Future Sex Coach Michaels
Copyright© 2009 by Coach_Michaels
Chapter 10
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Sex ed in the year 2063 is a bit... different... than it is today. Abstinence-only? Nope. More like "Drivers Ed for Your Sexuality" It isn't called a "participatory course" for nothing. Do these girls realize what they signed up for?
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Science Fiction Group Sex Interracial First Oral Sex Masturbation Exhibitionism Teacher/Student Slow School
This story is fiction. Actually, the year being 2063 should have been enough to clue you in about that.
I don't care how old are. I don't care how young you are. However, the law does care, so if you are too young, go away (or at least try not to get caught).
If this story is against the law where you live, then like the young folk, go away. Or at least...
North Robert High School
10:19 A.M. Thursday, December 6, 2063
"Now that we are back up to speed on the academic side of things," I concluded, "let's hug."
The girls all stood up, most of them grinning. After seeing them nude for so long, it was a bit strange to see them all with their clothes on. But there was a reason; there just hadn't been time for it yesterday. Yesterday was going to be a quick nude hug, with more vigorous, clothed activities today, and the same sans clothing tomorrow.
"We're going to do this in reverse alphabetic order, via last name," I told them, "so line up as called. Caitlyn Wu. Linda de la Vega. Turio Teraufau. Amy Tellington. Amethyst Smith. Violette Ross. Saffron Pakeim. Anika Nakamachi. Gloria Lynstad. Lisa Lagrange. Mimosa Kang. Mary Kang. Wendi Jones. Witashnah Gray Wolf. Veronica Costello. Rita Banks."
They lined up as called. They really did look good; yes, even in clothes.
"We were supposed to do a bit of nude hugging yesterday, but we ran into academic problems," I told them, "but I decided it would be OK to skip that step on the grounds that we've danced nude together, and that's sort of hugging plus."
Some giggles, and I continued, "what we are going to do today has been called 'boning, ' 'clothes-fucking, ' or just good ol' fashioned making out. So, um, let's make out."
Caitlyn, half Chinese/half Anglo virgin of fifteen years age, put her hands behind my neck and asked, "Can I kiss you?"
"Absolutely," I assured her, "though it isn't required today."
"It hasn't been allowed 'till today," she reminded me.
For answer I put my hand on the back of her head and bent my lips to hers. She was good, though unpracticed, and I knew that she had read up and watched a lot of kissing, but done only a little. I let my hands drop to her butt, which I gave a squeeze as I pressed my hips against her.
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