they wrapped the whole thing up. He might say, or hint, the wrong thing to Cheryl.
No sooner had she hung up than there was a quiet knock on her door and Scotty Blair, the rangy girl from Colorado, came in. Her eyes sparkled as she waved a box at Abby.
"Wait till you see what I've got here!" she cried.
Abby had thought her friendship with Scotty was over when she'd suggested that Scotty ream her behind with her tongue. But here was old Scott right back, and with the kind of look that told Abby she had sex on her mind. Abby, nude except for her panties, started to reach for a robe and then decided she probably wouldn't need it.
"What's in the box?" asked Abby, trying to perk up.
Scotty opened it to show her a device that looked like the power unit of a hand mixer for kitchen use. Then she held up a part that fitted into the main unit, shoved it home, hooked up the device, and turned it on.
"Vibrator!" exclaimed Scotty.
Abby leaned over to peer at it, puzzled. She'd never seen a vibrator that wasn't shaped like a cock. This one consisted of a rubber cup, concave, dotted with short rubber nipples. Scotty laughed happily and ran the humming device between her legs.
"Guaranteed to destroy any living cunt in the country," she said.
Abby wasn't much for vibrators, but Scotty had her full attention. "You just run that concave thing with the nipples over your box?" she squeaked. "Doesn't look like much from here.”
Scotty held it out. "Just give it a chance to prove itself, dear." Abby took the device, turned it on and off, and held it against her palm. The rubber disc which was the action part of the vibrator did not spin. It vibrated, and the disc was soft and flexible. The thick metal shaft that bore the disc locked into the power unit and transmitted the vibration.
"It even feels good on my hand," said Abby. She wasn't much for vibrators; most young women weren't. Still, she was less prejudiced than most girls, and always open to the whole range of sex activities and devices. Once a vibrator had saved her emotional life, back in Chicago. She'd been deeply in love with a young man who had rejected her and she vibrated herself to sleep for two weeks, until her body was so played out that she couldn't have related to any man for a while. It got her over her love-leech, was cheaper than marijuana, and kept her from mixing up with some bad cowboy on the rebound. That was all before Alien, of course.
Abby slid out of her panties to give this odd-looking rubber disc machine a try. Scotty watched her with hots eyes, drinking in the beauty of the redhead's nude body. Abby was quite aware that she turned on the freshman who had dykish inclinations.
"What's the tissue for?"-cried Scotty, staring at Abby's belly.
"Not my period," laughed Abby. "I just had to walk home carrying an injection of boy stuff. You know, vitamin F, for fuck.”
Scotty fell to her knees beside the bed. "Could I-look?”
"So look," laughed Abby, and the girl took out the tissue and fingered the still lubricious cunt, even peering inside.
"Wow! There's still some dessert left in the pantry,” exclaimed Scotty. She boldly felt inside of Abby, relishing the silken squish of the used cunt.
Abby laid aside the vibrator. She felt a spike of rising excitement.
"That turns you on?" she squeaked.
Scotty blushed and her eyes positively glittered. "Uh, not really. Or maybe a little." She wet her lips and knelt there like a puppy begging for a biscuit.
Abby wanted to burst out laughing. This was the same girl who'd been revolted at the idea of licking her perfectly clean, unopened ass button. But she felt the rising thrill of kinky sex being offered. In a choice between making fun of someone and getting sex, Abby had long ago learned to go for the sex thrill.
She slid her hand seductively down her creamy thigh and slowly began to part her legs.
"I don't suppose you would consider-" she said in a husky voice.
"I-just might-" breathed the other sorority girl. "I used to-I mean, a couple of times, strictly for kicks, I-”
Her head moved down toward Abby's cunt like a cobra entranced by a swaying flute. Hypnotized would be more like it.
"Never mind the words," said Abby, holding the girl's head and bringing her eager mouth down on her cunt lips. "Just drink me.”
A pink tongue laved her pink cunt folds and then Scotty buried it inside, as if she'd discovered a treasure trove. Abby undulated against the impertinent tongue, thrilling and astonished at this new sex thrill. Imagine slurping a guy's spunk out of a girl's cunt.
It turned on Scotty like wild fury. She locked her arms over Abby's belly and turned her mouth into a scouring vacuum cleaner with plenty of suction and action against the straining clit. In about sixty seconds Abby went from stasis to high, hot passion, groaning and twisting in rising rushes of delight. There just wasn't going to be any ceiling to how high that vulgar, sexy tongue took her.
"You-you're drinking his g-g-gut sperm!" she cried, fucking hotly on Scotty's face.
"Silken… rich… nectar," murmured the Colorado girl.
She used her hand to move the skin on Abby's lower abdomen, giving the cunt extra play and increasing the clit action. Abby's cunt and inside sex network blazed in a hot fire. Her body went moist, her eyes began to glaze. Buttocks, thighs and spine joined in the rapture of the suck trap.
"Oh, Scotty, never felt such a weeee- wicked tongue," went Abby, Scotty wasn't as good as Cheryl, but a little lie didn't hurt here. Scotty was a little too rough, but the idea of Tom Talbot's sperm sliding obediently out of her vagina and down the throat of a girl who'd never even seen the donor blasted Abby's mind. What incredible, delicious convolutions the world of sex offered!
Scotty never even bothered to jog her own cunt. All was concentrated on scouring the hot, swollen vagina, using a finger to scoop forward every precious drop of man juice, until Abby's cunt flowed only pure, warm girl juice.
By that time Abby was fit to be scraped from the walls. She held Scotty's head and swiveled and jerked and twisted as if she were going mad. She felt she was-her whole sex net surged with high-powered joy as she rose right up past the clouds into a purple haze of utter delight.
"Oh, I-it's going-have to-giiiive," she thrilled.
With a single, sharp bark, Abby succumbed. She froze upward against Scotty and held, muscles quivering. Then she gave up her sex treasure in clipping orgasm, her cunt out of control, in rich quakes and spasms of unforgettable delight. She burst, held, sank, rose and burst some more, while Scotty gently drove her right on through her whole run of relieved ecstasy. Even after she sank to the bed, she had to quiver and rise again. Her breath stopped in her throat to pay off more luscious throbs.
She lay in dazed euphoria while Scotty knelt back away from her with pure love shining in her eyes.
"God, I love to drink a man's cream," Scotty confessed. "Especially if I hardly know who he is, or was. When I do it, I masturbate later in bed, all sexed up and crazy, with me knowing I've got a guy's spunk in my belly and he doesn't even know it.”
Talk about your freaks! But Abby only smiled a motherly smile at the happy freshman.
"You fu-have sex with guys, though?”
“Oh, sure. I couldn't live without it. But that's a totally different trip.”
The two girls heard rapid steps outside the door and then the rattle of a key in the lock.
"Uh, you'd better zip into the bathroom," said Abby. "That's my roommate, and I'd rather she didn't know that-uh-”
"You bet!" said Scotty, and whisked off into the bathroom. She made it safely because Cheryl, not knowing the door was unlocked, had locked it, discovered her error, and had to unlock it again.
The real reason Abby had packed off Scotty was that she didn't like the rangy girl as well as Cheryl and didn't want Cheryl to know she'd enjoyed a little extra sex. She needn't have worried. Cheryl was in a high state of excitement.
"Oh, Abby, you're home. Good! Listen, we've got to act quick!”
"I had the date with Tom-" Abby started to explain, but Cheryl waved her down.
"You can tell me all of that later, Abby. I've tracked down the Gypsy. We can get it if we act fast. A freshman at the Sig house has it. His name's Harold and I met him once. But if we act fast-"
"What-who-where?" asked Abby.
"Wake up, girl. What have you been doing? Wearing out your clit?”
"Uh, a friend brought by this kooky vibrator," said Abby to explain her nudity.
"Never mind that. Get dressed. Hurry.”
Cheryl explained that she'd traced the missing necklace past Spider. Spider had given her a bad time… then taken her to dinner to explain that he'd passed Salt on to a frat brother who was into art objects. This Harold.
"I'm tired of dragging this thing out," said Cheryl. "I've been on the trail of Harold for the past couple of hours. I found him at the White Fountain on Adams Avenue. He just started to glug a hamburger and coke when I left. If we hurry we can run him down and strip him of the statuette.”
"Right now?”
"Right now, Abby.”
"I'm with you, kid. We're partners," Abby sang out as she began to jump into her clothes. With Cheryl's father secretly in town, and raging, it would be a great idea to grab that necklace before she had to meet him at midnight.