The Academy 2.1 - Sex Stories

The Academy 2.1

Jasper Coleman sat with his hands folded on a large reflective wooden table. His black hair had gotten long, in which case it was slicked back, this hairstyle paired with his thin layer of facial hair made for an attractive boy. He was almost a man, he was now 16 approaching 17 quickly. He was as fit as ever, and on this special occasion he was dressed in a suit and tie. He was staring at his hands nervously when he heard voices outside of the large door. Jasper quickly fixed his hair and made sure all of his tattoos were covered, he looked quite presentable. He shot a quick look at the only other woman in the room with him, Angela Knopp, his former teacher at The Academy. She was a busty blonde woman, her hair was curly and long, he licked his lips as he looked at her tits protruding from her shirt. He wanted to fuck her right then. She gave him a comforting smile. The door opened and in walked three elderly, well dressed authoritative adults, two men, one woman. The three took a seat across from him. "Jasper Coleman..." The woman in the middle began to speak, "Do you know why we called you in for the meeting." "I have an idea," Jasper made sure to make eye contact with the woman. "Do tell," she nodded. "Does it have something to do with what went down this summer?" He raised an eyebrow. "Of course it does. After the events that transpired involving almost exclusively long time academy students, the council of Chicago decided to hold a revote on the allowance of schools ...

... teaching sex techniques," she spoke fluently and properly. She was speaking of his school, The Sex Academy, one he hadn't been to in a long time. It was December, and school has been called off while the council decided if it should be kept active. "Well, I can assure you that would be far..." "I am not done," she looked up from her papers, shooting a condescending gaze at Jasper, "Mrs. Knopp has been appointed to you for this meeting considering that no parents stepped forward to support you in this." The woman looked into her papers, "Seems to be a trend," she murmured. "Excuse me? My mom died in a car crash, I'm not going to sit here and..." Jasper was offended. "So Jasper, we will just be doing an evaluation of you today, no pressure. Let's just start by a few simple questions. What do you enjoy to do in your free time?" "I..." Jasper paused, still a bit shaken up, "enjoy reading." "Ah, what's your favorite," she asked uninterested, seemingly convinced that he was lying. "That's a complex question, there are so many aspects that go into a book. I enjoyed Othello, and Death of a Salesman. I am reading Cleopatra at the moment and it is a profound piece of literature..." "...Thank you." The woman said abruptly. If she wasn't annoyed before, she was annoyed now. Jasper knew what he was doing, he truly loved to read and everything he said was factual, but he was obviously overdoing it for effect. He knew what they thought of the students, dim witted and stupid, he must convince ...