“Hey Jeb, are you ready for today? It’s Orientation Day!”

I nodded and licked my lips, this was a day I had been looking forward to and also dreading since I started the 9th grade. Since the passing of various laws by the new government while I was still in grade school, things had been changing so much it sometimes became a surprise from year to year what would get added to the curriculum. Quentin seemed excited, and I just faked it.

And each year, it seemed to get more extreme. “Naked in School Class” (the first class after PE) slowly morphed to “Naked in School Day”, then it went to a week. Sure, it is easy to say it is to remove any shame we may have of our bodies, but it is humiliating to be an 11 or 12 year old boy popping a boner at almost any random time.

In 7th grade the “Sexual Awareness” classes started for us. Classes on everything from self-examination to masturbation. Where ultimately every student had to show they were proficient in the art of self-love, in front of a bunch of other students no less. This progressed in 8th grade to “Sexual Exploration”, in which we had to take various partners and kiss and fondle them.

The idea of this was to learn our boundaries. In almost every class, each student was secretly given a “limit”, and when our partner reached that limit, we had to guide their hand away from there. It may be a hand on the thigh, kissing along the neck, or trying to open a shirt or blouse. Each time it was different, and we were supposed to use most of the 45 minutes to explore our partner, and we got bad grades if we either did not discover the off-limits area, or found it and tried to push anyways. In other words, we had to both set and stretch boundaries, and most importantly respect those of our partners.

By the end of the first semester, this had advanced to where the limits were even more extreme, as in removing panties with fingers inside allowed, or moving from caressing a cock to actually stroking on it. This was kinda fun, and it had allowed me to make out with every girl in my class. Big, skinny, gorgeous, homely, we had to make out with all of the girls and show enthusiasm for each.

Then in the second semester, we got word of a new change to the course. In order to prevent shaming of students that picked alternative lifestyles, we had to repeat the course but with other boys for us, the girls had to do it with other girls.

And it was, interesting. Quentin was the first guy who’s cock I held, and a week or so later he held mine. It was still all I could do to hide my revulsion, as in the mandatory exploration I had only taken the dive and slid my hand down to his cock in the last minutes before class ended. Enough to be sure I got the points for exploring, and by doing as little as possible.

However, a few days later I read the note the teacher handed me, and it simply said “All touching short of orgasm”. Fuck, so I had to push things even more, and let them be pushed as well. That time I was paired up with Curt, a slender boy who to me honest almost looked like a girl. Long lanky blonde hair, slender body, wide hips, almost like those on Suzy Markus, a girl I had been lusting after secretly for the last several months.

We paired up on a cushion in the corner of the class, and I did my best to keep my lips away from his and on his shoulders. His cock was slender and short, but I did the best I could on it. But his hand, oh boy. It was small and dainty like the rest of him, he could not have been much more than 5’3”. And it felt so much like Suzy’s on that day we each had similar instructions, and soon I was gasping slightly as he stroked me.

And it was with a sense of shame when his other hand moved down and grasped my balls and squeezed, and I gasped and came in his hand. It was so sudden I did not even have a chance to reach down and stop his hands. But even as I was spurting, in my mind it was not Clint I was thinking of, but Suzy.

Thankfully that was the last class of this series, and the semester was over once all the final exams were completed the next week. I even got up the courage to ask Suzy out, and she accepted! She was my date at the End of Semester Dance, and we even stopped in the park and did a little necking as I walked her home. And I had learned well from our earlier lessons, as when my hands moved down to lightly caress her hips she stiffened a little, so I went no farther.

She called me on the phone the next day, and we talked for about an hour. She even asked me why I had not pushed, and I told her how I had felt her stiffen, and that seemed to have been her boundary and I respected her enough to not try and cross it.

“Wow, Jeb. You know, I was not really stiffening up like that, it just felt really nice. And it surprised me a bit, but if you had tried I would have let you continue. But I really like that you showed me that much respect.” We agreed to go to the arcade that night, and I was even surprised when I went out to ask for a ride, my older sister Stacy offered to drive us.

“It’s OK, really Jeb. Karl and I are going out anyways, so you two can come along.” Wow, a double date with my older sister. Of course, we always got along really well, but it still surprised me a bit. I called Suzy back, and she said she would love to go out with me, and her parents quickly gave permission since my sister would be there as a chaperone.

He, he, he. Just goes to show that they did not know her as well as I did. She and Karl were Juniors, and just the week before I had caught her giving him a “goodnight kiss” behind the garage before he headed home. Oh course, the kiss involved his leaning back against the wall of the garage, and my sister was on her knees.

Well, after helping her clean her car we went and picked up Karl, then Suzy. First we hit the local pizza place, then the arcade. It was a lot of fun, and Suzy and I even got a little kissing in behind the automatic pitching machine area. Then we hit the Dairy Queen for some ice cream. We all left to use the bathroom, and when the girls came out they were both grinning.

I helped Suzy into the back, and once Stacy started the car, she said that she and Suzy had both agreed on going to The Bench until it was time to take her home. Wow, The Bench! I had ridden my bike through the area in the day time, but at night it was well known as the local make-out spot. And more, as quite often when riding along the dirt road empty beer bottles and wilted condoms could be found littering the ground.

When we got there Stacy drove with the headlights off for about 5 minutes, until she found a suitably empty place to pull off the road. And with the radio playing some old soft rock music from the time our parents were about our age, Suzy slipped into my arms and we started making out.

Damn, but she felt amazing in my lap. And this time I let my hands explore a bit more. Her breasts were as firm as when I had felt them the year before, and even a little bigger. And she again stiffened a bit when I first cupped one in my hand, but after a few seconds she sighed into our kiss and pressed against me.

I was nibbling on her neck as my fingers were lightly pinching her nipple through her blouse and bra, and I moved my lips to her ear. I nibbled on it slightly, and whispered “You still stiffen up, but I am remembering what you told me this morning. If you want me to stop, just grab my arm and I will stop, I promise.” I felt her fingers dig into my scalp, as I heard a soft groan from the front seat.

It was so soft I could not tell if it was my sister or her boyfriend who made it, but obviously they were having a good time also. And a minute later I took the next step, and started to play with the top button on Suzy’s blouse. And after a few moments of it being there and her not stiffening or touching my arm, I popped that button open. And less than a minute later, the next button was opened. Suzy went ahead and opened the top buttons of my shirt, and soon we each had a hand inside the top of the other.