"By mom, dad, I'm going to miss you guys so much," I said, giving my parents a tight squeeze.
"Bye sweetheart we love you so much," my mother said and turned on her heels to leave me and this school behind. It was a strange and unfamiliar place, hardly any students lingered in the halls but I assumed they were in their dorms.
I made my way in my stunning white dress and heels to the headmistress' office. I knocked on the door and followed the short woman to her desk. "I'm headmistress Courtez-Hernandez and I'm assuming your Kylie Johnson?" The woman asked. I shook my head and patiently waited for the headmistress to continue. She watched me carefully through her glasses, eyeing me thoroughly.
"Are you a virgin?" It was a rather strange question, which made me feel uncomfortable. I mean, why was this question even necessary?
"Yes?" I replied, and it was true, I had never even come close to anything sexual. But I didn't understand why the school needed that information. I wiggled in my seat, wondering why any of this was even necessary. I felt uncomfortable as the lady behind her desk eyed me carefully.
"Good, freshmen mustn't loose they're virginity until our planned date."
"What the hell are you are talking about!?" I yelled, a bit shocked with myself, but mostly with this insane principle. I hadn't even realized I yelled until the startled look on her face.
"Oh I'm sorry, have you not been informed about our schools programs?" The headmistress said calmly.
"What programs could involve loosing your virginity?"
"Here, I'll send for Jason to give you a tour and explain everything."
***
"Hi I'm Jason." He was tall compared to my 5"3 frame. He stood at about 6"3. He had on a white t shirt which perfectly showed off his oh—my—lord hotness. His blonde hair was styled in a quiff and his Mediterranean blue eyes sparkled in a beautiful way.
"Hi," I whispered, my lips curling upwards. I held out my hand for him to shake, which he did. Jason scanned my body, liking every curve he saw. I knew that I was considered attractive, I had curves that most girls would kill for.
"Follow me," he said, grabbing my wrist and guiding me out the door. I had trouble keeping my eyes off the hottie walking in front of me, the way his hips swayed as he walked and how his jeans hung perfectly on his body, he was certainly a god. "This is Grant High School, best in the country. Students here have the highest grades, and are best at pleasing their partners," he chuckled and immediately I stopped.
"What the heck does that mean? What kind of school am I going to?" I yelled furiously.
"Calm down, I'm getting to that," he chuckles again and runs his fingers through his sun kissed blonde hair. "On the upper floors are our basic schooling; math, science, English, history, PE, the basics. But underground is the sex classes, like learning about how our bodies work, sexually of course."
I couldn't help but look at him disgusted with what I was hearing. "Of course." Hearing that made me freak out, I had never even kissed a boy, let alone have sex with one. And I certainly don't plan on doing it any time soon.
"We take kissing class, oral sex, anal sex, sex, different positions, teasing, resistance, pole dancing, and much more."
"W-what!?" I yell again, I pull my arm away from Jason's tight grasp and feel my heart begin to race. "That's, that's crazy, m-my parents would never enroll me in a sex school," I stutter.
"They didn't know, it's a secret and there's consequences for telling."
"Can you just show me to my dorm?" I say, irritated and keeping my gaze off of the hottie bearing bad news.
"Our dorm," Jason replies.
I look at him like I have officially had enough of this school. Disgusted with him, and the school, I follow him to the elevators where Jason hits floor -9. I was surprised and wondered how there was even breathable air. Jason led Me to room 926. He sticks the key in and twists. The door swings open, and I am surprised to see that the room is nothing like I imagined. We actually had our own rooms but just shared a living room, bathroom, and kitchen with two other boys.
Jason hands me a silver key, and the numbers 926 are written across the top. I look around seeing four bedroom doors. "Who else lives here?" I ask.
"Nate, Sam, come meet our roommate," Jason calls. Two doors open and in comes two delicious looking boys. And of course I share a room with all boys.
"Guys this is Kylie, Kylie this is Sam," he points towards the blonde one and then the brunette, "And Nate."
"Hot," Sam replied. His voice was deep and definitely sexy. But that didn't make up for his rude comment. Well, it wasn't necessarily rude, but being hot is all about one's body rather than their personality and intellect. I wanted to be known for my sparkly personality.
Before I would do anything crazy—like beat the shit out of him—I turned around and walked out the door leaving Jason behind. He followed quickly to show me around upstairs and once it became time to explore underground Jason said, "down here is where all of our sex classes take place."
"Excuse me. What are you talking about?" I was frustrated that I still wasn't getting the answers I so clearly desired. I hated when people messed with me and this was absolutely not funny.
"Like I told you already, we have sex lessons. Monday through Wednesday."
"I didn't think you meant it," I replied.
"On Monday through Wednesday, you will learn the basic kissing, handjobs, fingering, the reproductive system, you will become familiar to the male body, learn how to pleasure a man, lap dancing and resistence," Jason said.
My face turned a bright shade of pink and I couldn't manage to say a word.
Yes I am rewriting the story. I am sorry to those that are getting tired of me doing this, but I am so frustrated with how fast the original is going. Since I made so much drama happen and barely any time pass, I have decided to add more before the climax. So I hope you enjoy this newer and edited version, and I love you guys so much for sticking with this story and for all your amazing comments!
—Applebutt
