The Morgans found a house to rent only a couple of miles from the Tate cottage. Trips back and forth between the houses were frequent, but gradually the sexual foursome faded in importance. The men were good friends. The women were very close. More and more often, on their evenings together, the men drank and discussed the literature. The women worked on homework… for Mimi had decided to go back to school. She was attending the same college as Annie.
Tate invited Sam to join his health club. They often met for a late afternoon swim and sauna. "You know, Tate… I'm glad we got that thing with the girls out of our system. I don't think we could ever have been so comfortable with each other if we hadn't. You… I used to be jealous of you. You're such a damned good writer, and I still have to publish my own poetry!"
"I've always been jealous of the way women go for you. Women always like you suffering poets. They look at me and I think 'another jock'. It doesn't always pay to have muscles." He slapped his friend on the back and laughed. It was hot in the sauna. His hand slipped right off Sam's back. "We know both our theories are only half true, don't we? You're a hell of a good writer. You'll make it one of these days. Meantime, you're the best teacher I've ever met. Me… I don't have so much trouble with the girls as I like to think I do."
"You know what I've been thinking about lately, Tate?"
"What?"
"Mara. You know, old buddy, there's some special thrill to the unknown. Here, we've got our own orgies at home whenever we want them. But I guess I'm perverse. I've got to have the unexpected in my life."
"Not worried about what Mimi would say any more?" Tate teased him.
Sam grinned sheepishly. "It's only since we got into this thing with you and Annie that I've learned to see right through my Mimi. She pulls a good bluff. I always thought she was tough and mean as they come. I realize now she'll take a good fuck before a fight. I know how to handle Mimi now. I used to be afraid of her, can you imagine that?"
"She's one hell of a woman. She's enough to make any guy give himself the once-over. She doesn't miss anything."
"No, she sure doesn't. She hasn't missed it one day in the past six weeks. I tell you, Tate. I've got to have myself some R and R. It's getting to be work. Do you think we should look Mara up?"
"Why Mara? Let's tell the girls we've got a writers meeting Friday night. We'll go see what we can find."
"Now you're talking!" His troubled mind now at peace, Sam lay back on the wooden slats and sweated.
Mimi and Annie took their lunch bags and Cokes to a secluded spot on the campus lawn. They stretched out luxuriously and nibbled on sandwiches and pickles.
"How do you like my friend, Tom, Mimi?"
"He ees very handsome. But he seems very cold."
"I don't get it. He smiles all the time."
"Yes, but the smile does not come from the heart. I know that."
"Oh… that. Yeah. Tom's a politician through and through. But he has his good side."
"Ees he your lover?"
Annie looked shocked.
"How did you know that?"
"I can tell these theengs. I am a French woman, remember?"
The younger woman giggled. "Tom would have a fit if he thought anyone knew. He thinks he's the coolest thing since ice cream!"
"Ees he good?" Mimi's eyes were solemn with interest.
"He has a little trouble getting it off, but he's got a wild imagination and he's a lot of fun. We don't see a lot of each other, but when we do, it's dynamite!"
"Do you think I could try heem too?"
Annie's eyes sparkled. "Ready for some new blood?"
"You know… a leetle adventure ees good for the soul."
Annie flung her arms around the older woman. "Mimi… I love you. You're a woman after my own heart. That's exactly what I've always believed. But I never thought a man would understand… even Tate… even though we have this new frankness going… even though you and Sam…"
"I know what you axe talking about, Annie. You don't have to explain. It's something we women have kept secret from men for so long, we cannot let the secret out now. Yeah, you know my old man actually believes it's men who have the roving eye, and women whose instinct is to stay at home! With Tate and me, it's always been the opposite."
The women were still hugging. Mimi could feel her pussy getting wet inside her panties. She started to grind her pelvis gently against Annie's belly. "You feel good, Annie. You will let me play with you and Tom next time?"
"I'm not sure if Tom could handle it. But why don't we go to a singles' bar on Friday night? That would be a gas. We'll tell the guys we have a special lecture at school."
Mimi pinned lecherously. "I can hardly wait." She made a face of mock distress and pushed her hands between her thighs. "Een the meantime, what do I do about my aching pussy?"
"I know a great little closet under the stairs at the student union. Good old Tom gave me a spare key. It's our meeting place."
Mimi stuffed what was left of her lunch into a bag. "Let us go. I am so hungry for your pussy."
"Mm, Mimi… you're beautiful!"