High School Nerd – Sex Education
Lacey:
Sandra, Linda and I stood looking up the steep stairs going up to the storage room above the auditorium. From the bottom, we can see a faint light emanating from around the door. I finally ask, “You really think Jasmine and Henry are up there? What’ll we do if the door is locked?”
Sandra says, “Yep. The light is on and I think I hear something. They are up there, all right. If the door is locked I guess we knock.”
Just as we start to ascend the stairs, we all heard Jasmine’s voice, loud and clear. “Oh yes!.. Yes… Oh fuck yes. Yeah, baby, right there!.. Oooo… I’m.. Cumming, I’m cumming!…”
The stairs squeak a little, but with the noise Jasmine is making, I don’t know if they can hear us approach. I am leading the way up the stairs, the other girls are close behind. At the top of the stairs I grip the knob, turn it and the door opens easily.
Sandra and Linda behind me are so eager to see what is going on, that they literally push me into the room. Upon entering, we freeze at the scene before us. Henry is sitting on the floor next to the sofa, a 1000 watt smile on his face. Jasmine lay sprawled out on the couch, naked except she had on some weird white panties. Except they aren’t really panties because they are completely see through and open at the crotch. Her legs are spread wide, all her goodies on display. Her thighs and crotch area are wet and shiny. She is flushed and panting, a sheen of sweat on her body from a tremendous orgasm. Horror spreads across her face as recognition dawns that a covey of girls are gawking at her. Jasmine quickly brings her legs together, sits up on the couch, and wraps an arm around her boobs
Henry looks at us and says, “I did it, I did it! I made her cum!”
Linda sums up all our thoughts when she says, “What the fuck?”
Henry says “We are having class. Sex Ed 101. I learn a lot from her.” He has only his boxers on, They are white poker cards on a rich purple background. There is a penis inside that is straining at the fabric. The room smells of sex.
Jasmine finally finds her voice, “What on earth are you girls doing here? Get out!” Can’t you see we need our privacy?”
We three girls are standing right in front of her, our arms crossed, ignoring her protest.
Sandra says, “If this is sex ed class, I need a lesson like you got. We heard you hollering. I’m not leaving without an orgasm.”
Jasmine narrows her eyes and says, “Oh yeah? Then take your clothes off!”
She probably thinks if we have to do that, we will just leave. We are a lot more determined than that. Sandra grabs a chair from a stack among the spare furniture, setting it about eight feet away facing the sofa. We other girls follow suit, doing likewise. Then we begin to undress.
“I wish we all had fancy, sparkly panty things, like you have.” I say to Jasmine.
My compliment melts Jasmine’s animosity. She looks down, smiles and traces a finger along the shiny sequins. She is obviously very proud of them. “You like?” she asks. “I think they are very pretty.
Linda leans in to get a better look. “They’re crotchless, aren’t they? I like them.” Jasmine opens her legs a little again to show them off and get the crotch to open. Linda continues, “They’re very pretty. And I couldn’t help noticing that you have a nice pussy, too.”
“Thanks, I guess.” Jazz says.
I add, “You have really nice boobs, too. I never noticed them being so large before. You never see boobs as large as yours that don’t sag.”
Jasmine smiles, looks down and hefts one of her tits, “They really aren’t that big. They are only a D cup.” Without intending to do so, I have pushed all the right buttons with Jasmine without trying to flatter her. She is beaming at us, her anger all but gone.
We sit in a circle, Sandra, Linda and myself on chairs, Jasmine and Henry on the couch. Everyone is naked except Henry, sitting in his boxer shorts. True to form, he has a notebook and pen, ready to take notes. It feels like a girls slumber party, playing spin the bottle. But there is a guy here, with his big dick!
“So, how do you want to do this?” asks Jasmine.
I reply, “I like the sounds of what you were doing before we arrived. Why don’t we continue from there?”
“Very well,” says Jasmine… “Let’s see, I had been talking about oral technique. We talked about how different girls like different things. We also talked about the importance of looking for feedback and especially non-verbal cues when doing oral sex to know what feels good to a girl.”
Linda raises her hand high and Jasmine nods to her, indicating that she could speak. “Some guys know how to flutter their tongue real fast. With a very light touch, it even feels great on my clit.” She says.
Henry replies, “Yeah, I can do that.” Henry’s tongue protrudes through his lips just a little, and his tongue moves up and down, sounding like a bird fluttering its wings. We all chuckle at him. He can be such a goof!
Linda replies with a dare, “Care to come over here, and demonstrate that move for me, big boy?” Linda settles back in her chair, opens her legs and spreads her outer labia, in preparation. She’s really serious about this!
Henry is up for the challenge and moves over and gets down between Linda’s legs. As he applies his skills, Linda let out a sexy low groan. He does this for a couple minutes, then moves back to his seat on the couch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I applaud his performance and the other girls join in.
Then Sandra raises her hand to speak. “My clit is too sensitive to start out with that move until I am really aroused. What I like is to start out blowing on my clit. “The other girls look on, thoughtfully. Then Sandra added. “Henry, would you care to come demonstrate that move for me?”
“Sure”, he says as he gets up. Again getting down on the floor, he opens Sandra’s legs and parts her outer lips with his hands. He blows on her clit quite hard, as I can hear it from ten feet away. “Don’t use so much force,”Sandra says. “That makes my clit cold and is too intense to feel good unless I’m very turned on. Just imagine that you are warming my clit with your breath. That’s really all you need.” Henry went back in with his improved attempt.
Jasmine spoke up and said, “that sounds good. I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy do that to me.” Without another word, Sandra got out of her chair, moved over to Jasmine, and knelt between her legs. Sandra bent her head right down close, and blew very gently on her clit. Jasmine moaned with the titillation.
“Then follow it up with a stroke of the tongue up the inside of her outer labia, like this.” Sandra drew her tongue up slowly on her labia, first the left side, then the right. Jasmine closes her eyes and you can hear a sharp intake of air into her lungs.
Well. That is kind of shocking. That’s real girl on girl action! One girl licking anothers pussy. Henry put pen to paper, taking notes.
“OK,” I say to break the tension. “What about boob play?”
Jasmine says “Oooh yeah. What about boobs? I can tell you that boobs are special to Henry!”
Sandra added, “Yeah. I picked up on that with Henry, myself.” When she said that, I noticed that a look came over Jasmine. I’m not sure what? consternation? confusion?… And does she not know either? How has Henry been sleeping with all four of us, and no one knows about it? At least not until today? Sandra continued, “I can tell you what I don’t like. And that’s the ‘boob grab’! Especially if they’re sore.” There is a whole chorus “that’s right!”, “that’s the worst!” and “Why do guys do that!”
Linda says, “But Henry doesn’t do that. I think he has a pretty good touch.” Henry is beaming as heads around the room nod in agreement.
Then I think of something. “I gotta tell you what a guy did to me once.” Then I realize it will be more effective to demonstrate. “Here,” I say as I jump up and go to Jasmine. “You run your finger around the outside edge of the areola, taking care not to touch the nipple. See how when you do that, the little bumps come up. Now, just run your finger around, on those bumps. Follow that by running your tongue around over the bumps.” The others lean forward to get a better look.
I pause and raise my head to gage the girl’s reaction, Jasmine says,” Don’t stop. You’re driving me crazy!” We all laugh. As I scramble back to my chair, I notice Henry bend and kiss her nipple.
Linda says, “Let me show you what I like.” She gets up and comes over to me and gets on her knees. I lean towards her to give her better access to my breasts. “Don’t start at the breast, but place a hand down here, by the belly button. Massage in small circles, like this, working your way up towards the boobs. Then use two fingers to trace under the breast along the edge, like this. Back and forth. Then go all the way around. Then do the other one.
“That feels nice.” I remark as Henry observes closely.
Linda continues, “Now push them together and kiss the nipples. Like this. ‘Mwah… mwah’.” I see Henry taking notes in his notebook.
Linda gets up to go back to her chair. After she gets seated, she pushes her own boobs together, bends, and kisses her own nipple. It takes at least a C cup to be able to do that. Henry watches her in fascination, then writes something in his notebook.
“Let’s talk about foreplay,” Jasmine says. “Can someone tell me what is a woman’s, second biggest sex organ, next to her breasts?”
It just took a beat and Sandra says, “Her brain.” Henry looks astonished. “A woman has to be prepared, mentally, for love making.” She is looking straight at Henry as she says this. “She has to know that you desire her. She has to feel safe with you. She should be relaxed and not anxious about other things.”
My boobs are the smallest of us girls. I used to be self conscious about the fact, but then I noticed that mine sit up nice and high on my chest. They don’t sag as much as larger boobs. Also, girls with big boobs often have poor posture and they slump more. And the nipples on big boobs are flatter and don’t stick out as much. My nipples are long and my areola are a little puffy. I purchase bras with enough padding that you can just make out my nipples, beneath my clothes. I have learned to take great pride in my smallish titties. They are a nice handful. I speak out, “And for some of us, our brains are a little bigger and are actually our largest sex organ.” Most of the girls chuckle, but one of the girls just rolls her eyes.
Linda cut in, “One exception to a girl needing to be coaxed mentally and physically is when a woman is in a highly emotional state. Then she might be vulnerable to seduction. If there is a near miss from an accident, or something wonderful and unexpected has happened. Under the right circumstances, even a tragedy can make a woman horny and subject to seduction. It happens all the time in the movies. It is rare in real life, but it does happen.” Henry makes a notation before looking up again.
“Watching a romantic comedy makes me horny,” Jasmine commented. “But giving compliments, flowers, or anything that makes a girl feel special, helps get my motor going. Someone has said not to tell a woman that you love her, but instead tell a woman the reasons why you love her.” The other girls look thoughtful and nod their heads.
Henry says,”Well I have a question, then. Why is it that some guys treat a girl badly, and the girl turns around and falls all over him? He will put her down, or ignore her, or criticize her. Sometimes a guy will make a derogatory comment to his friend about a girl, right in front of her. Then those girls really pursue the guy?”
Jasmine says,”OK, who wants to take this one?”
“I’ll try,” I say. “There can be a couple of things going on here. If a girl is treated badly when growing up, then they believe that is what they deserve. If you treat them well, it feels inauthentic. It’s like flattery. You lose credibility by treating that kind of girl, nice. Essentially, she is damaged, and it is an unhealthy response.”
“Another reason for girls to like guys who do not treat them well is a little more complicated. Girls want security in a relationship. If there is no conflict, then there is no conquest. Easy come, easy go. The girl that is easy is of little value. In other words, there is a deep psychological need for a guy to have to work for a girl. If the relationship is flourishing too easily, then the guy has not had to work for it. A girl might feel that if he does not have to work for the relationship, he will easily cast it off and desert the girl. That is also the motivation behind girls who are drama queens. They are not secure unless the fellow has to fight for her.”
Henry says, “My god! I had no idea that girls are so complicated. How on earth can we ever hope to keep a relationship together? Do we go back to the caveman days and drag our girl around by the hair?”
We all laugh at that. Then Jasmine says, “There are better ways to foster a relationship. The best way is to provide affirmations. Like I said before. Flowers, honest compliments, tell me why you love me. That kind of thing.” It was not lost on me that Jasmine said ‘tell me why you love me’. She thinks that Henry is in love with her. She does not know the fervor with which Henry made love to me. I have an idea that he loves me, not her.
“What about kissing?” Sandra says. “That’s an important part of sexual satisfaction.”
Sandra raised her hand, then began to speak. “Henry is already a good kisser, but it might be wise to go through the process. First, begin with a kiss that is almost platonic. Just a light, dry kiss.”
Linda cut in, “Maybe not even on the lips. A kiss on the cheek, on the forehead, on the neck, right below the ear. Ooo. I get goosebumps just imagining that one!”
Sandra continued, “Right. It might be on the lips, or it might be just about anywhere.”
Then Linda cut in, “Kissing in a line, up or down a body part drives me crazy. I think it has something to do with the anticipation, knowing where the next kiss will likely be.”
“Good point.” Sandra says. “But good kissing should build. After a first kiss, the next should be a little harder, or longer, or with the lips parted a little. Or maybe all of those things. Then there is the matter of tongue. I personally love it if I am turned on enough. But don’t dive in with full on tonsil hockey on the first kiss. Ugh! That is a sure fire turn off. And there are some girls that don’t like tongue at all. Unless you know the girl, take it slow and watch for her response.”
I had to speak up, “And don’t begin with real long kisses, where you feel like you need to come up for air. That only works when I am really, really turned on. I actually prefer real light, quick kisses all over. I like to feel the guy’s warm breath on my skin.”
The other girls nodded in agreement. Henry wrote some more in his notebook.
“What about touching?, I ask.
“Touching is good, but intimate touching needs to be by permission,” Linda offers. “It is a huge turn off for a guy to move in like he owns me. It’s one of those things where the guy needs to start out slowly and carefully, watching for feedback. Don’t come at me clawing at my boobs, my tush, or my legs, right out of the blue!”
Jasmine added, “And touching my vagina should be avoided until I am really turned on. I once had a guy reach into my pants while he was driving me in his car. I was so upset, I didn’t even enjoy the dinner he treated me to. I was done with him.”
Several girls nodded in understanding. Henry is writing furiously in his notebook.
Sandra added, “Even when we’re in bed getting intimate, it’s better to wait to touch the pussy until I’m really turned on and ready. And other than oral play the best thing to use to rub my pussy is a penis. A guy’s finger is almost too rough, unless there is a lot of lube.”
Linda says, “There is a way that I like a guy to touch my pussy, if I am pretty turned on.” She got up out of her chair and went to Sandra to demonstrate. She stood next to Sandra’s chair, reached down between her legs, and cupped her hand over her entire pussy and applied pressure.
“Mmmm,” Sandra moaned.
“Make sure to apply pressure to the mons with the heel of your hand,” Linda continues. “Now rotate the heel of your hand into little circles, like this. Now, if she is aroused and wet, like Sandra here, and your middle finger is on her slit, press lightly and wiggle just a little bit, like this.” Linda’s finger disappeared into the folds of Sandra’s labia. “Now my fingertip is at her opening. Use a little stroking motion, like this, and it will sink into her vagina.” Sandra gasped, her eyes closed. Linda’s finger is buried to the knuckle in Sandra’s pussy. I noted Henry looking intently, and he licked his lips.
“With my hand facing up, I do a ‘come hither’ motion along the top of her vagina. Now I am stroking her G-Spot.” Sandra opened her legs more and it looked like she is bearing down. Linda’s finger is wet with Sandra’s juices. She stops her motion inside Sandra, and circles her clit with her thumb. Then she goes back to stroking inside. Sandra reaches her hand up to her breast, rubs them, and tweaks a nipple. I go to help, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, while stroking her other breast.
Sandra is breathing hard and begins bucking her hips. Jasmine leans over to Henry, and I hear her say, “See how Sandra’s neck and chest are pink? She is flushed with arousal. She feels very hot and tingly, right now. She is very close to her orgasm.” Henry’s eyes are glued to Sandra and he cannot be bothered to write any of this down, right now.
Sandra calls out, “Oh god! I’m cumming! Oh fuck! Fuck!” Her abdomen bucks twice and you can tell that she is clinching on Linda’s finger with her pussy. Then Sandra begins to squirt on Linda’s hand. Things get very wet. I stop playing with her nipples, and Linda stops moving her finger and just holds still. Sandra gulps air like a fish out of water. Linda withdraws her hand, and I grab a paper towel to clean up. “Whew! Sandra gasps. That was a trip!”
Looking over at Henry, he is rubbing his cock through his boxers. Jasmine notices and reaches her hand inside, grabs the head, and lightly strokes him. He reaches his arm around her and lightly strokes her breast with the back of his fingers.
This is getting hot as hell, and we are all getting very turned on. I go over and bend over Jasmine, spread her legs and begin to lick her pussy through her crotchless panties. Someone is behind me, licking my pussy. I look around and smile to see Linda. She is eating me out while I am eating out Jasmine. Sandra has recovered enough that she is playing with Linda’s boobs.
I look up at Jasmine, and she and Henry are kissing. Henry has his boxers off and Jazz is stroking him for real, now. I feel Linda insert a finger, and now she is stroking my G-Spot, just like she had been doing with Sandra. I am getting so aroused that it is hard to concentrate on Jasmine’s pussy. Jasmine pushes my head back, and she gets up, interrupting the whole chain. She lays down on the couch, and Henry is preparing to enter her. I marvel again at the length of his taught member. The head is reddish-blue, and somehow looks angry.
Linda takes me by the hand, and leads me to the center of a small area rug that is just in front of the couch. She motions for me to lay down on the rug. She steps between my legs and lays down, with her legs between mine. She scoots herself toward me, lays on her side and scoots until her pussy is against mine. Then she rubs her open pussy against mine in sort of a humping motion. She says to me, “Have you ever scissored before?” I have never heard of it. She is frantically rubbing her pussy against mine, and I join in her rhythm. We are both very wet, and we make a squishy sound as we hump each other.
Looking up, I see Henry is vigorously fucking Jasmine, and Sandra is sucking on Jasmine’s tits, and at the same time she is stroking Henry’s balls.
Linda stops scissoring and moves to eat my pussy out. She is straddling my head, so I pull her hips down and begin to lick her pussy out in the 69 position. Her tits are hanging down, so I busy my hands with her beautiful breasts.
Above me on the couch, I hear Henry grunting and I know that he is filling Jasmine with his seed. She is panting and writhing under him, and I wonder if she is cumming, too. Seeing Henry thrusting so hard, ratchets my arousal up a notch, and I feel myself reach the point of inevitability. Looking up, Linda’s open pussy is a mere three inches above me. I begin to scream out incoherently in my ecstasy. Linda flops over on the rug beside me. I lay there, exhausted, and my pussy throbs. Beside me, Linda is masterbating furiously.
Sandra is sitting on the floor, watching Linda masterbate. Her hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat. Henry gets up and gets a roll of paper towels. He walks around and offers several sheets to each of us. His semi-erect penis, sways as he walks. For a moment I wonder if he might recover enough for a round with me? I reach over and stroke his leg, and he turns to me and smiles. “Did you learn anything today?” I ask.
“I have learned more today, than most guys get to learn in a lifetime. But the most important takeaway is the friendships that I have gained this week.”