Naked in School-Kevin and Denise
I woke up in the morning disoriented and confused—something felt way off kilter and I just couldn’t get my bearings. I got up and sleepwalked through my morning routines and made my way to school, driving slowly; fortunately I don’t have to drive on any heavily-trafficked streets to get there.
Finally, I got to home room and was collecting myself when the announcements came on but wasn’t paying any attention when suddenly I heard my name called, asking that I come to the office! What the hell was it now?
I walked to the office and into the principal’s room. There were a bunch of kids standing there and Abover was sitting at the principal’s desk!
“Ah, good to see you, Coris. Now that we’re all here, everyone strip.”
“What the hell is going on?” I shouted. “I already did the Program! And where’s Fletcher?”
“He’s no longer principal. He was removed for violating the Program rules, and your week doesn’t count. You’re going to do it properly now. Strip now, and I mean it!”
My heart just sank; suddenly I didn’t have any energy left and little desire to fight anymore. I slowly began removing my clothes as Abover’s face took on a triumphant grin. I was barely noticing the other kids in the room but they had been undressing faster than me because they were now all naked and I still had my pants on. A voluptuous blonde girl moved in front of me and put her hands on my hips. I felt my cock stir and begin to get hard.
“Need any help with the pants, stud?”
She ran her hand over my chest and pinched a nipple.
My mouth was dry and my body felt leaden. “Uh, I guess...”
She undid the belt and zipper, then hooked her thumbs in my tights and pushed both tights and pants all the way down to my ankles.
“Woooh, what a gorgeous cock,” she breathed as it popped up, and then she grabbed it and engulfed it with her mouth and began sucking on it hard!
The pain lanced through me and I sat up. Sat up? What?
I was sitting in bed! It had been a dream. Hell, what a realistic dream. And my hardon was throbbing; it hurt, but not the kind of pain I had been experiencing from erections in the past. This was pain overlaid with the memory of pain—kind of like anticipating worse pain that never comes. Man, that was one awful nightmare.
Then the memory of the events of Saturday began to return. Ok, need to do those PT stretching exercises twice a day. Maybe I’ll add them to my pre-run stretches and take another run now.
When I returned from my run and showered, I checked my email and found a number of messages about the website, most of them citing statistics about its tremendously increased traffic and media coverage of Program news. The site was now being covered by many news media blogs, both traditional newspaper and network companies as well as the non-mainstream ones, and searching on search engines yielded thousands of hits now rather than the few that led to government sites. And many of the articles from our site had been copied and reposted on those media sites with a disclaimer that, although the claims couldn’t be independently verified, the events described fit other suppressed reports so closely that their truth couldn’t be easily denied.
Feds shut us down? Ha.
I had some messages from Dan and Aunt Janet asking how I was doing and telling me news of events in Jakarta. I wrote back to tell them of my medical progress, my completed Program week, and that I now had an official girlfriend.
Then I sent an email to Bob, explaining that Denise’s mom was being given a long-term assignment in Atlanta and Denise would be staying here. I asked what legal arrangements would need to be made so that I could be responsible for handling issues if her mom couldn’t be immediately reached. We had six weeks before she was to move to Atlanta.
Then I began to work on my homework. I had several papers, problem sets, and assigned readings to do, so I dug in. About two hours later, my mobile rang. It was Denise.
“Honey? Mom left for the airport a few minutes ago but just before she left, one of her friends dropped off a gift certificate for a yoga session she couldn’t use.”
“So what’s that about?”
“Well, it was for a couple; they were going but now her husband isn’t feeling well enough to go. Mom’s friend called her to see if Mom wanted to go with her. She couldn’t, obviously, and it was going to be wasted because none of their other friends do yoga. Then Mom suggested that we might want to use it. The workshop is in 45 minutes. It’s some kind of therapeutic healing yoga. Can you go?”
“Sure, might be interesting. Pick you up in twenty?”
“Yeah. See you.”
I packed my stuff in the car and picked up Denise a little early because I wasn’t sure where the workshop house was. It turned out to be in a very upscale community out past the med school so I was glad I had left time to find the place. I pulled into the drive and parked next to four cars in a little parking area.
We walked to the door and a little sign on it said to enter and remove our shoes at the door. We did, and followed the sound of voices into a large room just off the foyer.
“Welcome to our workshop on tantric yoga,” a middle-aged man with darkish skin and an athletic build greeted us as we entered and accepted the certificate Denise handed him. “My name is Mahir and my partner is Adya,” he indicated a stunning woman who was just entering the room. They were both wearing flowing white silk robes.
There were three other couples already in the room, all middle-aged, ordinary people. We were instructed to be seated on cushions on the floor. The lighting was low and came from what seemed like a thousand candles that were burning everywhere. There was music playing, very quietly, Eastern-sounding music.
One of the women looked around nervously. “I do yoga and heard about this workshop but then today someone told me that you have to be nude. I don’t think I can do that.”
"Well, tantra is about sensual enlightenment and tonight we will teach you how to open yourself up to this sensuality. It’s basically a way to achieve a higher sexual pleasure through breathing exercises, using your senses, and concentrating on your partner. Actually we do teach it with the partners naked, the experience does require bare skin against skin. Also this isn’t a lecture. You will do each step as we go, with you following what we demonstrate; we find that people learn best that way,” Mahir said.
He stood up and so did his partner and they both dropped their robes. Underneath they were totally naked. They both had shaved pubes and their skin glistened. His cock was enormous; it hung down about seven to eight inches and his balls were really big too. She was slim, with a tiny waist, B-cup boobs, and a high, round ass. There was a gasp from most of the others. Wow, this isn’t what I expected; I thought it was gonna be a lecture or group discussion. I noticed that Denise had blushed and really tensed up.
“Do you want to pull out? I had no idea that this was how this class was going to be.”
“Yeah, let’s go,” she whispered.
We got up and started for the door. So did two other couples, including the one with the woman who asked the question.
We reached the door but Mahir had come up behind us. “Please stay; we find that everyone is quite shy at being nude, some are even a little afraid at the beginning, but later they feel more comfortable with being naked. This workshop really works best if you know nothing about it and don’t know what to expect, so our materials don’t mention the nudity. If you can trust me, you’ll learn something wonderful about yourselves and your relationship. Please try it, stay, and we won’t insist that you shed your clothes.”
I looked at Denise and she shrugged. I looked at him. “Ok, sir, we’ll stay and see how this goes. Both of us have real issues with nudity and it’s a medical problem, not that we’re shy.”
“Sometimes doctors prescribe tantric yoga to treat some types of body issues, you know,” he said as he turned back to the room. “Feel free to rejoin us.”
One of the other couples, the one with that woman, left anyway, and the other couple came back with us and we all sat down again.
The woman was sitting on her cushion in a cross-legged pose and I could see her pussy peeking out between her legs. She looked over the remaining couples and raised her arms and hands over her head like she was making a halo.
“We begin now. Please remove your clothes now and sit, arranging your pads as Mahir will demonstrate.”
The couple who didn’t try to leave rose and shyly disrobed quickly, covering their privates as they quickly got back onto their cushions. Meanwhile Mahir had placed his cushion right in front of Adya’s and sat down on it facing her cross-legged with their knees almost touching.
The second couple and Denise and I just arranged our cushions to face each other. The clothed guy sat with his legs extended in front of him. Mahir asked him to fold his legs but the guy said he couldn’t sit that way.
Mahir then spoke. “First let’s cover the concepts of tantra, beginning with the basics. We will demonstrate and then you will copy what we show you. You start by making a connection with your partner and we do that by looking deep into each other’s eyes while taking your right hand and placing it over your partner’s heart. Try to reach out with your senses and feel each other’s aura—try to pull in their energy. We’ll do this for several minutes.”
Denise and I stared into each other’s eyes as I felt the faint beating of her heart. I felt myself falling into her eyes and realized with a start that this was kind of a self-hypnosis. And it was quite sensual too.
Mahir soon continued, “Now close your eyes and using the palms of both hands, stroke your partner’s chest. Move your hands down over the nipples, across them and around, moving up to the shoulders. Feel their skin’s texture and their body’s curves and the hardness of the bones under the skin and the softness of the skin over the chest and try to remember those feelings. Use your palms and stroke up, around, and down, following the chest’s contours. Memorize the shape you feel and try to imagine that you are being stroked along that same path, over a body shape that isn’t part of you.”
We followed these instructions but of course, being clothed, felt nothing, really. After about five minutes of this stroking, he went on.
“Keeping your eyes closed, place your arms on your partner’s shoulders, allowing your arms to lie touching skin to skin, and form an image in your mind about the sensation of touching your partner’s chest, recalling the shapes you felt, and become one with that image. Become one with your partner.”
After a few minutes of this, he stopped us.
“Next, we bring breathing into the poses. Raise up on your knees, facing each other, and bring your bodies as close as possible without touching and let your partner’s warmth flow from their body to yours. Close your eyes and now the male, place your arms around your partner as if you were giving her a hug, but don’t touch her. Bring your cheeks as close as possible to hers without touching and breathe in and out together, slowly. Listen to your partner breathe and make believe you are breathing for them. Always pay attention to your slow, deep, steady breathing. This stimulates the energy flow, just as it does in meditation.”
He allowed us several minutes in this pose, gently murmuring his instructions about keeping our postures and breathing and not touching.
“Ok, now the females, repeat that with your partner.”
We switched around and Denise encircled me with her arms. I heard Mahir move around close behind me as I knelt on my mat.
“Did you forget to exhale, sir?” he spoke quietly to the guy next to me.
“Oops,” he murmured. “I was feeling so relaxed.”
“That happens. Never get so relaxed you forget to breathe.” The group chuckled.
He went on. “The next exercise is where nudity is really essential and we strongly suggest it. Not only is it the most vital component of tantra, it’s beneficial for the senses and you’ll find it highly enjoyable.” No one moved to undress. “Very well, that’s fine, you may be able to feel some heightened arousal, but nowhere as strong. Ladies, take a cushion for your head and one for your lower back and lay down on them with your knees bent and legs spread. Now the men, kneel on your knees between your partner’s legs and lean forward. Do not let any part of your body touch, rest your arms at the sides of your partner’s body. Try to keep your penis from touching her. Get your balance and hold that posture for the next step.”
I was balanced over Denise and noticed that the nude couple was very uncomfortable. She was squirming a little and the guy had a rigid hardon and was raising his butt, trying to keep his cock from touching his woman. The clothed guy was out of condition and, trying to remain in position, he became out of breath and began puffing.
Adya now spoke. She was lying on her back with Mahir hovering over her and his enormous erect cock, now some nine inches long, was lying flat against his belly. What incredible muscle control. Probably why he wasn’t speaking just now.
“Each of you breathe like this. Inhale with a deep breath through your nose and hold it for two seconds, then slowly exhale through your mouth. As you do that, close your eyes while you listen for your partner’s breathing and try to follow them as you inhale and exhale. Breathe together now. In through your nose, in, in, deeply in, hold, hold, hold; now slowly breathe out through your mouth. Bring your mouths close together and feel your mate’s breath as they exhale. Breathe for your mate. Let your mate breathe for you, both as one. In and out. Stay together. Keep your eyes closed as you become one. Listen to their breaths and follow, in and out. Again and again. Over and over. Let your breathing become one and soon your bodies and your minds will be as one. In and out. Slowly open your eyes and look into your partner’s eyes but continue to breathe in and out deeply.
“Don’t stop as you listen to this next step. Breathe, in and out. Lose yourself in your partner’s eyes. As you both of you breathe together, I want the male to begin to simulate sexual intercourse, thrusting while using only his hips. Rock your hips up and back; don’t push to and fro on your knees. Only your hips should move. Begin now. Rock your hips up as you breathe in and back down as you exhale, holding a moment in between to keep the breathing pattern. Ladies, help them keep the breathing going; set the pace. In and hold, hold, hold. Out slowly, out, out, out. Keep up this rhythm, in and out, thrust in and roll out, breathe in, breathe out.”
This was tough to do, this sex in slow motion. I had to keep from touching Denise and keep my balance, and keep moving in and out while keeping my breathing going too. I noticed that the other couples had almost given up; they were getting out of sync and the guys were almost lying on their women. Also, staring into Denise’s eyes was terribly distracting and I kept losing my focus. What beautiful eyes she has!
Mahir called, “Breathing, men, remember to breathe!”
I heard a few “Huff” sounds and smiled. I had stopped breathing too.
Adya continued, “We go to the next level now, and that’s pretending that the man is actually engaging in penetration. I want you to feel yourselves sharing the passions of your bodies with each other. Focus on what your passions feel like during intercourse and recall your first sexual arousal, recall your first passionate coupling, your first sexual contact, and let those memories enfold you, let them become a part of you. Let those feelings flood over you now as you continue to thrust and breathe, thrust and breathe.”
Suddenly Denise began to sob and sat up and I rocked over so she wouldn’t bump into me. I held her as she sobbed into my shoulder. I knew what happened and I pulled her up and walked her toward the door.
Adya had jumped up too and the whole group broke up in confusion. She pulled on her robe and rushed to us.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
Denise kept sobbing, so I answered, “That was really mean. If we had been naked as you wanted, that would have been a complete disaster. She’s a virgin and a survivor of a serious sexual molestation. You reminded her of her worst memories.” Denise was sobbing harder now. “We have to go,” I finished.
Apparently the class mood had been broken and the nude couple was dressing. The clothed couple was walking up, talking to Mahir.
“... wasn’t at all what I expected. We thought we’d learn new yoga postures.” the woman said to him as they went out.
The other couple, dressed now, slipped out. “Thanks, but not our style,” the guy called.
Adya had taken Denise’s hand. “Please, dear, pardon us for that. We thought, with teens being all so sexually active these days, that since you came to this class, you were experienced. I’m sorry. Can we show you something that may help. Fully clothed? If you’re still uncomfortable, then no harm, ok? I want to make it up to you.”
Denise sniffled, “Ok.”
She brought us back into the room where her partner was busily snuffing out all those candles.
“Let’s show you some positions you can try for intimacy while being clothed. These work well for just being close to someone and no sex is involved but they can raise passions pretty high.”
Then they showed us the yab-yum position, where the guy sits either diamond-legged or cross-legged. The girl sits on his lap, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his waist and the soles of her feet are pressed together. Apparently this is to keep her energy cycling around her pelvic area. They showed us how to put our arms around each other and told us to begin to rocking our bodies. Mahir then took Adya on his lap and showed me how he lifts his thighs, raising Adya’s body up and down along his groin. They took off their robes and showed us how he could use the bottom of his erection to stimulate Adya’s clit. That looked so beautiful and Denise was watching wide-eyed.
Then, still nude, they both leaned back and placing their hands flat on the floor a foot behind them and using their arms for leverage, they swung their bodies back and forth with their groins interlocked and pressed together.
“You can see that will work with or without clothing and it stimulates both ways,” Adya said, smiling as she donned her robe again.
Mahir then asked, “Are you familiar with the yoga cobra posture?”
We both were.
“Well, that’s what we were demonstrating before. It’s the tantric version of the missionary sex position. Instead of what we were doing, which was the tantric withhold method, try this. Kevin, prop yourself up on your elbows, not your arms like before. Press your groins together and instead of thrusting in and out with your hips, both of you should rock your hips back and forth or circle your hips around, rubbing your sex organs, and the stimulation while clothed should reach her clitoris as well as your penis. Of course, during sex, that motion will deliver a huge amount of pleasure to the woman’s g-spot and clitoris.”
Ayda continued, “Now I think you can only remember one more thing. This is about the kundalini energy; it’s coiled like a snake ready to strike and it arises from the root chakrah in the groin area. This will teach you how to use your kundalini energy, pulling it up through your body to fill yourself with its immense power.
“Kevin, you do this: sitting in the yab-yum pose, first tighten the muscles in your perineum and testicles and keep pulling them harder and harder as you inhale with a deep long breath. Increase that pulling even more by sucking in energy up through your chest. When you can’t hold the pressure any longer, swing your hips and rotate them a few times as you let the energy flow down and out of you again. Denise, you do the same, but think of pulling in your muscles around your vagina. Swing your hips along with Kevin while pressing your groins together. Try to do that and don’t forget the breathing. Tell me if you feel anything happening.”
We did it for about two minutes as I stared into Denise’s eyes. Suddenly my groin began to feel hot; in a flash I felt my blood surge down and my cock surge up. My cock had turned into a steel rod almost instantly. A few seconds later I saw Denise blush a bright red. Wow, what a blush!
Adya cocked an eye at Denise. “What did you feel, honey? Something happen?”
She squeaked, “Oh, oh yeah, my pussy let go a gusher,” and her blush grew stronger.
Adya clapped her hands. “That’s it, you did it. That’s all about the kundalini energy. It’s one of the strongest in the body and that’s one of the best ways to tap it. How do you feel? Better now?”
“Oh, yes, thank you! I’m sorry I spoiled your class.”
“That’s all right. Those folks weren’t getting it anyway, but you two were, until I hit your trigger and for that, I have to apologize. I hope we made it up to you.”
“Yes, you did, and thanks for that.” I said. “This was really interesting since I’ve studied Eastern martial arts with meditation for maybe six to seven years in Japan and Korea. This is a different approach, India, right?”
“Right. But the arts of breathing and meditation and the ideas of energy flow are identical. The Indian arts combine postures. Other Eastern postural Arts are tai chi and qigong, they’re Chinese and you might be familiar with those.”
“In passing. There were classes in those when I was in Hong Kong.”
We were winding down now and said our farewells as Denise and I left the house to return to hers. What a wild experience that was!
As we drove away, I glanced at Denise. She was gnawing her lower lip pensively.
“You doing ok, now, sweetie? Do you feel better?”
“Oh, yeah, much. I don’t know what came over me in there. All the horrible memories came crashing back, but my crying wasn’t from that. Uh, it was at first, but not after. I was so, so embarrassed! Breaking down in front of all those strangers! Otherwise I was ok...” she petered out. “Ah, Kevin...”
I’m getting to know that tone... “Yes, dear?” She probably had my tone pegged too.
“Kevin, uh, you know, um...”
“What, Denise? Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Um, well, could we try that... what we learned... when we get home? After we eat? Please?”
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