Fork 11

Before leaving the house, while Elyssa was getting dressed, I told Dr. Sykora that I had been enlisting his guys’ help to teach me about sex, and that I would appreciate it if he would make them available to me again today. I think I accidentally called them “henchmen”, but I don’t think he cared.

“Very well,” was all he said.

I told Elyssa I would be ditching school to go to the zoo, but that we’d meet after school and go to the party together. I also asked her to do my hair in twin braids because I figured it would play into Hoffman’s little girl fetish.

I ditched Algebra to eat candy from the drug store, but got back in time to raid the unattended purse. This time I checked the billfold and found almost three hundred dollars there! That changed my plans.

Driving in the previous loop had been terrifying, but thrilling. At the time I told myself never again, but now I was completely ready to give it another try. This time I drove to the mall - very slowly, earning lots of honks and shouts.

At the mall lingerie store, I got help from a salesperson to pick out the right intimates for my body. She was reluctant at first: she obviously thought I was too young. I told her that I just wanted to feel sexy - nobody was ever going to see me dressed in these things. I don’t think she believed me but she helped me anyway. We ended up choosing a pastel blue “longline bralette” and “tanga panties”. They weren’t sold as a set but they worked well together. Then of course I had to buy a a pretty red pleated skirt and a button-down blouse.

I thought I was getting better at driving, but I ended up crashing into a parked car while trying to leave the mall. There were so many cars coming from so many directions at once! I had thought it was my turn, but someone else started moving at the same time, and so I swerved, and, well, bang. I wasn’t hurt. Other drivers nearby got out of their cars to check on me, so fled on foot.

I took the bus partway to Dr. Sykora’s office and walked the last two miles. I kept wishing for a big gust of wind to lift my skirt and show off my sexy new panties, but no such luck. I wanted the whole world to know how sexy I felt.

The receptionist greeted me before I could say anything. “Gretchen Bell?” I nodded. “Your team is waiting for you in Conference Room C.”

My three sex teachers were there in a room with a big table, chairs, and whiteboards; but also some comfortable chairs and a couch. They stood when I entered the room.

“Hi, I’m Gretchen,” I said meekly.

“Miss Bell. We’re at your disposal. How can we help?” Valentine said. They were being polite and business-like, but it was obvious from their faces that they were surprised that a teenage girl with braces, glasses, and braids was going to be giving them orders.

“Um, okay, see...,” I began. I had thought a lot about how I would explain things to them, but I nonetheless had trouble finding the words. “I’m one of Dr. Sykora’s test subjects. He put me in a time loop, like Groundhog Day. You know how in the movie, he keeps going back to the piano teacher, and even though she thinks it’s his first lesson with her each time, he eventually becomes really good? You guys are doing that for me. About sex.”

“We’re teaching you about sex?” Hoffman repeated cautiously. “Like, the birds and the bees?”

“No, I know all that,” I told him. “You’re teaching me about what makes a girl good in bed. How to have the best sex possible. I want to be the most memorable sex any of my boyfriends ever have. I want to be a sex black belt.”

“Hang on a second, let me double-check our orders,” Valentine said. He tapped the touch screen on his phone.

Meanwhile, Hoffman cautiously asked, “So, we’re what? Here to help you find resources online to read?”

I gave Hoffman a “yeah right” look. “Well, there’s some of that, and you show me stuff in pornos and talk about your exes, but there’s also hands-on. You do fuck me. Instructively.”

Valentine put his phone down. “It’s up to us how far we want to take it. But guys, she’s a kid.” I rolled my eyes.

“Why is this so important to you?” Cruz asked.

I tried to think how to explain what was just below the surface of my mind. “You know Elyssa? Dr. Sykora’s daughter? She’s my best friend.”

Cruz interrupted. “What? No WAY that girl is the same age as you.”

I rolled my eyes again. “She is,” I said. “And it’s hard to be her friend sometimes. Everyone’s always talking about her, never about me. She’s good at everything!”

Valentine interjected: “I saw her at the shooting range the couple years ago. Girl in a training bra was keeping up with ex-Rangers and SEALs.”

“Right! See?” I continued. “She’s not ready for sex - doesn’t think she will be for a couple years. I figured that, if I get really good, really study hard, that at least for a little while I’ll be the special one. That just once someone will say, ‘Yeah, Elyssa, whatever. But what about that Gretchen? What an amazing fuck!’”

So I asked questions that had come up for me the previous night about anal sex - mostly how to be hygienic and classy afterward. They embraced the idea of teaching me verbally, but they were clearly uneasy about touching me. I decided I needed to break that ice.

I twirled one of my braids in my fingers. “I think I need more blowjob practice, and I know that you like them a lot,” I said touching Valentine’s chest, “so if you don’t mind...”

He shook his head. “I can’t,” he said, conflicted.”

I put both hands flat on his chest. “Please...?” I slowly lowered myself to my knees, running my hands down his muscular front until they were at his belt buckle. “You’ve done it before. You’ve all come inside me.” He didn’t say no or move or try to stop me. Yeah, it wasn’t “affirmative verbal consent,” but I decided it was good enough. I pulled down his pants, whipped his dick out, and started making him happy with my mouth.

“Ginger Lolita’s got skills,” Cruz commented.

I took my mouth off Valentine’s cock long enough to point out, “Don’t forget, this is school for me, so you guys need to watch and critique.”

I experimented with a lot of different things to do with balls during that blowjob. I really liked sucking on them - his scrotum was shaved. But that’s just garnish - you can’t make a guy come like that - so I worked on the tip. A little while later, Valentine came big powerful bursts into my mouth. That prompted a long discussion about the most glamorous ways to be painted with come. We watched a ton of porno come shots on the conference room’s big screen while the guys critiqued them.