Slut Academy 2 (IC thread)

Amara looked at Edwards and said "Oh its fine Edwards. I thought it was today, and I was afraid I was stealing students away from you. I will see you tomorrow then for the class. You can still join in for the introductory if you would like."

She started to head towards the room, and once there she remembered her own orientation had been in class across the hall. She smiled at Rob, who she rememebered had tried to make her spread her pussy in the very first class.

She went over and sat at the table, waiting for students to come in. One student was already sitting their, but he was the only one in yet.
 
edfries12584 said:
"Of course Dean, you will have a copy on your desk tonight, I will get back to my room and work on finishing it while the rest of you run the orientation, unless of course you guys need me to attend the orientation? Amara, I'm sorry, my schedual told me that my first class was going to be tomorrow. I am not ready to teach this afternoon. Christine, I would love to meet with you over breakfast, allowing you to be giving a first hand idea of what my class would be like, making sure I am not too naive about what these kids need to be taught."

Missy smiled at the teachers and the Dean. They were all dressed in much more revealing clothes then her self, but even so she was uncomfortable.

She looked at Edward, "I guess we had better find my room quickly so I amnot late for orientation. I supposed at some point I will have to get and change in to what in more accepted clothes." Her tone clearly saying she would rather not.

She resumed walking with him until they reached her room.

She put her back pack and case down at the foot of the bed. Then turned back to him. Blushing deeply, "I suppose we need to hurry or do I need to wait until I get the proper clothes?"
 
Christine looked at the student sitting there by himself and smiled. She kissed Rob's cheek and walked over to the kid. Holding out her hand, she gave him a small smile. "Hi, I'm Christine. I saw you out there, but didn't get a chance to introduce myself." She shifted how she stood, making her skirt flare slightly. "I'm the Dean's wife, and a teacher. Who are you?"
 
"I'm Peter," he said, his eyes dancing for a moment as he saw her skirt flare up, even if it was only for the briefest of moments. He felt something stir inside of him, but brushed it aside.

"its very nice to meet you Christine, may I call you that?" he said, shaking her hand. "I'm very excited to be taking classes here, though I'm looking at the syllabus, and it seems a bit unclear about this class. what happens exactly here?"
 
After breaking off from the group and leading Missy to her room he sits on the bed while she looks through her stuff for something to wear. "Missy how about we skip the orientation and I have a private chat in here? I can deal with your absence with the staff."
 
She leaned against the desk next to him, her long legs straight in front of her. "You can call me whatever you like," she said with a wicked grin. "And this is Amara's show. I don't know exactly what she plans to say, but it's just orientation, really."

Sitting on the desk, her knees slightly parted; he could look up her skirt, if he wanted. "It's good to know you're excited to be here. We like enthusiastic students," she added with a wink. "If you need help getting adjusted, let me know."
 
Amara had been listening into the conversation with some interest. She came up, leaned and said "Peter. this is just an introductory session. A lot of students who come here know little about sex, or are too closed minded towards it. Like I myself was when I came here. This class is for telling everyone what to expect, some basic rules, some standards, and a little bit of getting people comfortable with things around here." she stood back looking at him carefully, and then added "Was that helpful? you can still keep asking questions till others come in"

Amara felt somewhat wierd being a teacher here now. She had omitted that fact here, but she knew she had come in here only about an year or so back. That she had come a long way since then gave her confidence, but she knew she was still not all that far off from being one of the students herself.
 
Ethan waits in the auditorium.

The auditorium was deep and wide, with a high vaulted ceiling. It looked as though it was excellent acoustically. There was a large balcony that jutted out from a floor up, and two smaller balconies closer to the stage. It was decorated with lots of red. It made some sense, since the color had a long association with...ah, prodigious and frequent sexual activity.

Ethan was sitting in a row close to the stage, relaxing in a rather nice chair. The place was set-up for the orientation, and besides himself, another male student and a group of teachers were in the room. The teachers were by the tables that held the general information booklets and handouts he assumed would be passed out later. They were an odd group, but all younger than he expected, and good looking. He found his eyes drawn to the female professors, as if they had some sort of sexual magnetism.

Closing the glossy paged intro booklet, he sighed. He felt so strange. Ashamed, excited, eager, nervous, aroused, embarrassed, and more, all at the same time. Not for the first and last time, he looked up at the vaulted ceiling. "What am I doing here?" "Is this really what I will be?" His voice was soft, he often thought out loud, especially when conflicted.

Why was this place even still open? It's existence had been a big factor behind the coup, and part of the new order's rhetoric. But here it was. Which made him feel somewhat suspicious. There had to be something else going on. Especially with his father telling him that by coming here he'd be "serving his country." What was really going on?

"...I'm not sure I should be here..."
 
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Devina checked herself one last time in the mirror, grabbed her clipboard with note paper, her schedule, and a pen, and locked the door behind her as she made her way to orientation. "Introduction to Slut Academy," it said on her schedule. The letters were clear, though, that the introduction would be the same thing as what one normally thought of as an orientation.

The brunette tightened her ponytail and made her way to room 114. Upon arrival, and finding room 114, she found that it was really an auditorium. The students were only very slowly entering the building, and seemed to be mostly socializing in the hallway.

She entered the room to find only a few people there: a boy seated close to the stage, another boy across the room, and a group of what seemed to be teachers making their way to the front.

Devina paused a moment, considering, and then made her decision. If she was to get over this fear of the male species, she had to start somewhere. Purposefully, as others began entering the room, she made her way down to the front and sat next to this guy. He was very attractive, and she drew up her courage and introduced herself.

"Hi. I'm Devina. I don't know anyone yet, and I figured that I may as well start with you. Mind if i sit?" She bit her lower lip, not used to being quite so abrupt. Yet, again, she must start somewhere. And a really hot-looking guy was as good a place to start as any. Right? Right.
 
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Christine noticed the other students filing in slowly and smiled. There was a very attractive brunette talking to an equally attractive blond boy, and this Peter was very cute too. She giggled internally, feeling a lot like a kid in a candy shop, even though she knew that the security of the government was paramount, she couldn't help but feel a stirring of excitement in her stomach.
 
Ethan, ready to get oriented.

Ethan smiled at the girl, a pleasant and friendly smile. "Please," he replied, indicating the seat next to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Devina." "I'm Ethan." "And if you don't mind my saying so, I'm glad you decided to start with me." He shrugged, looking somewhat sheepish. "I haven't had the courage to talk to anyone yet...but now that the ice is broken, I feel a lot better."

He watched her as she sat down. What a beautiful girl! Her hair was a lustrous brown with alluring dashes of red. Her face was elegant and charming, her eyes stunning. Then there was the rest of her. She was lush, almost overripe in the fullness of her body. Maybe this place wouldn't be terrible after all.

"I'm feeling kind of nervous about all this." He glanced over at her. "How do you think they're going to start the semester off?"
 
"Thank you." Almost immediately, Devina worried. She sure hoped she'd picked the right one this time; it seemed that she had a knack for picking the jerks of the group. This one seemed relatively nice on first meeting, though. And with the football captain, she'd never even had opportunity to say hello....

"You're nervous too?" Devina laughed a little. She did wonder what on earth a 'slut school' would aim to teach a guy. "I have no idea how the semester will start. I did already meet the male professor for the female oral pleasure class." She rolled her eyes.

Wonderfulness. Her first conversation with anyone here would inevitably be about sex. Who's fucking idea was this, anyway??
 
edfries12584 said:
After breaking off from the group and leading Missy to her room he sits on the bed while she looks through her stuff for something to wear. "Missy how about we skip the orientation and I have a private chat in here? I can deal with your absence with the staff."


Missy stop after less then a minute and looked at Edward.
"look I dont really need to look. All of my clothes look like this. And im not stupid I know this is not what is accepted here. Honestly this is a close to slutty clothes as I have even worn. My parents sent me here because two weeks ago I had sex for the first and only time in my life. They freaked out and said if I couldn't wait for marriage then the least I could do was learn to be a proper slut and help the country in the process."

She sighed heaveyly and sat down on her bed, "I dont know what to do now."
Missy looked at Edward her confusion and fear appearent.
 
He realized she was another unwilling student, he reached out and starts to rub her back, "Missy, don't worry about the clothes, you will have an opportunity to go shopping, and its not something you need to be ready for yet, just come into classes willing to learn and you might end up like Amara, I hear she didn't have an easy first couple of weeks. Lets go to the orientation, that might help clear things up for you."
 
showdolly said:
"Thank you." "You're nervous too?" Devina laughed a little. She did wonder what on earth a 'slut school' would aim to teach a guy. "I have no idea how the semester will start. I did already meet the male professor for the female oral pleasure class." She rolled her eyes.

"You did?" "I haven't talked to any of the teachers yet." Female Oral Pleasure class? Did that mean for females or to females? "They look amazing...I guess looking good is probably part of the curriculum too." Did they ever. He was watching them again, his eyes drawn to the women who would be teaching them all soon. They just...radiated sexiness and drew your eyes in. How did they do that? "You know, how to look sexy in addition to, uh, the...rest of it." Wow. That was SO uncool.

"But, yeah, I"m nervous too." He sighed, looking up at the ceiling again. "Being here...was never ever where I saw myself being, you know?" "And I don't know what the real point of learning all this is, or that I'll like officially being a 'slut'."

He turned his head to look at her. "I can understand, and even really appreciate, that they can teach me to be a good lover, to please others, but...it's not really a career or anything." "I guess...I'm not sure what to expect." "I like to have at least some idea, you know what I mean?"
 
"I know what you mean. I don't get it either. My parents just... figured I should go here." Devina blushed, and looked down at her feet as she wrung them together nervously. The teachers looked as if they were about ready to begin.

"Hopefully, they'll tell us all of that. I mean I guess thats what orientation's for, at least I hope so. And the teacher, well...." Devina blushed again. "I tried to bunk in the faculty dorm, so he helped me find my room."

Saying that out loud, she already felt like a slut. Nothing had happened, but it just... sounded bad. And here she was telling this guy that. This guy that she'd just met. Ethan. Firm, athletic-looking, tan, polite Ethan. Devina smiled, and her mind began to wander.
 
She was even lovely when she blushed. The redness brought out the red in her hair, and made the green of her eyes stand out even more. There was a flicker of fear in her eyes, as though she thought she'd somehow done or said something wrong. Ethan smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I had to look at the map to find the right dorm." "They're close enough together, I can see making that mistake pretty easily."

He looked again at the teachers. "Funny, my parents said that by coming here, I'd be helping the family and doing my 'duty' to the nation." "That's one of the things that confuses me so much." "How is learning to be a 'slut' my duty?" He looked over at her again. "That's what I'm hoping to find out from this orientation." "I almost feel like...the sex training can't be all that this is."

"I guess we'll find out, either way." Ethan noticed that her eyes had gotten rather distant. What was she thinking about? His gaze fell for a moment, taking advantage of her dazed state to eye her generous endowments, then came back up with a little blush on his cheeks. Come on, Ethan. You're not that guy. "Devina?" "Are you all right?"
 
"What? Yeah, um... I'm okay. Sorry." Devina tried to make up something about what she'd been thinking about, but she could think of nothing and just left it.

"I dont know anything more than just being here to learn about sex. It'd be better if there were more, though. Maybe you're right. Guess we'll find out soon. And, I guess we have the rest of the afternoon off? Did they tell you what to do after this?"

She looked at him, trying to not let the hope formulate in her brain that this might be the last decent guy left on the face of the earth. Yet, if he were, it would be perfect. He was, after all, quite nice looking.

She met his eyes and took in a deep breath as he looked right back at her. His eyes were a dark, dark green, and seemed to look right into the window of her soul. She suddenly felt open, and exposed to him. Oddly enough, she was comfortable with that feeling.

Devina shyly let her eyes fall from his grasping gaze, but fixated them on his muscled chest. She could see the outlines of his body through his shirt, and as he breathed his chest would rise and fall. She felt the sudden urge to run her fingers over his chest, to nibble at his neck....

What was she thinking?? It must be the place she was, this Slut Academy was getting to her brain. Or maybe it was just Ethan....

"What? I'm sorry, did you say something?"
 
"No, I haven't been told anything." "I'm guessing we'll find out during the orientation, but..." He trailed off, shrugging. There was no knowing until this actually got started. "Not sure what I'll do if we have free time." "Maybe go around and talk to some of the other students, maybe some of the teachers." "Get their thoughts."

She didn't answer, and he looked over at her. Devina was looking at him like he was a piece of meat. Beef, to be precise. Her eyes were roaming over his chest, the shirt he wore flattering his muscled physique. There was a slight flush to her cheeks, and her eyes seemed to be looking through his cloth, seeing...well, he wasn't sure what. But it was hot, whatever it was.

"What? I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"Yeah," he smiled, his expression a little smug. Hey, she was checking him out. That was a real ego boost. "I just said that we'll find out what we're supposed to do in the afternoon during this, at least I think so." "If nothing's scheduled, I might just check out the grounds, and maybe see if I can talk to any of the teachers." "Uh...if you wanted, it'd be great to have some company when I do." "That way we can both get our questions answered, and it'll be harder to turn away both of us, even if they're busy."
 
Devina blushed and nodded her agreement before turning her attention to the stage. Was that cute little grin a sign that he'd seen what had distracted her? Golly gee, she hoped not!

At any rate, this Ethan seemed nice enough, and she hadn't really seen any other girls yet anyway. Though, it seemed that at least one of the people in the 'teacher' crowd had indeed been a student, because she began to make her way to a seat.

Devina smiled and nodded in her general direction, glad to see another female student. It was a little strange, though, that there didn't seem to be many of them. Those thoughts and ponderings held Devina's attention until the orientation started. Promptly, she pulled out her pad of paper and pen and began taking intricate notes.
 
Saul wandered the halls for a while, eventually ending up outside room 114. He thought for a moment, warring with himself, and the urge to walk in won out. He opened the door, stepped insde, and realized a class was in session, or just starting. He started to back out, when he noticed several teachers there, including the two he'd met earlier, plus the dean. He stepped back inside, and leaned up against the wall, realizing this must be the orientation they were talking about. As a new teacher, he figured it might be a good idea to listen in, so he stayed, and watched. He could see Christine flirting with one of the students, and the student looked damned flustered.
 
edfries12584 said:
He realized she was another unwilling student, he reached out and starts to rub her back, "Missy, don't worry about the clothes, you will have an opportunity to go shopping, and its not something you need to be ready for yet, just come into classes willing to learn and you might end up like Amara, I hear she didn't have an easy first couple of weeks. Lets go to the orientation, that might help clear things up for you."

She was surprised by the first bit of encouragement she had recieved since that night.

On impluse after he rubs her back a minute she reaches out and hugs him.

If everyone her is as nice and gentle as him than maybe things will work out. She feels the tears gathering in her eyes, but smiles a bit through them, "thank you. I really have no idea what to do or to expect here."

(feel free to move them toward orintation room if you want.)
 
He smiles when she leans out and hugs him, he holds her as well letting her cry on his shoulder as they sit on her bed. He kisses her cheek and says "Missy you can either stay here and we can continue getting you ready in private, or you can go to the orientation, either one is fine with me." My hands now trying to see how open she is becoming slide up and down her thighs while I hold her, the tears still trickling down her face.
 
Missy tried to stop her tears.She could feel his hand running softly up and down her thigh it was like a lovers carrese.

"I really do feel uncomfortable around every one with out the proper clothing."

She put her hand on his when it was mid thigh. Hopeing he would let her just hold his hand there.

She looked up, "unfortunately I will most likley feel even more uncomfortable with proper clothes. I feel so lost. Help me.Please."

a large part of her really wanted to be sent home. SHe had no idea how to accomplish that. In any other type of school this would do it here she doubted it.

She laid her head on his shoulder again, unable to stop her tears.

Her arm sliding up his arm and around his neck.
 
Melody hurried back to her room as she had just learned there would be an introductory class that she hadn't known about. She noticed that one of her quad mate's doors was open, so she poked her head in, only to find two people there, one male and one female.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"

Melody blushed a bit when she saw the tender embrace they seemed to be in...
 
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