10:12 A.M. Wednesday, October 11,
2063
"Lisa,"
I said, trying for that gentle-yet-firm tone appropriate for a coach speaking
to a young student, "Lisa, take off your blouse.� Everyone else has."
The fourteen year old girl looked about and, yes, everyone else was clad
in nothing but skirt and undergar�ments.�
Only Lisa Lagrange retained her school uniform's blouse.
"P� please, Coach Michaels, I� I'm� I'm not wearing a
b-b-bra!"� Lisa blushed even deeper
red (which sur�prised me; she was pretty red already) and hung her head.
"Well," I said, "take off your blouse anyway."
Lisa's jaw dropped as she looked at me with wide eyes, and I thought,
"Oh Hell, she's going to cry!"
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Most men, when they hear that I'm a sex
coach at the local high school, get an instant hard-on thinking of all those
young, nubile teenagers.� Let me tell
you, its not all its cracked up to be: parents sticking kids in your class
before the kids are ready, kids who fake parental consent forms, fourteen year
old girls who don't really want to have sex yet, but are afraid to say so for
fear of appearing uncool, parents who decide to yank kids who *are* ready out
of class (after fighting to get the last seat), then expecting you to somehow
restore the virginity they demanded you relieve their daughter of!
Don't get me wrong; I love my job.�
It's an important job.� I've seen
how things were in the last century.� In
the 1990's the average age for first intercourse was sixteen, and nearly half,
if asked a few years later, regretted the circumstances and felt that they
hadn't been ready.� Sex education
consisted of some anatomy, a little bit on dis�ease and pregnancy, and a lot of
suggestions that "it" should be put off as long as possible.� "It" was not put off, of
course.� Loud protests were raised
against recommending condoms, which were the only reliable defense against
STD�s (including AIDS) that sexually active people had in those days (this was
before the vaccine was developed).� A
Surgeon General of the
Things are different now.� Teenagers may be starting as young as ever, but at least they've had some sex edu�cation worthy of the name.� I'm proud to be a part of that.� And yes, I love having sex with adolescent girls.
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"There now," I said, taking Lisa's hand in both of mine,
"there's nothing to be embarrassed about.�
It'll be just like the locker-room, except there's a guy here for you to
spy on!"
I started walking about the room, rubbing my nose, yawning and
scratching my balls as if I didn't know I was being watched. �When I heard laughing, I reached into my desk
drawer and pulled out a manual.� I pulled
my chair out so all the girls could get a good view, sat down and opened the
manual, still apparently unaware of my observ�ers.� After turning a few pages, I reached down and
undid my pants.� As some of my class
giggled, others gasped.� I pulled out my
cock and began stroking myself.
"These older women are nice," I said, as if to myself,
"but what would really turn me on is a bunch of topless teenagers."
More giggling, and then, softly, "Coach, look."� It was Lisa's voice, and when I looked she
was bare from the waist up, blushing and smiling.
"Lisa," I said, looking into her sparkling amber eyes,
"you are beautiful."
It was true.� They were all fairly
attractive, though I knew at least some of them had some doubts about it.� A girl this age often thinks she is plain or
even ugly, even if she is a joy to look at.
"Coach, should the rest of us take our bras off too?� I mean, just to be fair?"� This from Amethyst, already undo�ing the
clasp on the front of her lacy white bra.
"Well," I said, looking around
to see what sort of reaction Amethyst's suggestion was having on the other
girls, "any of you that wish to remove your bras may do so, but it's not
required today."� I'd noted that all
the girls seemed ready, so I didn't worry about peer pressure.� Every one of them immediately shucked her bra
and stood bare-breasted before me.� Only
Mary seemed a bit hesitant.
I saw several of the younger girls looking with envy at the older girls'
breasts.� When will they learn to quit
feeling short-changed when they simply haven't finished growing?� There is no way of telling, just from looking
at a four�teen, fifteen or even sixteen-year-old's breasts if they are as big
as they are ever going to get, or are merely a prelude of bigger things to
come.� I've had more than one
flat-chested sixteen-year-old in my class, just to see her sporting a big old
pair of knockers two years later.�
Granted, sometimes this is due to a visit to the plastic doctor, but
more often the girl's body just suddenly decided to bloom.� Some bloom early, like Mary.� Only fourteen, Mary had the biggest pair in
class.� The way she hunched her shoulders
forward and stooped showed that she was self-conscious about her bust.� I sighed.�
The small-breasted always wished they had big boobs, the large-breasted
wanted tiny titties.� There wasn't a
thing in the world or in space I could do about anyone's body proportions; I
just had to let each girl know that she was desirable, attractive, sexy.� As I looked at the sixteen of them, I thought
back to last month.
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