'I've polled every member of the faculty,' the dean announced to her. 'It seems yours is the only dissenting vote on the entire grounds, Miss Adams. I'm going to report to the board of directors that the staff and faculty are overwhelmingly behind the decision to go coeducational.'
She could do nothing but stand in front of his huge desk. Her mouth dropped slightly open and she knew her fingers were trembling. If the school did in fact become coeducational, her entire life would be ruined.
'I'm sorry, Miss Adams,' Lydecker said, 'But change is simply an indication of progress. If you're really that concerned about the traditions of Northrup, I suppose you could go to Norton Concort yourself?'
'Norton Concort?' The entire world seemed to be made of gauze.
'He's the president of the board. You know that.'
'Yes. Yes, of course,' she managed. 'Yes… '
Somehow, she was able to place one foot in front of the other and make her way out of his office, Out of the administration building and across the campus to her apartment. There, still in a state of partial shock, she took a bath and changed clothes before again crossing the quadrangle to the school's main dining halt.
She ate mechanically. Her mind was a shocked blank. Even after she had excused the girls from her long table, she seemed completely unable to function mentally. She had, she knew, to find a way-any way-to stop the school from becoming coeducational, but under such terrific pressure, the result was the exact opposite of clear thought. Her mind was muddled-confused. It seemed to spin in a maelstrom of confusion and indecision.
Finally she pushed her chair back, and like a woman in some sort of drug-induced stupor, walked from the dining hail, back across the quadrangle to her apartment. There, she closed the door behind her and sank heavily into her favorite chair. She did not bother to turn on either the television or her phonograph.
How long she sat there, she would never know. Her mind was a sea of shocked confusion until it was literally pounded into reality by a knock at the door.
Glendora shook her head to, if possible, clear the confusion from it. She remained in the chair staring at the opposite wall of her living room until she could bring her eyes into focus.
Again there was a knock.
Slowly, she rose from where she had been sitting. So stunned had she been as a result of Dean Lydecker's announcement that she had completely forgotten not just one, but both of the appointments she had made for that evening.
It took her an instant or two after opening the door to remember that she had invited Sissy Mason to come over for another tutoring session. The pretty blonde girl now stood in the hail just outside Glen's apartment looking for all the world exactly like what she was pretending to be-a studious scholar anxious to receive purely scholastic help with her lessons.
She was dressed in the academy uniform and carried three books in her left hand. Her blue eyes looked dispassionately at Glendora as she simply said, 'Hi. I came over for some help on my paper on the Punic Wars.'
Glen motioned the girl to come into the apartment and closed the door. Only when she was at last alone with Sissy did she remember that she had also asked Catherine Gyle over. She had trapped herself hopelessly because of her reaction to Lydecker and the decision of the board of directors to make the school coeducational. Now, she realized that she could neither enjoy Sissy's sweet, young flesh nor the skilled and impassioned embrace of Catherine Gyle. It would be entirely too risky.
Silently, she cursed herself for a fool and wondered how she could dismiss Sissy while still saving herself from total embarrassment.
Too soon, a second knock hit the door.
She was trapped! Glendora knew Catherine Gyle was outside. She could not let either girl suspect that the other had recently been her sexual partner. Yet she knew of no way to squirm out of the situation without the girls at least suspecting that something was amiss.
'Aren't you going to answer it?' Sissy said.
'Yes… yes… I-'
Again there was a slight rapping on the apartment door.
Glendora managed to pull herself together sufficiently to turn again to the door and open it. As she had dreaded, Catherine Gyle was standing there.
'Hi,' the girl said. Her youthful face had an impish quality to it. Her blue eyes seemed to be laughing in some sort of almost evil anticipation.
'Hello, Cathy,' Glendora began, not quite sure how she would tell the girl of the situation.
As it turned out, she didn't have to make an explanation. Cathy looked beyond the teacher and saw Sissy Mason standing inside the apartment. Her pert, full lips lifted in a smile that seemed almost to be anticipating what was, in fact, to come.
'Hey,' she said as she looked back to Glen. 'Is she in on our-'
'Hush,' Glen gasped. She was terrified that one or the other of the girls might tell what had happened individually and that as a result, her carefully separated secrets would become open. Once something like that spread from one girl to another it would run like a wildfire throughout the campus, and she would be dismissed.
She stood by her apartment door hopelessly unable to speak or, for that matter, to utter a sound, as Catherine, with supreme, almost arrogant confidence, walked inside. Before Glen could stop her, Cathy had walked directly up to Sissy Mason, stopped in front of her and smiled.
'Bet you didn't come here for any history tutoring,' she said.
Sissy blushed. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out.
'Bet I know why you're here,' Catherine went on.
'Now just a minute, Cathy,' Glen interrupted. 'I think you'd better-'
'What's the difference?' Cathy demanded. Abruptly, yet with a gentle confidence, she reached out and cupped one of Sissy Mason's full breasts in the palm of her right hand. 'We can all share each other.' She looked directly into Sissy's eyes. 'Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?'
The other girl seemed perplexed, almost shocked.
'Oh, come off it, Sissy. Stop acting like a ninny. You came here just like I did. You wanted some fun. Give a little and get a little. There's nothing wrong with that. Why not have even more fun with the three of us together?'
Glendora stood in shocked amazement as Cathy spoke. But as she saw that Sissy was no longer confused or Indignant-was, in fact, apparently eager o join in Catherine's proposal-the idea began to appeal to her as well. She had never experienced any sort of sexual Contact other than on a one-time basis. The idea of being able to share the bodies of two pretty, young, and well-formed girls at the same time was one that had an instant appeal for her.
The three were in total, albeit silent, agreement as they turned from the apartment's snug living room and walked to the bedroom. There, as if on common signal, each of them slipped out of her clothing. A moment later, they were twined together on the huge bed.
Body to body, lip to lip, firm young breasts brushing against eager, demanding flesh, they rolled and turned in one another's embrace, sighing, gasping, experiencing the giving and taking of multiple pleasures as first one became the aggressor, then another.
Glen was suddenly on her back, the electrifying sensation of Cathy's tongue darting along her spread thighs, climbing ever closer to the wet river of her desire. Sissy was beside her, her soft flesh pressed gently against Glendora's arm.
'Come to me,' Glendora whispered as Cathy's tongue darted tentatively upward to brush against her damp pubic hair.
'What do you-?'
'Get on me, Sissy, dear,' Glen whispered. 'Straddle me. Sit on my titties.'
Hesitantly, the young girl obeyed her teacher. She rose to a kneeling position and then, as Glendora had asked, straddled the older woman's torso. Below, Glen could feel Catherine's gentle fingers on her outer vaginal lips, easily pulling the eager wet flesh apart, so that within an instant her tongue could begin to explore the moist delights within.
As she felt the almost excruciating agony of expectation in her sexual parts, she stared at the silken blonde
