Adam and Eve

Adam and Eve

I am deeply indebted to Ken, who read this story, edited it, and gave great suggestions.

Cast of Characters

Adam Smith -- Graduating PhD student in Statistics at NYU; he got the hot job at Purdue Statistics

Eve Abbott -- Senior graduate student in BioChem at Columbia

Sean Marshall -- Grad student at Columbia who repeatedly seduces Eve

Alicia Friedman -- Grad student at Purdue BioChem who repeatedly seduces Adam when her husband is away. She's Eve's best friend forever

Brad Phelps -- Navy husband of Alicia and good with a gun

Mary Nash -- Religious grad student in Columbia BioChem who likes sex

Mike Nordhaus -- Department Chair of Columbia BioChem and the advisor of Eve

Professor Tobin (Toby) -- Dept. Chair of Purdue BioChem

Tom Fawcett -- Tobin's star grad student in Purdue BioChem, gossip and peeper

Ann Dybvig, Michelle, Sharon Sargent, Liz, Marsha -- wives of Statistics Faculty at Purdue

Jim Dybvig, Mike, George Sargent, Steve, Andrew, John -- faculty colleagues in Statistics, of Adam at Purdue

Paul Hart -- faculty colleague of Eve in Purdue BioChem

Sarah Hart -- wife of Paul Hart

Chapter 1

Adam gets a job in Indiana

Adam Smith was about to finish his PhD with a Statistics degree at NYU (New York University), the culmination of a six-year sustained effort. It would be a perfect time to celebrate with his girlfriend Eve Abbott, but she had dumped him. She had her reasons. One of the big ones is that Adam got a job at Purdue and Eve categorically refused to move to a small town in Indiana. Eve was a grad student in Biochemistry herself, up at Columbia in northern Manhattan.

"I will not be one of those women who follows her man to the ends of the Earth and be put on the mommy track. I'm an ambitious girl and I want my own career," she had said, during their prolonged "discussion" which was brutal, it seemed to Adam.

"l love you and I probably always will, but pointlessly moving to some Podunk town in the lost Midwest is out of the question. Why did you accept that stupid job without even consulting me? Sorry Adam, but I'm not going. Goodbye, and good luck."

Adam had memorized Eve's angry speech. He had replayed it in his mind often enough. It had been six months since Adam had even kissed a woman, a long time for a man of 28 years to be chaste. He missed Eve terribly. Eve, after all, was Adam's dream woman. She was pretty, sexy, sweet, smart as blazes, and her boobs were perfect: not too big and definitely not too small. She had hair that was soft and had a sheen to it worthy of a shampoo commercial. When she smiled, her teeth were a blaze of headlights that could light up a dark cave.

His tell that he was horny was the way he looked at the women walking about in Greenwich Village. It was his last week in New York before his trip west. A ten-minute walk would reveal around 2.7 women on average who were not wearing bras. Adam had done the math. Invariably their nipples would poke enticingly at their tops. One woman sitting outside at a lunch place, and braless, had her blouse undone to the extent where Adam, walking by, could see most of the luscious flesh comprising what people call breasts. Had he bent over he probably could have enjoyed seeing her nipples, too, but he was not about to debase himself by doing that.

He enjoyed looking at such women and using his active imagination about paths not taken. It wasn't just boobs for Adam, either. He loved the skintight leggings many wore, as well as the delightfully short skirts often decorating the streets close to Washington Square Park. Adam spent a lot of time with his right hand and his imagination running wild. Nevertheless, he missed the warm and loving touch of a good woman. It was a pity Eve had dumped him. Best not to revisit that, yet again.

Adam got his Ph. D. and went out for celebratory drinks with a few of his friends. He had a bottle of 1792 Bourbon at home. He proceeded to get thoroughly drunk. He continued the celebration alone and naked in bed with his right hand, while he looked at some X-rated pictures of Eve that he still had on his cell phone. It ended up being a rather morose celebration.

**

Adam was lucky. Jobs were rare, but nevertheless he got a tenure-track job at Purdue, a good university in Indiana. It was in West Lafayette, a small town. When he got there, he suffered a bit from culture shock. Luckily his colleagues were a great bunch of guys, and one woman. They quickly invited him to their (guys only) weekly poker games. Adam began to meet most of his colleagues. A guy can learn a lot about someone via poker, and Adam was beginning to get a feel for the personalities of most of his colleagues. Eve would have called them all sexist.

The discussions were mostly about sports, but one of the primary other topics was women. The men would discuss the wives of the other men. If one guy was not present, the men would speculate about his wife stripping naked, how good at fellatio she might be, and what she'd be like in bed. These conversations provided a lot of fuel for Adam's masturbatory efforts.

Adam had chosen his apartment in West Lafayette with care. His apartment had a view of the small woods behind the complex. While Adam hated mosquitoes and poison ivy, he enjoyed looking at nature from the comfort of his own home. He oriented his furniture, such as it was, to give him views out the picture window. He bought a second couch upon which he could lie and watch TV. He bought a little patio furniture for the balcony, for when the weather was nice. The mosquitoes did not come out until around dusk. He made sure he was inside by then.

A few weeks into the fall term, a welcome picnic was held out at a nearby county park. It was potluck, and the wives brought food. Adam felt as if he had fallen into the middle of the 1950s. Eve would have been freaked out by seeing the happy wives catering to their men. Adam thought her feminism might be just a tad overdone. Still, maybe Eve was right about small towns in Indiana.

Adam of course was a single man, so nobody expected him to cook, and he brought a salad. He enjoyed checking out the wives. Adam couldn't tell if they had deliberately dressed sexy, or if he was just so intensely horny it seemed like they had. He didn't realize it at the time, but the wives also enjoyed checking out Adam.

"I've heard that if a guy has a big nose, he has a big cock, too," Ann said to Michelle.

"I've heard the opposite. All the size is in the nose; nothing is left for his cock. We'll have to wait a week or two and then ask Sharon what's true in Adam's case," came the catty reply.

"You think Sharon can work that fast?"

"Steve is going to that big conference in Barcelona next week. Sharon's staying home with the kids. She's pissed she's going to miss seeing Spain, especially Catalonia. She's more than pissed. Livid, I'd say."

"I get it. John is going, too," Michelle said. "I could use some good paella in my tummy." Ann heard her sigh. "Maybe I could be happy with Adam's cum, instead?" Michelle teased.

"Ooh, you bitch, you," Ann said, laughing loudly.

"I guess it'll be open season on poor Adam. We'll have to arrange for Marsha to throw one of her infamous parties," Ann said. Both women giggled. "By the way, Jim is going to the meeting in Spain too." Jim was Ann's husband.

"Sharon is all hat; no cattle," Liz said. "She's an amazing flirt, and probably all of your husbands have seen her big boobs at one time or another, especially when she was breast feeding, but that's as far as she goes."

"Yes, I remember. She was not especially modest when she was breast feeding, was she?"

"I think our husbands were all wishing they could take a suckle at her boobs," Liz said, giggling after she said it. "Maybe even a few of them did..."

"And you know this, how?" Ann Dybvig asked. She knew though that Liz and Sharon were tight. If anyone knew, it would be Liz. Sharon herself would obviously know of course, but she would never say.

**

A touch football game began. The shirts team picked Adam as their quarterback. Nobody but Jim realized Adam was gifted athletically, even though he hated competitive sports. In high school he had run track and gone bowling with friends. He had bowling trophies up the yazoo: High games, high series. One time he fell one strike short of a perfect game. He kept the trophies at his parents' home. His mother had an old cigar box filled with his track medals. Adam did not brag; even Eve herself had no idea that Adam was such a natural athlete. In college Adam had done nothing -- zip. He had even turned down an athletic scholarship.

Adam was throwing perfect spirals, and they were perfectly placed. Most of the time his teammates, lacking talent, couldn't catch his passes. One even bounced off Mike's chest, it was thrown so hard. Adam didn't mind. It was only a game to have fun. The wives noticed his talent, however. They were impressed.

For the second game, Adam was on the skins team. As he removed his shirt Ann and several other wives gasped. Indeed, every wife noticed Adam's impressive six-pack. Adam seemed to be batting a thousand when it came to impressing the wives. He was oblivious to this, since the women were not only married, but they were also married to his colleagues! Don't trash where you splash, as they said at the beaches of New Jersey. He could admire their sex appeal, but acting on it was off the table.

As predicted, Marsha threw a Halloween party. It had a killer punch. Most everyone was drunk, as was routine at Marsha's parties. Marsha organized a game, designed to get people to kiss. All the men enjoyed kissing the wives of their colleagues, and the women enjoyed it, too. Nobody enjoyed it more than Adam, who had yet to find a woman in Indiana even just to kiss. When Adam kissed Ann, he almost lost his mind. Ann gave him the hottest, most seductive kiss he had ever had. Was she coming onto him, or was that just the way she kissed? Maybe it was the way she kissed when she was super drunk, and it didn't mean anything.

Ann didn't strike Adam as especially flirtatious. Also, she was flat chested and had a bit of a stick figure. But she had four things going for her: she had a pretty face, naturally blond hair, a sweet personality, and boy-oh-boy could she kiss! Adam tried to forget about the kiss from Venus, but he found it hard to do.

Adam was consulting with some professors in Agricultural Economics (AgEcon). This got him invited to an AgEcon party. A contingent of AgEcon graduate students were from Mali, in French West Africa. One of them was a siren. Adam couldn't get over how pretty and seductive Jocelyne ("Call me Jackie") was. Adam and Jackie went on a few dates, but nothing serious happened, nor was it going to. Jackie was somewhat casual about sex, but not casual enough for Adam. He could get her bra off, but not her panties. Adam was frustrated, even if Jackie kissed him nicely. Her skin was a lovely shade of brown, and her boobs were perky and sweet to the taste.

The AgEcon party put Adam on the graduate students' party radar. At the next grad students party he attended, he made the acquaintance of Alicia, a BioChem woman. She knew his former true love, Eve Abbott. Jackie was going nowhere; she refused even to touch his genitals. Alicia, in contrast, seemed much more promising. She was a bit busty and wore a T shirt that said "Made in Florida" right across her boobs.

Adam and Alicia dated a bit after the party. Alicia insisted their relationship had to be kept top secret. Adam didn't know why, but he was happy to comply. If he didn't his times with Alicia would end; she made that clear.

Adam took Alicia out to the movies. She was nervous someone she knew would see them together, so while she was sexy and let him feel her up a bit in the movies, afterwards she explained her paranoia, saying she didn't want to be the subject of sleazy gossip.

Indianapolis was only an hour's drive away, so for the next date Adam took her to dinner in Indy. After dinner they walked around Broad Ripple, a romantic neighborhood, and had a few drinks at an upscale bar. Adam felt he was too tipsy to make the drive back to West Lafayette, so he proposed a hotel. Alicia agreed, but with the caveat they'd get a room with two beds. At 3 AM Alicia moved to Adam's bed, wearing only her bra and panties. Adam had never before been waked from a sound sleep via a hand job, but he had always said there's a first time for everything.

At 7 AM Adam was waked again, this time with a lovely warm, wet feeling engulfing his morning wood. Alicia had lost her bra, but she was still wearing panties. Adam slipped his hand under her panties and began to caress her sex. Alicia groaned happily, and she lifted her hips as he slipped her panties off. Adam finger fucked her to her first climax with him.

Adam spirited Alicia down to Indy for their second date, too. They spent the night in the Radisson hotel. Alicia was taken with Adam, about whom she had heard great things from Eve. She still insisted on separate beds, but as it turned out only one bed ended up being used. The bed was very well used, as all of Alicia's sexual reluctance, and all of her emotional reserves, seemed to vanish in the fog of the rainy night. Adam's investment in condoms proved unnecessary, as Alicia let him fuck her bareback.

Adam began to romanticize rainy nights. Months later he would get an erection when there was a serious rainstorm. His first time with Alicia during the fog and rain was unforgettable.

On their seventh date down in Indy, Adam discovered the reason Alicia was so obsessed with secrecy about their affair. Her husband Brad was due to return, on leave from the Navy. The only hint that Alicia was married came a few days before Brad's return, when Alicia began to wear a wedding ring. Adam only noticed while, by chance, his cock was deep inside her wonderful pussy.

Not only was Alicia married, but she was married to a lieutenant in the Navy who was well trained in the use of guns.

"When were you going to tell me you were married?" Adam calmly asked Alicia during their post-coital discussion. His outward calm hid his inner fury.

"I thought you knew," she said. "Everyone knows I'm married. I thought Eve would've told you. Brad is assigned to a nuclear submarine, and he's gone for long periods. I suppose he expects me patiently to wait for his return, but I'm a girl who has needs."

"Does Brad know and understand that?" Adam asked.

"No, not at all. If he stumbled upon us while we were in bed together, he'd probably kill us both. I'm sorry; I really did think you knew," Alicia said in some of her last words exchanged with Adam.

A few weeks after the break with Alicia, Adam's cell phone rang. It was Eve.

"Don't say anything, Adam. Just listen. Jobs are rare in BioChem this year, and I'm invited for an interview at Purdue. I'm coming out this weekend. They're putting me up at the local Holiday Inn. The job even has a large start-up payment to construct my lab."

Adam was so stunned he couldn't speak.

"Adam? Adam are you there? This is Eve, remember me? The girl you always called your true love. Hello? Hello, are you there?"

"You're coming out this weekend?"

"Yes. Want to get together?"

"Of course I do. Are you flying into Indianapolis? I could get you at the airport."

"They're sending a graduate student to meet my plane. I don't know if you're seeing anyone, but I was thinking maybe I could stay with you instead of at the Holiday Inn? I mean, I'm sure the hotel is nice and everything, but I've missed you. If you've got a sexpot in your life, well, I'll understand. There's always the Holiday Inn, and --"

"You're staying with me. I'll text you the address."

"Before you commit, let me confess. After we broke up the word got out and it seems like every guy in Columbia BioChem dated me and tried to lay me. Apparently, I have sex appeal."

"Did you -- "

"Yes, a few times. I even got an STD, but that's over and done with now. Thank heaven for antibiotics. Do you still want me to stay with you? I'll understand if --"

"You're staying with me, Eve. That's settled. I'll text you my address."

Adam didn't see Eve's huge smile, it being over the phone and all, but he was too happy to notice anyway. He understood Eve's remark that she had sex appeal. Besides her pretty face and thick head of soft brown hair, she had an hourglass figure and perfect C-cup boobs. In the summer she often went braless, and Adam knew her pokies were the talk of the BioChem labs. She was also dynamite in the sack, wrapping her legs around him, and typically moaning up a storm. Eve -- at least for Adam -- was perfection itself. What made Eve truly sexy, however, was her mind. Adam could always see the sexual desire Eve had in her root beer-colored eyes. He had thought it was only for him, but maybe her lab partners had seen it too?

"I already have your address. A friend of mine, Alicia Friedman at Purdue BioChem, looked you up for me. She also checked you out. I had to emphasize you're off limits since you're mine, or she'd be in your bed by now. Maybe she already has been; I don't trust her. I know men find her hard to resist. Apparently, you have sex appeal, too," she said.

Eve knew all about Adam's hot and heavy affair with Alicia. Alicia had kept her well informed. Eve had figured it was a way to keep Adam from exploring the wide world of available women in mid-north-central Indiana. She knew Alicia was hopelessly in love with her husband, so she didn't feel Alicia was a threat. She could always reclaim Adam for herself, should the opportunity arise, or at least she hoped she could.

Adam was stunned. He didn't share that he had already had an affair with Eve's friend. However, from something in her tone of voice, he felt that maybe Eve knew anyway. Girls talk; he knew that. He recovered quickly, however.

"Who knew?" Adam replied. "Anyway, I'm not easy, you know."

"Yes, you are. Remember our first date?"

"That's different. I knew you were the girl for me. You still are. Besides, the sexist paradigm we live in means you're the one who's easy. Men are supposed to try to lay any sexy woman who's foolish enough to agree to go out with them. It was up to you to say no, or not, on the first date, or some such nonsense."

"I don't accept that paradigm, and you know it."

"Yes, but here in Indiana it truly is the dominant one. "

"Why am I not surprised?" Eve said, suppressing a giggle.

"I'll see you this weekend. Safe travels, my love," Adam said, and after some kissing noises the two former lovers hung up. If Adam had anything to do with it, the adjective former was about to become non-operative. He knew he was still in love with Eve.

Chapter 2

Tom Fawcett does some harmless peeping

The airplane arrived early at the Indy airport. Eve was nervous. Her fight with Adam leading to their split was brutal. She said quite a few things she now wished she hadn't said. While it was encouraging that Adam wanted her to stay with him, and she hoped he would take her offer as an olive branch, it was far from clear in her mind that he would.

Also, she didn't yet have an offer from Purdue. This was just an interview trip. She felt it was likely she might get an offer, but she had strong competition from graduating biochemists at Stanford, Harvard, and MIT. She was the only woman among the elite small group, but did that still matter? Purdue is not top ranked with Columbia, Harvard, MIT, and Stanford, but it is a good place, and in the awful job market currently, it was the best place with a job available.

A Purdue job for Eve, while being in a cultural desert in the middle of nowhere to her way of thinking (it being deep Indiana), had the big attraction for her of Adam being there. While she may have trouble adjusting to life as a Hoosier, she would at least be with Adam, assuming he would take her back. She felt it was a big assumption. If she got the Purdue job, could she accept it if Adam no longer wanted her as his romantic partner? A lot was riding on this weekend!

Eve felt she should pull out all the stops. She knew Adam always liked it when she went without a bra. So too (it seemed) did all the male graduate students in her Columbia lab, several of whom she had dated, and a select few of whom had succeeded to lay her as well. Maybe all men liked bralessness? Maybe it conveyed a certain sexual availability? She was never sure just how the male mind worked, but in Adam's case it was clear to her.

Now in Indianapolis, she stopped in a women's room along the sparkling clean hallway leading to the TSA area where her ride would be waiting for her. There she had a refreshing pee, and quietly removed her bra, placing it in her rather large purse. She was glad she had worn a bra, because the man seated next to her kept putting his hand on her leg. Maybe he felt that her mini skirt was an invitation? It certainly wasn't! Eve removed the unwelcome hand four times. She could only imagine how much more awkward it would have been had she been braless too.

Eve quickly saw a young man, clearly a graduate student, holding an iPad with the name EVE ABBOTT written in boldface new roman script, stretching out to the width of the iPad screen. It probably was not necessary, as he seemed to recognize her. She guessed it was from her picture on her Columbia web page.

She approached him, and they shook hands, exchanging names. His was Tom Fawcett, and he had a huge smile, seeming thrilled to meet her. Indeed, Eve was surprised to see such an overwhelmingly positive greeting. She did notice, however, that he kept looking at the pokies in her blouse. Men are the same everywhere, she thought to herself, having a silent giggle.

Tom was an advanced student, maybe even older than Eve. He was also a handsome man, with broad shoulders, a tight ass, a day's growth of beard (which Eve found to be fetching), and muscles abounding in all the right places. His hair was rich and thick, and his eyes were milk chocolate brown.

Once they were out on the highway, Eve and Tom began to converse. Tom began, "I feel like I know you. I hope you take the Purdue job."

Eve replied, "I haven't been offered the job, and there's stiff competition."

"True. True enough. Well, we'll see."

"That we will. Why did you say you feel like you know me?"

"One of my best friends is Sean Marshall."

"Sean Marshall of Columbia BioChem?" Eve nervously asked. Sean was her primary lover after The Great Breakup, as she thought of her parting of the ways with Adam. Sean never seemed to be able to get enough sex with Eve, and to be fair, Eve loved having sex with Sean. She never had to fake an orgasm with him. He ran her ragged. Since all he ever seemed to want from her was sex, all kinds of sex, she broke things off. Sex is fine, even nice, but Eve wanted more out of a relationship. Sean never seemed to get over the breakup, but that was his problem.

"Yes, that's the one. He thinks highly of you."

"Really? Even after I left him for others?"

"He knows it was your way of coping with your split with Adam Smith. He was just glad to get to experience you."

"What do you mean by him experiencing me?" Eve nervously asked.

"I think you know."

Eve didn't respond. Tom drove on, silently. Finally, Eve couldn't stand it anymore. She had a cultural understanding of how men discussed women. She didn't need the details; she assumed Sean had conveyed embarrassing sexual things about her. When she got back to New York Sean would get an earful.

"Was it just words?"

"What do you mean? Of course it was words. That's how people communicate."

"I mean..." Eve hesitated. "Did he, uh, share pictures of me?"

Eve looked at Tom and he had a smile that would make the Cheshire Cat jealous. Eve's heart sank. In a charitable move, Tom sort of changed the subject. "Sean said you often dressed without a bra. I see you're without one today."

"I hope you're not offended by my attire," Eve replied, only partly in sarcasm.

"I'd be happier if you unbuttoned a few buttons of your blouse," he said.

"That might distract you from your driving. I'm sure it's unwise. Sorry, Tom."

"Sean said your breasts are magnificent. A national treasure, he said. He said the pictures didn't do you justice," Tom said.

"He sent you pictures of my boobs?"

"They're really gorgeous."

"Thanks. I guess." Eve replied. After some thought, she added, "There's a rest stop in five miles. Pull into it, please."

Eve went to the toilets at the rest stop, used the toilet, and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. She wanted to be ready for Adam, and she didn't mind teasing Tom a little, either. Back at the car Tom immediately noticed the open buttons.

"Right. I like what you did. How about three or four buttons?"

"Four buttons will give you one hell of a view. If I undo four buttons then I'll drive the rest of the way," Eve said. "We'll both be safer. Don't worry; I know how to drive a stick shift."

Tom could not believe his luck. He could see most of her boobs. Her blouse still hid her nipples, but only barely. Tom reached over and pulled a flap of her blouse just a bit and her right nipple popped out.

"You're going too far, Tom. No molesting!" Eve said, showing some anger. She began to button back up but stopped after Tom's sincere apologizing became excessive. After that, Tom just enjoyed the show and the occasional movement of the blouse when it revealed a little more. He'd have to tell Sean what a delightful tease Eve is.

Eve had put Adam's address into Google Maps, and she was using it to get to his apartment. "This isn't the way to the Holiday Inn," Tom observed.

"No, I'm going to a friend's place. I may stay there if things work out."

"Whose place? Maybe I know her?"

"I doubt it. He's in the Statistics Department."

"Adam Smith?" Tom asked.

"You do know a lot about me, don't you?" Eve said. There was a trace of amusement in her voice. She was flattered a bit that she was discussed to such an extent. It occurred to her that she could just as easily be offended.

Eve couldn't shake Tom. She reluctantly let him accompany her to the door of Adam's West Lafayette apartment. She introduced the two men to each other, and to her annoyance Adam invited Tom in. Adam was too polite for his own good. An hour later, after some less than subtle hints, Tom finally left.

Adam kissed Eve as soon as Tom was out the door. Eve always melted when Adam kissed her like that. Tom ran to his car and got his Nikon camera with its telephoto lens. If Adam and Eve were close to the living room window, he found a place where he would have a good view. They were still kissing when Tom got settled in. Then to his disappointment (since Eve was still dressed), they both sat and talked.

After Eve's apologies for her behavior, and Adam's clear enjoyment at the irony that Eve was now hoping to join him at Purdue, they began to discuss their lives after The Great Breakup. Adam pushed Eve to tell him about her sexual activities. She was reluctant, since she worried he'd be grossed out. On the other hand, she remembered how aroused he used to get in bed when she'd recount a few sexually wild things she had done before they had met, going all the way back to junior high school.

Eve began. She began with her fling with Sean Marshall. Sean had called it full body sex. As she spoke, she noticed Adam was getting an erection hearing her recounting. When she told him about Tom Fawcett and his friendship with Sean, and the explicit pictures Sean took of her, and which he seemed to have sent to Tom, she saw Adam's tent of his pants get significantly higher.

"Is that why your blouse is unbuttoned, and Tom was practically drooling?"

"It's unbuttoned for you, Adam. Tom is collateral peeping damage. He's seen pictures of my boobs in any event, thanks to that asshole Sean."

"What happened after Sean?" Adam asked.

"After Sean there was Everett Duflo, but that was short lived. He just wanted to use me for sex, which he did. What you'll really want to hear about is the Keynes twins."

"Twins?" Adam asked, his cock practically bursting in his pants.

"Yes, John and Maynard Keynes. John asked me out first and Maynard got jealous. They almost came to fisticuffs over who was going to date me."

"I would think you'd have some say in the matter?"

"Yeah, they dumped the choice on me. There was no good answer. So I..."

"Oh my God, you didn't?"

"I did. I suggested we all three do something together. I really did suggest it in all innocence. I was thinking miniature golf out at Chelsea Piers, or some such thing."

"But I'll bet they took you to a movie, you three sat in the back row, with one on either side of you."

"Excellent guess. I suppose I was naïve."

"Just a tad, yes," Adam said. He managed not to laugh. "Did you manage to escape the movie theater with your clothes still on?"

"Yes, but John pocketed my bra, and Maynard stole my panties."

"You wore a bra?"

"Yes. I'm not the slut you seem to think I am."

"Yet you were braless when you arrived here. Tom was really enjoying the peeks you offered. The man was drooling," Adam pointed out.

"That was for you, you jerk. You know it, too."

"Continue with the story about the twins. What happened after the movie. Wait -- did you climax in the theater?"

Eve just smiled.

She continued, "They took me to John's place because his roommate was out of town and they both fucked me, back-to-back. I had a screaming orgasm when John fucked me. Happy?"

"Continue, please." Adam knew that Eve climaxes easily.

"They spit-roasted me. I ended up spending the night naked in John's bed with a twin on either side of me. During the night I lost track of which twin was fucking me. They took turns. I was a wreck in the morning. And before you ask, no, I would not let them near my ass. It's still pure for your plundering, should you ever want it, unlike my pussy."

At this point Eve was naked with her clothes scattered about. They were seated on the large couch oriented to give a view of the woods. Adam was quickly finishing undressing.

Tom was positioned in the woods with his telephoto lens. He couldn't believe his luck! There was Eve, naked, her boobs on prominent display. The expression on her face was one of pure lust. Well, maybe the lust was contaminated with love. Tom was not that discerning. The important thing was that he was clicking away. Could this get any better? Yes, it could. Bending over, she took Adam's hard, erect cock into her mouth, slurping up and down its length.

Tom zoomed in on her throat, and yes, he was rewarded! He could see her throat bulge, just a little, each time Adam plunged his cock into her mouth. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. He switched to video. Apparently, Eve could deep throat! He'd never met a woman who could deep throat before, and he had tried hard to find one. Her boobs jiggled sexily as Adam plunged repeatedly into her mouth and down her throat. Eve was something else.

Sean had never mentioned Eve giving him a blowjob, so he must have missed out. He had described in some detail how Eve fucked, and in his words, "She is the best I've ever had." Yet here she was giving that lucky bastard Adam -- a fucking statistician, no less -- what to all appearances was the best blowjob this side of the Mississippi River.

After the blowjob Adam went down on Eve. Tom got some spectacular views of her boobs with her hard, erect nipples as Adam had his head between her legs. Eve's nipples were perfectly centered, and when they were erect due to arousal, they became long and thick.

Tom stayed to watch. His patience was rewarded when Eve climaxed. He got to record the climax with his camera and its telephoto lens. As Eve came down from her climax she opened her eyes. By chance her gaze fell upon Tom and his camera. Tom had become so excited by his wonderful photographic luck that he had become careless at remaining hidden. Eve's eyes bulged with surprise, then expressed shock, then disgust, and finally ended in anger. Her sequence of expressions was recorded in Tom's rapid-fire camera. Sadly for Tom, Eve led Adam into his bedroom. The show for peeping Tom was over.

Was it even possible? She seemed content to tease him with her boobs for much of the hour-long drive from the airport. Sean said half the men in Columbia BioChem had enjoyed her charms. Maybe it's not that hard to seduce her? Worth a try, he thought.

Chapter 3

Eve was all smiles on the trip back to New York. She felt her interview had been a success; her talk had gone well. She was fairly sure she had repaired things with Adam. Now she really wanted the Purdue job, even if it was in deep Indiana. Sadly, she'd have to wait several months to learn if she got the job. Tom had driven her to the Indianapolis airport and his behavior was creepy. He got nothing from her, not even a farewell peek at her boobs.

Her skirt was short (not quite reaching mid-thigh) so Tom got a good gander at her legs. Eve was proud of her legs, which were shapely and thin. They included a thigh gap at her crotch.

As soon as she got back to her lab at Columbia, every guy who had scored with her wanted to date her again. She turned down everyone, preferring to live off the memories of her times with Adam.

In February the chair of Purdue BioChem, Professor Sandoval Tobin, came to Columbia to give a research talk. Eve went to his talk of course, and to the dinner after his talk. The Columbia BioChem chair, Mike Nordhaus, tasked her with taking him to his hotel. Tobin was important, and Nordhaus thought Eve made good eye candy.

They took an Uber to Tobin's midtown hotel. Tobin invited her in for a nightcap at the bar. Eve saw danger signs all over the place. She felt damned if she agreed and damned if she declined. She now wanted the Purdue job, so she acquiesced. Tobin was in his early 40's and a spectacular biochemist, known around the world for his work. Eve was 28. Some said Tobin was on a short list for a Nobel prize.

Eve was wearing a blouse with an almost nothing bra, and a short skirt. She looked hot, and she knew it. Eve was on alert. Her mind was racing. She felt she couldn't alienate Tobin, so she had to play things out with care.

They had two drinks each. Eve excused herself, saying it was time for her to get back uptown. Tobin escorted her to the hotel lobby, as she planned to order an Uber on her cell phone. Eve however had enjoyed wine at the dinner, and her two cocktails at the hotel bar had rendered her drunk. In addition, she was wearing heels for the occasion. The consequence was that she stumbled and fell right into Professor Tobin, who ended up getting a serious feel of her boobs.

Drunk and nervously giggling, she apologized and simultaneously thanked the good professor for catching her as she fell.

"You seem a bit drunk, Eve. Are you okay?" Tobin asked.

"Yes, I'm a bit tipsy, I guess. No worries though, I only have to make it to a Taxi or an Uber," she said.

"I think you should relax at this nice hotel and sober up a bit. My room has two beds, so you could lie down on one until you feel up to heading home," he said.

"Oh, that's kind of you Professor Tobin, but I couldn't possibly..."

"I insist."

"You're sweet, Professor, but seriously, I think..."

"I insist," Tobin repeated, this second time with a hint of an edge in his voice.

Eve looked at him through bleary eyes. "We can discuss the advantages of working at Purdue in BioChem, until you sober up a bit," Tobin said. "I'll order some coffee from the bar. Do you take cream or sugar?"

"Oat milk, no sugar," Eve said, not fully realizing she was implicitly agreeing to rest for a bit in Tobin's hotel room. She really had too much to drink, she thought as she silently cursed herself.

Tobin put his arm innocently around Eve's waist to stabilize her as they took the elevator and then walked to his room. He gestured to the beds. Eve chose one and gratefully lay on it.

"Let me remove your shoes," Tobin said. "Let me also remove your panty hose. You'll be more comfortable." Tobin was quick, and Eve's befuddled brain was slow.

The bed felt wonderful, and Eve closed her eyes, just for a minute. She hadn't even realized Tobin had removed her panties along with her pantyhose. She was in the zone. All she had left on was her blouse, her rather short miniskirt, her seven bangle bracelets, her gold necklace she inherited from her grandmother, and her gold-tone counter-culture earrings from India.

The coffee arrived from room service. Tobin gave it to Eve, asking her to sit up to have a sip. "You don't want to spill it on your pretty blouse," Tobin said, as he removed her blouse. Eve was so out of it she barely noticed.

"Professor Tobin, this is inappropriate. I feel very exposed here," Eve weakly said.

Tobin was quite reassuring. "I understand. Tell you what: I'll remove some of my clothes too. That should improve your comfort level."

"Uh... what?" Eve mumbled as Tobin undressed himself as fast as a bunny rabbit.

"Have some more coffee, my dear. Would you like a little kiss to help you rest?"

They kissed. Tobin began to play with Eve's nipples as they kissed. At one point Eve moaned in response to Tobin's talented caresses and kisses. Apparently, the good professor's talents were not limited to biochemistry research. Eve felt Tobin's hard cock press against her thigh. He climbed further onto the bed. He pushed up her skirt and gently spread Eve's legs apart, and he found the perfect spot between her legs. Tobin's now hard cock began to poke alarmingly close to Eve's vagina.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked.

"Yes, of course but why... OH! Oh my!"

Tobin smiled as his cock sank all the way inside her. Boy, was this little grad student sexpot wet! He hadn't enjoyed a woman this wet and welcoming since his high school girlfriend, decades before. Tobin was pleased that as he fucked Eve, she fucked him back. She was really into it, and she even climaxed in short order. He pounded away with Eve loudly groaning and moaning away, until he emptied his balls inside her. Eve's moans were low pitched and gravelly.

"My goodness, Professor Tobin, we shouldn't have done that."

"Why?"

"Well because... oh shit, fuck it all -- want to have another go at it? That was almost a two-climax fuck."

Eve ended up spending the night and fucking Tobin three times, while giving him a deep throat blowjob once. They also discussed how nice the setup was at Purdue BioChem. Eve told nobody she spent the night with Prof. Tobin, and Tobin also kept it secret, thank God.

Chapter 4

Eve gets the job

Then it happened. Eve couldn't believe it: She got a call in the late evening on the ides of March, and Professor Tobin, the department chair and her erstwhile one-night-stand, offered her the Purdue job! She said yes right away and called Adam. There was no answer, so she sent a text. How disappointing that she couldn't share her news with her true love in real time. As soon as the text whooshed off, her phone rang. Without even looking at the caller id, she answered.

She opened with, "Hi, lover. Isn't it great news?"

"What news?" the voice of Sean replied.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were Adam."

"Sometimes I wish I were. I'm calling to congratulate you on the Purdue job offer."

"What? How'd you know? I only just this minute got the phone call!"

"I have my sources."

"Oh. Tom Fawcett called you," Eve said, figuring everything out. Eve had already pegged Tom as a busybody who seemed to know everything, even as it happened.

"You know, Tom's almost as obsessed with you as I am. In that vein, may I take you to my favorite Italian restaurant tonight to celebrate your offer? My treat."

"Sure. What time?" Eve decided in real time that she wanted to celebrate, and she liked Sean. She wished he could relate to her on some level that did not involve sex. She hoped if he pushed for some heavy-duty sex, and she knew he almost certainly would, she could fight him off. She wanted to be loyal to Adam, even if he had neither asked for it, nor -- probably -- expected it. On the other hand, maybe if she had kinky enough sex with Sean, a definite possibility given who he was, Adam might enjoy hearing about it? He had gone bananas when she told him of her spit roast at the hands of the Keynes twins. So maybe? Nope -- too risky!

The date with Sean went fine. He was a proper gentleman. At the end of the date, he gave her a kiss. Eve was so grateful he didn't sexually push her beyond her boundaries, that she poured all her sex appeal into her share of the kiss. Encouraged, Sean kissed her again, waiting for Eve to invite him into her apartment. Whether or not she'd take that step was a debate raging within Eve's mind. After all, he already knew her body intimately. She had no secrets left for Sean to explore -- or so she thought.

She wanted to have an intimate good time with Sean again. The sex she had enjoyed with him before was great. But she was worried about how Adam would respond. She had decided to keep no secrets from Adam. Maybe she could explain this to Sean? Who was she kidding? But she really did want to celebrate landing the hot job in BioChem. Since Adam was stuck in Indiana, and not even answering his phone, maybe, just maybe...

"Do you mind waiting while I text Adam?" Eve asked Sean. "Come inside please while I text him. I have to ask him a quick question."

Adam heard the phone ring and the text ding. He figured it was Eve, but at the time his cock was so far up inside Alicia's pussy he didn't want to kill the mood by answering. Alicia's husband was on a new mission near Antarctica. He'd be gone for a few months. Alicia liked to say her hubby was on ice.

Alicia however had no such compunctions when her phone buzzed. "Can't talk now Eve. Adam is royally fucking me. You were right about him!" she texted back. It's not easy to text while being sent to Nirvana, but Alicia is a talented girl.

Having read Alicia's text, any reservations Eve may have had about casual sex with Sean left the building. Eve turned and gave Sean a smoldering kiss. Eve knew she'd have to have a discussion with Adam about the guard rails of their relationship, but she felt no urgency just then. Sean reaped the benefits, big time. Sean had no idea a woman could be as flexible as Eve. She was like a human pretzel. For her part, Eve hadn't fucked a guy with her feet at her ears since she had been in high school. She was pleased she could still do it.

**

Eve's high about getting the Purdue job and reuniting with Adam was brought down to Earth a few weeks later, when her department chair at Columbia called her into his office. Eve had ended her affair with Sean two weeks earlier. Sean didn't care; he figured he could always start it up again with her. She seemed to have a weakness for him. Meanwhile he was pursuing Mary Nash. He had high hopes for her.

When Eve entered her department chair's office, he closed the door, which he never did when a female student was in his office. Alarm bells went off in Eve's head.

"I want to thank you for the role you played when Professor Tobin came to give a talk. And congratulations on getting the hot job of the year at Purdue BioChem," he said, seemingly without irony. "I'm not sure what you did, but Toby was thrilled. He raved about how gracious and accommodating you were. His praise seemed excessive when all you did was take him to the colloquium dinner, but who cares? Good is good."

"Thank you, Professor."

"No doubt you've heard the maxim that no good deed goes unpunished?" he said.

Uh-oh, Eve thought, as she nodded her head yes.

"Well, Toby asked us to invite his star student, a certain Tom Fawcett, to Columbia to give a seminar talk, and of course we've done so." Eve was going to speak, but Nordhaus kept talking. "Tom tells me Toby asked if you would give the same welcome to Tom that you gave to him. It seems a strange request, but I suspect Tom has a crush on you, quite understandable, given how pretty you are. It's no doubt arising from your interview talk at Purdue."

"I see," Eve nervously said. Holy shit, Toby wants me to go to bed with that peeping Tom creep? Nordhaus saw her emotions on her face.

"I suppose that means you should take him to dinner after his talk. The department will pay, of course. You're good at making small talk, so it shouldn't be too bad."

"Okay," Eve said, her mind working at 180 mph, trying to figure out a workaround to the situation. She couldn't afford to alienate either Nordhaus, nor of course her future department chair Tobin, or Toby, as she now thought of him. Shit, shit, shit!

She needed a consultation. Who could she talk to about this? Her mother would not even begin to understand. Maybe her sister Claire? No, Claire was on a long cruise, celebrating a second honeymoon with her second husband. Claire liked older, rich men, and they seemed to like her. So family was out.

She could talk this out with a girlfriend. Alicia would be an obvious choice, but she was ruled out because she was fucking her brains out with Eve's true love, Adam.

That left Sarabeth Krugman. Eve quickly texted Sarabeth, asking to meet somewhere for a coffee and an urgent, confidential discussion. They met at the Hungarian Pastry Shop on Amsterdam Avenue. Eve quickly went through the whole story. She left nothing out -- luckily Sarabeth was not judgmental. Eve even told Sarabeth of how Tom hid in the woods and photographed her having sex with Adam, using his telephoto lens. Eve had seen him, but she hadn't told anyone before, not even Adam. She also told Sarabeth how handsome Tom was.

After a discussion, Sarabeth fell silent while she sipped her coffee and nibbled at her slice of German chocolate cake. She thought things through. Finally, Sarabeth cut to the quick, as she was known to do.

"So... you are indebted to your thesis advisor Professor Nordhaus, who guided you through your thesis. Professor Tobin is going to be your new department chair when you get to Purdue. You can't afford to alienate Tobin, and you don't want to alienate Nordhaus, even if the latter doesn't realize what he's asking you to do. To add to the complications, it sounds like you might have gotten the job by fucking the brains out of Tobin, you clever little wench."

"No! That's not true. I --"

"I didn't say you fucked him to get the job. I just said it sure looks like it."

"Okay, that's fair, I guess."

"What Tobin is asking you to do, namely to fuck this peeping Tom pervert, is beyond disgusting. If you have an ounce of self-respect you have to decline."

"Yes, but how?"

"I would suggest you fake a bad case of Covid-19, or the flu, or something undetermined. Get some other unfortunate soul to take this creep to dinner. Do you have a colleague Tom could seduce? After all, he might be good in bed -- you just don't know."

"I have to go to his talk. I guess I could go while feeling sick, but how do I fake that?"

"You're much too honest. Look, it's easy. Make yourself look pale with foundation that's two shades lighter than your natural color. Get some green concealer and use it on your cheeks and forehead. Don't overdo it, though. Lay some groundwork the day before. Say you have a bad headache, for example. Walk slower, with shorter steps. Take your time when getting out of a chair. When you stand up at your desk, pretend to lose your balance a little bit and put your hand on your desk to "regain" your balance. People will notice; you don't have to say anything."

"Sarabeth, you're brilliant! Now all I need is to find a slutty BioChem student Tom might want to seduce. The only possibility, I guess, is Mary Nash. She's a prude and always wears a cross around her neck, says her prayers before every meal, etc. But Sean says she's the only girl he's ever laid whose passion comes close to mine," Eve replied. She made air quotes around the word passion.

"Make sure Sean tells Tom that, and that Mary can take Tom to dinner. You could go too, and excuse yourself to throw up in the bathroom. A girl vomiting is a huge turnoff."

"Brilliant. Sarabeth, you're a lifesaver!"

It didn't work out as planned. Professor Nordhaus sought out Eve the day before the visit. "I heard you're a bit under the weather?"

"Word travels fast," Eve replied, forcing a small dry cough. "I'm hoping it's just a cold, but it could be Covid or the flu, or that new RSV virus."

"Let's hope it's just a cold. See if you can mask it with some medicine, please. For some reason this is important to Toby, according to his student Tom. Toby is on some NIH committees that affect our funding, so a lot is at stake, and all you have to do is to go to Fawcett's talk and take him to dinner. I find it strange how much Toby wants you to do that. What happened when you took Toby to dinner?"

"Just between us Professor?"

"Of course."

"Well... when I went to interview at Purdue Tom Fawcett met me at the airport and drove me to West Lafayette, which took a little over an hour. I'm fairly sure he developed a crush on me. How that translated to Professor Tobin's insistence that I take him to dinner is -- quite frankly -- a bit puzzling. I suppose Prof. Tobin just wants to be nice to his star student."

"Well, he certainly is doing that! He even asked us to invite him to give a research talk. That's why he's here. His talk is this afternoon. I assume you're going?"

"Yes. I'll sit in the back so as not to infect anyone."

"Thoughtful. Thank you, Eve. I wish all my doctoral students were like you."

If he only knew, Eve thought to herself.

The signup sheet (done through Google Docs) for the dinner with Fawcett listed Eve Abbot as host, and also Sean Marshall, and of course Mary Nash signed up. Eve hadn't thought about dealing with Sean, but she felt she could handle him. She called a fancy Italian restaurant in midtown and reserved a table for four. Tom's talk was surprisingly good, even excellent. His results were creative and original. Also notable was the engaging and humorous way he gave his talk. He was also easy to look at. Eve was impressed, and she was surprised that she was impressed.

Eve had not made the same mistake she made with Tobin: She did not wear a blouse that opened. Instead she wore a stretchy top that hugged her boobs. Her nipples poked at her top with enthusiasm, but it could not be helped. She also wore leggings and a mini skirt over the leggings, so she felt protected.

After his talk Eve rounded up Mary Nash, Sean Marshall, and of course Tom. She ordered an Uber and the four of them piled into it. The elegant Italian restaurant was in midtown. Mary and Eve made the dinner conversation lively, while Tom and Sean tried to get both girls drunk by refilling their wine glasses at every opportunity. The girls cooperated, mostly because at $125/bottle, the red wine was the best they had ever tasted. Somewhat drunk, the two women met in the restaurant's ladies' room. "I think the men want to fool around with us tonight," Mary said.

"No shit, Sherlock," Eve replied.

"I want Sean," Mary said.

"I want neither. You can have both."

Mary giggled. "Don't be silly. I could never fuck two men in one night. My religion prohibits it."

"What religion is that? The Church of Our Lady of Promiscuity?"

Mary giggled in reply.

After the dinner the two tipsy women and the two men staggered off to the hotel, a short walk from the restaurant. When Sean suggested they all get a nightcap at the hotel bar he got no pushback from Mary, but Eve said she thought it was not a good idea. "I'm already drunk," she said.

Tom intervened and said that Toby had told him he absolutely had to share a "sunset in the city" cocktail with Eve. He ordered one for Eve and one for himself. Eve knew they were deadly drinks, and she wouldn't have been surprised if some powerful aphrodisiac had been slipped into her drink that fateful time with Tobin. Tom applied full court pressure, as they say in Indiana, and Eve finally caved. She rationalized her sexy night with Tobin had been too much drink, coupled with a bit of naiveté. Even if again she had overly imbibed, she was no longer naïve.

Eve protected her drink until Sean had the chance to goose her, and she turned on Sean in outrage. At that moment Tom quickly spiked her drink. Sean had already spiked Mary's, perhaps needlessly.

At the bar it was Tom who made small talk, while Eve sulked a bit. Mary was busy fighting off Sean's invasive hands. She wasn't fighting hard, and Sean got some excellent feels in. "You know apes groom each other, biting off ticks and other parasites from their partners? Well, I read recently that as humans lost much of their fur, their own grooming evolved into kissing," Tom said.

"Is that a fact," Eve said sarcastically. Oh, the joys of dating a biologist. Statisticians wouldn't normally read about the grooming habits of apes.

"No, it's just a theory. I do think, however, it's worth testing," Tom replied.

Eve smiled. She was beginning to like Tom a bit, even if he was a peeping pervert. He was quite entertaining.

"How would you do that?" Mary asked, equally sarcastic.

"Do either of you lovely ladies have any ticks?"

"I may have one on my left breast," Mary said with a giggle. "Sean, do you want to bite it off?"

"Decorum dictates we do that in Tom's room here at the hotel, not at the bar," Sean said as he took Mary's hand and began to lead her to the elevators. "You two coming?"

Eve wanted to say an ape wouldn't mind an audience if he were grooming some ape sexpot in a midtown bar, but she stayed silent.

To her own surprise, Eve let Tom take her hand and lead her over to the other couple and the elevator. She felt compliant, and serene. It must be that fucking cocktail again! They went up to the 15th floor and Eve was having déjà vu from her experience with Professor Tobin. This time, however, she was not blindsided. She knew exactly what the men had planned. Let Mary deal with it, she thought. She's helping to get her into this mess, after all. She didn't know, however, why she had let herself be led to Tom's hotel room. It had to be the effect of that deadly cocktail.

When they got to the room Eve made a beeline for the loveseat, thereby avoiding the beds. Tom plopped down next to her. Mary and Sean sat on one of the beds. Tom took out his phone and found a playlist of seductive music. Tom said, "I wonder which of us is the most evolved?"

"What do you mean?" Sean asked.

"I mean, who kisses the best. Let's each kiss Eve, and she can be the judge."

Very clever, Eve thought, but Sean and Mary both said it was a great idea. Eve thought what the fuck, it's only kissing. Sean began by kissing Mary, and as he did so he removed her top and her bra. Mary put up a little resistance, but it was only token, and now topless she continued to kiss Sean. Okay, Eve thought; so much for it being just kissing!

"Your turn with Mary, Tom. I'll now kiss Eve," Sean said. So far Eve had avoided kissing Tom. Eve had always enjoyed the way Sean kissed so she did not object when Tom moved to the bed, and Sean moved next to her on the loveseat. Eve saw Tom playing with Mary's boobs as he kissed her. Mary was even softly moaning. Yes, she definitely worshipped at the Church of Our Lady of Promiscuity, Eve thought.

Sean turned Eve's head and began to kiss her. To her own surprise, Eve quickly got aroused. She kissed Sean back with an unexpected enthusiasm. Sean began to lift Eve's top, but Eve was so wrapped up in the open mouth kisses she barely noticed. "Raise your arms," Sean whispered. Eve didn't know why she complied, but she did, and her top came off. While the two kissed, Sean began to play with her boobs.

"Do I have ticks on my boobs you need to bite off?" Eve asked. Sean moved his mouth to her boobs and focused on her now erect nipples. He once again marveled at how gorgeous Eve's boobs were. He had missed them. He also remembered what a great fuck she was, but he wasn't at all sure that was in the cards.

Mary, now without a skirt, was panting a bit from arousal. Her panties were pulled to the side and Tom had fingers inside her. Mary was quietly moaning.

"You haven't kissed Eve yet," Sean loudly said to Tom. "Let's switch." Eve was surprised Sean was so eager to switch again. Did Mary kiss better that she did?

Tom came back to the loveseat, as Sean returned to the bed, and a near naked Mary. Sean removed Mary's panties, and she was naked on the bed, but she kept her knees held tightly together. Sean resumed kissing her and while he did so, his finger caressed her crotch. Mary's resolve gradually weakened. After a few minutes of Sean's probing fingers, she relaxed her legs but only just a little. Sean took advantage of the opportunity, and his full hand quickly went between her legs. His fingers became busy where Sean figured they'd do the most good. Mary was rapidly getting good and wet.

Back on the loveseat Eve mentally braced herself, but to her great relief Tom did not try to kiss her. Instead, he whispered to her, "Let's watch Sean and Mary. If we're lucky, maybe we'll get to see them fuck."

Eve was a bit grossed out by Tom's suggestion. She was thinking about going down to the hotel's bar and waiting there. Maybe even she should go home, back up to Morningside Heights, and leave Tom, Sean, and Mary there in the hotel room. Suddenly, however, Mary spoke. As if she had read Eve's mind, she said, "Please don't leave me Eve. I need you here."

Tom raided the minibar and was handing out drinks to the three of them, giving the small bottle of Johnny Walker Black Scotch whisky to the already quite inebriated Eve. He remembered how Toby said that Eve was "a lot of fun" when she'd had a lot to drink. He had to use his imagination to continue Toby's thought.

"Ah, here's a tick," Sean said, as he kissed Mary's boobs yet again, to her fetching giggles. As Sean continued to kiss her boobs, circling in on her nipples, Tom leaned over and began to kiss Eve's naked boobs. Eve knew this was inevitable once Sean removed her top, and she was resigned to it. Letting it happen, she was pleasantly surprised by how well Tom kissed her boobs. The man had quite a few hidden talents.

"That's enough, Tom," she said, after he had suckled at her nipples for a solid two minutes.

Tom raised an eyebrow but desisted. Eve was impressed: Tom had raised a solitary eyebrow better than anyone else she knew. It was really arched. Yes, Tom does indeed have hidden talents, she thought to herself. She was gradually -- albeit at a glacial pace -- warming to Tom. Of course, with climate change glaciers are melting faster than ever. Eve almost giggled out loud when she had that thought.

Mary moaned. Her legs were now widely spread, and Sean's fingers were busy. Sean was positioning his body between her legs. His cock was ready to go. "In front of Tom and Eve?" Mary plaintively asked.

"Close your eyes, please," Sean said, looking at the loveseat. Mary giggled as the two friends closed their eyes. She groaned loudly as Sean entered her. She knew she was wet; she could even hear the sloshy sounds Sean's cock was making as it disappeared inside her pussy. They were a cute couple. Mary had large, D cup, floppy boobs, a flat tummy, and two skinny legs. Sean had rugged good looks that had helped him seduce Eve. Now he was using them to seduce Mary.

"Keep your eyes closed," Mary said. Eve sneaked a glance at Tom, and he was openly staring at Sean and Mary as they fucked. So much for the 'closed eyes' request. Tom's cock was out, too, and Tom was lovingly stroking it as he watched the lascivious scene unfold on the bed. Eve noticed it was rock hard, a little long, and quite thick.

Eve was embarrassed both by Sean and Mary fucking right in front of her, and by Tom gently masturbating next to her as he watched. This seemed like a great time to hide in the bathroom. She had to pee, anyway. Eve left the bathroom door ajar to make it easy to hear the erotic sounds from the bedroom, enabling her to keep track of the goings on. After a little bit, however, she wondered if it was even worse in the bathroom listening to the noises Mary was making. Apparently, she wasn't just noisy but quite a loud fuck. She couldn't believe Mary was happily fucking Sean in front of Tom, who seemed mesmerized as he watched. Indeed, even with Eve topless and sitting right next to him, Tom had given full attention to the copulation playing out in front of him, ignoring Eve. Eve was happy to be ignored, but also a little offended to be topless and right there, and still be ignored. Tom was stranger than she had thought.

Once in the bathroom, Eve lowered her leggings and panties to her ankles and removed her miniskirt. She was seated on the toilet but was having trouble getting a stream started. The sounds of the copulation in the bedroom were simply too distracting. What the hell, she thought; the pee will come. For now, she'll listen to the show going on. Listening for her was easier to handle than being there and watching. Having sex should be a private activity; she knew this intuitively.

There was another issue, too. She had enjoyed her affairs with Sean, and she knew he valued them, too. But here he was, fucking Mary with the enthusiasm of the possessed. Even though she no longer had any desire to fuck Sean (or so she told herself), Eve felt jealousy. What's wrong with me, she wondered.

She sat on the toilet with her mind racing, unable to pee for several minutes. The shock came when Tom, still with his hard cock out, entered the bathroom. Eve blushed and covered her eyes. "Having trouble urinating with all the moaning going on?" Tom asked. Eve just stared at him in horror. Nobody had ever seen her almost naked, on the toilet, in such a compromised situation before.

"Try whistling," Tom said. "I'd love to watch you pee, you sexy goddess."

"Please leave, Tom," Eve replied, and she closed her eyes. Hey, it works for ostriches, she thought to herself. She knew that was a myth about ostriches, but all myths have a grain of truth in them, right?

Tom began to whistle. He was good at it, too. Was Tom-the-asshole good at everything? Eve really wanted to pee, but Tom being there made it harder. Tom removed his shirt, becoming naked, and lay down in the bathtub. "Come stand over me and you'll be able to pee on my face," he said.

"You're crazy, Tom," Eve said. She was still unable to pee, however, all the more so now that Tom was there.

"Come on, Eve. It will be fun, you'll see."

"You really want me to pee on you? Won't you be humiliated?" Eve kind of liked the idea of pissing on the jerk, although she couldn't admit it.

"It'll be my first time," he said.

"Mine, too."

"We'll always have this moment of intimacy in our memories."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Eve said.

"You'll be able to pee. Get naked and stand over me, one leg on either side of me, whistle, and let loose. Let it happen."

"Okay," Eve mumbled. It was barely audible to Tom, but he heard. He smiled. Eve removed the last of her clothes. She climbed into the bath, completely naked, her legs straddling Tom's head. She looked forward to peeing on him.

Eve stood there for a while, waiting and hoping for her stream to start. From below her Tom studied her gorgeous pussy. He began to whistle. Eve was not talented at whistling, but blushing a bit, she nevertheless began to whistle, too. Jesus, she thought: I'm standing naked in a bathtub with Tom below me, him perfectly positioned to look at my sex, and I'm embarrassed because I'm bad at whistling? She almost began to laugh.

Eve was surprised when Tom's ploy worked. As she whistled her urine stream began, quickly turning into a flood. Niagara Falls came to mind. All her urine was cascading down onto Tom's mouth, chin, and the top of his beautifully chiseled chest. She let slip a small groan of delight: "Ahhh." Tom smiled in response. He couldn't believe this brilliant, gorgeous woman was fulfilling his longtime fantasy of having a sexpot pee on him.

Tom remembered that time with his older sister, Suzy. He was in high school and went to visit her. She was at Vassar College. She had just dumped her boyfriend who had cheated on her. She was depressed. After having had sex daily for a few months and now nothing, she was also horny. Tom had come to cheer her up, maybe take her to dinner off campus, and to shower loving attention on her.

It came as a happy surprise to Tom that during the visit they had sex. Afterwards they took a shower together. Tom had to pee, and his surprisingly kinky sister Suzy suggested he pee on her. Tom did. The shower washed the pee away, but the experience turned Suzy on. She practically sexually attacked him after she washed away his urine.

Tom never forgot the amazingly erotic experience. It's one thing to fuck your sister at college, but it's altogether another thing to pee on her. After the shower they dried off and had sex a second time. He never saw her again, except at Christmases, and then she always had a boyfriend with her, so nothing subsequent ever happened. Ever since, however, it's been a recurring fantasy for Tom to pee on a woman, or -- better -- to have a woman pee on him. Now it was happening!

Eve dressed and left, over objections from Sean and Mary. Tom was still in the bath enjoying being soaked in the sexpot's urine. She had to dress without her panties, which somehow Tom had hidden in the bathroom. Okay, she thought, so Tom has a souvenir. Panties are, after all, easily replaceable. At least she didn't have to fuck anyone. Just how pathetic a thought was that!

Chapter 5

Eve moves to Indiana

Eve had long ago figured out that Tom was making up remarks claiming that Professor Tobin had said them. He had been able to figure out the details of what happened between Tobin and her with the help of his friend Sean Marshall. Her disgust with Tom overflowed, and now that she was beginning her career at Purdue BioChem, she had to deal with him often. He did do one nice thing: he knew she was looking to buy a starter home, since houses were ridiculously cheap in Indiana, especially when compared to New York. Her parents were going to chip in to help with the down payment. Tom told her of a house that was going on the market soon. She asked to see it and she fell in love with it. Without further ado, she made an offer on the house.

Adam was disappointed that Eve didn't move in with him. He understood she was fed up with apartment living, but she also didn't ask him to join her in the house. He realized there was still work to do on the relationship to win her back. What Eve hadn't realized when she bought the house is that directly behind it, a bit uphill, was another house that, with binoculars, had a rather spectacular view of her living room and bedroom windows. Tom Fawcett knew this well. He helped Professor Tobin choose a housewarming present for Eve: miniblinds, which Tom helped to install. Eve was charmed by the gesture.

Tom had rented the house behind Eve's. He had oriented Eve's blinds for his viewing pleasure. Sometimes he would invite friends over to enjoy his "great view." Tom especially enjoyed watching Eve undress for bed. Once he even got a great view of her jilling off, too. Not only was Eve sexy and gorgeous, but now she was a professor. It was more thrilling for Tom to watch a professor get herself off than to watch a coed or even a grad student doing the same.

Word got out in the Statistics Department that Adam's true love Eve Abbott had joined BioChem as an Assistant Professor. All the wives were curious to meet Eve. Fingers flew across keyboards as every wife did Google searches for her, especially because she had not posted a picture yet on her Purdue BioChem webpage.

Frustrated, Ann invited Adam to dinner with the condition he bring his new heartthrob. This gave Adam a chance to approach Eve, hat in hand. She graciously agreed. Ann and husband Jim were thrilled they'd be the first in the Statistics Department to meet the elusive Eve. Ann was a bit shocked to see how pretty and sexy Eve was. Jim seemed to be enthralled with her.

Eve reduced her resistance to Adam, born of his hot and heavy times with her married friend Alicia. Alicia had given her all the details, and there was plenty to anger Eve. Nevertheless, she melted when Adam asked her out for dinner and a movie. She invited Adam in when he took her home, and Adam didn't leave for the entire weekend. He had to leave Monday to teach his classes. He didn't realize Eve's lipstick was on his shirt collar. This caused a fair amount of giggling among the girls in his classes, and Adam had no idea what the cause was. He even checked to see if his fly was open. It was zipped shut.

Being polite, Eve invited Jim and Ann (and of course Adam) over the very next week. The two men became lost in a detailed conversation about sports, while Eve and Ann gossiped. Eve began to like Ann quite a bit. Eve drank too much wine, and at the end, as they were leaving, Adam asked for a kiss goodnight. Jim did, too. As Eve kissed Jim, Ann kissed Adam. Eve was a bit surprised by the intensity of Ann's kiss goodnight. Ann's kiss once again set Adam's hormones ablaze. Seeing that, Eve gave Jim the kiss of his life. He talked about Eve's kiss goodnight for weeks.

Two weeks later Eve and Ann met at Panera for coffee and toast. An important feature was that Panera had an isolated table where the two women could talk in some privacy.

"You really made an impression on Jim. He can't stop talking about you," Ann said, after the preliminary small talk was out of the way.

"And you on Adam. He said you kiss like nobody else, sending sexual fire into his soul. His words, not mine," Eve rejoined.

"I was thinking... maybe we could act on these obvious attractions," Ann ventured. She was clearly nervous.

"I don't understand," Eve replied.

"Well, I discussed it with Jim, and we think maybe next time the four of us get together we could, uh, soft swap, just a little."

"Soft swap?"

"Yes. Adam and I would make out -- in front of you so there's no worries -- and you and Jim could do the same. It might be fun to fool around a bit with someone new," Ann explained.

"I see," Eve said, playing for time while her mind whirled at 6,000 rpm.

They did it. The two couples had a soft swap. It went a little farther than kissing and cuddling, as Jim got Eve's top and bra off (Eve always wore bras in Indiana) and ascertained just how soft her boobs were. Eve giggled to herself about the name soft swap, as she saw Adam also fondling Ann's small boobs, which she figured were just as soft as hers were. Nothing happened below the waist, so Eve thought it was not too bad. Hell, she even thought it was fun.

The second time Adam and Eve came to dinner at Ann's home after the soft swap, Ann managed to get Eve alone while the men again were lost in a conversation.

"This is a bit awkward, Eve. Jim seems taken with you," Ann said.

"I can see how that's awkward. I'm sorry," Eve replied.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm equally taken with Adam," Ann said in a voice slightly above a whisper.

Eve was gobsmacked and silent. Where was this going? She remembered the "soft swap" discussion, but she thought that idea, once done, had died. Apparently, it had not. The two women were silent for a while. Ann was scared to broach the subject. Ann refilled Eve's wine goblet. Eve was rapidly getting good and drunk.

"Don't answer this right away. You'll want to discuss it with Adam," Ann said in a soft voice.

"Uh... okay," Eve managed to get out. She was terrified.

"Jim and I would like to swap partners with you and Adam. This time a full swap," Ann said. There it was. She had said it.

Eve just looked at her. She thought about Jim. He was a good-looking guy and the star of the Statistics Department. She was flattered he wanted her. But did she want him? What ramifications would this have for Adam's career? Wouldn't there be tons of gossip? And how did she feel about Adam getting his rocks off with Ann? They were only just now recovering from her liaisons with Sean and (especially) Adam's with Alicia.

"Not that I'm not attracted to Jim -- I am. I like the way he kisses and that time he played with my boobs was wonderful. But Adam and I are kind of shaky these days. He's coming off a long affair with one of my best friends, and I don't know if our relationship could handle that kind of extra stress," Eve replied, after some thought.

"Alicia Friedman is a friend of yours?"

"Yes, well we're both in BioChem and it's a small world when it comes to women in BioChem, and we go back a long way... wait a minute! How do you know Adam's affair was with Alicia?"

Ann smiled. "Adam probably told you it was all hush-hush, right? Alicia always tries for secrecy, but this is a small town and very few secrets stay secrets here."

"Still -- how do you know?"

"How I know most things. There's a BioChem grad student who is just a little strange -- sexually, I mean," Ann replied, clearly with some hidden meaning, including a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "He is, shall we say, indiscreet."

"Tom Fawcett," Eve said, now just a bit scared. Ann nodded.

"I hear he likes watersports."

The groan from Eve's mind did not emerge. She figured Ann must know about her and Tom in New York.

"So... about the swap..." Ann continued.

"I'll talk to Adam. I can probably convince him. I'm sure he wants to lay you anyway, and quite frankly Ann, you're married to a hunk."

"No stealing of our husbands," Ann said, in mock fear.

"And we're not married. At least, not yet," Eve rejoined.

"Okay, then let's agree to no stealing of our men."

"Agreed."

The swap was set up for the next Saturday night. Eve had not had to work hard to get Adam to agree. He was still in the thrall of Ann's kisses. He wasn't wild about sharing Eve with Jim, but he felt having sex with Ann was worth it. Indeed, he was thrilled.

"I don't know what to wear," Eve complained.

"You always look pretty," Adam replied.

"But what's appropriate? Do I try to look sexy, or reserved? I don't want to look like I can't wait to have sex with Jim, you know?"

"How about a sweater and slacks?"

"Too traditional," Eve scoffed.

"Okay, how about going braless? It's your signature New York look, after all."

"That was in the summer, Adam, and lots of other women were braless, as I'm sure you noticed. This is Indiana and absolutely no woman ever goes braless. It's important I conform to the local customs."

"Wear a short skirt, then. Hoosiers with nice legs wear short skirts. You'll fit right in. Anyway, what does it matter what you wear? Jim will make sure it all comes off, I'm sure."

"You understand nothing. I'm dressing for Ann and for myself, not for Jim. I'll figure it out. Thanks for trying to help."

When Eve and Adam arrived at the home of Jim and Ann, Ann greeted them with their cocktails of choice. Eve was wearing a light pullover sweater with no bra underneath, coupled with an almost obscenely short skirt, with no hose or tights. She wore long, dangle gold earrings, emphasizing her long neck. Ann's eyes checked her out, and she smiled. "I'm not drinking, myself," Ann declared, "Instead I'm stoned out of my gourd. I love edibles."

"She loves them perhaps just a bit too much," Jim contributed. Ann giggled. Ann was wearing a blouse, a bra, and slacks. She didn't look overly sexy, but she did look pretty.

Eve was having second thoughts as she saw the way Jim looked at her. The meat counter at the local supermarket came to mind. As near as she could tell, Jim cared neither about her sparkling personality, nor her choice of earrings, nor her intelligence. All he wanted was to see her naked and then to exploit her curvy body to the max. She saw all this in his predatory gaze. After all, when was the last time a lion cared about the personality of an antelope?

Adam was having no compunctions, and neither was Ann. Sitting on the couch, in front of their two spouses, they began kissing. Ann again showed Adam she could kiss like nobody else. He couldn't put his finger on what it was with her kissing that drove him to distraction, but he didn't have to. He was happy just to be over the moon. He was enthralled. And oh yes, he was as hard as a rock, just from Ann's kisses.

Eve watched Ann kissing her true love, Adam. She was in a state of mild shock. She sat there, on the other couch, unable to move. Exhibiting horrific timing, without any understanding of the trauma going on right next to him, Jim tried to kiss Eve. Their lips met, but Jim knew her mind was far away, and he felt as if he was trying to kiss a cold fish.

Jim was not stupid. He was, after all, the star statistician of the department. Eve however was a woman, and not a statistics problem. No mathematical equations were involved when understanding, or trying to understand, human behavior. Still, this was not rocket science, and Jim realized, correctly, that the smart move was to absent Eve from the passionate kissing of Adam and Ann. He didn't want to do it, as he wanted to watch his wife get laid by this new hunk of the department, but bottom line? He wanted to lay the sexpot known as Eve Abbott even more.

Jim took Eve's hand and led her to the kitchen. As she silently watched he opened another bottle of Italian white wine. She gratefully took the proffered glass. Jim took the bottle in one hand and Eve's hand in the other. He led her to his study, to show her his trophy wall. In each foreign country he visited, he brought back a little symbol. He had a miniature Eiffel tower from France, a miniature Big Ben from England, a miniature Brandenburg Gate from Germany, miniature wooden shoes from Holland, and so on. Somehow, this display of cute souvenirs brought Eve back to the here and now, as she picked each one up and studied it closely.

Eve still could faintly hear Adam and Ann. She could tell from the sounds that they were still kissing. Eve looked up at Jim and cocked her head. She was wordlessly asking for a kiss. Jim smiled, and he obliged. Neither Jim nor Eve had the magical power of fantastical kissing that Ann possessed, but each of them seemed quite pleased, nevertheless.

Eve wrapped Jim's head in her hands, and she ran her fingers through his lush hair as they kissed. She made little sounds of approval. She was trying, and this made Jim happy.

Jim led Eve to the loveseat in his study and they resumed kissing. Jim began to paw Eve's boobs through her sweater. Eve moaned so softly Jim could barely hear her. He lifted her sweater tentatively, waiting for the possibility of pushback, but there was none. At long last Jim got to see Eve's boobs for the second time. They were just as pretty as Tom Fawcett had said they were.

When Jim played with Eve's nipples, Eve moaned loudly. Ann, whose hearing Jim liked to describe as bionic, heard the moans and smiled. She had been worried Eve had cold feet, and that the swap would fall apart. In the meantime, Adam could not get enough of Ann's spectacular kisses. Ann was getting a little frustrated at the glacial pace of her seduction of Adam -- or was it the glacial pace of Adam's seduction of her? She didn't want to appear to be a hussy and start undressing herself or undressing him. The usual sexist paradigm meant Adam should be the aggressor, and boy, was he taking his sweet time!

In frustration, Ann finally extricated herself from Adam's embrace to use the toilet. She left the door open in case Adam was a little kinky, but he left her alone even if he enjoyed listening to her urine fall into the toilet. When she returned to him, she was missing her slacks. Her blouse covered her pink, lace panties.

Adam took the hint. He smiled and undressed Ann above the waist, until all she was wearing was her pink panties. They continued to kiss, and Ann felt Adam's hard cock push against her naked thigh.

"Why don't you undress, Adam?" she asked. Adam quickly obliged. With Adam naked and Ann almost naked, the make-out session escalated quickly. Ann began lovingly to stroke Adam's hard cock, while Adam teased her nipples. Throughout it all, they continued to kiss.

Adam pulled Ann's panties down and off. By chance, at that moment Jim returned to the living room, pulling Eve behind him. Eve's discomfort at seeing her lover Adam naked and erect, with Ann also naked and kissing him, should have been apparent to all. It wasn't. Adam didn't even notice Jim and Eve were back. Ann noticed, but she was focused on how Jim was reacting to the sight of her with Adam. Jim had eyes only for his wife, eagerly awaiting the next steps.

Eve felt as if she were an extra in a pornographic movie. It was not a good feeling for her. Jim pulled Eve down with him onto the other couch, the one facing the couch of iniquity of Adam and Ann, but Jim had lost his focus on Eve. He seemed to be obsessed at watching Ann succumb sexually to Adam. Or was it Adam succumbing to Ann's seduction? This did wonders for Eve's inferiority complex and her sexual insecurity, always present but usually successfully suppressed.

Eve was topless, but she still had her skirt and panties on. Jim had undressed and was naked and hard. It wasn't clear to Eve why Jim was hard. Was it his prospects with Eve, whom he had at least temporarily forgotten, or was it from watching the Adam and Ann show unfolding right in front of them. She suspected it was the latter.

Eve felt nauseated by the whole situation. In addition, she did not really want to see Adam fuck Ann, an event which was obviously inevitable and indeed perhaps imminent. She grabbed her purse and walked quickly, boobs sexily bouncing, towards where she imagined the bathroom would be. She guessed wrong and had to return and cross the living room in front of Jim on one side, and the two lovers on the other.

Jim smiled at her as Eve reappeared. He gestured to her to join him, but she whispered she needed the toilet. He got up and silently followed Eve.

Eve had thrown off her skirt and panties both and was seated naked on the toilet, trying to pee, when Jim found her. She had tried to lock the bathroom door, but the lock was broken. Tom left the door ajar so he could better hear what he was missing with Adam and his wife.

Eve's face went pale. She feared that, like the pervert Tom Fawcett, Jim would ask her to pee on him. When Jim saw her face, he understood.

"Relax, Eve. I'm not Tom. I don't want you to pee on me. I just want to fuck you," he said.

The relief, bordering on delight, filled Eve's face. "Good," she said. "Let me pee in peace. You already have me naked, so come back in a few minutes and take me somewhere and we can get started!"

Jim noticed the change in Eve's attitude. He realized she was upset about Adam fucking his wife in the room next to the bathroom, but he was happy she was now naked and willing. God, she was sexy when she was willing. This was going to be great.

"I've never seen a woman pee before," Jim said, which surprised Eve, since he was married to Ann, who seemed to be anything but body shy. However, bathroom functions are different than sex, she reasoned.

Eve smiled at him. "No time like the present," she said. Those five words changed the atmosphere completely. She could see it in Jim's eyes. His sexual arousal was now focused completely on her. Eve was pleased. Now if only she could pee! Once again, she was having trouble getting a urine stream started.

"You can help," she said, looking Jim in the eyes.

"Sure. What do I need to do?"

"Whistle."

Jim began to whistle, and Eve joined in. Jim's eyes left hers and went to look at her crotch as she sat on the toilet. Eve watched Jim's face as she urinated. Okay, this was better than Tom and the hotel bathtub, but it still freaked her out a bit. Why were men so strange? She hoped at least Jim could give her a good fucking. She was ready for that!

Ann was disappointed. Where had her audience gone? Adam was ready to fuck her; it wasn't clear how much longer she could delay him. Well, why bother? she thought. She was ready. She was more than ready. She found herself squirming, wanting him inside her already!

"Fuck me, Adam. Fuck me now," Ann said in the sexiest voice she could summon. Adam entered her tentatively, as she was sprawled on the couch, her legs wide apart. Ann was having none of that and she reached around, grabbed his ass, and pulled with a strength that surprised Adam. He slipped all the way in. His balls were flush up against her groin.

"Ahh..." Ann mumbled. Then in full voice, "That's a good boy. Let me have it. I won't break."

As Adam began eagerly to plow away inside of Ann's luscious cunt, reminding himself that he was laying the wife of a colleague, Ann began to moan. Her moans resembled squeaks more than moans. Little, erotic, high-pitched squeaks, but they were loud! Ann wanted Jim to hear her getting royally fucked.

Adam was pleased. Fucking Ann was as thrilling as kissing her. He was enjoying how wet she was, and how warm, velvety, and tight her pussy felt. For her part, Ann was going crazy with Adam's powerful and yet somehow gentle thrusts, as he pulled almost all the way out, then thrust deeply back in.

"I guess those squeals from your living room mean Adam is fucking Ann," Eve said, with jealousy flavoring her tone. Jim looked at her guiltily, trying to wish away her discomfort. Eve then said, to Jim's great relief, "Come on, Jim. Do your duties."

Eve bent over the sink, thrusting her ass almost in Jim's face. Eve had refused to leave the bathroom, since doing so would mean walking by the two lovers in the living room, and she knew she couldn't handle that. It was bad enough just to listen.

Jim would have preferred to lay Eve in a bed, but there she was, naked and offering herself to him, and there was no way he was going to pass up this chance to fuck her. He grabbed her hips, enjoying her soft skin. He lined himself up, and he plunged on in. As he entered her, Eve let out a loud groan, magnified by the hard surfaces in the bathroom. Indeed, the bathroom resembled an echo chamber.

Eve's low-pitched, gravelly moans were as loud as she could manage to get out, as Jim frantically pumped away. "There's no fire, Jim. You can slow down," Eve grunted out. "Slow and easy wins the race." She had to admit, if only to herself, that she was enjoying the fuck, and she wanted it to last. She surely did not have to force herself to moan. At this point, she felt she might have had to force herself not to moan! She wanted to moan. She wanted to show that man-stealing bitch Ann that two could play at this game. And Adam? He could go to hell in a handbasket, she was so pissed at him.

Adam could not help but hear Eve's erotic moans coming from the bathroom. He suddenly remembered Jim and Eve were in the house too. He had become lost in his lust for Ann. He was still pumping away as he heard Eve's signature moans. He knew, just from the particularities of their sound, that she was not forcing them. Her moans were genuine, and she was enjoying being fucked. Was it the thrill of a new conquest, of fucking a married spouse, of the transgression of it all? It had to be that, right? Yes, that would explain it.

All good things eventually end. Both men emptied their balls in the partner of the other man. Ann and Adam snuggled up on the couch in their post coital glow, but it was hard for Eve and Jim to snuggle sweetly in the bathroom.

"Adam and Ann sound finished. You can lead me to a bedroom now," Eve said to Jim, as she pulled on her panties. Jim did exactly that. Once on the bed, Eve took Jim's flaccid penis and nursed it back to a full stature, using her talented mouth. "How do you want me, big boy?" Eve said.

Jim smiled. This must be what heaven is like, he thought. "Lie on your back and spread your legs, you pretty little thing," Jim said. Eve decided not to protest being called a "thing," and did as she was told. Removing her panties, she leaked Jim's cum onto the lovely bedspread that Ann treasured, and that made her smile. Ann had bought the bedspread during a trip to Florence, Italy, when Jim was the star speaker at a big international conference. The cum stain would be a nice addition.

Jim was drinking in Eve's naked body, and he decided not to wait. He wanted to fuck Eve as much as possible while he could. Eve was soon once again moaning up a storm. Her moans were extra loud. She knew she would scream when she climaxed, and she felt it was likely she would climax, too. No faking needed.

Jim loved watching Eve's boobs move around as he plowed her a second time in relatively short order. As the two of them fucked, Eve resumed her noises. Her moans penetrated every room of the house. Ann and Adam entered the bedroom. Eve was so wrapped up in her activities with Jim that she barely noticed them enter; she was surprised and alarmed when she saw a naked Ann with a naked Adam watching her and Jim go at it. Adam was as hard as a rock. Was he getting turned on by watching her with Jim, or was he turned on by the prospect of another round with Ann? How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?

Ann got on the king-size bed near Eve, and Adam's king-sized boner joined Ann, followed closely by Adam himself. This of course freaked out Eve, but since she was in the middle of being fucked and was on the bottom underneath Jim, there wasn't much she could do other than to close her eyes.

Adam entered Ann for the second time that evening. Ann resumed her squeals, competing with Eve's low moans. With Jim's occasional grunt added in, the bedroom was a cacophony of sexual sounds.

Tom Fawcett enjoyed the show immensely from his hiding place behind the slatted closet door. He was so glad his spying had alerted him to the planned wife swapping. He owed Sandy Ostrom big time for her amazing hacking abilities. She had cleverly chosen Ann's phone to hack, since it was an older model and wasn't protected by Purdue's excellent security software. The video he was making would be priceless. Maybe he could use it for a little harmless blackmail, to finally lay Ann? Or even better, to lay Eve? Just the thought made him smile and almost made him cum.

When both men had come inside the other man's partner, the men were spent. Having drunk a fair amount of alcohol over the evening, they were ready for sleep. After a short discussion, Adam and Eve accepted Jim and Ann's invitation to spend the night. To Eve's surprise, Ann got up and led Adam to the guest bedroom. Left alone with Jim, Eve was expecting a third round of sex. To Eve's chagrin, however, Jim rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly. Men!

Eve realized she too was tired. After ten or so minutes she drifted off into a light sleep and even began to snore. Hearing her snore, peeping Tom Fawcett emerged from the bedroom closet, silently leaving the room and heading down the stairs.

Eve felt she must have dreamed the shadowy movement in the bedroom that had waked her. Nevertheless, she was troubled. She got out of bed. She was barely decent, but it didn't bother her just then.

Eve could see by the ambient light provided by an almost full moon and the nearby streetlight that was close to the house. She grabbed her cell phone from her purse, turning on the flashlight feature. The closet door was ajar. Had it been before? She had never noticed. Even stranger, there was a folding chair in the closet and the seat was warm to the touch. She looked around and found a recent stain that could be semen.

She silently padded over to the other bedroom to check on Ann and Adam. Both were asleep. She could see Adam's flaccid cock and Ann's messy pussy. All were present and accounted for. She must have dreamed there was an intruder. Then she saw the flash of light coming from the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs. She heard the swish of the refrigerator door closing. She was freaked.

She decided to wake Jim so he could help her to investigate. The idea of a thief or rapist running loose in the house would certainly keep her from sleeping! She whispered Jim's name. No response. She gently shook his shoulders. No response. He was gone. She had worn him out.

Eve went to the guest bedroom. To her chagrin she discovered Adam was just as unresponsive as Jim. She had some success with Ann, and Ann got out of bed. Ann was naked so she threw on a nightgown. She grabbed Jim's old baseball bat.

Eve whispered and used sign language to explain the issue that there might be an intruder in Ann's kitchen. The two women silently made their way downstairs to the kitchen. Ann held the bat up, ready to strike the intruder at her first chance.

Eve's surprise at finding Tom Fawcett sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a Christian Moerlein beer, was total. Ann's surprise was genuine, but not as total as was Eve's. Sitting on the table next to his beer was Tom's prized possession: a fancy camera. Ann lowered her bat.

"Why are you here? What are you up to? How did you get into my home? How long have you been here? Shall I call the police?" emerged rapid fire from Ann's mouth.

While Ann was screaming at the amused Tom, Eve grabbed the bat and used it to smash Tom's prized Nikon SLR D500. She found the SD card amidst the wreckage of the camera and palmed it. Tom was now alarmed and angry, but grateful he had already uploaded his videos of the copulating couples to the cloud.

"Tom's a peeper, Ann. He was watching us make love and making videos of it, too. That's why I smashed his camera. Now maybe I should smash his skull, too. What do you think?"

"What do you want from us?" Ann asked in a trembling voice.

"I think I should go now," Tom said. "Let's pretend this didn't happen. The camera cost over a thousand dollars, you know."

"Recording people having sex without their knowledge is a crime," Eve said. "We can end your academic career before it begins."

"Please calm down, Eve," Tom said, and before he could continue, Eve said, "It's Professor Abbott to you, you piece of scum."

"I've never laid a professor, you know. You could be my first," Tom said. Then he looked at Ann, and continued, "Nor have I ever laid a professor's wife. It would be thrilling to lay you both."

"I'm sure it would," Eve said. "Purdue strictly forbids any sex between professors and students."

"Why would they know about it?" Tom asked.

"I'm sure Adam would tell them after he smashed your skull," Ann contributed.

"Adam," Tom scoffed. "He's been bonking Alicia Friedman and she's both a student and the wife of one hell of a scary Navy man. I can't blame him; she's the only woman I know who is as sexy as you are, Eve. If he can bonk Alicia all the time, I think I can have one go round with you. I'll make it worth your while, too."

Ann was holding the bat up again. "Get out of here, now," she said. She was upset too that Tom didn't think she was as sexy as Alicia or Eve.

"One quick question before I go, please. Are you two going to swap back in the morning?"

The look on Ann's face was priceless as she took a few practice swings. Tom quickly jumped up and, even though he had not finished his beer, he quickly left Ann's house. For the first time, he had felt as if he were in danger.

Once Tom was gone, Eve asked Ann how he could have gained entry to her home. "I saw you lock the doors before our fun began," she said. "The windows all look closed, too."

"He's a sneaky guy. Let's check the back door." The back door had a spring lock. Sure enough, duct tape had been cleverly placed. The door would close, but it could be pushed open. "He must have snuck in earlier and put on the tape, then returned when we were all --uh -- distracted."

Ann pulled off the duct tape with a flourish. The two women giggled with relief and returned to the kitchen and the bottle of Pinot Grigio. They were each drinking happily, giddy with relief, when Adam emerged. He was wearing his boxer shorts. "I heard some noise down here."

Without missing a beat Ann said, "We were wondering which one of us you will want to enjoy in the morning. Are you and Jim planning to swap us back?"

Always the diplomat Adam said, "You're both wonderful. Maybe I'll see who's sleeping next to me when I wake." He smiled. It was one of Adam's winning smiles. "In the meantime, how about a midnight kiss from each of you?"

"It's 3:30 AM," Ann said.

"Don't be literal," Adam replied, as he pulled her in to get yet another of her powerful kisses. Eve was jealous.

Eve quietly left and snuck upstairs. Jim was fast asleep and snoring. She could tell from the noises in the kitchen that Adam and Ann were about to fuck yet again. Frustrated, Eve decided to take a walk outdoors, under the waxing gibbous moon. She unlocked the back door and strolled over to the line of trees at the edge of the property. She was cold, but she didn't care.

Eve heard a rustling, and a small animal scurried away. Squinting, she decided it had been a rabbit. She felt her T shirt being lifted from behind. A rabbit would not lift her shirt! She almost screamed, but as she whirled around, she saw it was just Tom Fawcett. He was still loitering around Ann's house. Eve glared at him.

"I'm sorry I spied on you, Eve," Tom said in a voice that was almost a whisper. "I've just been so taken with you ever since you let me enjoy you back in New York last Spring."

"Well, you have been quite nice in helping me to set up my lab. You're smart, handsome, and original. It's a pity you're so strange sexually. I find it creepy, and I'm sure Ann does, too." Eve didn't tell Tom that she was sexually attracted to him. She didn't have to tell him: Tom could tell.

"I can be normal," he said, as he took Eve in his arms and kissed her. Eve was not expecting to be kissed. This was clearly sexual aggression and was outrageous, but what a kiss. The kiss was magical. Was it the moonlight, the cold and damp night air, the sexual charge of the entire evening? Eve didn't know and at that point, she didn't care. She returned the kiss.

Tom continued to kiss Eve, since he was encountering no resistance. He pushed up the long T shirt she was wearing, and he stroked her naked ass. He heard Eve emit a soft moan as they kissed. He kept lifting the T shirt until it was up at her neck. "Lift your arms, you sexy devil," he said.

"I'll be too cold without the T shirt," Eve said. She did not mention that he would be making her naked while kissing him. Tom was now as hard as he had ever been. Tom kissed her again, pushing at her arms as he did so. Eve submissively raised her arms, and the T shirt came off. It fell onto the damp grass.

She had noticed an eerily familiar feeling when they first met at Columbia. She had dismissed it but now she felt it again. When Tom finally broke the kiss Eve, now naked, asked Tom where he grew up. "There's something familiar about you," she said.

Tom smiled. "Kokomo, right here in Indiana," he said. "And you grew up in Peru, Indiana, am I right?"

"Yes," Eve replied, just a bit startled, and temporarily forgetting she was naked in Tom's arms, outside in the cold night air. "How did you know I grew up in Peru?"

"You had a boyfriend at the time, of course."

"What do you mean, of course?"

"A girl as pretty and sexy as you would always have a boyfriend. What was his name? If memory serves, it was Dick Thaler. Am I right?"

"You never cease to surprise me. How and why do you know these things?"

"Well, one summer you and this Thaler guy went skinny dipping. I happened to see you both."

Eve went pale.

"Did you see...?"

"Yes, not just your fabulous naked body, which I'm enjoying right now," Tom said as he fondled Eve's right boob, tweaking her rock-hard nipple, "but also you were the first girl I ever saw fuck. It was outstanding."

"Oh my God..."

"I was seventeen at the time. I've been waiting for the chance to fuck you since then. You are never out of my thoughts. I wanted to fuck you that time in New York, but I could tell you didn't want to. Tonight is my second chance."

As Tom was explaining, he had found Eve's pussy. It was just wet enough to allow a finger inside. Tom curled his finger up at exactly her G-spot. Not leaving anything to chance, he caressed her clitoris. Eve groaned loudly and held Tom tightly as they kissed. Her right hand dropped down and found his hard cock.

"This was bullshit, wasn't it? You haven't really been wanting me for what, the last ten years? That's not believable Tom."

"Nevertheless, it's --"

Tom stopped talking when he heard a loud groan from Eve's mouth. Her legs were shaky, and she sunk to the ground on top of the T shirt. Tom managed to keep his hand inside her as she collapsed. "Oh God," Eve moaned.

"We can't do this, Tom. I'm with Adam, now."

"Adam, Jim, and now it's me, Tom." He didn't add that this would be Eve's third man just for today. He had seen Eve fuck Adam before they came over to Ann and Jim's. Tom easily spread Eve's legs. Eve had no resistance left. Tom dropped his pants and positioned himself and -- finally! -- he was inside the girl he had lusted over in his fantasies for years. Even better she was fucking him back, surprisingly enthusiastically. He didn't want the fuck ever to end.

Still in the kitchen, after Adam came inside her, Ann looked around for Eve. She must have gone back to bed. She took Adam by the hand and led him upstairs to the master bedroom. She glanced out the window halfway up the staircase, and she saw two people fucking in the backyard. She didn't recognize the man from his back, but the woman underneath him was Eve.

Ann left Adam in the bedroom and looked in the master bedroom, and there was her husband Jim, sound asleep with his after-sex smile. So who was the man copulating with Eve on her backyard lawn? She left Adam in bed and excused herself. Adam assumed she was going to the bathroom.

A minute later Ann was standing over Tom as he pumped his surprisingly big prick in and out of her new friend Eve. Judging by Eve's sounds of approval, the fuck was a welcome one. She had to re-evaluate what she thought about Eve. She didn't think she knew even one other woman who might fuck two new men in one evening. After this was Eve going back to bed to give Jim sloppy seconds?

Eve's eyes were closed, so she didn't notice Ann staring at them for a few minutes. When she did open her eyes, she saw the look on Ann's face, a bizarre mixture of surprise, perhaps a little anger, amazement, and -- could it be? -- jealousy.

Not sure why she did it, but she winked at Ann. Tom didn't know Ann was standing there on the lawn, just a couple of feet away from his ass moving with each pump. Ann had pause -- were Eve's noises increasing in volume while she watched them fuck?

Eve was wearing a clean, old T shirt and the one she had lain on while she rutted with Tom was in the hamper. Tom was dressed, and the three of them were slowly drinking some white wine while each waited for one of the others to speak. Eve broke the awkward silence.

"Tom and I grew up near each other and Tom explained he had wanted me for the past ten years, since he was seventeen."

Tom took over. "Eve helped to shape my voyeuristic perversion. I happened upon her naked with her high school boyfriend out at the old swimming hole. I watched her and her boyfriend have sex. I was hooked both on Eve, and on watching. Tonight I finally got to enjoy Eve, much to my soul's content."

"I see," Ann said. "How is he on the dew-covered lawn?" Ann continued, looking right at Eve.

"He's also crushed on you; in case you're interested?"

"I am, if Tom is interested. I don't have your body Eve, and he hasn't claimed to want me for ten years, so I'm not sure..."

Tom leaned over and kissed Ann. "I saw the video your high school boyfriend posted, Ann. I've masturbated to it countless times."

"That was taken down almost immediately!" Ann looked sick.

"Nothing ever truly leaves the Internet, Ann. Don't worry -- you look great in it!"

"I look fat in it. I can't believe you've seen it. I'm so ashamed, so embarrassed! I --" Tom kissed her again, stopping her lamentations. Ann kissed him back. Tom thoroughly enjoyed Ann's kiss. She helped him undress her. Eve knew what was coming; she was impressed with Tom. His recovery time is short. Good to know. Not wanting to witness even more sex, she headed upstairs. She had to choose a bedroom partner: Adam or Jim?

Annoyed at Adam for having enjoyed Ann too much, she climbed back into bed with Jim, who was still asleep. Jim caressed her left boob. Even in his sleep he loves my boobs, Eve thought, as she drifted off to sleep. This had been quite a night!

Chapter 6

After the swap

Adam and Eve went a long time without being invited over to Jim and Ann's, even just for dinner. Eve employed Tom in her lab, since he was both talented and helpful. She also had him spy on Adam and Alicia, in exchange for an occasional blowjob. Tom showed her pictures. The pictures were damning. Eve had no idea how he had obtained them.

Adam kept being invited to the homes of his colleagues for dinner. Each time he had to beg Eve to go with him. Jim had apparently described Eve's talents in the bathroom and bedroom in some detail at one of the poker games when Adam was absent. Both his colleagues and their wives wanted to get to know Eve better, albeit for different reasons.

Eve was dreading another overture for wife swapping, but happily it never came. Marsha had her traditional Halloween party. Adam got to kiss every wife at the party, and he also got to see Eve get kissed by each one of his colleagues. He noticed that his colleagues seemed to love fondling Eve's ass as they kissed her. To his surprise Eve did not raise even the slightest objection.

Life continued upon an even keel. Eve and Adam still lived apart, although many was the night Adam spent in Eve's bed. Alicia's husband Brad kept going away on Navy assignments, and Adam would enjoy Alicia's charms at those times. Eve knew all about it, thanks to Tom, which was one of the primary reasons she felt her romance with Adam was doomed.

Adam noticed that Eve and he were never invited to the homes of Eve's BioChem colleagues -- only to the homes of his Statistics colleagues. He thought it strange, but didn't know what to make of it.

Then came Alicia's blowout Christmas party for the whole BioChem department. Everyone was there, including of course Adam and Eve. Tom had arranged for Ann and Jim to come too, even if Jim was in Statistics. All the other couples were from BioChem, and mostly the party was replete with BioChem graduate students, and most of the BioChem faculty, with a smattering of their wives.

Ann was alone with Eve in a corner of the living room around 10:30 PM. "How does it feel to be at a party where three of the men here have fucked you?" Ann asked.

"Actually, the number is four for me, and it feels weird, but sexy. How does it feel for you?"

"Did you say four? There are four men here who have fucked you?" Eve nodded in agreement, a small smile escaping her lips. "Adam, Jim, Tom, and who else?"

"Sorry honey, but the fourth man will remain anonymous."

"You can't drop a bomb like that and not fess up!"

"Sure, I can. I just did. Trust me, it's better if nobody knows."

"Did you fuck Brad Phelps? I can't say I blame you, given what Alicia does with Adam whenever Brad's out of town."

"No, I never did, but that's a good idea, don't you think?"

"Well, if not Brad, then who?"

"Sorry, it's a secret. A top secret. I should never have said anything."

"You can't do that to me, Eve!"

"You can figure it out. I'll give you a hint: The son of a bitch fucked me when I was drunk as a skunk in New York, and still a graduate student. Adam of course doesn't know. Nobody knows."

"I'll bet Tom Fawcett knows. He seems to know everything, even sometimes before it happens," Ann said.

"Yes, he does, doesn't he. He's an asshole, but he sure was good on the lawn in your back yard."

"You got that right. Jim doesn't know about that, so let's keep it secret."

"Adam doesn't know, either. Are we evil or what?"

"I don't know, but I see Tom over there by the booze. I think I'll go talk with him."

Eve knew Tom had figured out Professor Tobin had laid her in his hotel room. He had even used that deduced knowledge to set himself up with Eve when he came out to New York. He didn't get to lay her, but he thoroughly enjoyed his golden shower. Now Eve was sure he was about to spill the beans to Ann. Good that Ann can keep a secret!

Left alone, Eve wandered over to the hostess of the party, her oldest and best friend, Alicia. Their friendship was strained as of late, because Eve had asked her to break it off with Adam. According to Alicia, Adam wouldn't let her. He'd been seeing Alicia on the down low whenever Brad was out of town, which was often. Alicia tried to resist him, but she caved every time. Eve understood. Alicia was pretty and sexy, but hopelessly insecure, and to have a stud like Adam obsessed with her put her on Cloud Nine. Still, Alicia and Adam both knew Adam belonged to Eve, even while they were committing adultery. Eve felt it wouldn't hurt Alicia too much to fall down to Cloud Eight, or even Cloud Seven.

Eve felt it was time for some payback. Brad was a hunk. It was time for some serious flirting; let Alicia get a little worried and Adam a lot jealous. Eve sauntered over to where Brad was talking sports with Paul Hart, a tenured professor in BioChem. Eve knew Paul enjoyed looking at her and imagining what she looked like under her clothes. He would welcome her joining the conversation.

After some small talk, Eve changed the conversation from sports to what life was like on a nuclear submarine. "It must be a special kind of sailor who can stay underwater for long periods of time. Don't you miss the sunshine?"

Eve continued with questions in that vein and finally sprung her trap. "What about women? Surely not all the men on the submarine are gay."

"Well there are quite a few gay sailors of course, but most of us are hetero."

"You included, I guess."

"Yes, of course. I look forward to getting back to Alicia when I'm gone."

"I'm sure you have pictures of her to ogle."

"Of course. All the sailors have pictures of their wives or girlfriends."

"Sexy pictures?" Eve asked.

"Alicia cannot help but look sexy, even in pictures."

"I mean pictures with naked boobs, that sort of thing," Eve said, smiling broadly to undo how crude she was being. "I'll bet those kinds of pictures get passed around, too."

Brad blushed and looked at his highly polished shoes. Eve found it adorable.

"Adam likes to take sexy pictures of me; maybe he'll give you copies. I believe in helping our men in the armed forces."

"I always take my own pictures," Brad replied.

"Oh. Too bad," Eve said. She kissed Brad on the cheek and began to walk away.

Brad whipped out his cell phone. "Wait, Eve. You look sexy even fully dressed. May I take a picture of you now, right here?"

"How about a picture of us dancing?" Eve asked.

"I like slow dances, if that's okay with you."

"You'll miss seeing my boobs bounce around." Eve surprised even herself when she said that.

"I'll enjoy pressing them into my hands -- I mean my chest, you know, as we dance," Brad said, blushing again.

"In that case, let me remove my bra. You'll be the talk of the U-Boat." Eve turned around to face the wall, unhooked her strapless bra, and slipped it off through an arm hole. She slipped it inside her cavernous purse. "How do I look?" she said, turning and facing Brad and Paul.

"Like a vision. Let's dance."

Eve caught the eye of Tom Fawcett, who was trying to seduce a woman whom Eve had yet to meet. She beckoned him over, and whispered into his ear, even as Brad was playing with her breasts while dancing with her. Tom left to get his camera.

Brad and Eve continued to dance. Brad tried to be subtle when he felt up her boobs, but subtlety was not his strong suit. Eve giggled and gave Brad's hands carte blanche. After the fifth dance, the couple took a break. Eve went over to Tom. She asked to see the pictures he took. They were good, and of course both men liked especially the pictures where Brad was playing with Eve's boobs. Eve giggled as they looked at the pictures. Eve's pokies, having been stimulated by Brad's fingers, were pronounced. There was also a super-sexy picture of Brad kissing Eve's neck that showed Eve's face contorted in sexual pleasure.

"In the grand scheme of things, how will these pictures go over on the submarine?" Eve asked.

"All the men will want to see your boobs," Brad said.

"Not my pussy?"

"Well, that would be outstanding, of course. I mean, if you're willing."

"I was just wondering, but not really proposing something like that. After all, Alicia and Adam are both here, as well as most of my colleagues in BioChem. Our partners are over in the back corner pretending to dance but in reality, they're dry humping," Eve said in annoyance.

Brad's eyes flashed with emotion. He gazed over at the two partners of Eve and himself. Brad roughly pulled Eve against him, and Eve felt his hard cock through his pants. Brad had pressed it against her tummy. "Mmm. You feel nice. Is that for me, or are you jealous of Adam and Alicia?"

"May I kiss you, Eve?"

"Not here, in front of everyone. This is your home. Take me somewhere quiet and discreet. Come along, Tom --- we need pictures, for the submarine. When do you next ship out, Brad?"

Brad led Eve and Tom to a closed door, behind which was his man cave. Once inside "the cave" with the door locked, Brad showed off his extensive gun collection to Eve and Tom. Tom was impressed, but Eve was a bit grossed out. She tried to relate to the guns, and finally saw them as phallic symbols. With that interpretation Eve began to get a little wet.

The twenty or so guns, both handguns and rifles, were mounted on a wall, and covered with plexiglass. The plexiglass covering was locked.

Brad drew Eve to himself and kissed her, while Eve stared at Brad's pride and joy: an 1808 Navy pistol. She found the beauty of the pistol distracting, but still managed to give Brad wonderful kisses. Tom was surprised and just stared at the two of them. "Pictures, Tom! Pictures. We're doing this for naval morale," Eve scolded, breaking the kissing to do so.

Tom took pictures of them kissing, of Brad's hands sneaking under Eve's top and fondling her boobs, of Eve grabbing Brad's package, and then of Brad removing Eve's top and caressing her naked boobs. Eve began to moan at this point.

"You know what would be a great shot?" Tom asked, as Brad and Eve stopped kissing for a moment and looked at him. Eve silently enjoyed Tom's phrase "great shot" while in a room full of guns. "Eve naked and pretending to give Brad a blowjob."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Eve said, and she knew both men were surprised she didn't reject the idea outright and get offended. She thought about Alicia fucking Adam's brains out whenever she could, and she decided what the fuck. She'd teach Adam and Alicia a lesson they wouldn't forget. Eve removed her tight skirt and was then wearing only panties. The men noticed the telltale wet spot on her panties. "Where should we do it?"

Brad quickly stripped down. Being in the Navy he could undress in record time when it was needed. Brad parked his naked ass onto the love seat and Eve kneeled before him. She noticed his cock was Navy standard issue, neither big nor small. She wondered how he tasted.

Eve gave Brad a loving blowjob for around two minutes. She stopped, turned to Tom and said, "Let's see the pictures."

"Not bad," Eve said. "You got my boobs and nipples in the pictures, and my naked ass, and the one where Brad's cock is half in my mouth is hot. Your sailor friends are going to love these pictures, Brad."

"How about the ultimate?" Tom asked. Eve and Brad knew what he meant. Eve could see the bulge in Tom's slacks. Tom was making no effort to hide his arousal.

"That's going too far, I'm afraid."

"Brad can just do a simulation. He won't really fuck you."

"You really seem to be enjoying this, Tom. Is Gwen not keeping you happy?" Gwen was an undergraduate and Tom's lover du jour. Eve was looking directly at the tent in Tom's pants. Tom ignored Eve's dig.

"Okay one more round of pictures" Eve said. "For the Navy. Never let it be said I don't support our men in uniform. Something to keep all you sailors warm on winter nights under the ice in Antarctica." Eve lay on the loveseat wantonly spreading her legs, revealing all to Tom's camera.

"Spectacular," Tom said as he clicked away.

"Come here, Brad. Get ready, Tom. The simulated fuck has to be the hardest part."

Brad clearly did not know how to simulate fucking. Frustrated by Brad's pathetic attempts, almost laughable in fact, Eve said in a whisper, "Just fuck me a little." Brad smiled. He knew how to fuck for real. Tom found the perfect position for taking pictures.

Eve was wet and ready, so Brad plunged in, sinking to his balls on the first thrust. Eve gasped in pleasure. "Fuck me slow, so the pictures don't blur," Eve groaned out as Brad imitated the pistons of a Porsche 911. Or maybe it was a Corvette V8; Corvette Stingrays were the sports cars of choice in deep Indiana.

After snapping a few shots, Tom switched to video. Eve softly moaned as Brad forgot all about the pictures and focused solely on fucking this hot and willing woman, and the best friend of his wife.

After around seven minutes Eve climaxed and bit her fist to keep from screaming. Tom was thrilled with what he was witnessing. Shortly after, using immense willpower that befits a Naval officer, Brad pulled out and ejaculated all over Eve's tummy and tits. Eve closed her eyes and lay there naked, legs splayed, enjoying the after-sex glow and the dying embers of her orgasm. Tom's camera clicked nonstop.

When everyone recovered, and Eve had cleaned herself up, and they were all dressed, they checked out the pictures again, and the video. Tom sent copies of everything to Brad. "Let me know what your sailor buddies think next time you ship out, okay?" Eve asked Brad.

Brad was in a state of highly pleasurable shock, and he just nodded. "Let's go see how Adam and Alicia are doing, and what Gwen's up to, shall we?" Eve proposed.

**

"You disappeared for a long time at the party," Adam said as he drove Eve home.

"I got tired of watching you and Alicia dry hump, so I asked Brad to show me his gun collection. It's quite impressive. You should be careful. Tom Fawcett came with us." Eve figured Adam would think they had a chaperone. Eve was right.

"What did you think of Brad's gun collection?" Adam asked.

"It turned me on. So we fucked, just a little," Eve said, teasing Adam with the truth.

"You fucked Brad with Tom right there, watching?" Clearly Adam thought Eve was teasing him.

"Tom took pictures. He's talented with a camera. Brad needs some pictures to show the boys in his boat. I guess they're tired of the pictures of Alicia's sexy lady bits. Variety is the spice of life, and all that," Eve said, trying to maintain a straight face. "Don't you think my boobs are more photogenic than Alicia's? I guess you would know."

They were in Eve's home at this point. "Maybe I should have a quick reminder of how gorgeous your boobs are," Adam said.

"Maybe you should. And I need to compare your cock to Brad's."

With both lovers now naked, Eve said, "A true comparison of your cock with Brad's is how it feels inside me. She lay on her bed and spread her legs. Peeping Tom Fawcett was enjoying the show, unknown to Adam and Eve. Adam climbed on top of Eve and plunged right in. Eve groaned loudly as he did so.

"I didn't hear you groan like that at the party when Brad supposedly fucked you," Adam said, as he thrust hard into her.

"Brad's man cave is sound proofed. That way Alicia does not hear his pornography when he doesn't wear his headphones. It also works when he lays Alicia's friends, like me. You know how I love to moan," Eve said, even as she began to moan loudly.

Adam lasted a long time inside Eve. Eve felt it might be a record-breaking fuck, at least for the duration category. Were fucking to be an Olympics event, Adam's fuck would be an 8.5.

With Eve exhausted and Adam drained after their marathon fuck, Eve told Adam they were invited to dinner, with Tom Fawcett & Gwen, at the home of Sarah and Paul Hart. Now he was sure Eve made up the story of fucking Brad while Tom took photos. "Alicia and Brad will be there, too," she added. "You'll like Sarah. She has small boobs and almost never wears a bra. All the guys in BioChem love to talk about her nipples poking at her tops. You'll feel like you're back in Greenwich Village. Oh yes, and my department chair, Professor Tobin is coming, too."

Adam was skeptical and reluctant to go. This annoyed Eve because she had dutifully gone to all of Adam's colleagues' homes for dinner, and now finally when it was his turn to come as a partner he didn't want to? That was unacceptable!

Remembering her mother's maxim that you win men over with honey, not anger, she decided to try that gambit. She was ignoring her brother's old maxim that flies are attracted to shit. "I'll go without a bra, if you'll come. You'll get to see my colleagues lusting after my boobs. Would that help?"

"Would you wear your tight T shirt?"

Eve sighed. "The guys will not only see my nipples poking, but the T shirt reveals the entire shape of my boobs. I'll be one step removed from topless, and at a colleague's home to boot!"

"Do you really want me to come with you?" Adam said.

"After all the dinners with your colleagues, it's the least you can do," she replied.

"I guess so. Can I tie you up and have my way with you afterwards?"

"Is that a threat, or a promise?"

"Okay, I'll go."

Chapter 7

All hell breaks loose

The dinner with the Harts was postponed, as Sarah came down with the flu. Eve was relieved; she hadn't been looking forward to going to a dinner party where every man but one had laid her! And that one exception, Paul Hart, had had seen the photos of her having sex with Brad Phelps. Tom had told her how Paul had cornered him later at that same party and pressured him into sending him copies of the pictures. She felt a bit like her life was spinning out of control. Paul was on Tom's Ph. D. committee, so he had some leverage.

After Eve seduced Brad with Tom watching, her antics calmed down substantially. She knew Adam was still spending time with Alicia, thanks to Tom's spying, but that too calmed down due to Brad being on an extended leave from the Navy and home with Alicia. Eve was too stressed out to fight with Adam about Alicia. It was a pity, however, because Alicia was her best friend not just in Indiana, but worldwide.

The real sexually calming influence, however, was Eve's job. She had to spend an inordinate amount of time and energy setting up her lab, and once it was set up, she began her experiments. Her experiments were complicated and involved the use of lots of techs with expertise, especially when manipulating DNA was involved. She had nothing left to satisfy Adam in the bedroom. Adam too had used this respite to concentrate on his own research.

Peeping Tom Fawcett was the big loser since there was a lot less for him to spy on. Eve no longer lounged topless around her house. Thank goodness for the Internet, Tom thought. Tom needed his own woman since he and Gwen had split up. Gwen had said Tom was too weird and she couldn't handle all his perversions. That hurt, because Gwen had enjoyed taking him down her throat, and she fucked with the best of them. After Gwen the pickings of sufficiently perverted women who might appreciate Tom were rare in mid-north-central Indiana.

Then all hell broke loose. Tom got careless and he ended up arrested for peeping, which would have caused a big scandal, but it paled in comparison with Brad walking in on Alicia and Adam while they were fucking. He calmly left only to return with his favorite pistol, a Glock 17. In a fit of rage, he shot his wife Alicia and her lover Adam. The only saving grace was that Brad, with his superb marksmanship, was able just to injure them both, albeit rather severely, but he didn't kill either one. He hadn't wanted to kill.

Brad went to jail and the two lovers went to Home Hospital, renowned for absolutely nothing, other than inadequate staffing. Nobody in the ER had any substantial experience with gunshot wounds, but they made heroic efforts to save the lives of both Alicia and Adam. Eve had her phone turned off as she routinely did when in the lab, so she learned that Adam was in the hospital only when she got home. She turned around and drove out to the hospital, breaking the speed limit and running a couple of red lights.

Eve maintained a vigil outside Adam's hospital room. Alicia, the more seriously wounded of the two lovers, was airlifted by helicopter to Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis, which specialized in trauma victims. Most of the trauma victims were drug overdoses and traffic accidents, but the occasional gunshot victim was treated as well.

Eve tried to get Tom to take over the experiment she was working on in her new lab, but Tom was in jail. Luckily, he could be out on bond the next day; Eve posted his bond. She had to visit him at the county jail to arrange things. After, she went straight back to the hospital. She called Professor Tobin, her department chair, to let him know the goings on. He came over to the hospital to sit with Eve for a spell.

When visiting hours were over, Toby invited Eve out for a drink. Sure, Eve thought. She needed a drink desperately, and she always hated to drink alone. The nicest bar was a gay bar downtown, so that's where they went. Eve got drunk as she poured her heart out to Toby. He was sweet and reassuring, while making sure Eve got good and drunk. Eve soon became too drunk to drive, so Toby graciously drove her home.

Everything hit her hard when she and Toby were leaving the bar. She couldn't help herself and began to cry. Her world was falling apart. The one true love of her life, Adam Smith, could not overcome his obsession with her best friend Alicia, even though she was married to a gun-loving Navy man. Alicia too seemed unable to stop seeing Adam. Now Brad had shot both Alicia and Adam and nearly killed them both. Alicia had tried to flee, which distorted Brad's aim, and her wounds were grievous, much more serious than Brad had intended. She was fighting for her life down at Methodist Hospital in Indy. At least she was getting excellent care. Brad was in Tippecanoe County jail, charged with an attempted double murder, and the Navy was beginning the process of kicking him out. It was the biggest scandal Tippecanoe County had seen in a long time, and everyone would be talking about it for a long time.

Toby drove quickly while Eve sobbed. He understood. Not knowing what to do he spoke in platitudes, quietly, and gently stroked her thigh as a comforting gesture. Eve leaned on him as he walked her to her door. He helped her find her keys inside her black leather purse and entered the house with her. Toby sat her down on the couch and got her a glass of cold water. Eve drank it, trying to stop crying.

After around ten minutes of Eve trying to stop crying, with Toby saying Adam would be okay, even if he had no idea if he would or not, Toby used the only method he could think of to stop Eve from crying. Toby knew that crying activates one's parasympathetic nervous system, which has a calming effect, and it triggers one's brain to release feel-good chemicals like oxytocin. So, the crying was helpful. However, Toby felt another method of distraction and feel-good chemical release might also help. He kissed Eve.

Eve was blindsided by Toby's first kiss. By the fourth attempt Eve was returning the kisses. On the sixth kiss Eve Toby raised her light, fall-weight crew neck sweater. Since she had been in her lab, she was wearing a bra. Toby made short work of her bra, and his expert caresses of her boobs, with a focus on her nipples, reduced her sniffling substantially.

Toby pulled Eve up to a standing position. He lowered her leggings, taking her panties off along with them. He helped her stagger to her bedroom. She barely realized she was naked, in her own home, with her distinguished department chair having just undressed her. Eve fell onto her bed on her back. She watched as Toby undressed. She was at first dimly aware of what was happening, but when she saw that Toby's cock was hard, her mind suddenly cleared.

"No, Toby, this is completely inappropriate. My boyfriend was shot and is in the hospital. I'm still in a state of shock. I'm drunk. You're the department chair, and I'm a new assistant professor. We cannot do this," she said. She thought that was clear: She said no, and no means no.

"I'm think this is a great way to distract you from today's horrific events. If you climax, you'll get a serotonin rush and you may be able to sleep peacefully," Toby replied.

"I see your point and your noble sentiments, and I appreciate you thinking of my good health and all, but I still say no," Eve said a bit sarcastically, as Toby spread her legs and arranged himself skillfully in between them. His engorged cock head was resting at the entrance to her slit. He pushed it in a little. Eve moaned. Maybe having a good fuck was not such a bad idea? At least Toby didn't have a jealous partner with a gun obsession.

Eve stopped saying no. Instead, she said nothing. She wrapped her legs around Toby's ass. Her hands went to Toby's back, around his shoulders. Eve did not have long fingernails, since they were ill-advised for lab work. Her nails nevertheless had a tiny bit of length and little points, and she dug them into Toby's back as he began to move his cock inside her. She vaguely remembered how good he was when he fucked her in that New York hotel room long ago.

Toby kissed her as he fucked her, tasting the salty residue of her tears. She was so pretty, so sensual, so responsive. Fucking Eve was wonderful. He was only fourteen years older than she was. Maybe if Adam wasn't in the picture, he'd have a chance? On the other hand, Tom Fawcett told him that Jim Dybvig of Statistics, and Brad Phelps had already laid her, as well as Tom himself, so getting her into bed didn't seem to have any deeper meaning to her than a bout of pleasurable sex. But you never know, right?

Toby didn't know what Eve was thinking as they fucked, but he was pleased when she climaxed. Her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock as she came, and that triggered his climax as well.

Toby rolled off Eve and lay next to her in the bed. Neither of them spoke. After around twenty minutes Toby looked over at Eve's naked body. He watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. She was not only pretty, had a great mind, and a great body, but boy could she make love! He was trying to figure out what made fucking her so wonderful when suddenly she spoke.

"I said no, Toby. I said no several times. You still fucked me in my super-vulnerable state despite my pleas for you not to do so, while you said it would make me feel better," Eve said in a calm but unfriendly voice. "No means no, and what you did -- fucking me when I was an emotional mess -- is basically sexual assault. It's rape, you bastard."

Toby was about to reply, but Eve spoke first. "Well, dammit but you were right, as usual. I do feel better, and I stopped crying at some point during our fuck. Let's do it again."

Eve lay on her back on the bed, her legs apart, her sloppy pussy exposed, and she began to suck her fingers suggestively. To his credit, Toby resisted going for his cell phone in his pants pocket to take a picture. Yes, the bar for men in Eve's life seemed to be set that low.

Standing and looking at his sexy junior colleague, all naked and laid out for his ravishing pleasure, Toby tried to will himself to have an erection. Failing by mental effort alone, he tried playing with his dick.

"Do you have Viagra, old man?" Eve asked, trying not to sound too, too snarky.

"Never leave home without it," Toby said, smiling. "It takes a half hour or so to kick in, however."

"Well, you're spending the night, I assume. There's no rush."

"What about Adam?"

"You're right. I'll have to get dressed and leave for visiting hours tomorrow morning. However much as I love Adam, I can't handle his long-term affair with Alicia. Once he's recovered and medically in the clear, I'm breaking up with him," Eve said. Brad's gunfire explosion had woken Eve up to the reality of her relationship with Adam.

Tobin's eyebrows went up. At that moment, Eve became aware that Tobin probably knew about her promiscuous activities. Puzzled at first how he knew, she figured it out. Tom Fawcett always seemed to know everything, and he was Tobin's PhD student. He probably told Tobin all about her activities. After all, don't men love to gossip about loose women?

Eve looked deeply into Toby's face. "Look, I know I've not been pure. Adam and I swapped with Jim and Ann Dybvig. Jim is in Statistics, like Adam. I've also fooled around with your student Tom Fawcett, and with Brad himself, the husband of my friend Alicia. I'm no paragon of female virtue. A little fucking around is okay, I guess, but Adam is clearly in love with Alicia, and she is in love with him. I don't blame Alicia -- Adam is a fabulous guy. I just can't handle that."

Toby was finally erect. He got on the bed and kissed Eve. The waterworks began again, and Eve couldn't stop crying, even when--after some nipple play and fingering of her clitoris -- Toby entered her and began to fuck her in earnest. Eve cried throughout the fuck. Toby had never before fucked a woman while she cried. Eve stopped crying only when her orgasm overtook her. Toby then shot his second load into her.

Toby spent the night. When he woke Eve was showered, dressed, and no longer crying. "I'm off to the hospital. Make yourself breakfast. There's a spare toothbrush in the cabinet," Eve said, as she rushed out the door. Toby fell back asleep.

Around noon, Toby headed over to the hospital. It did not take him long to find Eve, sitting alone in a waiting room. "There's a problem. Adam is having an MRI. They've ordered a helicopter to take him down to Methodist Hospital. I think the doctors here are in over their heads." Eve was once again on the verge of tears. "I'll wait until after the MRI to say goodbye to Adam for now. Want to head down to Indy with me?" She mumbled bitterly, "At least Alicia and Adam will be together!" She burst into tears.

Toby spoke to a nurse. He led Eve, who was choking back her sobs, down to the cafeteria. "Let me buy you the worst cup of coffee in Tippecanoe County, my dear," he said.

"I think there's serious competition for that particular honor," replied Eve. She smiled for the first time since the disastrous shooting. "Do you think the coffee is better at Methodist?"

"It can't be worse."

On the way to Indy, with Toby driving, he turned to glance at Eve who seemed lost in thought. Eve said, in a voice so soft he could barely hear her over the road noise, "I'm not crying for Adam. The bastard can rot in hell. I'm crying for our lost love. I thought we'd be life partners, maybe have children, and grow old together. It took me long enough to see reality."

"Listen, Eve. I'm going to Bermuda for a long weekend. I'm on the board of BioADN, an up-and-coming creative pharmaceutical enterprise. The board typically meets in Bermuda, and I have to go to the meeting they're having this weekend."

"The French never do get the order of the initials right, do they."

"True. Maybe you'd like to come with me? BioADN will pay both of our business class fares and put us up in a nice hotel."

"I need to clarify something, Toby. Last night you caught me in a super vulnerable moment. I'm not ready for an ongoing sexual affair with you. The power differential between us is too big. Getting away to Bermuda with you sounds like a great idea right now, but I suspect you'll want to, uh, want to make love. I can't go under those circumstances."

"We can have separate rooms at the hotel. It will be nice to have a sweet companion with me, and eye candy on my arm at the restaurants. I will ask you however to meet the executives of BioADN."

"How would you introduce me? After all, it's a bit sleazy to have a junior colleague as your eye candy. They're going to think -- well, you know what they're going to think. It will be humiliating."

"Or kinky? If it makes you feel better, I could invite Tom Fawcett to come along. He has a girlfriend in Bermuda who runs the best women's clothing store on the island. She could help you pick out some island outfits -- my treat."

"No. It might be nice to have half an ocean between Tom Fawcett and me. Besides, he's agreed to cover my classes during this draining time."

Eve had never admitted to herself how fond she had become of Tom. After all, he was mildly handsome, sharp as a tack, and eager to help her with her research. They had become good friends, even if she had once fucked him in Ann and Jim's back yard. He was a good fuck, she thought. He had it all, except he was too perverted to be more than a friend.

"Okay, just the two of us. Separate hotel rooms. I'll still spring for some island appropriate outfits for you."

"So, I won't just be eye candy. I'll be expensive, island eye, boobs and legs candy, is that it?"

"You have a quick mind. Don't forget your glorious ass, young lady. Okay, here's the parking for Methodist Hospital. Let's go try to comfort the love birds," Toby said, and Eve punched him, hard.

"I'm not sure about this Bermuda trip. It's tempting to get away from the insanity surrounding me, but it seems too sleazy to me."

Toby looked at her imploringly.

"I'll think about it."

Chapter 8

Bermuda

After a few more reassurances from Toby, Eve agreed to go with him for a long weekend in Bermuda. She was impressed when two handsome men from BioADN, Colin and Nigel, greeted their plane at the airport. They escorted Toby and her to a limousine which spirited them off to their centrally located hotel. The men then accompanied them up to Toby's suite, and to Eve's hotel room with a view of the ocean. Eve felt like collapsing on her bed and breathing in the sea air, but the two men offered to give her a tour of the archipelago. She wanted to see more of Bermuda. Her fatigue be damned; she graciously accepted.

The men were consummate hosts as the limousine drove around, crossing bridges that connected the small islands. Foreigners are not allowed to drive in Bermuda, so they used the same driver who had driven Toby and Eve from the airport. They stopped for a late lunch, and there the two men dropped the bomb.

"Toby thinks you might be a good addition to the board of BioADN. We'd like to interview you for such a position. It will involve periodic visits to Bermuda for board meetings. Your trips will be paid for, and you will be compensated $100,000 per trip. You will of course be expected to have read all the preliminary materials and be prepared for the board meetings. Does this interest you?"

Eve was surprised. Usually, board members were senior people with lots of published research and international reputations, or so she thought. And they were asking her? Little Eve Abbott, a beginning assistant professor? And she wasn't at Harvard, Columbia, MIT, Stanford, or Berkeley; no, she was at Purdue. This was incredible. Was Toby really that powerful? Maybe he was.

A thousand thoughts ran through her mind. She noticed Colin was eyeing her bare legs, as her short skirt barely reached her mid-thigh. Nigel was staring at her pokies. Was this all just a scam to get into her panties? "How many people will be at the interview?" she asked, implicitly agreeing to it.

"Five. Colin and I of course, and also Pippa, Sylvia, and Philip," Nigel replied.

"Not Professor Tobin?"

"No, he's on the board, but he's not an executive of BioADN."

"Is Pippa the famous Pippa Hughes?"

"Yes, she is. And Sylvia is Sylvia Gregory. Have you heard of them?"

"Of course I have. I've read most of their papers. They're remarkable scholars, and Pippa's work is seminal. It's groundbreaking."

"They're already out here for the board meeting Professor Tobin is attending. I'll schedule the interview for 4 PM today. After your interview, may we invite you to dinner at your hotel's restaurant?"

"Sure. It'll be my pleasure, Nigel. Thank you."

"We'll meet then at 7pm at the hotel restaurant, okay?"

"Yes. Will Toby be there?"

"I doubt it. He always visits his Bermudan girlfriend when he's here," Nigel said. He managed to convey his approval of Toby's Bermudan lover's sexual talents with his tone of voice and body language.

"I see. Well, good for him... I guess," Eve said, while she privately thought goddam men. Toby probably has a girl in every port he visits. Am I his girl in West Lafayette? Maybe he thinks I am, but I'm not. And if he does think I am, then he needs to think again. No longer!

Still annoyed, Eve drank a bit too much at dinner. Partially that was due to the wine being exceptionally tasty, and partly due to the waiter making sure her glass was always full. Okay, she thought, maybe I drank more than a bit too much. Eve dreaded getting up from the table. She knew she'd have to do so if only to stumble up to her room at the hotel. Thankfully Nigel and Colin helped her up and both acted as support in getting her to her room.

Nigel and Colin also came into her room with her. Eve found her nightgown placed neatly under her pillow. The two men decided to help her change into it. "Do you sleep in a bra?" Nigel asked.

"No."

"What about panties?" Colin asked, as Nigel removed Eve's bra.

"No."

"Do you like to have sex before bed?" Colin asked, as he removed her panties.

"What?"

"Shall we make love to you? Some women sleep better after a good seeing to," Nigel contributed.

Eve replied, "It's kind of you to offer, but tonight..."

"Toby says you love to fuck before bed," Nigel said.

Dimly aware she was naked, she replied in an irritated tone, "Does he now?"

"Yes. Let's begin with a little kissing, just to usher in a good mood before you sleep."

Eve noticed both men were also naked. She began to get scared.

"I'm sorry but I'm not in the mood. You see, two people dear to me were shot and almost killed back home in Indiana a few days ago. They're both in the ICU down in Indianapolis, and..."

Nigel kissed Eve as Colin said, "All the more reason to distract yourself with a little mild sex. Have you ever fucked an Englishman?"

Breaking the kiss, Eve replied, "Well no, but you know, men are men worldwide, and..."

This time Colin kissed Eve, while Nigel played with her boobs, and particularly her nipples. Uh-oh, Eve thought. How did I get here? How did this happen? She had to do something!

"Gentlemen, I'm not in the mood. Maybe some other time, okay?"

Eve herself sabotaged the effectiveness of her attempt to say no by moaning in response to the nipple play. What is my problem? Summoning up her will, she said, in all simplicity,

"No, Nigel. No, Colin."

"No what? I don't understand," Nigel replied, his hand having found her clitoris. She was highly sensitive there -- even more than most women were.

"You're both smart men, ooh that feels so good, uh with Ph. D.'s and all, just like me, oh shit that feels good; right there, don't stop! I mean no means oh Jesus!... no."

"Are you trying to say we should stop? You're sending mixed messages," Colin replied. Nigel had slipped two fingers in her. Colin's hands were running roughshod over her nipples as he kissed her.

"You guys are being mean," Eve said, they pushed her down onto the bed. Her legs spread easily in response to a gentle push by one of the men, and Nigel now had three fingers inside her, wreaking havoc. "I said -- oh my God!"

Eve began to shake and shiver and almost lost consciousness from the double onslaught of experienced and talented fingers -- and hands. Nigel climbed up between Eve's legs. "May I?" he asked as his hard cock hovered just outside the entry to her pussy.

"Uhh," Eve mumbled as Nigel pushed in. "Ohhh," Eve moaned in response, in her low-pitched gravelly voice. Her moans further aroused Colin who positioned his cock at Eve's mouth.

"Have you ever had two men at once before?" Colin asked.

"Yes," Eve said, thinking of the twins John and Maynard Keynes. As she said yes, Colin's cock pushed into her mouth. Eve had just enough consciousness left to lovingly suck his cock, as Nigel pummeled her with the English version of vigor. I guess that would be vigour with a "u", Eve thought, as Colin pumped his cock inside her mouth.

Eve climaxed during Nigel's fuck and almost bit off Colin's cock. The tip of his cock was in Eve's throat at the time. Colin wasn't even close to coming, but Nigel emptied his balls inside Eve, so Colin pushed him off Eve, and took his place. Eve was so drunk and near to passing out that she barely noticed that Colin was now fucking her. Colin also drove Eve to an orgasm. She then passed out.

The men put Eve's naked body under the covers, kissed her on her forehead, got dressed, and left her room. Too drunk themselves to drive, even if they had permission to do so, they took a taxi to their Bermuda homes. Their wives and children were back in Bournemouth, England.

The phone woke Eve around four hours later. She had a premonition of something bad.

"Hello," Eve said groggily into the phone.

"Hi, Eve. It's Tom. Tom Fawcett. I just arrived in Bermuda. May I come in? It's important." Eve heard knocking at her door. Tom must have been calling from the hallway. Now she was scared. Why was Tom suddenly in Bermuda?

Eve was groggy as she rose from the bed. "Give me a minute," she said, as she tried to wake her brain. Realizing she was naked, she grabbed the terrycloth robe the hotel provided. She saw her clothes scattered about the floor, including her bra, panties, and nightgown, but she couldn't be bothered to bend over to pick them up. She worried her head would explode if she bent over, and/or she would vomit on the spot.

"Sorry, Tom. I have a hangover the size of Montana," she said as she opened the door.

Tom took in the room and figured out instantly what must have happened. Also, the room still smelled of sex. Eve was so drunk she had not taken care when she closed her robe and her gorgeous boobs, nipples and all, were exposed. He got hard, even if he knew when he gave Eve the news, she'd be in no mood to be ravished.

"Sit down," he said, in a gentle, loving tone. Eve had seen his face and was now terrified to hear his news. She knew it was about either Alicia or Adam. She also knew she couldn't handle bad news about either one of them. Even though Adam was her (now perhaps less than) true love, and Adam and Alicia couldn't stop seeing each other like infatuated teenagers, she nevertheless loved them both. She sat down and looked up at Tom, her bottom lip quivering nervously. Suddenly she felt an urgent need to pee. Her left boob spilled out of her terrycloth robe, but she didn't even notice. Tom did, however.

"There's no easy way to say this. The doctors down in Indy did all they could, but..."

"NO!" Eve yelled, and her tears started to flow. Somehow, she knew it was Adam, not Alicia.

"Adam is dead, Eve."

"NO! No, he's not. He can't be! He just can't be! Not Adam, not my Adam, say it isn't so, Tom." Her voice trailed off and her sobbing took over.

When Eve had calmed down, which took some time and a lot of patience on the part of Tom, he explained that back at Methodist Hospital they decided the bullet had to be removed, as the exposed lead was poisoning his blood. The bullet had lodged near his heart, so it was a delicate operation. The technical danger of the operation turned out not to be the issue, however. Tom had a rare and deadly reaction to the anesthesia. He never woke up.

Alicia was out of the ICU, but her condition was still critical. Brad was out on bail and keeping a low profile. Adam's mother was flying out from New York to claim his body, and to make funeral arrangements.

Chapter 9

Back in Indiana

Three months later and Eve was still dressed all in black. She had been celibate for three months and poor Tom Fawcett had no new shows to enjoy. He had to rely on his (admittedly copious) supply of videos and pictures of Eve with Adam and various other men. He didn't know what -- if anything -- Eve got up to in Bermuda before she learned of Adam's death, but knowing Nigel and Colin he could imagine. Even Toby was leaving her alone during her extended period of mourning.

As for sex, while Eve had none, Tom was busy. He had finished his Ph. D. but was kept on at Purdue as an instructor. He was a popular teacher. For his sexual gratification he focused on Ann Dybvig, since her husband Jim seemed to ignore her a bit too much. Tom also laid the occasional undergraduate sexpot too, especially Gwen Robinson who seemed to be always up for some casual sex with older guys. Tom ignored Purdue's largely unenforced rules prohibiting such activities between instructors and students. Indiana had some sexy young women, as Tom regularly verified.

Eve saw Tom daily, since he was the key technician in her lab. Eve knew how sexually sleazy Tom was, but as she got to know him apart from anything sexual, she had come to like him. Her affection increased with time. Tom began to view Eve as a friend, and not simply a sexual object to conquer or to peep upon.

Six months after Adam's death Eve had a breakthrough with her research. She had been using background radiation at a cyclotron to understand how various proteins folded, and in particular how at times they would fold incorrectly. The knowledge she gained from her experiments could affect treatments for neurodegenerative diseases, including Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, Huntington's, and prion diseases. Her excitement went through the roof.

Eve's father and grandfather both had suffered from Parkinson's Disease. It tended to run in families, so an application to the treatment of Parkinson's Disease loomed large in her mind.

Eve knew Tom Fawcett was smart and talented. She wasn't surprised that he too understood the gravity of their breakthrough. He invited her to go down to Indy with him for a celebratory meal at one of its best restaurants. She happily accepted.

"How about for this festive occasion, not dressing all in black?" Tom asked.

Eve giggled. God, she was fetching when she giggled like that. "Okay," she said. "I'll even skip wearing a bra, since I'm going with you, Tom," and she giggled some more. Tom blushed, which just endeared him to her more.

When Tom came to pick up Eve he was surprised. "I thought we agreed that for this one time you wouldn't dress all in black."

"Silly boy," Eve replied. "This dress is navy blue."

Tom looked unconvinced.

"Here. This is what I wore yesterday. Do you see the difference?"

Tom did. Juxtaposed with something black, he could tell -- barely -- that her dress was navy blue.

"Speaking of the Navy, did you hear that they changed Brad's charge to first degree manslaughter? He's been moved to the high security prison in Michigan City," Tom related.

"Poor Brad. He won't survive there."

"You care what happens to him? He basically killed Adam. Alicia is still hanging onto life by a thread," Tom said, and Eve could hear the surprise in Tom by her reaction to the news.

"Let's forget about Brad and his victims and celebrate, as planned. Okay, Tom?"

Tom behaved like a gentleman. He wined and dined Eve. After dinner they went to a comedy club, and Eve was in tears with laugher. It was a long delayed emotional release.

Back in West Lafayette, at the door of Eve's starter home, Tom said, "Kiss goodnight?"

"I had a great time, Tom. Going to the comedy club was just what I needed, even if Hoosier humor is different than New York humor. Would you like to come in for a drink? You can walk home from here and watch me masturbate from your rental house, if you like."

Tom was surprised. He had no idea Eve knew about how he loved to watch her. He was too slow to formulate a reply.

"Maybe it would be more convenient for you if you stayed here and watched?" Eve teased.

"Maybe that's unwise."

"How so?"

"If I were watching you get yourself off in the same room, the temptation for me to ravish you would be too great. You may not welcome that, and what we have now is too precious to risk."

"Tom, you are too sweet for your own good. How about I get myself off for you, and then you do to me whatever seems like a good idea. You could tie me up, for example. That happened back in college. I still have the bonds."

"How about I tie you up and get you off with my hands and mouth. Then I'll fuck you silly."

"Will you make me scream?"

"I'll do my best."

"I guess that's all a girl can ask."

An hour later, exhausted from four orgasms, Eve managed to speak. "Tom, that was wonderful."

"It was for me, too."

"I could tell. Men are not subtle."

"Want to celebrate our breakthrough next weekend, too?"

"I love you, Tom."

There was an awkward pause. Finally, Tom spoke. "I had always thought with you it was only lust and perversion, but it's true. I love you, too."

Eve smiled. "I have to go to Bermuda in a couple of weeks. Want to come with me?"

"I'll come with you and cum inside you. Have you ever fucked naked on a beach?"

"Not yet in Bermuda."

"Great answer. God, I love you, Eve."

"Maybe we can get BioADN to turn our breakthrough into a medicine. I have some ideas. I think Pippa Hughes will be excited. I mean, I'm sure it's not a cure for Parkinson's, but I suspect it may alleviate some of its effects."

"Nigel and Colin will be happy to see you again, I'm sure."

"Would you be jealous?"

"Maybe I could watch?"

"This sounds like the beginning of a great relationship, my love."

THE END