Physical Education (5 page)

Years ago, Amanda had gone to see the Pageant of the Masters in Laguna Beach. It was part of an art festival where classic pieces of artwork throughout history were reproduced. First, all the performers took the stage in their positions, and as the lighting adjusted and the actors froze, the picture would come to life. That’s what was happening on the stage here, except they were representing the erotic arts.

Turning back toward the far wall, which was beyond her line of vision in the darkness, Amanda reflected upon how each scene trumped the last until the final mass orgy. Would they dare do that one? She looked back at the head table, meeting Reed’s eyes once again. This time, he was smiling at her. He raised his glass, as if in a toast, and then took a sip. Feeling herself blush, Amanda pushed past that feeling of insecurity and lifted her own glass toward Reed. Two could play at that game.

The lights came back on stage, and the room exploded in applause. The actors separated and bowed. He was obviously still aroused. The troupe d’ sex had made it through several of the depictions, but not that final climatic orgy. It was only the first night of the session, though. The drapes pulled shut, and Amanda wondered what was going to happen backstage. She had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be eating a whole lot this evening.

* * * *

After dinner, Ms. Lucy approached the table, pausing to stand directly behind Claire. Amanda felt herself freeze. Being the focus of Ms. Lucy’s attention was an unwanted situation. She hoped not to attract too much attention from the school’s headmistress.

Tonight the tall woman was wearing her usual black bustier, but down below she had donned a long, flowing purple skirt. Her red hair hung in waves down her shoulders. She placed a hand on Claire’s shoulder.

“Clarissa, I hope that you are adjusting well to our school,” she said.

Claire blushed in return. “Yes, ma’am.”

“After reviewing your files, I have some high hopes for you,” Ms. Lucy said.

Amanda took in Claire’s flushed complexion and the way Ms. Lucy was gazing at her. Something seemed to pass between the two of them, and she shook off the feeling that they were somehow intimate. That was a crazy thought: Claire was engaged to someone else. A man at that. Why would Ms. Lucy be interested in her as anything but another student?

“I’ll do my best, ma’am,” Claire said.

Chapter Five

A stack of reading material, “required books” sat on each desk. Next they’ll be handing out a syllabus. Mandi thought she had finished with “school” a long time ago.

After the dinner the night before, the entire tribe returned to the dorms and turned in early. Amanda had laid in her bunk for a long time, thinking about everything that had happened, the special little purple toy in her trunk and what would be in store for her the next day. She heard a few whispers in the room and tried to get to sleep. Usually if she couldn’t fall asleep, she’d masturbate to relax, but that wasn’t allowed here. After a hard night’s sleep, this morning she felt like she was lagging behind.

If she was going to be in a classroom all day long, she needed some type of pick-me-up in order to perk-her-up.

On the top of the pile of her books was “365 Sex Positions: A New Way Every Day for a Steamy Erotic Year.” Opening the book, Mandi immediately thought that there was going to be plenty to learn inside. How exactly she’d get her body to do a few of those poses, she had no idea. She glanced further through the books, stopping at “The Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women, 2nd edition,” by Tristan Taormino.
Oh, my, she’d never known such a book existed, let alone a second edition!

Next was “The Glass Stiletto,” by Rachel Kenley.

“Erotic fairy tales,” one student asked out. “I gotta read Cinderella?”

“Never underestimate the power of erotic literature,” the professor said. “It possesses the power to bring strained marriages back together, to give comfort and satisfy a person alone, to encourage those who are too shy to speak about their most private thoughts, and an outlet to unleash one’s deepest fantasies.”

“Isn’t this considered smut,” asked another student?

“Smut?” the instructor repeated. “By whose definition? Remember where you happen to be right now, in a sex school. We’re here to explore all avenues of sexuality, and erotic literature happens to be one of them.”

Ms. Brianna walked down the aisle until she reached the offending student’s desk. Amanda couldn’t help but follow her path through the classroom. Black heels clicking against the tile floor. Each step accented the sway of her hips until she stopped, riding crop in hand, leaning over the student’s desk, definitely invading her personal space.

“And, what makes you so judgmental, Ms.? What is your name?”

The woman being addressed studied her desk, as if it held all the answers in the world. She was pale, with straight light-brown hair that hung over her face.

“Jessica. Jessica Nunamaker,” she replied, looking up and showing off a classically beautiful face. If Amanda had to describe her in one word, it would simply be: “innocent.”

A few snickers broke out in the classroom until Ms. Brianna stood up to her full 5 feet, 9 inch height and looked around the classroom. “Does anyone find this exchange, or our study of literature, to be particularly entertaining?”

Amanda looked down at her desk. Anything but meeting eye contact with Ms. Brianna, and perhaps being singled out.

“I didn’t think so.” She turned her attention back to Jessica. “Well, Ms. Nunamaker, what do you find particularly offensive about books that you have never even read? Do you always judge something by its cover?” She gestured toward the pile of books.

“No, ma’am. It’s just growing up, my mum and pop told me to watch out for the evil that can be contained within books,” she stumbled.

Listening to her halting, subdued voice, Amanda almost felt sorry for her. But, speaking out in the classroom? She certainly had brought this attention upon herself.

“Ah, I see,” Ms. Brianna said. “And, may I ask what brings you here to Sex U? What’s your field of study?”

Amanda turned toward the back of the classroom again, curious as to what Jessica was going to say.

“I’m to be married,” Jessica explained, “and my mum and pop thought it would be best for me to get a bit of ‘experience’ before the wedding night.”

Amanda was surprised to hear the answer. Sure, the university had all sorts of “majors,” but Amanda was surprised to find virgins like Jessica mixed in with all the “commonfolk.” Surely those strict parents would have expected some sort of preferential treatment, for them to be isolated from everybody else.

Not skipping a beat, Ms. Brianna picked up on the situation instantly. “So, you’re telling me that your parents sent you here to basically ‘break you in’ before you get married?”

A red blush flushed up from Jessica’s pale neck all the way to the tips of her now-red ears. Amanda could almost feel her embarrassment permeate the room.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Wonderful. Then it looks like we have our first volunteer of the day,” Ms. Brianna said. “If you’d come up to the front of the classroom, please.”

Ms. Brianna strolled to the front of the class, not even stopping to see if Jessica was following her. With a squeak of the metal legs against the floor, Jessica pushed her chair back from her desk and stood up. Amanda didn’t think it could be possible, but she actually seemed to be blushing more.

As Jessica passed her, Amanda caught a whiff of perfume that smelled like caramel apples. Could this girl be any sweeter? she thought.

Jessica reached the front of the classroom and stood with her arms crossed over her pale lavender floral-print dress. Really, they were each issued a wardrobe, and Amanda wondered who had picked up little Ms. Innocent’s attire. It certainly differed from what she had found in her locker.

Giving her the once-over, Ms. Brianna directed her attention to the rest of the class. “All right now, if we don’t have any other complaints, I’d like everyone to open up their ‘sex positions’ book to page 299, ‘Up Against the Wall.’”

Turning to the assigned page, Amanda took in the alluring sights of a man’s firm ass and muscular legs. The description read: “Sitting while he stands lets her use her whole body to move her mouth back and forth on him without tiring out her neck.”

“Over the next few weeks,” the instructor explained, “we’ll be going through a number of these positions. You are to study them and, in gym class, you’ll work different muscle groups in order to help your physical stamina. Ladies, especially, you’ll also have to work on your flexibility.

“Now, do I have any volunteers to help Ms. Nunamaker demonstrate the proper positioning of ‘Up Against the Wall?’”

More than a few guys in the class shot their hands up, along with a few girls. One was her tribe-mate Clyde, and that’s who Ms. Brianna chose.

Clyde stumbled over the leg of the desk as he got up too quickly in his willingness to help out. More laughs rang out in the room, only to be silenced by a stare from the instructor.

“Now, Jessica, I’d like you to sit down against this wall,” she said, indicating a bare spot next to the whiteboard. “Back flat on the wall, knees raised and legs together.”

Ms. Brianna walked over to the spot, helping to position Jessica. When she was seated, Ms. Brianna lifted Jessica’s skirt so it settled over her thighs, giving a brief glimpse of striking blue panties and shapely calves.

“Now, Mr. Sotherson, if you could come over here, please,” she said with a touch of formality in her voice. “I’d like you to drop your shorts and underwear.”

Now it was Clyde’s turn to get embarrassed. But that didn’t stop him from shucking his khaki shorts as quickly as possible. Then went his tightie-whities. Clyde didn’t have the worst looking ass that she’d ever seen, but it certainly ranked among one of the whitest, Amanda surmised. Must be all that time spent on the farm, without much time for nude sunbathing.

“So, Ms. Nunamaker, ever suck a man’s cock before?”

At the front of the class, Jessica blanched, stripping all the redness from her face. Her eyes fluttered, and finally she answered in a hoarse whisper: “No, ma’am.”

“For some reason, I didn’t think so. How about hold a man’s privates?” the questioning continued.

“Not exactly,” she said. “I’ve kinda felt one before through his jeans.”

“Ahhh, I see,” Ms. Brianna said. “Much different creature when it’s bare, isn’t that so, Mr. Sotherson?”

At the mention of his member, Clyde’s penis jumped to attention, as if ready to reply all on its own.

“Well I guess this is where your training is going to start. Do you understand, Ms. Nunamaker?”

“Yes, Ms. Brianna.”

The instructor directed Clyde to stand in front of Jessica, with his back to the class. Then, she told Jessica how to fondle his soft folds, testing his hardness, and how to see if any pre-come was seeping out of his cock. Just watching and listening, Amanda felt herself getting excited. Her mouth watered at the thought of taking the long, thin cock into her own mouth. Feeling the velvety smoothness beneath the wetness of her tongue. She glanced around the room. Everyone else had their eyes cast forward, not able to look away from the in-depth display happening right in front of them.

“Now, Ms. Nunamaker, I’d like you to take his cock into your mouth, gently.”

Clyde sucked in a breath at the moment of contact. “Pull your lips down a bit, over your teeth. It’s fine to run your teeth a bit along the tender skin, but it’s better to let him feel the suction of your lips,” Ms. Brianna explained.

Amanda had given plenty of blow jobs in her time, starting in high school, but aside from the incident the other night in the quad, had never had she seen someone else being pleasured in such an intimate setting. Voyeurism proved to be definitely more exciting than watching porn.

Standing behind Clyde, Ms. Brianna rested her hands on his hips and started a back and forth thrusting motion. “Learn his rhythm Ms. Nunamaker, feel the tension of his cock beneath your tongue. Rub your hands down his shaft when you raise your mouth up, and you can softly fondle his balls. And remember, each lover will be different. Some may want it hard and rough. Others respond quicker to a soft touch. Some may even want a little bit of teeth.”

Jessica mumbled something from around Clyde’s cock, and Amanda could only imagine that it was another “Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, if you’d like, you can reach one or two hands around his body, and firmly hold onto his ass,” the teacher explained. “This position will help guide him into your mouth, and you also can help set the pace. For those not afraid of a little back-door action, this also is the time to tickle his ass, which most men – gay or straight – also enjoy.”

With the mention of anal play, Amanda felt her own butt plug even more distinctly. Great, now that she was aware of it, it was just about all she could think about.

Clyde’s movements became even more frenzied and, by the clenching of his ass cheeks, Amanda imagined that he was just about ready to spew. Ms. Brianna also picked up on the tell-tale signs.

“Be aware of your lover’s signs,” she explained, “and be ready to take in his offerings. In this case, Ms. Nunamaker, when you feel him start to come, I want you to swallow. All of it.

“I don’t want any messy clean-ups in my classroom,” she insisted. “You hear me?”

As if the talk of coming was more than he could take, Clyde’s body suddenly tensed up, arms resting against the wall and he let out an elongated moan, bucking his hips in final surrender.

With a few final thrusts for good measure, Clyde leaned against the wall, shoulders slumped forward in relaxation. Amanda couldn’t see Jessica’s expression, but her body language was quite stiff.

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Sotherson. Now if you’d please step back, pull up your trousers and return to your seat,” Ms. Brianna said.

Clyde quickly obliged Ms. Brianna’s instructions. As he slid into his seat, he slouched down low.

At the front of the class, the instructor wasn’t quite done with Jessica yet. Rather than the embarrassment of before, now Jessica looked flushed with excitement. Her eyes glowed, and her lips were puffed up and swollen from exertion.

“How did that make you feel, Ms. Nunamaker?”

Jessica’s pink tongue darted out and licked her red lips. “Good,” she said, “knowing that I was in charge of his pleasure.”

“Ah, I think you’re going to be a fast learner, Ms. Nunamaker. Maybe if you’re an obedient student, next session we’ll have you demonstrate ‘The Cheerleader’ on page 171.”

Flipping through the book, Amanda found the referenced position. A nude woman did a handstand against a wall while a man dined al fresco.

Amanda heard the reply in her head before Jessica uttered a word.

“Yes, ma’am.”