6 comments/ 13164 views/ 2 favorites Abstinence By: amyss Something was always happening at the fountain in the middle of campus. A protest, a speech, people marching around carrying signs. Save the whales one day, end homelessness the next, support the Democrats the next. The fountain was the hub of campus, on the way to everything, where you were just as likely to find someone majoring in engineering as art history. The hubbub was usually at least entertaining, if nothing else. Today, while I was still a block away from the fountain, I could already hear the muffled sound of someone, obviously a guy, talking in a megaphone. The voice got clearer as I got closer, and even when I couldn't make out any words, there was something familiar about the voice. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to figure out why it sounded familiar, struggling to make sense of something encountered in a different context than usual. My ears were piqued on the sound, the rise and fall of the tone as he made some particular point. The voice stopped, and I could hear a smattering of applause and cheers before it started up again. I was getting a few words now: "and," "ourselves", "thinking." But somewhere my brain came up with a match: the voice sounded just like Jake. Jake and I went out when we were seniors in high school, but then he went off to the state university and I went to community college, and we just kind of grew apart. It was one thing to go out with him when we saw each other at school every day, but after we went to different colleges, it just didn't work. We were each engrossed in totally different college experiences, and we didn't prioritize each other. In our case, absence didn't make the heart grow fonder. We were so young then, just 18. What did we know? We'd lost touch in the intervening years, but now that I had transferred to the same university, I idly wondered once in a while if I'd ever run into him. I started walking a bit faster toward the sound of the megaphone, and the better I could hear, the more convinced I was that it was Jake I was listening to. I rounded the last corner and the fountain came into view. People were walking past in all directions, and a crowd of probably 20 or 30 people were surrounding the guy with the megaphone, who was standing on a folding chair. A smile began to form on my lips as I hustled toward the crowd and recognized Jake's dark hair, a tad unkempt, just like I remembered him. But the smile disappeared, and I stopped dead in my tracks, when I started to actually listen to what was coming out of the megaphone. "And so, fellow students, I think we can agree that college campuses are places for learning, for personal growth, for preparing ourselves for the real world. And although there's nothing wrong with having a relationship on campus, there's just no need for sex." Cheers from the crowd while Jake paused, then continued. "There's way too much focus on sex today, and we're here to tell you that the best time for sex is after marriage. And, don't worry, because each of us will tell you that abstinence makes the heart grow fonder." Slight chuckles all around now at this attempt at humor. Meanwhile, I was trying to make sense of what I was hearing. This would have been a perfectly normal morning at the fountain, nothing even remotely remarkable about it, except that the guy speaking so passionately about abstinence was, just a couple of years before, fucking me senseless. The speech went on for a few more minutes, and while I thought about bolting and hoping Jake hadn't seen me, the whole thing was just too bizarre to walk away from. Jake was actually my first lover, taking my virginity the day after we graduated from high school. I hadn't planned for it to happen that day, but I'd been thinking about it for months, and I'd been so ready. We'd both been worn out after wild graduation parties the night before. He'd picked me up and taken me to breakfast about 2:00 in the afternoon, then back to his place, where nobody was home. I'd been deeply in love with him, or at least I'd thought so at the time. We'd gone up to his bedroom and turned on the TV, but neither of us had had the faintest idea what was on. He'd kissed me over and over, my lips aching for more of him. Our clothes had been on the floor before I'd known what was happening. I'd taken his cock in my mouth like I'd done before, but when he'd pulled it away from my lips, still hard as steel, the look on his face had been one of pure animalistic lust. It was that moment when I knew I was about to be fucked. More applause from the crowd distracted me from this memory. You never forget your first time, right? Jake stepped down from the folding chair, and the crowd began to disperse. A few people, all female, went up to Jake, apparently to ask a question or something. They surrounded him, groupies around the rock star after his concert. I watched from behind the throng as someone, one of Jake's minions, apparently, put the folding chair and the megaphone in a metal cart. As the groupies thinned out, Jake turned toward me and I watched a flash of recognition on his face. He extricated himself from his conversation and jogged over to me. "My god, Lauren, how are you?" He gave me a quick platonic hug, which I dutifully returned. "Hi Jake, I'm good. It's great to see you after so long." "I didn't even know you were at State." "Yep, here I am, just since the beginning of the semester." "Well, do you want to grab some lunch today? I want to hear all about what you're up to." "Sure, that would be great." He pointed at the cart. "I have to take this stuff back to the SFA office right now. Do you want to walk with me, then we can eat after?" "OK," I said. He turned around and yelled over his shoulder at the remnants of the crowd, addressing his minions, I guessed. "Guys, I'm taking this stuff back. See you on Thursday." After a few waves, we started off away from the fountain, him pulling the cart along behind. I asked, "What's SFA?" "Oh, sorry, Students For Abstinence." We were both quiet for a while, the awkwardness of this moment bouncing silently between us. "Abstinence, eh?," I finally said. "Like, no sex?" He laughed. "Yeah, this is something I got involved in after I got to State." "Obviously," I said. "Why on earth would you get involved with such a thing? I mean, I happen to know that you haven't always been--" He interrupted me. "Right, Lauren, I know, but back then, I didn't know why abstinence is so beneficial." "Why is it so beneficial, Jake?" "A lot of people in SFA are there because it kind of fits with their religion. Which is fine. But another main reason is that it puts the people in control of their relationship instead of the sex. Sometimes you're out on a date and you're thinking the whole time about whether you're going to have sex after, instead of paying attention to your date. You're deciding where to go, what to do, what to say, to maximize your chances of getting laid. We're saying that this whole thing is silly. First get to know the person. There will be plenty of time for sex later." "That's the benefit?" "Well, that's one, yes," he said. "But doesn't having sex help you to get to know the person?" "Maybe," he said. "But there are lots of better ways to get to know each other that don't have so many overtones. If you both know up front there won't be any sex, you're free to focus on all of the other ways to get to know each other." "OK, if you say so." We turned off the main walkway toward the front door of the Wilson Bulding, a fixture on campus for a hundred years that once housed classrooms but has since been converted to offices and and work space. I held the door open while Jake dragged the cart through, and after crossing the lobby, Jake pressed the button to summon the elevator. While we were waiting, I asked, "So, Jake, do you wish we never had sex?" "Um, well, the thing is, Lauren, that I didn't really even know about SFA when I knew you." "That's not what I asked." The elevator dinged and the door opened. He must have been working on a response, because he didn't say anything until he'd pressed "4" and the doors were closed again. "Well, I don't regret it exactly, but it did help me understand what happens when, you know, there's a sexual relationship." The old elevator groaned and started up, painfully slowly. "Oh, really? What happened in our sexual relationship, Jake?" "This is kind of hard to explain," he said. "I don't expect you to understand all the reasons I'm doing this." "That's fine. I'm just asking what you think happened when we were--" A light suddenly went on in my head. "Wait, are you saying that when you went out with me, you were constantly thinking about sex the whole time?" "Um, no, that's not it at all. It's complicated." "Were you ever thinking about sex when we went out?" I asked. "I don't think this matters anymore, Lauren. This was a long time ago." "Exactly, it was a long time ago, and it doesn't matter, so you can tell me. I won't be mad." The elevator door finally slid open on the fourth floor, and Jake maneuvered the cart down a hallway to our left. He sighed. "I'm not proud of it, Lauren, but yes, I thought about sex a lot." Even though I probably already knew this, hearing him say it out loud gave me a jolt of emotion that was hard to describe. Not pain or sadness, not disappointment, but more like surprise, combined with knowing something I wasn't supposed to. I asked, "Do you remember the first time we had sex? In your room the day after graduation?" "Of course! How could I forget?" "Were you thinking about sex that day, while we were having breakfast?" "Oh god yes," he said. "I couldn't wait to get you in bed that day." I stopped in the hall. "Jake! What are you saying? I thought our first time was totally spontaneous. And you're saying you were deciding where to go and what to say the whole day just to get me in bed?" He kept walking while I spoke, but then stopped at a door within shouting distance and pulled his keys out of his pocket. "What can I say, Lauren? Guys are horny. That's kind of the point of this." He gestured to the doorway, labeled "Students For Abstinence." He wrangled the cart through the door, and I followed. The spring-loaded door swung shut after I let go of it. The room was larger than I expected, probably a former classroom, with a few cluttered desks and old chairs that looked like hand-me-downs from professors' offices. A blue couch by the window was faded on top where the sun hit it. Stacks of brochures were lined up on bookshelves along one wall. But for all the furniture, there wasn't a soul in the room except us. "I don't think all guys are that horny," I said, after surveying the room. "Well, I can't speak for all guys, but I--" He paused to rearrange the sentence. "Um, what I mean is, guys are horny." I sat on the couch while he unloaded the cart, leaning the folding chair against a wall and putting the megaphone on top of a desk full of papers. He pulled the cart into a parking space near the door. While I watched him, I wondered what it would be like to go out with a guy who wasn't obsessed with sex. "So Jake," I said, "Let me ask you, what exactly are you allowed to do?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, what exactly can you do and still be, you know, abstinent?" He sat in a chair and wheeled himself over next to the couch. "Well, we advise people not to put themselves in sexual situations where they might have to make a judgment call like that." "I'm not asking what you advise people," I said. "I'm asking what you can do." "All forms of sexual behavior are frowned upon." "Frowned upon? Aren't there any, you know, hard and fast rules?" "We're not going to send someone to jail if they happen to lick a nipple," he said. I laughed, but then picked up on his line. "So licking a nipple is OK, then?" "It's best not to go down that path, Lauren, because it's a steep slope and you might not be able to stop when you get to the bottom." I couldn't help but grin at his reference to the bottom. "OK," I said, regrouping. "So now that you're in this SFA group, when you go out with women, you don't think about sex anymore?" "The important part is that it doesn't matter what I'm thinking about, because we both know we're going to be abstinent." He sounded like he was reading a line directly from an SFA brochure. "Jake, I'm asking about you, here. Does this group somehow make you less horny?" "I don't normally talk about this stuff, Lauren. I mean, it's personal." "Come on, Jake, you can tell me. You already burst my bubble about what you were thinking when I lost my virginity, so I think it's the least you can do." He smiled at me and looked in my eyes. I knew those eyes so well, knew what they looked like in all kinds of circumstances. All kinds. "Yeah, OK," he said. "The thing is, I still think about sex a lot. Maybe not as much as before, but I learn to set it aside." "If we were on a date right now, would you be thinking about sex?" He didn't even pause. "Oh yeah." This quick comeback caught me off guard. "Why? You're supposed to be thinking about abstinence." "Because there's an incredibly sexy woman sitting right there on the couch, and not only that, it's a woman I've had sex with before, and someday I would love to have sex with ag--" He didn't quite catch himself before spilling this thought. I sat up straight and looked right at him. "You want to have sex with me again?" "Um, no, I just mean that this is what I'd be thinking." I said, "But you would set this aside." "Yeah, I'm setting it aside. Yes." "So Jake, when was the last time you had sex?" "I joined SFA right after I started on campus." "So you haven't had sex with anyone since me?" "No." "That's been a long time," I said. "Yeah, it has." "Do you know what I remember about you, Jake?" "What?" "I remember that when you kissed me just right, my lips would melt. I never found anyone who could kiss like you." I stood up and walked over toward his chair, then knelt down next to him. "I know you said you didn't want to go down a path, but there's nothing wrong with a kiss, right?" He shook his head just slightly as we stared in each other's eyes. My lips found his, and we kissed, softly at first, tentatively. The memory of his kiss was nothing compared with the real thing, and I luxuriated in the sensations. I put my hands on his shoulders, then worked them up along his neck, and I felt his arms circle around my waist. His tongue gingerly probed between my lips, and I eagerly returned the contact. The kiss went on for minutes, and when we parted, my lips felt just as good as ever. Maybe even better, since it had been so long. "Mmm, you feel so familiar, just like it was yesterday," I said. "Yeah," he said. I tugged upwards at the hem of his shirt. He raised his arms and let me take it clean off, turning it inside out in the process. I admired his chest, which had always been appealing, but he must have been working out in the campus gym, because his pecs were solid to the touch, exuding strength. I stood up and pulled off my tanktop too, letting him study my bra. It was nothing fancy, black, mostly cotton, with a little lace decoration right in front. He stood up beside me, moving directly to the couch with me as soon as I sat down again. My hand caressed in circles over his chest, dipping down to his stomach. His lips found my shoulder, and he peppered me with kisses, just the way he knew I liked. I undid the top button of his jeans and slipped three fingers inside, trailing them along the elastic waistband of his boxers. But then, abruptly, he pulled away from me and said, "Lauren, I'm sorry, I can't do this." "Sure you can, Jake. I know from personal experience that you can." "No, I mean, there's the whole SFA thing." "Right," I said. "SFA." "This is something I really believe in. I'm sorry." "Yeah, OK." His words weren't aligning with the signals I was getting from his body. The way he embraced me, the way he kissed me, these were signals I knew so well from years before. It was completely unlike him to pull away from me when I knew he wanted more. I wanted to play with him a little, so I asked, "What does SFA say about being naked?" "Lauren, I told you, it's best not to even--" I barged in. "Are you naked when you take a shower?" "Of course." "Then being naked is fine," I said. I slid my feet out of my sandals. "This is different, Lauren." "What's different?" "This is not a shower." "You're absolutely right, Jake, and I apologize for even considering it," I said. "You win. Let's go find a shower to be naked in." I stood up and reached my hand out for his, and although he took my hand, he didn't stand up, but did give a little chuckle. I sat back down. "I have to say that you don't seem to be respecting my abstinence." "Oh, I think I'm respecting it fine. So far all I know for sure is that we're allowed to lick nipples and take a shower together, and we haven't done either of those things." I was glad I had him smiling at least, because it made my job easier. He said, "I never said either of those were allowed." "Do you remember the first time we took a shower together, Jake?" "Yeah, I remember." "I was so attracted to you that day. It was incredibly hot, and we were playing tennis, and I let you win, and--" "Hey! You did not! I beat you fair and square." "Maybe. Anyway, we went back to your place and neither of us wanted to let the other one take a shower first, because we both were drenched with sweat. We both got in the shower together, and you washed every inch of my body, slowly, carefully, you let the soap suds trickle down past my breasts. I still remember the smell of the soap from that day. "And I turned around to return the favor, and your cock was already throbbing for attention, literally pulsing, and I hadn't even touched it yet. You handed me the soap, and I washed you, but carefully avoided your cock, watching it bounce with anticipation of what might happen. Do you remember how hard your cock was right then?" "God yes." His voice was breathier than it had been, and I knew he was reliving the moment right along with me. "I washed your balls, and I could feel that thickness stretching way below your balls toward your ass. I knew then that I had this power over your cock. I could make it do what I wanted with just a touch or a lick, or even a whisper in your ear. I loved that you let me have this control over you, Jake. Finally I knelt down and washed your shaft, and you moaned at the touch." Jake let out a soft noise, his eyes closed now, really getting into my story. "Yeah, kind of like that, but louder. I cleaned your cock so thoroughly, then watched it, right at eye level, while I let the water pour over it and I used my hands to rinse away all the soap. And when I stood up, your wet mouth devoured mine in a kiss. That kiss was probably one of our most powerful, Jake, don't you think?" "Yeah," he said. "And while you were kissing me, you reached your hand between my legs, and you made me realize that I was soaking wet, and not just from the shower. I could control your cock, make it as hard as ever, make you so turned on, but I couldn't help but turn myself on at the same time, maybe even more. You made me want you so bad, Jake." I reached my hand out to massage his chest again while I continued the story. He didn't object. "Then I stood on my tiptoes and leaned against the back wall of the shower, and your whole body pressed against me. I felt the tip of your cock sliding along my slit, and I had to have you inside me, I needed you inside me desperately right then." Abstinence Makes Hearts Grow Fonder They met in the hotel bar. She in a tight black dress that clung to her curves, him still in his work gear. Smart of course, he wouldn't have been allowed in otherwise, but nothing special, just a shirt, a tie. She was working of course, she was always working, the hotel was just one of the perks of the job. He was there for her. He sat at the bar, drink in hand, and watched as she bent over towards the barman to make her order. He saw the guys eyes widen as his gaze dropped down to her cleavage before she stood again, waiting. The barman rushed off to make her a drink, waving away her money with a wink. He already hated that guy. Jealousy was a bitch. Tonight she was a bitch as well, barely glancing his way as she downed her drink in one and sauntered past him to the exit, hips swaying seductively. It took him a good second or two to notice the room key she'd dropped in his lap. Room 216, second floor. Leaving his drink untouched, he made his leisurely way to the lift. Didn't pay to look too keen for the ladies. No one likes a pushover. The lift door slid open as he approached and there she was, waiting. A hand on one hip and a mocking look in her eye. She'd known he'd come after her. The second floor button was already lit as he stepped into the cage. Wary now like Daniel amongst the lions. There was only one of her, mind, but the look in her eyes told him she'd eat him whole given the chance. He didn't give her the chance. Before the doors had even closed he had her pressed up against the wall, hands pinned above her head, legs wrapped round his waist. If he let her go she'd have her claws in his back and her mouth wrapped round his cock in seconds. It was not a risk he was prepared to take tonight. Her mouth devoured his as the lift rose to its destination, her lips clinging to his like a starving man with his first meal. It had been almost half a year and she was hungry. Hungry for him. Her arms snaked around his neck as they exited the lift, her legs still wound around his waist. The hotel room was empty, generic, same as every hotel room the world over despite its inflated prices. The zip of her dress he undid as he walked, flinging her off him and onto the bed, the dress still held tightly in his hands. It tore, of course it did, but that wasn't important. Splayed on the bed, naked but for heels and stockings, the temptress looked up at him with an amused gleam in her eye. Waiting. With a snort of impatience, he ripped off his tie. The shirt he pulled over his head, not bothering with the buttons. His trousers fell where they lay and were kicked to one side with his shoes. This was no time for slow and tender. She dug her talons into his shoulders and he peeled them off, holding her hands above her head as he entered her without finesse. The waiting was over. Her eyes widened as he buried himself in her and paused, looking deep into her eyes. Asking questions he can't speak for fear of the answer. Is she still his? A shiver runs through him as she holds his gaze and whispers softly. "Always." They rut like animals, hard and fast and loud. Both racing to the finish line. The time for tender is later. Now is urgent, desperate, both doing everything in their power to force the other to come first. He whispers dirty nothing's in her ear as he thrusts, things he'd like to do to her, memories of things they've already done. She moans, whispers filthy thoughts back at him, images of her lips wrapped around his cock, fuck me, fuck me harder. She tenses her internal muscles, squeezing and releasing him until he groans. In response he changes the angle, pushing her knees up against his chest, her ankles draped over his shoulders in that position he knows she likes best. Well best for now at least. Given that he's stronger than her and she can't roll on top. He thrusts, she purrs, he groans she bites. In the end both are the victor, or neither, her orgasm triggering his as he pumps her full of cum. Sated, temporarily, they lay entwined on the cover. Before lust takes over and they begin again. Slower this time, after all, they have all night. Abstinence vs. Sex Education Author's Note: This is an opinion paper, just my opinion (although like anyone else in the world I'd be thrilled if I actually convinced someone to it)... However, it WAS thoroughly researched. If you ask and leave me an email or email me feedback I can give you the work-cited copy with bibliography. Otherwise, just know that I did research on this topic. Enjoy! ------------------------------ Sex education has become a hot topic in America, with most of the debate centering around whether schools should offer abstinence-only education or comprehensive sex education. A lot of studies have come out recently that compare communities with abstinence-only programs to those which offer comprehensive education programs, adding more fuel to the heated debate. Abstinence-only supporters push an agenda of morality and claim that comprehensive sex education doesn't work. Comprehensive programs push an agenda of "abstinence-first" while claiming that abstinence-only education doesn't work. And through the country young people are exposed to a wide-range of sex and sexuality, everyone acknowledges that it is important to give them some kind of education to help center them, the biggest question is what kind. The biggest complaint about comprehensive programs, by abstinence-only supporters, is what they feel is a lack of emphasis on abstaining from sex. Abstinence-supporters believe that teaching about birth control is actually encouragement to teenagers to have sex. They want to send the message that sex outside of marriage is immoral, and that the only way to stay disease-free, happy and not be pregnant is to abstain from sex. They also make the claim that there are emotional and psychological after-effects when young people have premarital sex, as well as the risk of disease, making abstinence the only acceptable solution. Their reasoning is backed up by more than the risk of pregnancy or Sexually Transmitted Diseases (STDs), the emotional risk is just as important to them. One program leader says, "We tell them condoms won't protect your heart, that latex won't stop human papilloma virus." They also claim that premarital sex creates individuals who are more likely to be divorced later in life. The curriculum of abstinence-only programs teaches that intercourse before marriage will have harmful social, psychological, and physical consequences. Controversial topics such as abortion, masturbation and sexual orientation are not discussed. Contraception is only discussed in terms of failure rates and STDs are presented as an inevitable result of premarital sex. They use fear tactics to instill caution, giving the worst-case scenarios so that teens in the programs can see what could happen to them. Many programs involve participants taking a pledge to abstain from sex until they are properly married. These programs present abstinence as the only way to guard against emotional and psychological trauma, STDs, and unwanted pregnancies. Comprehensive sex education offers an open environment in which to discuss sex, it is accepting of everyone's behavior - both abstaining and engaging. Most comprehensive programs stress abstinence, they "teach that abstinence is the most effective method of preventing pregnancy and STDs, including HIV; discuss pregnancy and disease prevention, discuss condom use and other contraceptives; discuss a wide range of topics including Lesbian/Gay/Bi-sexual/Trans-gender (LGBT) people, parenting, sexual abuse, and family diversity, empowering young people to make healthier choices about sex." It also teaches the most effective ways of avoiding STDs and pregnancy if teens choose not to abstain. Comprehensive sex education programs emphasize abstinence as the only way to be 100% sure of avoiding unwanted pregnancies and STDs, but they also acknowledge that many teens will make the choice not to abstain and so want teens to be as knowledgeable as possible to avoid them if they choose not to abstain. Also, comprehensive programs feel that more informed teens will make the choice not to engage in sexual activity as opposed to less-informed teens. Abstinence-only supporters claim that comprehensive sex education does not emphasize abstinence enough, and actually implicitly encourages premarital sex by informing students of contraceptives. Their logic says "the caveat that says 'and if you do engage in sex, this is how you should do it' substantially weakens an admonition against early non-marital sexual activity." They have also said that these programs give teens a mixed message, both urging them to abstain and giving the know-how and means to begin a life of "casual sex with multiple partners". However, most studies concluded that programs which included discussion of contraception did not hasten, and actually sometimes delayed, the initiation of sexual intercourse. They also do not increase the number of sexual partners, but they do increase the number of teens using contraceptives if they decide to have sex. Contrary to abstinence-only supporters claims, researchers found "that young people who took a pledge were one third less likely to use contraception, when they did become sexually active than their peers who had not pledge. In other words, pledging can create harm by undermining contraceptive use when young people in these programs became sexually active. The researchers also found that pledgers have the same rate of STDs as their peers who had not pledged. In fact, not only were pledgers less likely to use condoms to prevents STDs, they were less likely to seek medical testing and treatment, thereby increasing the possibility of transmission. Further research found that, among those young people who have not had vaginal intercourse, pledgers are more likely to have engaged in both oral and anal sex than their non-pledging peers. In fact, among virgins, male and female pledgers are six times more likely to have had oral sex than non-pledgers, and male pledgers are four times more likely to have had anal sex than those who had not pledge." Another study found that, "Abstinence only programs provide these youth with no information, other than abstinence, regarding how to protect themselves from pregnancy, HIV and other STDs. A third, related concern of evaluators was abstinence-only programs' failure to proved positive information about contraception and condoms. Evaluators noted more than once that programs' emphasis on the failure rates of contraception, including condoms, left youth ambivalent, at best, about using them... Abstinence-only programs show little evidence of sustained (long-term) impact on attitudes and intentions. Worse, they show some negative impacts on youth's willingness to use contraception, including condoms, to prevent negative sexual health outcomes related to sexual intercourse. Importantly, only in one state did any program demonstrate short-term success in delaying the initiation of sex; none of these programs demonstrates evidence of long-term success in delaying sexual initiation among youth exposed to the programs or any evidence of success in reducing other sexual risk-taking behaviors among participants." These studies showed that the stance pushed by abstinence-only supporters is not only wrong, but that they actually have it backward. Because abstinence-only programs do not talk about oral or anal sex, they also do not teach that these are just as good of disease transmitters as regular intercourse or teach the teens how to protect themselves. Dr. Buzz Pruit who directed a study of abstinence only programs said, "These programs seem to be much more concerned about politics than kids..." Comprehensive supporters have found other problems with abstinence-only programs, finding that they give information is that scientifically incorrect. Condom failure rates are reported as being much higher than public health studies have shown, and they give the impression that condoms will not protect against STDs. They also create a hostile environment for LGBT youth, "Many curricula only mention LGBT people and same-sex sexual activity in reference to promiscuity or disease. Abstinence-only programs ignore the fact that same-sex couples exist and as of yet can't legally marry. Students with LGBT, unmarried, or divorced parents are led to believe that their families don't count and are responsible for society's problems. Students are taught that having a child out-of-wedlock is harmful to the child, the parents and society." Comprehensive education supporters are often angered by this narrow view of society and the fact that abstinence-only programs do not allow for differing viewpoints. Students are taught that differing viewpoints are immoral and wrong and that abstinence and same-sex marriages are the only acceptable options. Many comprehensive-education supporters feel that this pushes a religious agenda, rather than trying to actually benefit they students. They are angered that religion has made its way into a school program, and that the government is now funding many of these programs. For the most part, the articles that compare comprehensive sex education and abstinence-only education seem to be more in favor of comprehensive. They do explain the other point of view, such as the fact that comprehensive sex education can send a mixed message, because it does tell kids to abstain but also gives them the information they need in order to being having sex. However, it is reported by some studies that comprehensive programs do not actually increase the amount of sexual intercourse among teens, they actually demonstrate a decrease because teens are more informed. Other reports say that abstinence-programs have no lasting impact, while still others found that abstinence-only programs resulted in other sexual activity (Such as oral and anal sex) and a greater spread of diseases. Young people are exposed to a lot of confusing and contradictory messages about sex and sexuality every day of their lives. They see health messages telling them about the dangers of unprotected sex, and at the same time they see the media and TV shows promoting sexual activity as making a person more mature and attractive. A poll found that most Americans wants their children's sexual education to be broad, covering many different topics and preparing them for the world. Of course, there were differences of opinion on when they should be taught about certain things, what's more appropriate for middle school vs. high school, but studies have found that parents want their children to have access to a lot of information. "The most controversial topic - 'that teens can obtain birth control pills from family planning clinics and doctors without the permission of the parent' - was found to be inappropriate to 28 percent of the public, but even there, seven out of 10 (71 percent) thought it was appropriate. The other most controversial topics were oral sex (27 percent found it inappropriate) and homosexuality (25 percent). Interesting, in a separate question about what schools should teach about homosexuality, only 19 percent said schools should not teach about it at all. For the most part, Americans want teachers to talk about homosexuality, but they want them to do so in a neutral way. Fifty-two percent said schools should teach 'only what homosexuality is, without discussing whether it is wrong or acceptable,' compared with 18 percent who said schools should teach that homosexuality is wrong and 8 percent who said schools should teach that homosexuality is acceptable." Studies have also found that students often being experimenting with sexual activity before they have any classes in sex education, probably because most of the programs concentrate on high schoolers. Looking at all the programs available, it becomes apparent that "Although sex education programs in schools have been around for many years, most programs have not been nearly as effective as hoped. Schools across the country need to take a rigorous look at their programs, and being to implement more innovative programs that have been proved effective. Educators, parents and policy-makers should avoid emotional misconceptions about sex education; based on the rates of unwanted pregnancies and STDs including HIV among teenagers, we can no longer ignore the need for both education on how to postpone sexual involvement and how to protect oneself when sexually active. A comprehensive risk prevention strategy uses multiple elements to protect as many of those at risk of pregnancy and STD/HIV infection as possible." Many health officials feel that sex education should be more comprehensive because they have a higher success rate of protecting teenagers who are involved in sexual activity, as well as possibly postponing that involvement. Right now there are no universal guidelines for the country on what should be taught in schools, some states severely restrict sexual education; in other states, sex education is encouraged but there are no clear guidelines about what should be taught to students. Arthur Caplan, PhD feels that abstinence-only education does not work, not just because of the lack of information but because of parents, "Parents attitudes seemed to change when these same kids went away to college or went off to get a job. A lot of these very same parents stopped preaching that sex before marriage was wrong. A fair number of them would whisper that sex before marriage might be a good idea, especially if the sex was with someone their son or daughter was thinking about marrying. Many of these parents had lived with someone before marrying and all of them who had done so had sex before marrying. The message that sex must wait until marriage is not the right message to send to a young person. The people sending the message almost never lived up to it in their own lives and nothing turns a kid off like hypocrisy. Furthermore, most kids themselves just don't believe it. And lastly, regardless of what someone's age is, it makes much more sense to talk about maturity, love and mutual respect than to send an absolute message that sex is unacceptable outside marriage - a message that gets nullified the day a person graduates from high school. Science and common sense, not wishful thinking and hypocrisy, should guide what we teach kids about sex." He outlines some of the most basic ideas behind comprehensive sex education: recognition that teenagers will experiment rather than denial, abstinence isn't going to happen for all of them, and the mixed-messages that are a day to day part of every teenager's life. Comprehensive sex education is more beneficial because it allows an open environment in which to discuss sex and is accepting of all behaviors. It teaches safe ways of protection and does not increase the amount of sexual activity, in fact it is fairly adept at decreasing that amount. Most studies show that abstinence-education doesn't work, and most studies that say it does are backed by religious or Right-wing political groups. Most articles about abstinence-only education seem to be more religiously based than anything else, endorsing Christian articles and ideals. Of course there is nothing wrong with that, and some abstinence-only programs will work for some teens... but America is not just made up of Christians and abstinence-only programs do not accommodate those teens who will experiment anyway. They are a good idea in theory, but there isn't any concrete evidence to show that they benefit anyone, and much more evidence to show that they don't. Comprehensive sex education teaches more about the reality of the world and what is available, offering knowledge and protection. It utilizes common sense in recognizing that not all teenagers are going to abstain, no matter what they're told, and arms them against disease and unwanted pregnancies. These programs allow for discussions on controversial issues without making judgements on ethics or beliefs, allowing each student to place their own belief system in conjunction with their education. Students can ask questions and get factual answers, rather than answers tinged with a moral or religious agenda. Abstinence-only programs are based on nothing more than fervent hope, not very useful when students are faced with the realities of life. As G.I. Joe says, "Knowing is half the battle." Abstinence I dipped the same three fingers back just barely inside the front of his jeans, just where they'd been before when he'd jumped away. This time he didn't budge a muscle. I ran my fingers along the waistband of his boxers, back and forth, then moved farther inside, feeling for the bulge I knew would be there. I found it a little to the left of center, just where I expected it. "You knew just what I needed, Jake. You pushed into me, filled me up so deeply, and I dropped down off my tiptoes and let you in even more. The water was still running over your shoulders, and I closed my eyes and gave myself to you completely. You made me cum so many times in the shower that I lost track. All I know is that the water was cold when we were done." "Lauren, you were incredible that day. I've missed you so much." I pulled my hand out of his pants and moved toward him, squashing my body on top of his as he slouched on the couch. I kissed him again, and he eagerly kissed me back. I could feel the bulge in his crotch pressing against my body even with all our layers of clothes completely intact. His lips and tongue were hungry for me, and his arms circled to my back and explored my body like he used to. After just a moment I felt a hand on my breast, perfectly still, just feeling its heft through my bra. I disconnected our lips and reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, but held it in place. His hand stayed right where it was, holding the cup in place. I knelt next to him and used my free hand to trace the outline of the breast he wasn't holding, first on the outside of the bra, then underneath. I watched his eyes all the while--he was staring unashamedly at my chest. "You can try this with your hand too, Jake." With this invitation issued, his hand moved away from the cup and under the fabric of my bra, gently massaging my bare breast. I felt a spasm of electricity in the nipple Jake was working on, many volts higher than the other one, where just my own fingers were still exploring. He still had this ability to control me. His touch was so light at first, barely caressing the skin, making slow circles around the whole breast, then tightly circling just the nipple, working it until it hardened. I let the bra fall, and he immediately shifted his focus to the other breast, giving it equal treatment. I unzipped his fly and yanked downward on his jeans, and he lifted his butt off the couch to let me pull them down. Without untying his sneakers, I pulled them off one at a time before taking his jeans all the way off. I watched the outline of his shaft through his gray boxers, and as I reached my hand out to feel it, a wet spot became visible through his boxers at the tip of the bulge. I smiled at this and said, "Mmmm," because I happen to love the feel of precum. I fished his cock out of the fly of his boxers, which was not easy because of its considerable rigidity. It still angled a few degrees to the left when it was hard, just like I remembered. I ran my index finger over the tip, and was rewarded with a fresh drop of his silky smooth liquid. I massaged this all over his cock head, and at this Jake let out a deep moan. "Lauren, this feels so good, but--" My hand fell still and grasped his shaft while I looked in his eyes. "What?" "But I don't want you to do this right now." I could feel his heartbeat through my palm and fingers as his cock pulsed expectantly. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah." "Because your cock doesn't feel like it wants me to stop." I squeezed my hand around his shaft gingerly, and another shiny drop of precum appeared. "Well, I do." "OK, Jake, I don't want to do something you don't want." I let go of his cock, and he quickly tried to get it back inside his boxers. He had to bend at the waist and tug his shorts at various angles to persuade this thick shaft to be concealed again. Even after he succeeded, the tent it made was just as prominent. I still sat topless next to him, and when I reached my hands up to my breasts, I found my nipples thick and sensitive, eager for more attention. His words were very clear about what he wanted, and although I was listening and doing as he asked, it was clear that our bodies were on a separate course. I moved to the other end of the couch from Jake, with my back leaning on the armrest, and we sat watching each other. As I watched him, I reflected on the absurdity of the situation: him in just socks and boxers with damp spots on the front getting ever larger, and me in just my khaki shorts, flashing my tits to him like it was Mardi Gras in New Orleans. It occurred to me that although he had apparently vowed to be abstinent, I had done no such thing. I stretched my legs out toward him, touching his calf with my foot, and unbuttoned my shorts. I watched his eyes widen almost imperceptibly and follow the motion of my hands. I ever so slowly pulled down the zipper, one tooth at a time, until it was down all the way and the top of my white cotton panties were visible. They weren't my sexiest, but they'd have to do. I wiggled my body enough to pull off my shorts and toss them on the floor. My panties were accented with vertical stripes of pink lace, and the holes in the lace pattern revealed the skin underneath. Jake's eyes were intensely fixed on my body, looking like he wanted to bore larger holes in the lace. His hands shifted awkwardly, as it appeared that he didn't know what to do with them. My right hand found its way inside my panties, first with just the tips of my fingers, the way I'd done to Jake. I dropped my chin down to my chest and watched through the lace as my fingers made slow ovals, areas of darkness and light appearing and disappearing as shadows formed and then moved on. I darted my eyes back to Jake without moving my chin, and saw that he was still transfixed with my actions. I worked my hand in farther, squeezing my breasts together between my upper arms, letting them rise and fall with every one of my deep breaths. My fingers reached my pussy and found my lips puffy and moist, and I uncontrollably said, "Ooh, Jake." I don't know what possessed me to toss his name in, but it just came out. "Oh God, Lauren, you are incredibly sexy." His voice was soft and low, and these unexpected words from him in that tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I arched my back in response. Still inside my panties, the fingers of my right hand circled all around my pussy, feeling the outer lips pull apart and invite exploration deeper within. The warmth and dampness was undeniable now, and my motions started to elicit the first hint of squishy noises. Jake, meanwhile, had finally found something to do with one hand, which was now buried inside his boxers and slowly stroking his thick shaft. I moved my foot against his calf, calling attention to the only parts of our bodies that were touching each other, despite the escalating heat in the room. "Jake," I asked, with the squishy noises increasing in volume, "do you want to see what I'm doing?" "God yes." With my left hand, I pulled the crotch of my panties away from my pussy lips and let Jake watch. I dampened my fingers with a trip down my slit, then let them transfer the liquid further and further away, making a shiny area all around my slit that was getting bigger and bigger with each swipe. After displaying myself for a few swipes, I let go of the crotch and let my panties hide my pussy again, although by that time the shiny area wasn't totally concealed. Jake had let his cock out of the top of his boxers, and I watched him slowly stroke its whole length, base all the way to the tip, and saw the precum spill out and run down the side. The sight of this man, so obviously turned on, so intoxicated with my performance, was itself incredibly erotic. I watched another stroke of his cock, and thought about how I hadn't seen it or played with it for so long. I thought about him pulling away from me a few minutes before, ostensibly not wanting to have sex, but clearly unable to totally turn away. I suppose that I wasn't able to turn away from him either, as we were both captivated in each others' spells. "Jake," I asked, "do you want to taste what I'm doing?" "Oh God, Lauren." I stood up, peeled off my damp panties, and tossed them at him. He caught them with his left hand and brought them immediately to his nose, inhaling my scent. By the time I returned to my place on the couch, he was already rearranging himself, reaching his head toward my crotch. The first touch of his tongue was light, but amazingly intense, and we moaned in unison at the touch. He slowly plied his tongue along my pussy, quenching a desperate thirst. His tongue knew what I liked so well that I might never have believed it had been more than two years. Jake hadn't always been great at giving oral sex, but after so much practice, and trial and error, he'd learned exactly what I wanted, and when. A shock coursed through me as he nudged my clit gently, and I moaned again. I put my hands in his hair and wiggled my fingers as he pressed his hands against my inner thighs, giving himself a better angle. He captured in his mouth one lip, then the other, before running his tongue down my slit, probing deeper and deeper with every pass. I could feel my temperature soaring as Jake drank me in again and again. When he came up for a breath, I finally pulled his head away and focused on his face. The look in his eyes was exactly the same as our first time: that pure animalistic lust, completely uncontrollable. He wanted me. "Jake," I asked, "do you want to fuck me?" He didn't respond to the question, but he knelt between my legs and took off his boxers. The head of his cock was deep purple as it finally bounced freely. He moved over me and let his cock rest against my pussy, which was now slick with a mixture of juices. He gave me a deep kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue, and at the same time his cock began to slowly slide up and down along my slit, lubricating itself for what was to come. His motions were deliberate, and even after he broke off the kiss, he kept moving his shaft against me, sliding in long strokes. His purple head was barely touching the nether end of my slit, then a long stroke later, he had trapped my clit against his shaft and squeezed his balls against my pussy. The sensations were unbelievably intense, and I knew I couldn't wait much longer to have him inside me. "Jake," I asked again, "do you want to fuck me?" He still didn't respond, but kept pulling his shaft against me. On the next downstroke, he grabbed my left nipple in his mouth, and I let out a loud yelp. "Ooh, Jake, yes." His tongue thoroughly mired itself around my nipple, licking it softly at first, then getting more intense as the nipple quickly hardened. He tweaked it firmly at that point, then made me grunt with pleasure as he squeezed it gently between his teeth. I wanted him inside me, and I knew I could capture his cock on his next upstroke by pivoting my butt outward, changing the angle enough that he would slip right inside me instead of sliding along my slit again. He released my nipple from his mouth and started to move, and I started my pivot, knowing that he would be inside me in seconds. I felt a shudder of excitement pass through my entire body just from the anticipation. Instead, he pulled away from me completely and squirmed back to the other side of the couch, leaning up against the other armrest. His cock was totally covered with liquid, and still so hard that it made a loud splat against his belly when he got situated over there. His legs were stretched out toward me, and they would have been touching my legs, except that my knees were about even with my ears, presenting him with an unobstructed view of my pussy in its most excited state. He said, "Listen, Lauren, this is fun, but we really need to stop now." "Dammit, Jake." "I'm sorry." My legs fell down again toward the couch seat, and I could feel juices flowing down past my slit into the cushion. I had expected to make Jake horny, but I hadn't expected that I would be so turned on myself. I said, "I'm sorry too, Jake, but I have some bad news for you." "What?" "I can't stop. I need this right now, and it's going to happen whether you want it to or not." "Jesus, Lauren." What happened next wasn't so much my deliberate, thoughtful action, but rather pure instinct, as my body's desire for release overcame rationality. My right hand went to my pussy, and I carefully coated my first three fingers with the liquid streaming down to the couch. All three fingers were sopping wet in a matter of seconds, and they stabbed into my pussy in unison, reaching in as deeply as they could, but never deep enough. My thumb pressed against my clit, and the tiniest motions were enough to jolt me into ever higher levels of ecstasy. I moaned uncontrollably and squeezed my eyes shut. My feet lifted away from the couch again, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw through the fog of my impending orgasm that Jake's eyes were transfixed on me, his hand making quick strokes up and down the shaft of his wet cock. His body was quivering as he stared at me. The motion of my hand slowed automatically in response to my body. Between moans, I said, "I am so close right now. I could cum any second if I wanted." "You are so incredibly sexy, Lauren," he said. "You have no idea how much I want to make love to you right now." I watched his hand slow also, then come to a complete stop, with his thumb and fingers making a complete circle around the base of his shaft, letting it stand away from his body, pulsing expectantly. "Do it, then, Jake." He didn't respond, and we both sat perfectly still for a half minute, the only motion in the room his throbbing member. When I couldn't bear it any longer, I withdrew my fingers, sat up, turned my body around, and crawled over to his end of the couch. I climbed on top of him, my knees on either side of his waist, suspending my pussy directly above his crotch. I leaned down and kissed him, and his tongue lashed at me, taking out some of his body's frustration. I broke off the kiss and whispered in his ear, "I want you, Jake." I sat up again, straddling him, and turned my attention to his cock. He shuddered and grunted when I did this, but he didn't stop me. I used my already sopping-wet fingers to slowly glide up and down the shaft before grabbing it tightly and pumping. His eyes closed when I did this, and then his head thrashed back and forth. I pointed his cock straight up, and it came with a fraction of an inch of grazing my pussy, still suspended directly above. I could have impaled myself on him with just the slightest bend of my knees, but instead I stayed perfectly still. A drop of liquid fell away from my pussy and landed on the tip of his cock, then ran down its side. We were motionless. Just when I thought I would have to climb off him again unsatisfied, a massive burst of motion erupted below me, and before I knew what was happening, Jake had lifted his ass clear off the couch and engulfed his shaft inside me. I shrieked at the sudden sensation and fell on top of him, burying him deeper within me. His thrusts were quick and powerful, enough to lift my whole body up and down, enough to make my breasts sway up and down with a regular rhythm. Our foreplay had brought me almost to the brink of orgasm, and the shock of his sudden intensity brought me even closer. I tipped over the edge to my first orgasm when I realized that he had chosen to do this with me, even though he had spoken so passionately against this very activity just an hour before. I moaned and screamed in delight, and Jake didn't relent even slightly, if anything continuing to pump even deeper. He didn't let my orgasm end, forcing me to stay in pure ecstasy for as long as I could remember. Tears were forming in my eyes, and I tried to find words to express what I was feeling, but nothing came out but incomprehensible babble. Our motion slowed just slightly, and I watched Jake's facial expression contort in such a way that I knew he was about to cum. His head turned to the side partway, eyes closed and mouth open. He moaned deeply as I felt the first wave of cum flood inside me, followed by wave after wave after wave. I could tell by his reaction that it was an intense orgasm for him, and this reality pushed me over the edge again, giving me another pulse of excitement when my marathon orgasm should have been dying down. After the cum ended, his thrusts still continued for a full minute, slowing down in pace and intensity as we both came back down from our peaks, panting and sweating. I stayed on top of him even after he stopped completely, relishing in the sensation of his erection subsiding inside me. When I finally lifted myself off him, a flood of diluted cum gushed onto his crotch, and he made no move to prevent it from flowing down between his legs and over his hips onto the couch cushion. "God that was incredible," Jake said. "Let's not wait another two years, okay?" "Shit, what about SFA?" "Jake, here's the thing. You can't resist sex. It's one of those basic instinctual things. You'd have just as much luck with 'Students for Not Eating' or 'Students For Holding Your Breath'." He smiled and said, "No, that's not it. I've resisted it perfectly fine for two years. I think it might have something to do with you, Lauren." "I'll take that as a compliment, I guess," I said. "But on another topic, I remember a discussion earlier about lunch. Get cleaned up and let's find something to eat." We used Jake's boxers to dry ourselves off as best we could, then turned the couch cushions upside down so the wet spots were down. Jake tucked his boxers under a cushion and went commando the rest of the day. My panties were also still too damp to wear, but rather than put these in the couch, Jake put them in the pocket of his jeans. As we walked out into the hall again, I glanced back at the room and found that it looked just about as it had before. The door closed behind us, and I never went back.