Pining for Madison - Sex Stories

Pining for Madison

... Madison.

"She's alright, I guess. She's no Charlotte though," Ethan said, tilting his head towards the girl at the end of the lockers. Charlotte, head cheerleader, had all the boys chasing after her.

"Please, Charlotte is just a walking pair of tits, she doesn't have a patch on Madison."

I audibly swooned.

"I can live with a walking pair of tits," Ethan then said smirking.

"I bet you can, now let's get moving our we'll be late for class."

Our first lesson was Biology. As we entered the classroom, we were immediately taken aback.

Instead of the usual freedom to sit where we wanted, each seat had a name card in front of it. We all looked at each other at first, wondering what the hell was going on, before scanning the rows to look for our name and going along with it.

It soon became apparent, that the seats were arranged in a way that every boy sat next to a girl.

As I sat down in my allotted seat, I caught the scent of a very familiar fragrance. My whole body reacted to it and that's when she sat down next to me. I was now sitting next to Madison. This day just got a whole lot better.

I pulled out my notebook and pen, and then watched as Madison did the same. Her things were so neat, and she was so organised, unlike me, where the corners of my notebook were all curled up from being haphazardly stuffed in my bag.

"Okay, now that you're all settled." Mrs Wrentmore announced at the front of the classroom.

The class turned to fixate on the ...

... middle-aged woman, dressed in the long tan skirt and cream coloured cardigan at the front of the room.

"Today, we're going to talk about SEX! Yes, that's right, get your giggles out of the way now, because this is serious class." She said, pacing up and down the length of the classroom.

"Today's lesson will be split into TWO parts," she said emphasising the word two, then pausing for a moment.

"Part one - Sexual Health," she said holding up one finger in the air, "and part two Reproduction." she followed with a second finger, inadvertently making the sign for peace.

"So, let's get started, shall we." Mrs Wrentmore said clapping her hands together.

"The CDC state that 78% of you, by the time you've reached the age of twenty would have had your first sexual experience."

The class watched as she walked over to a drawer in the corner of the room.

"So, in all likelihood, some of you, as you're all eighteen by now, have most likely had one. You're all technically adults, so no judgement there, but if you have, I hope you were all being responsible."

The class started looking around at each other, no doubt mentally working out who were the ones most likely to be having sex.

Mrs Wrentmore pulled a bag from the drawer and walked to the end of the first row of desks.

"As such, the school health board and the student body, have authorised me to hand out and make available to you these."

She held up the bag for all to see.

"No, they are not free balloons, ...