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10:00
A.M. Monday, September 3, 2063
�Good morning, class,� I had begun,
�Welcome to Human Sexuality 101, Participatory Course. I know that some
of you are eager to get started, and some of you are feeling a bit
nervous. We will, of course, start with the basics, and for that I have
some videos. I realize that you all know such things as where babies come
from, and about� HEY!� I looked about as if something had flown past my face,
�who let that stork in here?!�
There was a bit of laughter, more than
the lame joke deserved. But it had served its purpose; the ice had been
broken. I assigned Chapter One in the textbook, and started showing
videos, hitting �pause� now and again to point out specifics. They had
all, without exception, been surprised when I started showing video of men
getting hard, internal views of the vagina in orgasm, and male
ejaculation. They knew that this class included frank, ex�plicit
information and sexual activity in the classroom. But none of them
expected video cumshots on the first day of school.
�Notice,� I said, pausing
the video, �how this girl�s face is flushed just before orgasm, then pales,
then goes flushed again as her orgasm fades.�
I started the video again, and heard
several gasps as they noticed that the girl in the video was about fifteen,
that the setting was this very classroom, that there were at least twelve nude
girls in that classroom watching, and that the man with his fingers inside the
climaxing girl was me.
�This video was donated by a class about
two years ago,� I told them, �Video of you will not be used unless you give
permission.�
I saw several of the girls look at each
other, and a few were looking *anywhere* except at me. Each and every
girl in the class was thinking the same thing: If I stay in this class, it�s
going to be *me* buck naked in front of every�body with Coach�s fingers up my
snatch. Indeed, that was the very reason I�d shown the clip. There
was still time for a girl to drop the class and not have a bad mark on her
school record.
Three girls had dropped the class, and that is why I
stood looking at sixteen of them now, instead of the nine�teen who�d originally
signed up. All the better for me; I�d asked to have the class limited to
fifteen. Mostly, though, I didn�t need anybody in this class who didn�t
know what she was in for.
We�d gone over the basics of
physiology, reproduction, vaccinations, etc. I had remebered to wish
Saffron a happy birthday, as this was the day she turned seventeen. That
had been last month.