Summer work becomes summer play when a grad student has his naughty way with both a male and a female coworker who just may teach him a thing or two.

Being an undergrad at a large urban university, I engaged in my sexual fun — a lot, in fact.

At nineteen, I was on my game in every way — scoring both male and female lovers. I was a responsible student. I never worried about exams. Why should I, when I had full confidence that I knew all I needed to know? I shied away from nightly drinking parties, instead hanging with the students on campus that liked to keep things mellow and explore the contours of their sexual natures rather than pass out in pools of overindulgence.

But then, as a grad student, I wound up going to a school in the Pacific Northwest that was in the boonies. From an... Read More