I followed behind Jenny into first period, nervous for what this was going to be. As we walked in, I noticed a woman sitting behind a desk, she was young and looked like she could be in high school. In the corner sat a small stage with a chair. On the whiteboard written in red ink, it said pleasuring a man. Great!
I sat beside Jenny who was already pulling out a composition notebook and a cheap mechanical pencil.
"Hey Jenny?" I whispered.
"Yes?" Jenny responded questioningly. She ran her fingers through her wavy blonde hair and watched my face run wild with emotions.
"I accidentally touched Jason's thing yesterday," I spoke quickly and quietly so none of the other girls would hear.
Jenny turned toward me, her eyes bright and wide. "You what!?" She said loudly and a little excited. But this wasn't exciting, this was nerve-racking, and Jenny quickly picked up on that from my quietness. "Wait, what happened?"
"I was trying to reach for the remote which was in his lap. Then I touched his...thing. And everything got all serious and intense until he yelled you touched my penis." I sighed at having to relive the embarrassing moment. Luckily this morning I was able to get out of the dorms before he awoke.
Jenny made a face like she couldn't believe it. But I couldn't either, I mean I didn't really know him, but he didn't seem like the type of person to just act all strange to get out of an awkward moment. Was he not attracted to me? Maybe I said or did something weird? But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the whole moment was just strange.
"I don't know," she sighed and turned towards the teacher stepping in front of the class and on stage. She was short and had long auburn hair that tangled in her eyes. "Okay ladies, I'm sorry I'm a little behind at the moment. Ummm, Carl?" She yelled, moving papers around on her small desk on the stage and trying to balance herself in her heels.
A few of the girls laughed at her and made rude comments. "Carl," she called again.
A dark haired boy walked in and marched over to the center of the stage where a chair stood. He took a glance around the room at all the girls, his eyes lingered over mine for what felt like minutes more than the others—or maybe I was delusional. I kept my gaze on his bright green eyes, I knew that I was blushing when he sent me that award-winning smile. I forced myself to look away from his gorgeous abs—that were much more prominent than Jason's—as he pulled his shirt over his head.
"Okay," the teacher said as she stood beside green eyes—my new nickname for him. "I'm Mrs. Flynn, and this is my assistant Carl," she said gesturing towards Carl. "He's my TA, each student must have a TA credit during their senior year."
Mrs. Flynn pushed her bangs away from her eyes and started again. "Carl please remove your pants and boxers," she said. In the front of the class, I heard Audrey and Nicole whispering about how "Mrs. Flynn is a huge slut" and "Mrs. Flynn rapes underaged men".
"Dang," Jenny whispered to me. I nodded and watched as Carl pulled down his boxers. He was definitely hot, his body was tanned everywhere, and yes even his private area. He had a perfectly toned body and a deep v line.
I wanted him, my core ached and I felt my body grow with need. I had never experienced this kind of need except when Jason and I had our stare down during hand jobs. But then again I was totally overreacting.
"Pleasing a man isn't difficult, you just have to know how to do it." Mrs. Flynn said, interrupting my thoughts. "Through this course, I will teach you all the basics and you will learn how to do it with your body and your attitude. But today It'll only be a demonstration."
