College of Sex (Open to all)

Pearl adjusted her miniskirt, hoping it still covered her nylon tops and garters, and, without panties now, perched herself on the stool at the front of the classroom of percussionists, all eagerly watching her. Pearl giggled to herself as she realized that some of them probably had an excellent view.... She spoke.

"For those that don't know me, I'm Dr. Pearl, this year the head of percussion as Mr. Harden retired. Upperclassmen will all have their private lessons with me, so if that's you, come to see me. Some underclassmen - the advanced students and those who are percussive majors - will also study with me. You will all be with me for your various ensembles, for which you will audition during your first lessons. This," she motioned to her recent fuck-buddy, blushing unintentionally, "is The Ritz, Dr. Ludwig Ritzack. Just Ritz is fine." She winked at him, and a couple of the students exchanged looks and giggles. "Our masterclass will consist of lessons pertaining to the instruments we study, and today's lesson consists of the histories of several melodics. Ritz here has some helpful information on these subjects, as he is our head of Music History here at the school. If you're not enrolled in his class, you should be, and as music majors it is required. Dr. Ritzack, you may have charge of me." She blushed, her face burning hot immediately. "I mean, my class." She motioned to a chair near her at the front of the room, and they taught their little masterclass, occasionally hearing snide remarks full of inuendos.

The class had gone well...he'd caught sight of Pearl's pussy the first time he had turned around to write answers in the board...several males had also seen it and they hadn't moved their eyes the whole lesson...it was good for them to see ...and hopefully good for her.

Several of the ladies had asked him rather suggestive questions and when he asked one particular question the sound of moving chairs could be heard as a few ladies parted their legs instead of raising thier hands ...the now common way for young women in his class to indicate they needed after-class help...he'd never encouraged it , it had evolved from the first girl to do it successfully.

He had concluded with these words "Dr Pearl is right my class is a required course I expect you to ensure that I am aware if you need any help with grades, fulfilling your study requirements in my class allows you to fully explore Dr Pearl..." he paused only partially unintentionally "class as well as all the other classes you will attend, including field trips one of which I understand you have next week...I hope that those who currently attend my class have the grade required on this weeks test"

He looked at Pearl and smiled suggestively and then leaned against her desk slightly behind her and with a view of the upper part of her breasts

She eyed him, unsure a little, but fairly certain that he was just teasing her. She was still glaring at him when she said it. "They'd better all have good enough grades." Then she remembered that the glare was supposed to be at the students, as if they had anything to do with it.

"Now, who in here can come to the front of the class and demonstrate how to properly wrap a mallet?" She hopped off of her pedestal, turned, and bent over to the drawer on the bottom in the cabinet to get the materials the student would need. She totally forgot about the lack of undergarments, until she arose and turned to see every male's hands in the air, and some females, and a few of the students had already stood and were moving in her direction. She looked at Ritz, a bit perplexed.

He smiled and walked over to her leaned in so that no one could see his hands and lighty touched her between the legs running a finger along her pussy lips..." you just showed the class your twat and I can think of something else they would like to have wrapped" he said with a knowing smile

Turning to the surging class...he addressed "Now now control yourselves you'll each get a turn...I'm sure all the class will be satisfied" he said it knowing that it was easily an honest statement but he looked at the eyes of most of the class...all the boys looked at Pearl while about a thrid of the young ladies had the same desire....and yes quite a number of the ladies joining the queue were looking down at his ...oh fuck his pants had tented

Pearl absent-mindedly said the only thing that came to mind. "Yes, everyone eventually, upperclassmen first. Who needs a field trip form?"

Ritz smiled as several of the boys cocks stood firm against their legs...he could tell they wanted to fuck her thier was no attepmt at hidden their desires

Pearl absent-mindedly said the only thing that came to mind. "Yes, everyone eventually, upperclassmen first. Who needs a field trip form?"

"I do " the words repeated around the classroom the young man at the head of the queue suddenly gasped his manhood still under his pants was rigid the pants he wore tight.against his body..he reddened unsure what to do ...unsure what Dr Pearl would do

The surge for the forms had allowed several young ladies to rush past Ritz and most of them made sure that they pumped into his groin and then one young lady having stood in front of him leaned back slightly and gently rubbed her lower body against his ...as she looked at Pearl waiting for a form.

Pearl stood still, almost frozen, as she contemplated what was happening. It seemed that the entire room of drummers and musicians new to the drums, as a masterclass included everyone who was either in a lesson or in an ensemble, had become aroused. Between the Ritz's hardening member - it was well-known among the girls of the school by this time that he was a man who knew what he was doing with a woman's body - and Pearl's own unintentional yet prominent display, that things were quickly heating up in here. She eyed the man at the forefront of the room, the only one brave enough to speak, and the only one - so far - clutching his hardness beneath his pants. She leaned over and handed the Ritz some forms, and began handing them out, starting with the one at the front, winking at him.

"This trip is to view the performance of the Phil Harmonic. They've allowed us access to one practice, and four performances over three days, beginning with Monday evening. Tuesday morning we will sit in on practice, then another performance Tuesday evening and two on Wednesday. By now I'm sure you're all aware of Harmon's reputation for its extra-curricular activities, and there will be plenty of time for that. In fact, part of the feature of the trip is the access the students will have to interact with their professors in a social manner." Her eyes gleamed. Many of the professors were going, and all planned on incorporating the musicality observed into their classrooms. But, this was to be a fun trip, and not being far away would be a blast. "We will be staying on campus at our sister school there, whose semester doesn't start for another three weeks. We will all stay in the same dorm, and I know that percussion will be joined by a selected number of vocalists and guitarists as well as a number of wind instrument players and professors. And I believe that the piano majors will be in attendance...." She looked at Ritz with a question in her eye, not sure if she was remembering correctly.

Anyhow, I have the signup sheet for room assignments HERE. She placed it on the desk, keeping her hand on top as she continued to speak. "The professors have chosen their rooms - each of us will room privately. The students can decide amongst yourselves your rooming assignments, and the professors' names are marked in the rooms they have chosen. Please, no more than four students in a room - gender balance is up to you." She retrieved a pencil from her purse, setting it next to the sheet, and backed away from the surge of people she knew would rush her as soon as she moved her hand.

(OC: We need more students! I would love for someone to play James - the character played by Sprootle up the post. I've PMd him and he's not answered in almost a week, and I was so hoping to get with that character. First come first serve, and let your friends know about all the student positions available! THANKS!)

Ritz smiled as Pearl recovered herself she'd gotten all the deatils of the trip correct and it was nice that all the students would know where they stood...yes it would be education yes they should take it seriously and yes everyone will get laid.....

As she backed away the crowd of students surged several of the guys at the front looked first to where Pearls room was before selecting their own...just as some of the female students did the same with his name

Ritz reached Pearl and slipped a hand on to his arse lifting the back of he dress slightly a finger touched her pussy ..."you did well my dear you have some very eager students I'm sure we will all enjoy spending time getting to know one each other "

Pearl pretended she hadn't noticed Ritz's touch and words, except for the smile which broke across her face and the fact that she cut her eyes at him without turning her head.

"The list of students who have lessons with me is on my office door. We need to set up a time schedule with everyone, twice a week for an hour for percussion majors and once weekly for a half hour for non-majors. Minors will have two half-hour sessions weekly, so figure out when will work best for you - several options please, and have that information ready when you meet with me. you'll just have to catch me as you can find me in my office - and alone - " she paused, letting her inuendo seek in with some of the underclassmen who hadn't quite 'gotten it' just yet, "or leave a message on my voice mail with your available options and I'll let you know which works best for me. Email's always good, too."

She looked around the room, assessing and remembering the faces of the students there.

Ritz took the hint.

"And those of you who haven't signed up for my class should do so as soon as possible, for those that are taking my class if you received a B or less in the last monthly exam I expect you to book a time to discuss your grades with me I've met some of you and those grades have been ironed out but there are still several of you that have yet to see me...now anyone who is unable to do what is needed to iron out your grades I will accept another person to act as proxy on your behalf ...be it a family member or a friend....I'm not kidding people this is my job those grades must be improved"

He could have said all you ladies come to my office for a fuck and all your guys get your girlfriends or mums's sisters aunts whatever in to the that office as well, but that was probably a little to obvious even for this school .

((Hey, I'm here, I was waiting on Jayda to repond. No big deal.))

James was sitting in the back of the class. He didn't quite know what was going on -- he honestly hadn't been paying attention most of the time, Jayda was still in his head.

James stood, he had put on a white dress shirt, left it halfway unbuttoned, and rolled up the sleaves. Before he had put the vibraphone away he had pushed all the way through his new solo and finished quite a bit on his other.

He put his name down into a random room, and noticed when a female directly behind him added her name. Shrugging, James went back to his seat.

James was one of the few true percussionist that started their lives on drumlines. Most drummers couldn't see past their own sticks, let alone the dizzy world of marching percussion. James had always been slightly different.

As a freshman in high school, he made tenors. His sophomore year he marched snare, but then his junior and senior he went back to the quint toms that he loved. During his sophomore year of high school he played drumset for a very blue California drum corp ((if anyone gets that reference, you freakin' rock!)). It was that year that he opened his eyes to the world of percussion.

By the end of his senior year, he had become a very strong mallet player, as well as learning hand drums. Drum corp also gave him the muscular body he enjoyed so now.

James picked up his bag, pulling his iPod from it, he turned on Pat Metheny and sat back down -- waiting for confirmation that class was over.

James did know where he was heading next. First he had to swing by the percussion rooms to reserve a marimba for later, he had played his new solo on the vibe just because it was there, he needed to practice it on the real wood. After that, he had to head over to Pearl's office, he wanted to start lessons as soon as possible.

(OC: YAY! I'm so glad you're back! Also, I can't call the NAME of the drum corps you're referring to, but I've seen them - twice. I was a drummer in high school IRL and majored for 3 years but didn't finish. Just shy of an associate's with field in music, all I need are some basic classes. Near me they have "Thunder in the Hills" drum corps tournament every summer just before school starts near the army base just south of here. And that's probably tmi about my locale to post here, but oh well. It's been 10 years since I saw them, so I can't call their names, but I know exactly who you are talking about. They won first both times I saw them!)

Pearl watched as the students signed their names to the rooms, feverishly and sometimes arguing over the last name to a room. She was glad to see that they were so anxious to attend, as she was really looking forward to the trip herself. Almost as much as she looked forward to this year's private lessons....

(OC: Just waiting for another few students, again drumming - percussion - majors or minors or those from other instruments needing to take extra lessons. Just mention you're in the room and take a direction! Really excited about this thread opening back up!!!)

((I'd say they can join later, and would be a fan of moving on. ;-) Getting out of the classroom, into your office, etc, etc. ~_~ )

(Well, when I first read this you were HERE, now you're gone. LOL Too bad... and, I agree. )

Pearl checked her watch, and, gathering her mallet bag and briefcase, barked at the students. "Class is dismissed, sorry it's a little late. Don't forget lessons, come see me, and check your schedule for the Ritz history classes. Find me if you need me," she paused for emphasis, "and arrange with all professors if you are planning on attending the trip. I need to go." She winked at the Ritz and waltzed out the door, hurrying to her room/office for her first lesson. SHe was pretty sure it was James, but one could never be positive. Her office, being head of percussion this year, was also a practice room, and included a short marimba, a drum set, and a corner with a cabinet full of percussive accessories. Stereo system, bookshelf, desk, computer - all with a generous amount of space in the middle of the room, meant to accomodate any other instruments for which she might need to serve lessons. The door was also wide enough to accomodate even the largest tympanis, and the top-notch custom marimbas. (Shoot me. I can't remember the freakin names. Ya know, the ones with the resonation tubes which have to curl to miss the floor. )

She plopped her things on her desk, door open, and waited for that first student as she downed a bottle of water.

(OOPs. Double post.)

(( Couple different brands, I prefer Musser. ;-) )

James waited just a couple of minutes and headed toward the main percussion room. Finding a line, he cut in front of all the underclassmen and reserved the fullsize marimba for the rest of the day, he had a lot of work to do.

A few minutes early, he headed over to Pearl's office. He had thrown his backpack into his locker in the percussion room and had grabbed his stick bag. As he walked toward the office door he smiled to himself. Knocking lightly he waited for a response.

(Not it. Demari? Something like that, starts with a D like I said. I think OURS was a Musser! Do they only do the chalk-bar ones or do they have rosewoods too? I loved my black one! Still do! Okay well it's not mine, it's the school's, but it was bought FOR ME!!!)

Pearl jumped at his knock, then smoothed her skirt and invited him in. "It's open!" She smiled when she saw him. "Hello, James. You work through that solo yet? Knew it'd be pretty simple for ya, but you kinda needed another one before the jury. It's impressive enough." She fumbled with some papers, and clicked some on the computer. "Okay, an hour twice weekly... what works with your other classes? You're first, so it's pretty open other than the ensembles and concert and symphony bands."

She looked him over, up and down and up again. He sure was nice-looking. She hoped to have much interaction with him - both here at the school, and especially on the trip soon.
"Then, we'll let you run down the drum solo and through the old marimba one you had already. Then questions, if you have any. If not, guess we'll have some free time...." She smiled at him, wondering.

Ritz made it to his office and began working on papers presented by his current freshmen class, he wondered what Pearl was doing...but considering her body...the male students and this school it was likely that at least one young man was going to get a lesson he'd absolutely love.

Ritz smiled at that, he had no doubt she'd fuck him again many times and it wasn't like they were together......besides he was already looking forward to his next pussy it was only a question of who

(Musser does mainly the black bars -- not Rosewood. ;-) There is one other brand ... that isn't coming to mind... I'm more of a vibe player, myself. Demari is a brand of them, but it isn't clicking. )

Nodding, James pulled his bag off his shoulder, opening his folder and setting the music on the stand. He smiled at Pearl, his eyes catching on her chest.

"Yes, I have worked through it." He nodded, as if feeling the answer out.

Stepping up to the marimba, James pulled out his mallets and without much comment set into work.

(Yep then that had to be what I had. And, Demari must be the one at the school I mentioned, since it is actually a name. LOL It's been a while.... Anyway, that one was so long that the end came off of it because it wouldn't fit in the elevator leading to the stage if it had been whole. The one at that school was a custom-made one, not sure if it was because it detached or some other reason. Whosever idea it was to put percussion downstairs and the stage upstairs, with no ramp, should be shot. Anyway....)

Pearl watched the young man as he played his solo. She leaned back in her own office chair, behind him, watching his arms move and his ass tighten and release as he gracefully moved alongside the instrument. DAMN he had a nice ass.... She was unconciously running her fingers along her chest and belly, between her breasts, and biting her bottom lip.
He finished, and she cleared her throat to speak. The door was shut now - other prof's complained when her door was open during a musical lesson. Shit, he had played it perfectly! What could she use? "That's very nice, James. Might want to accentuate the crescendos and decrescendos just a little more, maybe add a fermata at the end of the major ritardando in the middle of the piece. It should work alright for a jury, and you've still got a couple weeks I guess, but since the others are mostly piano and wind teachers.... Well, you just never know. Might have to come up with something to... improve your chances of acing the jury. Any ideas?" She stood, now facing him, both of them had a hand resting on the instrument.

"Are suggesting another solo? Maybe a timpani solo? Do you have any suggestions?" James was oblivious to what she was hinting at. Honestly, he wasn't worried at all about his jury, but still, her opinion mattered.

"Oh! Maybe I could play a trumpet solo! That would show diversity! I have some sheet music in my bag, over... " James set down the mallets and turned quickly. Without even noticing it his hand pushed firmly into her breast. Unintentionally he cupped his hand around it. Once he realized what had happened, he dropped it but was unable to hide the erection in his pants.

Stepping back, he smiled. "Or maybe there was some other kind of extra credit I could do?"

(I'm actually falling asleep here, until tomorrow!)

Pearl noticed his unintentional grope - how could she NOT notice? - but could tell that it had been truely unintentional.... At least she thought it probably had. She smiled, impressed at his reaction... reactionS. She touched her finger to her own temple, as if thinking, and ran it down her face, neck, shoulder, chest, and the same breast he'd just had in his hand as she responded.

"No, I'm quite sure that you have enough solos, and diversity, but I'd bet some sort of - extra credit, as you mentioned - might be just what you need to push your grade over the top edge of the curve." She looked him in the eyes, then purposefully glanced down to the hardness she'd noticed already, then back at his face, a smile grazing her lips.

(Sorry! HAd kids to deal with! If you're still here, great! If not, see ya tomorrow then! )

James smiled -- he honestly was excited and he had been looking for an opprotunity like this. Doublechecking to see that he had locked the door on the way in, he moved forward.

Laying his hand on Pearl's waste, he pulled her against him. Their mouths met and James tounge painted small circles on her lips. He lightly sucked on her upper lip, letting his tongue slowly enter her mouth. As he did he turned her, pushing her back against the large marimba. The mallets he had just been playing with fell to the floor, click lightly against the marble.

His hands moving to her lower back, he slid them under her shirt, scratching her back lightly and with one hand he unsnapped her bra.

Pearl smiled, exceedingly happy that James had understood - and seemed more than willing. She mockingly scolded his actions, knowing that the marimba was old and about ready for the trash heap anyway. "Now, James. That's no way to treat an instrument! Treat it gently, like you would a woman...." She'd begun unbuttoning his white shirt, and now began feverishly biting at his neck. She lifted one leg onto the instrument, wondering if he'd yet noticed that though her nylons and garters were still there, her panties were missing - still in The Ritz's office next door....