RWS-194 Sex-Education Class by Jackson Robard


Chapter 1


Joan Frazer hurried down the worn linoleum hallway of old Montock High 
School, books and her class record under one arm, a small can of film 
gripped tightly in her other hand. Her long, satiny brunette hair 
cascaded over her shoulders as she walked quickly, her form-hugging 
dress stretching tautly over her body and accentuating the fluid lines 
of her movements.

She had the body of a lush young Venus, even though she had recently 
celebrated her thirty-first birthday over the Christmas holidays. If 
the young boys and girls of Montock High had cared to take full notice 
of her charms--and some of them had sneaked long and admiring glances 
at her--they could have traced in detail her sensual curves and hollows 
through the pink velveteen dress she wore this day. Through its sheer, 
stretched thinness could be seen the outline of her white nylon 
brassiere, which barely hid the high-set roundness of her firm, full 
breasts whose rose-tipped nipples clearly punched against the covering 
fabric. The short-hemmed dress molded down over a slender, girlish 
waist and a flat, smooth stomach to a long, full-swelling thighs; and 
where the dress ended, slim curved legs tapered down to slender well-
formed calves and ankles.

Miss Frazer's rich dark hair framed an oval-shaped face that was almost 
classic in its cameo proportions. Her hazel eyes were deep-set and 
large, giving her an innocent appearance which belied her age. She had 
a dainty, slightly curved nose with a few small freckles dotted 
puckishly across its bridge, and her full ripe mouth had a lower lip 
which was almost perpetually set in a little-girl pout. The unmarried 
teacher was beautiful in a youthful manner that guaranteed to attract 
admiring attention from the most discriminating of men, and the dart-
eyed envy of jealous, less well endowed women.

She was walking rapidly to Room 12, and the last class of the day; 
normally this would have produced happiness within her. In one hour she 
could say goodbye to her young pupils and head toward home, but the 
coming hour today was one she dreaded with all of her might, just as 
she had hated this class every week since the beginning of the school 
year last September. Once a week she had been experiencing the 
nightmarish horror of having to stand in front of the small group of 
youthful students and keeping a tight check on her quaking inner 
emotions, so that they would not be able to guess the torment which 
surged through her increasingly as the minutes ticked by. Her agony was 
of her own doing, she fully knew; a product of her past catching up 
with her, and of her present throwing temptation continually up into 
her face. Miss Joan Frazer was the teacher of Montock High's 
experimental sex education course. The once-a-week class on Wednesdays 
had probably been the hottest controversy to strike the farming 
community of Montock since the mayor had been in session since 
September, seven months ago, still the small town was split with the 
emotional fury of whether sex and procreation should be taught in the 
schools. For some years now, educators had been pressing for sex 
education in one form or another, ranging from a simple birds-and-bees 
outline to a comprehensive, multi-grade study of sexual techniques that 
included lessons in premarital intercourse, venereal diseases, 
masturbation, sodomy, and other forms of "unnatural," if commonly 
practiced acts.


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