Kjem woke to a slap on the butt, "Time to get moving, you've got a busy day! Start with a shower, jeez you're a mess!"
Kjem groaned, "Someone didn't let me get my beauty sleep, what time is it, anyway?"
"It's 6:30, you've got to get cleaned up, eat something, and be ready to go in an hour and a half,"laughed Lisa.
She pulled him to his feet and into the bathroom, then pushed him into the shower. She, too, was naked, and they washed each other playfully in the confined space. When they were done, Lisa went to the kitchen to make coffee and gather some breakfast for them while Kjem finished getting ready. When he came out of the bathroom, Lisa had a couple of cups of coffee ready for them, and walked him out to the front porch.
For a few minutes they sipped their coffee and looked out over the quiet beach. There were three or four girls, naked as far as Kjem could see from this distance, standing on the beach watching the sunrise to the east. Without a word, Lisa dropped to her knees in front of Kjem, unfastened his belt, and pulled down his pants and boxers. Kjem sputtered and tried to keep his pants up, with no success.
"Don't worry, no one can see!", said Lisa, and she was probably right. The porch railings had a couple of beach towels draped over them, blocking the view below his waist from anyone walking past. She must've put those towels up while he was getting dressed, so this was premeditated. She had his dick in her mouth and was working wonders, while he held his coffee with both hands leaning on the porch railing.
He watched the naked girls on the beach pull on long t-shirts, and nothing else, and walk up the path toward the cottage. Lisa was getting more vigorous on him. Kjem tried to stop her as the girls approached, hissing, "Someone's coming up the path!"
But Lisa didn't stop, she just worked quietly.
The girls waved at Kjem as they passed the cottage on the path, Kjem waved back feebly with his cup, spilling coffee on the towels. The girls laughed as they passed around the corner - Kjem felt sure they could see some of Lisa's back through the slates of the railing on the side edge of the porch, but they kept on down the path as they laughed. Kjem could feel Lisa laughing as well, as best she could, and it wasn't long before he filled her mouth with a groan. His knees almost buckled as he helped Lisa back to her feet, pulled up and refastened his pants, shook his head and said "Some things never change, it seems."
They embraced and kissed, and Lisa giggled, "Now let's finish breakfast, I need to get you to the Science house in 40 minutes." Lisa grabbed the coffee-stained towels as they re-entered the cottage.
After a quick breakfast, Lisa drove them to the quad, and shuttled Kjem from one faculty office to another, spending about 30 minutes to an hour in each, starting with the folks in sciences. After a quick lunch sitting in an outdoor table outside the cafe, she continued the whirlwind tour of faculty and also some of the key staff members. About two-thirds of these folks were men, but all of them confirmed both that the college was as described, and that each of them thought that being at GCC was a great choice for them. The college had an excellent academic program, the funds to do things right, and a network of supporters to keep it that way. The women weren't overtly flirtatious, but it was clear that many, maybe most of them, were checking him out. The guys corroborated Mikes view of the college. Everyone seemed genuinely friendly and happy.
At the end of the day, Lisa took Kjem to a reception in the library hall. The rest of the search committee was there, including Dean Alice, as well the science faculty, a smattering of other faculty and staff, and some of the science students, about 50 people altogether. Alice introduced Kjem to each of the students, they seemed to be mostly seniors and biology students. There were also some of the staff there, including Hope, and some of the folks from facilities and administration.
Alice introduced Kjem specifically to a woman in facilities named Sandy, who worked as an accountant, telling him he should be nice to her, "She has hers claws on all the colleges money!"
Sandy was a middle-aged woman, she looked about 45 or 50, with long brown hair and a pale complexion. She seemed to have a very upbeat and relaxed attitude, unlike the serious accountants Kjem had known in places before.
The reception was nice, surprisingly relaxing for Kjem after his whirlwind day. It was clear that the people there were happy and enjoyed each other's company, faculty, students and staff alike; Kjem took note of this; part of his job on a job interview was to check them out while they were checking him out. And as usual the food really was excellent; it was "just" finger food, but the cheese and sausage was nothing plain or generic, it really was very good. With nice crackers and fruit, mostly local, tropical and clearly fresh. Kjem was drinking the local rum, which was surprizingly nice, but was careful to moderate how much he had; he was, after all, still under the microscope. The male faculty and staff were friendly with Kjem, and the women were flirty but not overtly sexual about it. The conversations were interesting, and Kjem was pulled into one circle of chatterers after another, punctuated by trips to the food and drink bar, or someone else bringing him something or replenishing his glass.
When it started to get late and the crowd was thinning out, Kjem was approached by Sandy, who volunteered to drive him back to his cottage. "It's time to blow this joint!" she told him.
So they bundled themselves into a moke with "SANDY'S, NOT YOURS" stenciled on the side, and trundled down the road. Sandy was very talkative, and a bit giggly. Kjem thought maybe she'd had more than her usual share to drink, but if so it didn't show in her driving. She effortlessly avoided a couple of crabs on the road before Kjem even saw them.
When they arrived at his cottage, she slid the car to a stop in the sand, and walked Kjem to the door. Rather than wait for him to say his thanks, she opened the door and walked right in. He followed her in, and by the time he was inside and closed the door Sandy had pulled her dress up and over her head, tossed in onto the couch, and approached him in nothing but her flip-flops, which she immediately kicked off.
