St. Anne's Sexy Boarding School - Sex Stories

St. Anne's Sexy Boarding School

... signing their kids up for. We don’t want any lawsuits, after all.” “But, do they just go out and say it? Or do they hint around it like in the booklets?” “I’m… I’m not actually sure. But surely with enough hints anyone would get it?” “My parents may be the most obtuse people in the world. I’ve never been able to hint things to them. I’ve always had to say them straight up. It’s incredibly annoying. But perhaps they’re just Machiavellian. I don’t really know anymore. A week ago, my world was pretty firm. Now I feel like I’m in a bad porno. Or what a bad porno is supposed to be like. I’ve never actually really watched one.” Val laughed. “Well, there’s an easy way to test that. If there’s queefing, you aren’t in a porno.” “Um… What’s queefing?” I was treated to more laughter, and a short lecture. “You really are clueless about this stuff, aren’t you?” I got defensive. “We haven’t all had your education.” That came out a bit more snappish then I’d intended. Luckily, she brushed it off without getting angry. “I’m sorry. This must be terribly stressful for you.” She patted my knee. “I want to promise you something: we don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Everything you’ve heard has probably given you the impression we’re all sex starved and about to ravish you at any moment. Or perhaps you’ve picked up the toxic message that men always want sex and can’t refuse it without being less than men?” “It’s a bit of both, I think.” “Well you don’t need to worry about ...

... either. For your first few months, I’m the only one who’s allowed to sleep with you. After that, I can veto other upperclassmen until the end of your first year.” This was delivered by rote, but then she looked right into my eyes. “And I won’t think any less of you if you don’t want to have sex right away. I’ve seen your survey, so I know it’s something you want to do. But we don’t have to rush into it. We can take time to get comfortable with each other first.” “How… how do we do that?” She brightened noticeably, and I couldn’t help but smile. Her earlier nerves seemed to have vanished. If only mine could go to the same place. “First, we correct your lack of porn experience. There are lots to choose from on the school media server. Then I answer any questions you have. Then we work from there.” “Isn’t it awkward watching porn with someone? When I look at pictures or think about things like that, I normally…” my cheeks were burning. “I normally touch myself. You know, down there.” I pointed vaguely at my crotch. “It’s properly called masturbating –“ this was in her clinical ‘I’m giving the correct explanation’ tone – “and pretty much everyone does it.” “Oh. I kind of thought it was just me. Or at least I did before I got here. After orientation, I was a bit less sure.” “A bit…” She shook her head, but she was smiling so it was all right. “You thought that you’re the only one who’d ever discovered something that felt that good?” “I didn’t really think it through. I was so ...