Sexual Education

[Optimist2]

The most important thing to remember was not to be scared of the class. I told myself this a thousand times, but it still had not sunk in. After all, these were all college students, not children. Surely they could handle the material without becoming ridiculous. I had never taught a class in human sexuality before and was not sure what to expect.

As I stood outside the door of the classroom, trying to psych myself up to the challenge, I realized how young everyone looked, as they trooped past me into the classroom. I mean, for thirty nine I look good, with rock solid abs, a swimmer's build and only a twinge of gray at my temples. Still, these students were making me feel like and old man.

I had received the call the night before. The professor, one Michael Walden, had received the news that his mother had died, and wanted to take a few weeks off. There were only a few weeks to the end of the semester anyway, and he had left lesson plans. Today we were to discuss depictions of sexuality on television and in the movies, and discuss if they were realistic or not. He had even provided clips of love scenes from some HBO shows, R-rated movies and even pornographic movies, for the class to view and discuss. How hard could it be?

I straightened my tie, rolled my neck and shoulders a few times, pushed my round glasses back up on my long nose and then entered the classroom. The students looked especially expectant, as if they knew what today's class was about, though Mike had assured me that he had not told them. The projector was already set up and a white screen was at the front of the classroom.

It was an evening class, from 7:30-9 on a Wednesday night. I had already had a tiring day teaching my own sociology classes, but at least the subject was interesting.

"Good evening class, I'm Dr. Reynolds. I will be filling in for Professor Walden. He has had to withdraw from his classes for personal reasons. Now today we have a special treat for you. We will be playing video clips from movies, of love scenes, and discussing how realistic they are. Just a warning; some of these clips are pretty graphic, so if your easily offended man up. This is a class in human sexuality, not home economics." The class laughed and I felt more at ease. "Now I know that you are supposed to call me Dr. Reynolds, but you can call me Stephen if you like. Not Steve or Stevo, but Stephen. I don't know all your names, so why don't we go around really quickly and introduce ourselves. Tell me your name, what year your in and your favorite position."

This caused some nervous laughter and a few rolled eyes. Still, I wanted to get them to open up and talk about their experiences. It seemed to be a good place to start. There were only ten in the class, so it wouldn't take to long. I pointed at a lovely young woman in the front row. "Let's start with you miss."

OOC: Closed for Celestial Dragon

 

[celestialdragon]

I nervously stood up, smoothing out the red blouse I had chosen to wear to that night's class and brushed the dust off of my pants. I give a warm smile to the professor before answering.

"My name is Clara Orlofsky," I clearly state, taking my long blonde hair and tucking it behind my ear. "I'm a sophomore psychology student and my favorite position is. . . " I had to ponder on this for a moment. "Most likely reverse cowgirl," I finally say, smiling a little seductively.

I knew I was good looking. At 20, almost 21, I had a nicely toned body from doing hours of volleyball. I had a nice, even tan from spending hours outside in the sun. My long blonde hair was slightly wavy, and my hazel eyes were ever sparkling, and inquisitive. My breasts were ample, my ass was tight.

I think I'm going to like this class, I thought to myself and sat down, crossing my legs.

 

[Optimist2]

I noted the seductive smile, thinking I must be imagining things. She certainly was a stunner. I smiled back. "Good to know. Next?" A hulking football player sitting beside her said "Uh, David Underhill. I'm and freshman and... uh, missionary?" Something about his response made me wonder if he was a virgin. He was turning red enough.

We went around to all of the students, and then I moved to the projector. I clicked on the first clip on the desktop computer, bringing up a team scene from Titanic, when Jack and Rose made love in the car. After watching the clip, I moved back to the front of the classroom.

I pointed at a redhead in the back, named Amber. She blushed slightly and then said. "Well, ya, it was realistic. After all, me and.... I mean." She blushed again and I couldn't get any more out of her.

David shot up his hand and offered the opinion that cars were to cramped for real fucking. Yes he used the F-bomb, but the ground rules of the class stated that students could use whatever language they were comfortable with when referring to sexuality.

After half the class nodded, I pointed at Clara. "What do you think Ms. Orlofsky. Which one of them is right, and on what do you base your answer."

 

[celestialdragon]

I smile. "They're both right. It was realistic, sans some the noises, which are no doubt dubbed, common for both the adult film industry and the regular film industry. However, cars are slightly cramped, but that depends on make and model of the vehicle. For instance, that's a sedan. The backseat of, say, an SUV would be much roomier for sex. The bed of a pickup truck would be even roomier, although slightly less comfortable." I give an even bigger smile, making sure to let my professor know that I was looking at him. "And my basis on this is, shall we say, personal experience?"

 

[Optimist2]

Despite my resolve to remain professional, I could not help but be turned on by this very forward young woman. I felt manhood twitch slightly and told it to behave itself. "Indeed you are correct." I decided that sharing my own experiences, might help the class open up a bit more. After all, this was all in the interest of education.

"When in was in college, I went out on a date with a girl... Let's call her Bridget, which is of course not her name. She was a lovely young woman, with big breasts. We went out for pizza and ended making out in the back seat of her old Oldsmobile sedan. It wasn't exactly an ideal situation for love making, but we managed to pleasure each other."

I looked around the classroom as I talked, but the last sentence was spoken particularly to Clara.

 

[celestialdragon]

I smirked as he spoke, knowing that he was talking to me, at least partially. I decided to ask a semi cheeky question.

"When you say 'college'," I say, a note of teasing creeping into my voice, "What year are you referring to? Freshman, sophomore, perhaps even your senior year?"

David was blushing furiously next to me, and I chuckle, asking another question. "And what do you mean by 'manage to pleasure each other'?" I raise my eyebrow. "Were you able to make a home run, or did you get out at third base?"

 

[Optimist2]

It was nothing to be ashamed of after all. If I showed any embarrassment on the subject, then I would lose the class.

"As it happens, it was in my freshman year. Bridget had bought me in the freshman slave auction and I was hers for a day, to do with what she wished. What she wanted was a date, and to screw around, so we did. I fingered her until she came and she let me cum between her breasts. Now, maybe we should move on to the next film clip." I was definitely looking more Clara now, though I tried to remain professional and cast my gave over the entire classroom. Two of the football players were smacking hands together now. "Way to go professor!' said one, despite the fact that I was in fact a doctor. I did not bother to correct him.

 

[celestialdragon]

I chuckled at the doctor, and clapped my hands in mock appreciation of his honesty. I took a drink of my water bottle and waited for the next clip, making a couple notes on the previous clip and Stephen's experience on the subject.

I nudged David, who was still blushing. "If you don't stop blushing," I whisper softly, "I'll give you something to blush about." This, of course, made him blush harder, which made me chuckle even more before putting on a blood red lipstick.

 

[Optimist2]

The class progressed through a few more scenes, with each one growing a little more racy than the last. David's face never lost it's redness.

Finally, we were up to the last clip, before I gave them a fifteen minute break. The class was so long that it was needed. The break was supposed to be ten minutes, but I was getting so hot and bothered that I was actually considering masturbating in a bathroom stall, rather than sporting a boner during the class. I was sure that David would have a hard time standing up for the break.

This clip was the first of the porn clips. It was only five minutes long and from the 1980s. A bleached blond with massive breasts, which were obvious fakes, was bending over "spotting" a weight lifter, though he was paying more attention to her breasts, which were stretched tightly against her with red spandex, than with his exercise. He was wearing short, shorts and sporting an obvious boner. While he continued to lift weights, she decided to offer him encouragement by walking around to his waist and pulling his penis out of his shorts. What followed was a deep throat blowjob set to a heavy driving music produced on synthesizers.

By now, I realized I was watching Clara watch the movie, more than watching the movie itself. It was horrible dreck, and obviously had little basis in reality. When the clip ended, I stood at the head of the class again, my penis now at half staff despite my best efforts to pull by suit jacket closed over it, and asked the following question.

"Does anyone here thing that this clip sets up unrealistic expectations about sex?" David was hardly breathing at this point and Amber's face was as red as her hair. I looked around for a raised hand.

 

[celestialdragon]

I raise my hand and nod. "Absolutely. We can tell that those breasts are fake, plus I highly doubt that one can go to the gym, dressed like an absolute skank, and give a blow job- which, by the way, was done by an amateur, or at least someone with a horrid gag reflex- to someone who is lifting weights and who is able to continue doing that without causing injury to himself. Or herself, were this a lesbian porn film," I say. David turned even redder. "Not to mention that were this to happen in actual society, there would be a form of criminal charge, ranging from indecent exposure to public sex. Unfortunately, America does not have a park set aside for public sex, unlike in the Netherlands, with the Vondelpark in Amsterdam."

 

[Optimist2]

She was right on every point. "And do you think that these unrealistic expectations could contribute to things such as date rape? If a man watches to much of this sort of thing, does it skew his view of all women? Can he actually make an honest appraisal?" I was definitely asking these questions of Clara now. Her red lips were quite distracting, but I remembered to keep teaching. "Also, do you really advocate for a park for public displays of a sexual nature?" The last question was simple curiosity.

 

[celestialdragon]

I nod. "Absolutely. Studies have linked that the more a man has watched porn, the more skewed his expectations of women and sex are. There are exceptions, of course, depending on a man's wiring system and the type of porn he watches, but it seems to be a rather common norm. The only reason why there aren't these type of studies on women is because more women fantasize rather than watch porn. This is simply because men tend to be rely more on visuals, while women rely on words and thoughts and feelings," I say. "Many of the rapists of today have a porn addiction, or even a sex addiction. Date rape is becoming more common because of easier access to things like alcohol or 'Roofies'." I smile. "As to the idea of having a park set aside for sex? I'm open to the idea. Public sex is high up on the fantasy list, for both sexes. Americans are often seen as 'prudish' about sex. Sex is scandalous, even taboo for us. If we had something like Vondelpark, I am certain that more people will become open to it, after the initial outrage and shock dies down."

 

[Optimist2]

"Well, maybe that is a topic we can take on in a future class, since you seem interested in it." We were already going to watch some educational love making films, about how to properly perform certain acts of intercourse, in a future class. Part of me wished that America was not so prudish, and that we could have some actual live demonstrations of sexual behaviors. The university would never go for it of course, but I was sure that if it were done properly, it could be of value to some of the students.

"O.K. folks. Let's leave it there for now. Fifteen minutes break. I want you back here by a quarter after eight." As the students filled out of the classroom, I noticed David was walking slightly hunched over. It did not surprise me at all. There, but for the grace of God, went I.

 

[celestialdragon]

I walk out of the classroom, and leaned up on the wall on outside the classroom. I pulled out a granola bar and ate it, thinking about this class and it's new professor.

Stephen was definitely interested in me, I could tell. It was hard for him to disguise that boner, although I knew he was.

Finished with my granola bar, I went back inside the classroom, with ten minutes left of the break. Opening up a different notebook, I began writing before looking over at Stephen.

"Dr. Reynolds," I say to him, curiosity in my voice. "Approximately how many films are left in this period, and exactly how explicit are they going to be?" I was curious to his answer, and wondering if maybe I should be a little more. . . shall we say, open? As I spoke, I slipped off my blouse, revealing a black T-Shirt with a V-neck, showing off my cleavage tastefully. I reapplied my lipstick as I waited for a response.

 

[Optimist2]

I could only stare as she took of her blouse, leaving her in a shirt which showed of her ample charms. "Allowing for discussion, we can get through another six clips or so. I wasn't given time to preview them all, so I am not sure how explicit they will be. The next clip in from Blue Bunny, a mainstream movie. It is an actual blowjob, in a movie with a plot and high production values."

Students were starting to stream back in, including a still embarrassed David. I watched her apply lipstick to hear red lips and other images came to me unbidden. I suddenly decided to teach the rest of the class seated at the professor's desk, though I was still standing in front of Clara.

 

[celestialdragon]

I nod and make note of the next clip in my notes and waited for class to start. I look over at David before leaning over and whispering once more, "Were you able to get off in the bathroom?" I then sit back up and wait patiently.

 

[Optimist2]

David turned beet red again and did not answer the question I sat behind the professor's desk and clamped my legs together, as the next clip started. The female character simply pull the male's cock from his trousers and proceeded to blow him. I found myself fantasizing that Clark's red lips were blowing me, even as I pressed my hands against my hard erection.

I forced myself to stop and was barely able to formulate a question. "So, what do we think class." I could feel myself loosing my objectivity. The football player named Peter sitting on the other side of David, spoke up. "Maybe if the cheerleaders gave use one of those, during half time, we would play better "

Someone said "Pig" though I was not sure who. "Hey, remember this is a judgment free zone."

 

[celestialdragon]

I chuckle at Peter's comment and shook my head. "Then you would loose all the testosterone you would need to play, so that wouldn't work very well. Besides, a cheerleader or two would rather be licking a pussy than blowing your cock," I informed him. I turned back to Stephen. "The quality of the blow job was significantly better, although I would've liked to see more of the foreplay involved," I say delicately. "For instance, did she come up with the idea, or did he? Did he order her to do it, as if they were in a B&D, or an S&M session? Most women object to giving blow jobs. Also, she didn't swallow, which is common among women. Most women don't like the taste of semen in their mouth, not that I blame them. But that also would depend on the man's diet and hygiene."

 

[Optimist2]

"It is true, she did not swallow his cum. This seems to me to be more realistic. I guess I took it as a spontaneous show of affection, rather than an ordered blow job." The last few clips went by in a blur, with me barely registering that one involved supposed mother son sodomy. That was the last clip and the bell range before we could discuss it. I called out as the class left. "Don't forget, to keep up with your sexual self discovery journals and be ready for the test on Friday.

As they filled out, I stayed behind the desk. I had to since my manhood was still acting up. David stopped by the desk, begging for a tutoring session. I was tempted to set him up with Clara, who seemed the strongest student, but instead told him when my open office hours were. He turned and followed his fellow students out of the classroom.

 

[celestialdragon]

I was the last one out of the classroom, and before I left, I stopped by Stephen's desk.

"Doctor Reynolds. Professor Walden said that he was going to assign a final research paper around this time in this semester," I say, looking directly at him. "Would you still be assigning that? And if so, could I have the rubric of what you would expect?"

I know I was forward with him, and impressively so. I know I kept making David blush, and I know that he was hard. "I know that you just found out about teaching this class and such, but I'd like to know, to see if I can tie it into a sociology paper that I'm working on for Garcia's class."

 

[Optimist2]

I searched through the lesson plans and papers on the desk, until I came up with the rubric. "Yes, the paper is still very much a given. What is your paper for Garcia about?" She was standing right in front of the desk now and I could feel my pulse quicken

Outside, rain was starting to tap against the windows. I found myself staring at her breasts, and quickly returned my gaze to her face. I felt myself flush slightly. It was almost like being in high school again

The rain was coming down heavier now and lightening streaked across the sky.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Well, it's more of a study I'm doing. I'm surveying women about porn and fantasizing habits, and how it plays into how they view men. I'm collecting data on type of male, how often they fantasize or watch porn, how often they have sex, number of sexual partners in the past week, etc. I want to see if there's a correlation, like there is with men and porn habits," I explain. "Then, if there is, tie it into male rape by females."

 

[Optimist2]

"Well it sounds like a worthwhile project. Let me read it when your doje, if you don't mind. I am sure that we can find a way to tie to two topics togetber." I straightened my papers and put them in my briefcase. "Well it is getting rather late. We really should be going." I hoped she would take the hint and leave, so that I could stand up without embarrassment.

 

[celestialdragon]

"With the storm out? Please, it's a good twenty minute walk to my dorm, and I hate getting wet without having a good reason," I say, sitting on his desk. "I would be more than happy to show you my paper when I'm done."

 

[Optimist2]

With a sigh, I spoke. "Would you like a ride? My car isn't far from the rear exit." I concentrated on relaxing myself, trying to make my manhood shrink, with some limited success. Clara sitting closer to me surely did not help matters. It was like being a teenager all over again. It seems to me I spent half of the twelfth grade with a woody.

Soon the janitor would be around, shutting off the lights and shooing us from the building He was a grumpy old son of a gun and I did not much relish a run in with him.