The Hofstra Hussies
Copyright© 2026 by Zappedfan
Chapter 1: Our College, Our Turf.
Nancy Peters lay on her back in the dark, staring at the ceiling of her dorm room. Sleep would not come. Her mind kept drifting back to pre-camp the previous Spring Break.
Cadet Captain Edna Jackson, Fordham ROTC had arranged everything. Sixteen female cadets on the third floor, taking turns in the air chase above the male drying room and showers. They had watched the twenty male cadets walk in wear only towels, hang up their towels, wait in line for showers, sway to Edna’s music choices, soap themselves, and, Nancy’s favorite part, bend over to wash their feet.
The girls had named themselves “The Sixteen Scandals.” The boys they had been named “The Twenty Torpedoes.” Each Torpedo had been given a nickname, “Jumbo James,” for VERY obvious reasons, “Studmuffin Stan,” “Handsome Hank,” “Macho Mike,” and so on.
Nancy and the other three Hofstra girls—Jenna, Nellie, and Susan—had escalated things while carefully giving Edna plausible deniability. Baby oil on the drying-room floor. Potato pellets flicked at bare bottoms and more sensitive places. “Torpedo Juice” cologne sprayed onto pulse points so the men would smell like they were trying too hard on a first date.
All of it had been Nancy’s ideas, executed while Edna stayed focused on her own romance with “Bronze Bobby” so-named for his bright red pubic hair. That romance ended badly for Edna but not as badly as it had for Bobby. Edna got her revenge and sheared those red pubes in front of the whole Company.
And then there was Greg Williams. “Grade-A Greg.” Fourteen of “The Sixteen Scandals” had voted him “Mister Pre-Camp” with only Edna and Susan voting for Bronze Bobby. Those two almost came to blows over that.
Yes, Greg Williams. Masculine beauty so complete it bordered on unfair—broad shoulders, narrow hips, that calm, easy face, and a torpedo that had drawn every pair of opera glasses in the air chase. Nancy still remembered the way it had moved when Susan’s potato pellet kissed the tip.
It was a shame she would have to wait until Advanced Camp that summer to see him again. If only he would come to Hofstra somehow.
Nancy sprang up.
Male athletes from other colleges came to Hofstra all the time as visiting teams. Surely a body like Greg’s belonged to an athlete.
She slipped out of bed, pulled on a robe, and walked down the hall to the bank of pay phones and the student-union newspaper rack.
Twenty minutes later she was back in her room with the Fordham College newspaper and a copy of the athletic department’s spring schedule.
There he was. Greg Williams, Junior. Smiling in the “Fordham Rams” Baseball Team picture. It was him alright. And the Rams were scheduled to play at Hofstra on a Friday night in May. The team would surely stay overnight at the Harbor View Motor Lodge near “The Anchor” college bar.
Nancy smiled wickedly in the dark.
The next morning she carried the schedule to the table where Jenna, Nellie, and Susan were finishing coffee.
“Greg Williams is coming to our campus,” Nancy said. “And he’s spending the night at the Harbor View Motor Lodge.”
Jenna raised one eyebrow. “The Grade A one?”
“Mister Pre-Camp himself.”
Nellie leaned in. “How do we know the motel?”
“Because Fordham always puts their away teams there when they play us. Cheap, close to the bars, and the Fordham bus doesn’t leave until nine Saturday morning. We have one night.”
Susan frowned. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, you’ll have to clear it first with Edna Jackson. He goes to Fordham with her and with Bobby out of the picture—”
Nancy cut her off.