Chapter 11: The Sex Education Teacher

The Anderson kids walked into their sixth period class a little nervously. More nervous than one might expect; they were truly dreading what might be said in this class.

As usual, the girls decided to sit in the front, right in front of the teacher's desk, the boys on the other hand, opted to sit in the very last row. Debbie Wilson was with the Andersons in this class as were: Martha Wise, Jerry Clinton, Harry Fuller and Jennifer Ramos. Harry and Jennifer were supposed to have taken the class the previous year, but as part of their protest in securing a Gay and Lesbian Society for the school, they had refused to attend.

Everyone waited for the old boring 'know nothing about today's world' creep that would be teaching them that sex was a bad thing.

The door opened and they saw a young man in his late twenty's (at the most) enter; as had most of the other teachers that day, he gave special attention to the Anderson kids. It's not every day, I guess, you have two sets of exact triplets in one class. He especially seemed interested in the clothes that the Anderson girls were wearing. Lana took the opportunity to size him up a bit. He definitely wasn't the old fogy she was expecting, in fact, Lana thought, "he is damn hot!"

He turned around and walking to the board wrote the words, "Dr. Randolph Lewis" and under that "SE101" and next to that "24 days!"

He walked around the desk and looked at the class, he sat on the edge of his desk and said, "24 days, that's what they give me to try and teach you a lesson that needs to last you the rest of your lives. One that, if you don't learn can mean the end of your life or at least the end of your life as you ever imagined it."

"Here it comes," Lana thought, "the sex is evil speech."

"If you are waiting for me to tell you that sex is evil, you can just keep waiting," Dr. Lewis said. "There is nothing evil about sex. Sex is in fact one of the most beautiful, fulfilling, calming and pleasing activities God ever invented. It is in fact the only original activity God left."

The class all had their eyes focused on the Sex Ed. Teacher as if in shock. Pretty much everyone had looked up some good rebuttals for when the teacher started saying what a horrible thing sex was, but what were they to say to this guy?

"So," Dr. Lewis said, "am I telling you to go out and start having sex like rabbits?" Lana threw him a hopeful, 'oh yes please' look. Dr. Lewis however said, "No, I'm not! Am I therefore telling you not to have sex?" He looked deep in Lana's eyes, she was sitting right in front of his desk and Lana had a strange feeling that he was reading her every thought. "No!" Dr. Lewis continued, "Your body is your body, feel free to do whatever you want with it, if you want to screw around 24-7 that is up to you, I have no say in that!"

Dr. Lewis now got off the desk and again walked to the blackboard. "So what am I here for," he said. "There's something I have to teach you kids, and seeing as my 24 days will already be down one by our next meeting, I better start teaching it."

He erased what was written on the board and in the center of the board in big block letters wrote the words, "SAFE SEX" Turning to the class he said, "What I have to teach you is no joke, can anyone guess what I'm here to teach you?"

Lana raised her hand and said, "That you can have all the sex you want as long as you're protected." She went into the pocket of her skirt and pulling something out held it high and said, "girls, always have one handy, you can't trust the guys to remember them." The entire class started to break into laughter, but they suddenly froze up when they realized that someone was laughing a lot louder, and a lot more wickedly than any of them.

Between fits of insane laughter Dr. Lewis said, "Oh is that what you think I'm here to teach you missy. Then lady you are definitely going to fail, because what I am here to teach you is this."

In even bigger and bolder letters, he wrote the following words under the two already there, "IS A JOKE!"

The class looked puzzled, obviously beyond understanding.

"Anyone know what an oxy-moron is?" Dr. Lewis asked suddenly.

Debbie raised her hand and said, "a phrase that is made meaningless by the fact that the elements of the phrase are contradicting and therefore cancel each other out."

"One dictionary," Dr. Lewis said continuing Debbie's explanation "gave a simple example 'a mournful optimist' Can you see how ridiculous this phrase is, how can an optimist ever be mournful? The world today is full of some incredible oxy-morons one of the latest is 'reality TV'. With the exception of watching the news, most people sit in front of a TV to escape reality for a while. Now, one of the most harmful, if not deadly, oxy-morons is the phrase you see on the board right now 'SAFE SEX'. Class, do you know what hot, satisfying, true, beautiful sex is?"

"It's fantastic!" Lana shouted.

"Well yes," Dr. Lewis said smiling, "it's definitely that too; however, first and foremost, sex, the kind of sex worth having, worth talking about, worth bragging about is a RISK. Have you ever heard of a safe risk?"

"Forgive me Sir," Lana said angrily, "if you're going to be thinking like that then all you'll eventually do is miss out on the thrill the risk can bring you."

"Miss out ehhh," Dr. Lewis repeated, "I have some guests with me today. Why don't we hear a few of the things we might miss out on."

"It was what I believed to have been one of the most beautiful days of my life," a young girl who looked no older than any of them said, "we started with some incredible oral sex. Jack just kept sucking my pussy fantastically, and every now and then he would bite my clit while pumping me with his fingers. I was leaking enough cunt juice to flood the entire city. After I had cum, it was my turn to do Jack, and his cock tasted incredible, I started by pumping him a bit with my hand first to get him really hard, but when I sucked him into my mouth and down my throat, that was the greatest. I could feel his cock making its way down my throat, and my throat muscles would sort of contract around it, then he really started fucking my face at a nice rhythm and I could taste his wonderful pre-cum on my tongue. The best part of that was feeling his cock grow even bigger right before it exploded (I miss that feeling) in my mouth. God I loved his cum. I love cum period. Anyway, after that I kept sucking him and biting his cock head until he was hard again, then we really did it. We had the most glorious sex for almost two hours. I can still remember his cock pumping in and out of my cunt, first at a slow pace, then very rapidly as he was getting ready to cum; I of course had already cum I don't know how many times. It was wonderful, it was also the last time I ever saw Jack. Any questions?"

Lana looked at the girl's pretty face, then down to her breasts, the girls hard nipples were trying to break through her blouse. The telling of her story had obviously excited the young lady as much as it did her. Lana then looked down at the girls large pregnant belly and said, "Didn't you think of using the pill."

"I'd been on the pill for a whole year. Dr. Lewis had told us last year that sometimes the pill didn't work, but I didn't believe him. I wish I'd taken him a little more seriously, but at least Jack didn't seem to have had any STD's"

"And this was a guy you had just met that night," Lana said.