Any professor knows the unwritten rule of college life: Don't get involved with your coeds! But Winters was a young man with modern theories—including the theory that a little steady love-making is good for the health. And though Winters wasn't married, he did not lack for partners ready to experiment with this idea... Carol Coulter, a research assistant more interested in a diamond than a degree... Moira Dunleavy, a colleague's wife who preferred bedrooms to lab rooms... Teena Melage, nymphet student with one sure way to get a passing grade from any male professor... By the time the date for the annual Field Trip arrived, Professor Winters' zoology class was developing into a harem...
 
On The Beach . . .
She turned suddenly to the man-shape beside her and seized upon it. Her fingers dug into the meat of big shoulders and she wept as she pressed against him. Her skin tingled and hurt—last night had been long. This strong piece of male flesh was called Bart or Burt and his last name was Bug or Berg—or maybe it was Bag . . .
 
She had picked him up the night before because he was a handsome and conceited pup of nineteen. Amy was twenty-three and counted him a boy—and therefore perfectly safe ... as thousands of vacationing women, married and otherwise, count thousands of nameless boys each year. Safe for a—Summer Affair