"Amanda, this is David." He smiled and shook my hand, looking rather shy. "Take him to his room; answer his questions and tell him the rules."
I answered politely, took the boy's big hand and headed for the dorm. He was tall, maybe six-feet-two and well built with a deep chest and broad shoulders. "How old are you?" I asked with a smile.
"Almost sixteen," he said. "I missed a year, illness, so I'm just a second year boy".
I chuckled. "I'd say man if I were you. What do you weigh?"
"One sixty or so. Do you always dress like that?"
I smiled and nodded. All I was wearing was a very thin basic singlet which barely reached my thighs and bared my breasts if I leaned over, an old one that was comfortable and thin, and I guess I had outgrown it since I'm fourteen and still growing. "Boys wear t-shirts and shorts most of the time; depends on what they are doing, sometimes just jocks. Girls just wear shirts like this, some are colored and most don't display so much boob, but they make it easier to have pleasure."
I was getting excited and I could feel my eager nipples poking at the shirt. I going to be his first at school, his very first, and I intended to make it extra good because some of the boys were such creeps and dorks. I looked at the key and found his room, opened the door and we stepped inside. It was the usual cubicle; bed, desk, chair, basin in the corner, period.
He sat on the bed, and I took the chair and crossed my long legs, covering my dripping pussy, licked my lips and smiled at him. He blinked at me, looking confused as well as excited. I had to be the first to have this handsome young man, to make him want to use me.
I was doing what was expected at school, five a day, but it was, for the most part, boring. A lot of the current males were barely adequate, just wealthy children. Most last only a couple of minutes, some less. I could see his groin was bulging, and he was blushing and sweating.
OK, most of this is in that handbook, I told him. You rise at six-thirty, copulate, she'll be here waiting outside the door, shower down the hall, exercise, breakfast and then two class periods, look at your schedule, they're all different. Then you do a girl before lunch, usually in the lounge or up here, have lunch and do another, her choice normally in her room, often in the hall or sometimes outside.
Some of us like it standing, get tired of having a boy on top of us. Three afternoon classes and then PE for most people, some get sex training if they're are having problems; you probably will be assigned there for a month or so, learning positions and techniques, Kegel stuff, for your penis mostly.
Your number four fornication is before supper with an assigned partner in this room, in an assigned position and you will be graded on that one, and then your fifth obligation by 9 pm, you arrange it and the mate and place and type is your choice, usually, so you can pick me if you want. My number is twelve-forty-two; can you remember that, 1-2-4-2?
I smiled at him and he blushed, otherwise they are programmed in randomly. Lights out at eleven so you have time to study. Got it? No overnight guests until you're a senior.
He shook his head and blinked at me. Five girls a day? You, I mean they expect me to, I think he almost said fuck, to have sex with five girls every day?
Sure, you're young. How many times do you masturbate a day, ejaculate? Saturday and Sunday you can have all you want, one or a dozen or even none if you like; take the day off. It is a lot of work.
I've never done it, never had sex with a girl. He shook his head and licked his dry lips, looking scared. I'm a virgin I guess you'd say. I can't believe it. Five a day. Damn.
I assume your folks knew what sort of school this was.