Chapter 14

"What was it like in Seaside?" Suzy asked the next day. They were walking slowly down the hall toward Sex Ed, and this was the first time they'd had a chance to talk. The girls around them slowed, crowding around to hear her.

"You mean aside from everyone being naked?" Sammi shook her head. "Believe me, that took a little getting used to. It wasn't like being at the pool or anything like that."

"I think it would be a turn-on," Maryjean said.

"Everything is a turn-on for you," Suzy said, laughing.

"Somebody told me that after a while you don't notice," Sammi said, "sort of like if you spend the day at the pool." The girls around her nodded. "But you do. You can't help it. When you're at the pool people are jumping in and out of the water, or stretched out, sunning themselves. I didn't see anyone sunning themselves when I was there. No, I take that back; there were a couple of people, but I found out there were from up here in the Valley, they weren't residents in Seaside. But everybody's naked pretty much all of the time.

"The thing is, you can look all you want," she went on. "You just can't touch. I'm glad I'm not a boy, or I'd probably have gone around stiff as a board all of the time. I don't know how they can stand it."

"They probably do a lot of masturbating in private," Maryjean.

Sammi smiled. "The next time I go I'm going to take my vibrator," she said. "Trust me, it'll get plenty of use. I saw a bunch of boys coming down the stairs, their dicks just wobbling back and forth. And later, my friend took me down near the docks." She grinned, fanning herself. "Now those guys were gorgeous. Yum!"

"I can't believe they don't do something," Anna said. "I mean nothing's left to the imagination, and boys, well, we know what boys are like. They all probably have very well-developed right hands. What I don't understand, though, is how the girls stand it."

"Because they're taught not to," Sammi said. "In a lot of ways they're more like the people in Center than the people who live here. They may do a lot more looking, and imagining, than I saw. After all, I just had my friend to compare things with."

"What about gym, or going to the bathroom?" Suzy asked. "What about that sort of thing? Do they have separate restrooms like in Center? That wouldn't make much sense; after all, what is there to hide?"

"The restrooms in school were divided into two rooms with the mirrors and sinks in the middle as a divider. The girls went one way, the boys the other. It's not exactly separate, but it's not like what we have."

She stopped at the door to the Sex Ed classroom. There was a note taped to the door: "Don't Undress." Sammi frowned. That meant they probably had a written test or something today. And she'd been looking forward to class today.

Mrs. Hood dispelled that notion right away. "We're starting a new module this week," she said after the bell rang. "We all know how to have sex with our clothes off. Today we're going to start learning how to do it with our clothes on."

Suzy stuck up her hand. "How, ma'am? After all, our clothes are covering some pretty important places."

Mrs. Miller and Mr. Hood exchanged smiles. "Some people think we plant these questions," she said. "The answer is simple, Suzy. You unzip the boy..." She unzipped Mr. Hood's pants, "... and you fish around inside until you find what you're after." She drew Mr. Hood's cock out through his fly.

"Alternatively, girls," she went on, "you could just undo his belt and drop his trousers. That's what we'll do today."

Mr. Hood unfastened his belt and pushed his pants and shorts down. Mrs. Miller hadn't let go of his cock, and now it began to stiffen.

"Now boys," Mr. Hood said, "reach under the girl's skirt, don't pull it down, find her panties, hook them with your fingers and pull them down her legs." He reached under Mrs. Miller's skirt and pulled her panties off. When he was hard he rolled on a condom.

Mrs. Miller had been rubbing KY Jelly into her sex. Smiling, she leaned back against the desk and opened her legs, still rubbing herself as she did so. Mr. Hood positioned his cock at her entrance, but only after rubbing it up and down her slit. He pushed, and Mrs. Miller's smile broadened.

"All right, class," she said, her voice a little higher than usual, "you saw what you have to do. We'll be around to check on things in a few minutes."

Sammi undid Jack Thompson's belt and shoved his pants down. His cock sprang out at her. She began to massage it, and it blossomed into a full erection.

Jack hesitantly slid his hand up her legs.

"Nervous?" Sammi asked.

"A little." He grinned. "I was always taught that this was a no-no. It's all right if a girl takes her clothes off, but we're not supposed to feel up under her skirt."

Sammi started to say something, but stopped. That, she realized, was one of those unwritten rules. It wasn't like boys didn't know what was there, but they weren't supposed to touch a girl there except when she let him. The same thing applied to girls; you weren't supposed to grab the boy's butt, or his crotch.

Jack hooked her panties with his fingers and pulled them off. Sammi lifted her skirt--he seemed to relax slightly when she did so--and coated the ends of her fingers with KY Jelly. She began rubbing it around her entrance. She could see she wouldn't be as wet as she normally would be in Sex Ed.

Jack had already taken care of the condom. Now he stepped between her legs, his cock pointing right at her. Sammi decided she was as ready as she was ever going to be, and guided him to her entrance.

"Lean a little farther back, Sammi," Mrs. Miller said quietly, "and thrust forward with your hips. It'll make his entrance a little easier."

Sammi did so. Jack pushed forward, sinking the first inch inside her. He drew back and thrust again, getting a little deeper. Sammi pushed forward, trying to help. Another thrust brought his body right up against hers, and sheathed most of his hardness in her wet heat.

"My legs are in the way," Sammi said. She raised her knees, hooking them around his waist. "How's that?" She was used to the feeling of bare skin on bare skin; Jack's pants were rough, and she almost caught her feet in them. She loved running her hands over a guy's chest; that was another thing she missed. But his cock was in the right place, and as he began to move she tried to move with him.

He lasted and lasted. After a bit Sammi pushed her hand down to her sex, pressing against the sensitive folds, rubbing lightly. She was always worried that on the first day of the week the guy would go off before she did, but this morning that didn't seem to be the problem. She pressed a little harder. Jack's cock felt like a bar of burning steel as he moved, opening her, sliding, rubbing her most sensitive places.

Her climax sort of snuck up on her, and she caught her breath as a wave of heat flooded through her. It left her primed for another one, and she clamped down on his hardness. He was big, he was hard, oh, he was very hard, and she gasped as everything focused down on that critical point where he was gorging her so deliciously.

She cried out, trying to draw him deeper into her as the tension grew too much. She came in one long wave after another.

After she caught her breath she began trying to get him off. He kept pumping long after everyone else had finished. Finally, when some of the kids were starting their second round, he closed his eyes and shuddered through his climax.

"God," he gasped, leaning over her. His cock shrank rapidly, slipping out of her almost right away.

Sammi ran her hand over him, finally pulling him down for a kiss. He looked exhausted, and she said that as she smoothed her skirt down between her legs.

He slumped on the bed beside her. "I'm beat. S-sorry I took so long, but..."

"But... ?"

"Some friends of my parents were visiting us this weekend," he said slowly. "They're from South Valley, and they brought a couple of their kids."

"And you fooled around."

"Twin girls a year older than I am," Jack said. "I'd finish with one, and the other would want it." He gazed down at his limp cock. "The old meat can only do so much."

"But a good night's sleep..."

"We did it a lot last night, and at least once this morning." He sighed. "I suppose if we had Sex Ed late in the day it might have been all right, but not with it as early in the day as this."

She bent down and kissed his dick. "Poor thing, no wonder it's tuckered out."

"I don't know what it's like for a girl, but a guy has to perform, and right now..." He shook his head. "I'm going to load up on all the high-protein stuff I can at lunch. Maybe that'll help."

Sammi smiled. "I won't insist on a repeat performance," she said. She glanced around. The rest of the class was still going at it, and all of the panting and moaning stirred her blood. "What do you think of doing it this way?"

Jack shrugged. "It was all right. I wouldn't want to do it this way full time. I much prefer being naked with the girl. I didn't get to play with your breasts, for instance, and yours are so nice."

"Well, thank you." She felt the blood rush to her cheeks; boys didn't always say nice things about her body. "Maybe the next time we get together you can."

They sat in silence, watching the other kids. Sammi was turned on, but knew she wasn't going to get anything out of Jack. Boys his age were supposed to be nearing their sexual peak, but if he'd been putting it to twins, no wonder he didn't have anything left.

The other kids began finishing up. After a rest they began to stir around and straighten up their clothes. Mrs. Miller rapped for attention. "We'll be doing variations of this the rest of the week, class." She smiled. "For this week, please bring your underwear to school, but don't wear it until after class."

Maryjean stuck up her hand. "Does that include bras?" She hefted her breasts. "I need the support."

"Meet me after class," Mrs. Miller said. She looked around. "I'd like to talk to the girls about what we're going to do the rest of the week."

Sammi and the other girls dutifully gathered around Mrs. Miller as the bell rang. "I thought I'd explain a couple of things," Mrs. Miller said. "I said no underwear, and by that I meant no panties. Tomorrow, and for the rest of the week, your assignment is to be as wanton as you can. I'm serious about this. Flash as much skin as you dare, and then maybe just a little more. Maryjean, you asked about a bra. Don't wear one, and leave your blouse unbuttoned almost all of the way down. It'll be uncomfortable, and you'll bounce all over the place when you walk. That's all right. Pull up your skirt so more leg shows. Bend over rather than squat. Make it so when the boys come in here their dicks will already be half-hard."

"Why do you want us to do this?" Maryjean asked.

"You need to get comfortable with how far you feel you can go in public," Mrs. Miller said after a pause. "Until now you've worn uniforms to school. Once you graduate you'll be leaving the uniforms behind and you can wear what you want. You already make style choices. We're exploring the limits of those choices, and we're also exploring the limits of public behavior."

She chuckled. "Well, that and exploring the sexual quickie. There'll be times when you want to have sex with someone, but you don't have the time to find a room and get undressed. You need to learn what to do, and just how to do it. That's what this is all about. Now go, I deliberately kept you over, but your instructors knew we were going to be doing this, and why."

"So we should let them touch us," Sammi said.

Mrs. Hood nodded. "Let them touch you, and touch them back. You admire their butts, feel them. Grab their dicks through their pants. The only rule is 'No sex in the halls'. Understand?"

Sammi and the other girls nodded. "All right, off you go. The other instructors know what's going on, so they know you'll be a little late today."

Sammi was on her way to lunch when Jenny intercepted her. "Uh, Sammi? Can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure," Sammi said. "What's up?" She wondered what question her cousin had now.

Jenny looked around, and then lowered her voice. "Is it all right to touch yourself, you know, down there, when you're having sex with a boy?"

"Generally," Sammi said, nodding.

"But won't the boys feel there's something wrong? That they're not doing something right if you have to use your fingers?"

"Some guys will," Sammi said, "and some won't. Look, a girl is responsible for her own climax, and so whatever you do to get there is good. But there's a way to do it so a guy won't think it's a reflection on him. If you think he's going to be that way, slide your fingers down so you're actually touching his dick. If you can, spread your fingers so he's sliding between two of them. At the same time you can press your hand against yourself. Besides helping you get off, it feels kind of neat to feel his cock. If the guy asks, tell him that, you love feeling his dick. Most guys will buy that."

She paused next to a window, letting the other kids stream past. "Now what happened? What brought on this question?"

Jenny looked down, her cheeks reddening. "I, uh, the other day I got so close, but I didn't get all of the way. I was there, but it just... it just slipped away."

"That happens," Sammi said, nodding. "Something happens, something distracts you, or even the guy cums too soon, and that's it. It happens more than you think. Tell me, have you done it doggy style, yet?"

Jenny shook her head. "I don't know when we're supposed to learn that."

"Well that's a good one for stimulating yourself. You can slip your hand down there and rub, and most guys won't even notice." She smiled at a memory. "I think that's one of the reasons a lot of girls like that position. Well, that, and you can be more active than you can when you're on your back."

"More active?" Jenny wrinkled her brow. "How?"

"You'll see when the time comes." Sammi headed for the cafeteria. "Now come on, I didn't have breakfast this morning, and I'm hungry."

"I hope you don't mind me asking all of these questions," Jenny said.

"Well, you should ask the teachers, that's why they're there."

"But I feel... I feel embarrassed when I do, like I'm asking them something I should already know the answer to."

"I felt the same way when I was your age," Sammi said. "I didn't want to let on how little I knew. I thought my questions were things all girls knew from going to school here from the beginning."

"Oh, that's right, you didn't start here."

"I started in Center," Sammi said. "I was there for two years before Mom and Dad moved back here."

"I wish we'd moved here sooner," Jenny said. "Sometimes I feel all messed up because of the things I learned on the other side of the gate."

"You can talk to the teachers about that, too," Sammi said. "In fact, you should."

"I'll try to remember." Jenny stepped aside as a crowd of kids left the cafeteria. "I got a letter from some friends who live on the other side of the gate," she said as they waited. "It was from my cousin Elaine, who lived just down the street from us."

"Oh? And what did she have to say? How's life there?"