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.