5 comments/ 23870 views/ 5 favorites Tertiary Education By: DexSinis The first thing Mark Lancer was aware of was blaring, hateful noise. As soon as he recognised it as the trumpeting of his alarm clock, he slammed his hand down on the 'shut up' button, and sighed with joy in the peace that came afterwards. It was a hard hit, but he'd made sure when he bought it that it could stand up to such punishment. As the sleep cleared from his mind, he soon realised that the alarm clock was the only familiar thing in the room. It wasn't his room -- it was an alien rectangle, with two sets of basic furniture and a few still-packed bags. After a minute or two, he remembered why he would be in such a place. It was his university dorm room. With that memory came the realisation of why his alarm clock would go off so early. "Son of a bitch, I'm late for class!" It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining down on every bit of the campus' well-tended greenery and the birds offering background music... but Mark only caught brief glimpses of the grounds' beauty as he hurried down the paths and into the Health building. Once he was inside, he took the time out to grab his class schedule and make sure he was headed for the right room. It wouldn't do to be even later than e already was because of a stupid mistake. As he was looking at the schedule, he saw the class' name, and made the stupid mistake of pausing for a moment just to think about it. Sexual Education. He'd thought it was a joke when he'd seen it in the list of electives, but as he read through the course description, it sounded like the real deal. Not more talk about safe sex like from high school, but actual, practical training. And that meant... practice. His cheeks burned as he thought of it, excitement making his heart start beating faster even before he stepped through the door. Inside, he found a very different class from any he'd seen before. There were no desks or chairs except for the one at the front: instead, futons were laid out on the floor, each with two students kneeling or sitting on it. Thankfully, one was still only half-occupied; the blonde girl kneeling there noticed him, and beckoned him to join her. Once they finished greeting each other with a smile, a piece of paper was passed along to them. It looked essentially like the class's roll, but there was a little extra at the top. It was a consent form, with each signature affirming that they were old enough to engage in... activities. He signed off, passed it along, and turned his attention to the teacher. Mark had been half-expecting an utter creep to have been part of this class, and was pleasantly surprised. She was tall and leggy, with her body poured into a stylish skirt suit. There were an excited brightness in her smile and a vivacious spark in her almost-black eyes, which were complemented by the mocha shade of her skin and her long, midnight-black hair. She clapped her hands together, the sharp sound stilling all the conversations. "Okay, class! One last reminder: this is the class for heterosexual Sex Ed. The gay class is in room 30A down the hall, and the lesbian class is room 28B upstairs. Are you all where you should be?" A moment's pause led to nobody at all leaving the class, and she beamed. "Great! I'm your teacher for this class, Miss Michelle Rivera. Everyone, get to know your partner. Once you're comfortable, get a rubber from the desk here, and get started. For now, the most important thing is practice, practice, practice!" He could feel his heart thudding, feel the blood pumping in his ears... and elsewhere. Were they seriously all going to 'practice', right there and then? Yeah, it was an embarrassing thought... but also an exciting one, in its own way. He turned to the blonde sitting next to him on the futon, and held out his hand. "Hey. I'm Mark." Her handshake was a gentle, feminine thing, and she gave him a bright, friendly smile that did wonderful things for her face. She was more 'cute' and 'pretty' than classically beautiful, with a softness to her cheeks and lips and a brightness in her almost-yellow eyes. "I'm Amber. It's totally awesome to meet you." He gave the rest of her a quick once-over, trying not to be too obvious as he examined her. As far as he could tell, she was a little below average height, though it was hard to tell with her sitting there. Her figure was outlined by her pink babydoll tee and blue denim short-shorts, giving him a good sense for her: slender in some ways, but with enough curves to be appreciable. Once he'd finished that, he looked back into her face with a smile. "I hope you don't mind me saying, Amber, but you look gorgeous. I'm glad I snagged you as my partner." She giggled and gave him a playful shove on the chest. "Oh, you. I don't mind you saying that at all. Shall we get started?" She whisked her top up and off her head, all in one smooth motion. She'd come prepared to undress; her handful-sized breasts bounced into nudity, no bra in the way. He froze up -- it even felt like his heart stopped for a moment. There was no way he could avoid staring at their perky perfection. One of his hands twitched, but he got it under control before he actually reached over to her. "Are you sure about starting off so quickly? I mean..." His voice faded out. Faced with such amazing tits, he didn't know what he meant. "Mhm!" Even as she undressed, she was still as friendly and chirpy as ever, not treating her toplessness as anything overly sensual. She moved onto her shorts next, showing a similar lack of underwear down below. In mere seconds, all her creamy, smooth skin was bared. "Everyone else is getting started. It could be a nice ice-breaker! Could you fetch a rubber for me?" She batted her eyelashes. He was up in an instant. On his way across the classroom, he saw she was right. More of the women were naked than even partially clothed. Various kinds of foreplay were happening as well, from a petite brunette making out with her partner to the voluptuous redhead lying back with her legs spread while her partner ate her out. Moans were starting to lift into the air, the mingling of voices marking it as the budding orgy it was. The teacher smiled at him as he approached her desk, and the sheer directness of it left him too abashed to face her. His gaze fell -- first to the teasing sliver of cleavage in the middle of her blouse, then farther, to the desk. He swiped one of the condoms from the chain, and hurried back to his shared futon. Despite his fears, Amber was still there. In fact, she'd spent the time in between preparing herself. She was on her back, perfectly relaxed, and her hands were playing over her body: everything from the subtle stimulation of a caress to her throat down to the more direct pleasure of rubbing her pussy, though she went no deeper than her surface. "Hi again." Her voice was just a little bit breathier than it had been. She giggled as she looked up at him. "You're a little... over-dressed." He didn't need to be told twice. In seconds, he was just as naked as she was. By reflex, he knelt on the futon, between her thighs. His manhood felt like it should have been sighing from the comfort of being free again, its stiffness leaving it pointing straight forwards, along her body. He swallowed nervously as he looked down at Amber, willing himself to meet her eyes instead of her nipples. "What now?" She tried to make things a little easier on him, by bringing both her hands up and starting to massage her breasts. Yes, they were covered... but the sight of such fondling was magnetic all on its own. She glanced around herself. "It doesn't look like anybody's caught up with us yet. I like the idea of being the first to really start, you know?" She looked back and grinned at him. "Put it on, and fuck me." Mark was gasping for breath just at the thought of doing that. The condom's wrapper tore open easily, but with his shaking hands, it took a couple of tries to get the latex actually on himself. The tight wrapping highlighted each throb more clearly, even as it insulated him from other sensations. Even with that layer of protection, however, he still tensed when Amber took hold of him. Her fingers were so... so long, flexible, feminine. So unlike his own, which were what he was more used to feeling. She stroked him a couple of times, but that wasn't her goal. Soon, she was angling him, drawing him closer to her. She used the tip of his cock to brush her entrance, and lifted her hips to take him shallowly inside. It all hit him at once then, how real the situation was. A beautiful young woman was laid out underneath him, and the only clothing between them was a condom. They'd only just met, but there they were -- and there others were as well, all moving towards the goal which he and Amber had already attained. And all the while, she never gave him anything more than a friendly smile, like sex was the most normal thing in the world. By instinct, he slammed his hips forwards. The condom's lubrication combined with Amber's, making it a smooth motion as he entered her. Once inside, he found himself shocked by the warm tightness of her, squeezing all around him. The condom wasn't protection enough to keep his nerves from being overloaded by pleasure. It was only after she wrapped her arms around his shoulders that he remembered himself. His hips started moving, giving one steady, pumping thrust after another. Oh, he could have easily just given in and pounded her brains out, but he knew the importance of resistance, of holding himself back. Though they were the only ones doing more than foreplay, it took a minute or two of thrusting for Amber's moans to join the voices already in the air. Little by little, her enjoyment grew, and let itself be shown in her body. Her hips would twitch and push back against his thrusts; her back would arch. Her skin started to flush a warm pink, and her lips hung open to let loose progressively louder moans. Even without teasing up to the event, she was still enjoying every second of it. Her arms squeezed more tightly around his shoulders, lifting her enough from the futon that the stiffened tips of her breasts just barely brushed against his flatter, firmer chest. While he was nailing her, he felt a hand rest on the small of his back. It couldn't have been one of hers: he still felt both her arms around him. "Ah, the missionary position. Hmm, good depth." Michelle's voice. Hearing it pulled him out of his reverie, and just when he'd been nearing the edge. He and Amber both turned in that direction, and found her kneeling beside them. She was still fully-clothed -- in fact, the only person in the room still wearing any kind of clothing. She looked at them with a smile, but also a critical glint in her eyes. "This is a class, remember. I can't teach you anything if I don't pay attention to how you're going." She winked and patted his back. "Don't mind me. I'm just... observing. Ooh, and good job -- you haven't even slowed down this whole time." Mark realised she was right with a sudden blush. His body had just kept on thrusting against Amber, even as the teacher watched. That sensation, that feeling of eyes being on him in the midst of intercourse... now that he thought about it, there was something thrilling there. He didn't quite understand it, but his body did. The surge of arousal drew him to thrust harder into Amber, drawing a moan from her and an appreciative gasp from Michelle. His mind again began to swim with pleasure, but Amber wasn't far behind. Her legs slid around him and pulled him in closer, keeping him deep even on the backswing. She touched his cheeks and made him face her again, her amber eyes looking deep into his own. That look of hers captured him, and his focus returned to her. His hands, formerly just pressed to the futon to hold his body up properly, now pushed between her and the bed to begin a tight embrace. With so much less backswing possible, he made up for it by going deeper, using all his cock at once. They both twitched at the end of each push, with his tip brushing sensitive spots far inside her while she squeezed along his entire length. He leaned closer and closer, until he could feel the softness and taste the sweetness of her breath. Colours seemed brighter as he gazed at her, especially the gold of her eyes and the shining pink of her lips. Instinct drove him forwards again. He swooped down, and his mouth claimed hers. With all the energetic ecstasy running through the rest of his body, he barely even registered the softness of her lips giving into his pressure. That fire in his belly grew noticeably more intense with each thrust now, tingling as it made its way up to a peak. He could feel it coming, foresee it almost down to the second... ...and then his prediction was thrown off when Amber flew into her own orgasm. Her muffled moans vibrated into his kiss. All four of her limbs wrapped more tightly around him... but most noticeable was the rhythmic squeezing and relaxing of her inner walls, making herself that little bit tighter each time he was sliding inside. The boost of pleasure was much more than he'd been expecting, and his whole body was suddenly full of the white light of pleasure. He returned her cries with some of his own, just as quieted by the pressing of lips. His hips were erratic, pounding into her with no rhythm or reason while his shaft twitched just as wildly. Each twitch fired off a spurt of semen, captured by the condom that left him free to stay inside while he was cumming. Even after they both finished, it took several minutes to fully come down from that height, and then back up from the lethargy afterwards. They looked into each other's eyes again, and shared a smile. This time, it was Amber's turn to move in: she leaned upwards and gave him just a brief peck on the lips. "That was good." Her voice was warm and heavy, showing how fully she meant it. He drew away, sitting up again to look down at her from a little farther away, taking in the sight for a moment before meeting her eyes. "Oh yeah. You felt so good, Amber." Feeling a gaze led him to look to the side again. Michelle was still there, and looking a little flushed in the wake of what she'd just witnessed. She slid her gaze over each of them, gradually absorbing it as she drew slow breaths. It was clear she liked all of what she saw, with no discrimination for gender. "Very good work. You two can go ahead and get out of class, ahead of the rush." It didn't take long for the pair to dress themselves again, even without the lustful rush hurrying their movements. They headed out into the still mostly-empty halls, having some time truly alone together -- no others around, whether voyeuristic teachers or fellow students. Such passionate sex was thirsty work, so they stopped by a vending machine for drinks. Once they had them, they sat down together in a row of chairs set into the wall. Amber smiled at him, both in gratitude for the drink and... just because. "So, can I ask why you signed up for a class like that?" He started blushing again, and gave a noncommittal shrug. "Oh, you know. I haven't really... done much of that. Only had one girlfriend get that far in high school, and she moved away to go to a different university, you know?" He realised just how creepy that sounded, and appended, "And I thought it'd be good to learn about how to do it better." Yeah, he said that last sentence way too fast. Thankfully, Amber took it in good humour, giggling away with that same friendly light in her eyes. "Oh, wow. I'm totally the opposite. I've been active, like, with friends, since I was fifteen. I figured with all that practice, a class like this would be a breeze. Like, easy credit points, you know?" Mark nodded, a nervous chuckle bubbling from his lips. "Yeah, I can understand that. Guess you won't have much patience for a newbie like me then, huh?" "Don't be an idiot." Still with the playful smile. She shoved him in the chest. "I think helping a guy like you -- talented but inexperienced -- could make a class like that even more fun." She winked and cuddled up against his side. "Not to mention, the homework's bound to be much more fun. What do you say? Partners, for the whole course?" She slipped away and held out a hand. He took it with a smile. "Partners." He marvelled at how he'd managed to keep his voice steady, even when he felt like he should be cheering and bouncing off the walls. Regular sex with a girl like Amber? He had a lot to celebrate. Tertiary Education Ch. 00 Mark Lancer was an adult. There was no way around that. He'd had his eighteenth birthday months before, and now he'd even graduated high school. The celebration for that went late into the night at his friend Lyle's house. Yeah, there was drinking, but so what? Eighteen was drinking age in plenty of other countries. Most of the revellers went home, but by the end of the night, Mark was passed out in the guest room. Later that night, a series of noises woke him up. A car's engine. The opening and closing of doors. Footsteps. Water running in the shower. He wasn't fully awake until the shower's cadence faded, and by then, he'd decided it was worth investigating. He dragged himself from the bed, and made his way down the semi-familiar halls. The bathroom door was closed, but not locked. And there she was, standing in the warm mist in front of the mirror. She was already dressed again, clothed in a white tank top and flannel pants as she brushed her hair. Mark was sorry to have missed out on the view, with how stunning an image she still was. Her hair was like a waterfall of liquid gold that washed down to her shoulder-blades. It was still damp and slightly messy from the shower, but her patient brushing was smoothing it out. Her eyes, shining in the mirror, were as bright and clear a blue as a cloudless sky. The structure of her creamy, smooth face had girlish angles steadily giving way to the rounded definitions of a beautiful young woman. Even more womanly was her tall figure: her pyjamas' close-fitting outline showed a slender shape, balancing athletic tone with soft curve. His gaze slid along her a number of times, back and forth, but there was one part of her which had an almost magnetic pull. Aah, her tits. They weren't gigantic, porn-star tits, or anything; no, these were movie¬-star tits, the kind of ample orbs that could fill out a dress fit for the red carpet. Large enough to call attention, but modest enough not to shout for it. Modest enough to be comfortable in that thin tank top, and in that perfect shape: high and perky even without a bra's support, but with a tangible weight to them that assured him they were natural. Her fans would dream about those breasts, but never see them. Not unless they were lucky enough that she made her debut in a B-grade horror movie. They even had a sprightly jiggle to them as she turned around, and now he could really look at them and not their reflection. "Oh, did I wake you? I'm sorry, I tried to be quiet." He jumped at the sound of that light, girlish voice. Ohgodshecaughthim. "Oh, no! I mean, uh, yes. But, um, it's okay?" He forced his eyes upwards. She was even more radiant from the front, especially with her hair now totally straight and smooth. Despite catching him red-handed and leering-eyed, she still greeted him with a friendly smile that showed freshly-brushed teeth. "You can relax, you know." Then those soft lips pursed. "Hey, aren't you... Mark? Lyle's friend? Wow. You've grown up so much, I didn't even recognise you." After a moment, details dropped into place, and his jaw just plain dropped. "Wait. April? Lyle's sister?" He couldn't help looking down at her again. "You're so..." 'Thin' was one word that came to mind, but it damn sure wasn't the only one. She giggled, her eyes still bright with friendliness even with the further ogling. "Mhm! I'm home from college. Now, we can talk in the morning. I was on the road for hours, and I'm really looking forward to curling up in my old bed." "Um. They've, ah, turned your old room into a guest room in the meantime... or at least, that's what Lyle said." Dammit. He was going to have to do the right thing, wasn't he? There she was, looking so put out... But then an idea occurred to her, and she tilted her head as she made an offer. "Would you mind sharing? If I remember right, it's big enough for both of us..." His eyes widened so far they were probably going to dry out in short order. There was absolutely no way he was that lucky. To get in bed... with a girl like her? "I... uh..." He cleared his throat, trying to push past the nervous stammering. "Sure! Sure. I wouldn't mind that at all." If not for the shock, he'd probably have been jumping around in a way which would completely fail to 'play it cool'. Just a few moments later, Mark was in bed again, with April beside him. He could feel how her body made a dip in the mattress, feel the warm radiating from her. He could smell her natural, sweetly floral scent. Just the knowledge that she was right there made him... tense in all sorts of ways. He couldn't even keep his eyes closed. He kept turning to look at her, admiring her features in the moonlight. No matter how much he wanted to, he would not touch her. Hell, he couldn't even touch himself with her there. He really hadn't thought it through... April turned to him and opened her eyes. In the dull moonlight, the sapphire of her gaze looked like colourless grey. "Mark, are you okay?" He blinked. Had she been awake the whole time? As if being caught staring once wasn't enough. "I'm fine, April. Really." He was not a good liar. She gave a cheekily knowing smile. "Neither of us are going to get to sleep with you so tense." She paused for a moment, lips pursed as she thought. Then, out of nowhere: "How about a blowjob?" There was no way he'd heard that right. "I. Wait. What?" "A blowjob." She enunciated it carefully, making sure he heard. "I mean, it'd ease the strain, and I have to practice them anyway." "You can't be serious," he whispered. Instead of answering aloud, she slipped under the covers. Her breath was added to the list of things he could feel, though its warm wasn't the only reason he was starting to feel hotter. "Just lay back and relax," she said. Her voice was muffled, coming from under the covers as it did. Light, sensual kisses brushed their way down his body, moving along his chest and stomach. With his shirt still on, he was insulated from really feeling the pleasure of her lips against his torso. Other parts of him would not be so lucky: she soon had his pants pulled down to his knees, and his shaft sprang free, throbbing with arousal. The sensation of her soft, warm breath on him was just a prelude. Soon, her tongue dragged along the shaft's side, from tip to base and back again. The lick sent erotic fire all through his body, making him arch up off the bed. He tried to strangle his moan, but it just felt so good... She continued, moving with a slow patience. That wet tongue explored every inch of his cock, leaving him slick and moist. Except for the smacking of her lips and the wet noises of her tongue, she worked in silence. He grabbed handfuls of the sheets and gripped at them until his knuckles turned white, trying to hold on in more ways than one. Then she drew back again, until it was just the tip of her tongue circling his glans in a slow massage – and such a dextrous tongue it was. After a further moment of that, she slipped gradually forwards, taking him actually into her mouth. Her lips squeezed at him as they glided along his lubricated length, but distracting him from the pleasure was the feeling of something rather more rigid scratching just behind them. "W-Watch the teeth," he whispered. Still, it helped him to haul himself back from the brink; without the worry of those teeth, he probably would have already finished. "Oh, sorry." Hearing her soft voice reminded him that it was April sucking him off, even though the darkness and blankets kept him from watching her work. That added to the thrill when she got back to it, even more so than the refinement. Her jaw was held open wide enough that he felt the softness of her lips without the unpleasant rigidity of her teeth coming with it. Then he felt more than her lips. The cavernous warmth of her mouth surrounded him as she lowered herself, and her tongue lavished attention on him, rubbing along his lower side with a tender pressure and plenty of saliva. As she coated him more and more liberally, she started sucking it back down, the fluid's movement towards her throat adding another layer to the suction. He was reminded of her lips when they bumped up against his groin, having made it all the way to the base of his member. She started sliding back and forth, each cycle taking her as far back as the edge of his glans and as far forwards as his groin. She started grunting and groaning, and though it was soft enough that he could barely feel it, the sounds' vibrations joined in with every other bit of attention to drive even more pleasure into his body. It started as a simple warmth in his belly, but it steadily intensified. As warmth turned to fire in his loins, the heat seeped outwards. Inside of a minute, he could feel it tingling in his fingers and toes. With her concealed by the cover of blankets and shadows, Mark could only imagine how gorgeous she looked, moving along his cock over and over. That shining, blonde hair, shaking with each motion. Her full lips, kept in a constant squeeze around him. That such a woman as her would be willing to service him was mind-blowing as well as more literally blowing. All too soon, the psychological and physical thrill became too much for him to contain. A dam broke inside him, and passion washed through his whole being like a tsunami. He was scarcely conscious of anything but the mouth around him, and the twitching of his cock as he spilled his load. The ecstasy started to abate with the last of his spurts, leaving him again perceptive enough to notice a boost in the suction, dragging out the last little bit that hadn't left him under his orgasm's power. After pulling his pants back into place, April slid out from under the covers again, and sat up beside him. Even with his needs sated, he still adored the sight of how that tank top conformed to her curves. Her breasts didn't hold his gaze this time, however. She opened her mouth, and moonlight glinted off the pearly fluid that lay on her tongue. After a closing of her lips and a single bob of her throat, she showed him that every last drop had vanished, giving him one last bit of titillation before she lay back down. Despite what she'd just done, she still just lay beside him, with no more closeness or cuddling than before she'd even made the suggestion. Now that the excitement was over, the adrenaline left Mark's system, and other, sleepier hormones took its place. Relaxing was nothing near the struggle it had been earlier; in mere moments, he was asleep. The next morning started as could be anticipated, with how late they both actually got to sleep. April was already up and dressed, wearing a blue babydoll t-shirt and matching pleated miniskirt. She sat on the bed's edge and leaned towards him as he stirred. "Hey. It's, like, eleven. We missed breakfast, but there's a nice café around the corner if you want to get something?" She went with a burger and chips, but there was no way Mark was going to pass up the chance at a chicken salad sandwich. And the mayo was just as tangy as he liked it – he'd definitely remember the place. Conversation was had between bites of their meals. April offered some explanation. "So, yeah, semester's over. I'm home from school, but not for too long – just this week. After that, I'm going on a trip with some friends of mine until the beginning of the next school year." "Aw." That was a bit disappointing. Still, he could smile, put a brave face on it. He reached across and brushed her hand. "Still, that is a week. Plenty of time to get to know each other." She smirked at him, though she didn't take her hand away. "You're going to have to be satisfied with that BJ from last night, Mark. I have a lot of old friends to catch up with. Booked solid until my flight leaves." Well, that was a shoot-down in no uncertain terms. He could feel his cheeks heating up. "Oh. Um." Time for a subject change. "You said you needed to practice? Is that for a friend of yours, or...?" "Homework," she admitted with a smile. "It's a sexual education course. My TA said my fellatio skills were what needed work." His eyes widened, completely on their own. "I... I saw that course, in the electives list. I thought for sure I was reading it wrong. You seriously mean it's..." She grinned. "A practical course. Oh yes." He took a breath. "Well. I know what I'm signing up for."