Sex Education 101

"Welcome, everyone!" Mr. Johnson says as the class finished filing into the room. "I hope you all had a good weekend and are ready to learn, because we've got a very important topic to cover today."

There are some good-natured groans at this pronouncement. Johnson smirked. "Try to contain your enthusiasm, kids. Now, today's lesson is going to be awkward. That is simply an unavoidable consequence of the subject matter. But it is also very, very important, particularly to people your age. You can pretend to be embarrassed all you like, but I was your age once and I know I thought about it all the time. Today's topic is sex--we are going to cover basic male and female reproductive anatomy, the basics of sexual technique, how to have sex safely, and the manner in which procreation occurs."

There is some shocked muttering and even some awkward laughter.

"See, that is the first lesson," Johnson continues. "Sex is not, in and of itself, something to be ashamed of. It is a very natural thing to do, and it's natural to want to do it. Some of you have probably already had it, even if you don't want to admit it aloud."

"For that purpose, I have received permission from the school administration to do something very new and exciting for today's lesson," Mr. Johnson adds. "Jack Burke and Emma Winston, would you both please come to the front of the class?"

Jack, a tall and lanky guy with messy brown hair and bright green eyes, gets out of his desk chair and goes to the front of the class, feeling surprised and rather embarrassed at having been called on. He is joined a moment later by Emma, a petite, shy, quiet, and very pretty girl with long wavy auburn hair and captivating hazel eyes. The two don't know each other very well and have only spoken several times. Both of them wonder what Johnson has planned.

As they both stand in front of the class, the teacher says, very calmly, "Jack and Emma, I want you two to demonstrate sex to us. You have been chosen randomly to have intercourse during this lesson, providing us with a visual demonstration of how it works in in practice as well as in theory. More, you are to conceive a child together, which should not be difficult as the nurse has informed me that Emma is currently at the peak of her fertility cycle. We will follow the course of the pregnancy for the rest of the semester, up until the point of delivery."

There is a collective gasp from the class, which Johnson ignores. The bottom falls out of Jack's stomach and Emma can only stare, her mouth gaping in horrified disbelief.

"Wh-what?" she asks, her voice trembling. "I have to--w-we have to--"

"I believe I made myself clear the first time," Mr. Johnson says sternly. "You two are going to show us how human sexual intercourse and procreation works."

Jack and Emma cannot believe what they are hearing. Neither can the other students. How this possible? How is it even legal?

"What...what if we don't want to?" Jack asks. "What if we refuse?"

"Then you both face severe disciplinary action by the school, up to and probably including expulsion."

Jack looks at Emma, clearly scared and uncertain. Emma's eyes are wide with disbelief and horror. "But...but Jack and I don't even know each other that well!"

"That hasn't stopped people from getting pregnant in the past," Johnson says dismissively. "It will not stop the two of you, either.

Emma falls to her knees, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please, Mr. Johnson," she begs. "Please, please don't do this to me. I'm too young to be a mom, I'm only eighteen!"

Johnson glares at her. "The decision is made," he says firmly. "And there is nothing you or I can do to change it. If you persist in these theatrics I will have to send you to the office for insubordination."

Emma buries her face in her hands, weeping softly. Jack's heart lurches at the sight of it. He's not happy either, his blood is ice in his veins.

"Oh, do contain yourself, girl," Johnson snaps. "And buck up. The school will provide you with a generous stipend once you carry the child to term, should you choose not to adopt it out. You might find some peace of mind with that. But if you do not pull yourself together and do as you are told the consequences will be severe. Do you understand me?"

Emma looks up, her eyes red from crying. She nods, unable to speak. What can she do but obey? She can't be expelled! At least, if she has Jack's baby, she can go back to school at some point in the future. But if she's expelled, any chance of furthering her education is permanently gone.

Jack wants to say something, to comfort her, to try and do something to make her feel better, what can he say? He is as powerless as she is--nothing he does or says will change what he and Emma are being forced to do.

"Very well then," Mr. Johnson says. "We'll begin. We have much to cover and only two hours in which to do so. We will start, of course, by disrobing. Emma, I want you to stand up and undress Jack. Slowly, and with care, so that he doesn't feel uncomfortable. Then, I want you to guide his hands and show us how to touch and explore a woman's body. Understood?"

Emma's heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest. She's never been so close to a boy before, let alone undressed one. But she does as she's told, meekly stepping closer to Jack, and taking a deep breath. Her hands tremble as she begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing the defined muscles of his chest. She's never been this close to anyone before, and the warmth of his skin against hers sends a shiver down her spine.

Jack can't believe this is happening. He's terrified and ashamed, and he knows this is wrong, but he can't help but feel a strange excitement too. Emma's touch is very gentle and soft, and the way her hands move over his body makes him want to moan. He tries not to think about the consequences of what they're about to do, focusing instead on the moment, and the girl who is undressing him.

Jack's shirt is now off, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs. His cock, already hard from the anticipation of what is to come, stands at attention as Emma fumbles at his belt buckle with her slender hands. A moment later, his jeans slide to the floor. Emma takes a deep breath, feeling her own body responding to the intimacy of the situation. She hooks her fingers inside the waistband of his boxers, and pulls them slowly down to his ankles. Jack is now completely naked before her.

His cock is thick and hard, and Emma can't help but stare at it, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal wash over her. Mr. Johnson clears his throat impatiently, reminding them that they have more important things to learn. "Now, Emma," the teacher says. "Demonstrate to us how you enjoy being touched, but do not undress just yet. We will come to that in a moment. For now, show us where the sensitive parts of your body are and Jack will touch you in those places however you like. Class, this is very important because each person has their own unique erogenous zones. Knowing yours will make your own sexual experiences much more pleasurable."

Emma swallows hard, trying to ignore the way her body responds to Jack's presence. She nods and begins to show him where she likes to be touched, guiding his hands over her body. As he touches her, she tries to focus on the sensations and forget about everything else. "M-my breasts," she says, her face turning red with humiliation. "I...I like being touched there, and...and between my legs too..." she swallows hard. "If you do it very gently."

The class makes a collective "Oooh!"

Emma's face burns even hotter as Jack gently takes one of her breasts in his hand and begins to explore it, feeling it and squeezing it gently through her shirt and bra.

"And here," she whispers, guiding his hand between her legs. She's never felt anything like this before, the sensation of his fingers touching her there. Even with her panties on, it's so intense, it's almost painful. "I...I like this, and...and this," she says, spreading her legs a little wider so he can touch her more easily.

Jack's heart is racing as he touches Emma's body, feeling her soft, warm skin against his fingers. He's never been this close to a girl before, and it's all he can do not to lose control. As he touches her between her legs, he feels her body tense and shudder beneath his hands. "Is this...?" he asks, afraid to make the wrong move.

Emma gasps and arches her back, unable to form a coherent response. She's never felt anything like this before, and it's taking every ounce of her self-control not to moan aloud.

The class watches in rapt attention, some of them blushing with embarrassment and others growing aroused by the display. The tension in the room is palpable, and everyone holds their breath as Jack continues to explore Emma. He can feel Emma's body responding to his touch, her breath coming faster and her hips beginning to move in rhythm with his fingers. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help but fantasize about what it would feel like to be inside her. The urge to feel her wetness against his skin is overwhelming--

"I think that's enough for now," Johnson says, using his hands to separate them as his voice jars them back to reality. "Note, class, the classic signs of growing arousal from our two volunteers. Flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, dilated pupils of the eyes, heightened heartrate. Jack, in particular, seems quite turned on indeed. Before we continue though, a few questions. Emma, of the different places Jack just touched you, which did you enjoy most? What would you improve on next time?"

Emma blushes even deeper, her face flushed with embarrassment and desire. She takes a deep breath before answering, her voice barely audible. "I...I enjoyed it all, but...but I think I liked when he touched my, um...you know." Her face heated up even more than it was already. "And...and next time, I think I would like to be more confident."

"Confidence is certainly important. And what about Jack, Emma? What can he improve on?"

Emma glances at Jack, her cheeks burning. "He...he was very gentle, and he listened to what I wanted. I think he did really well and I don't really have any, um, criticisms."

Jack feels himself blushing as well, embarrassed by the praise but also aroused by Emma's words. He looks at her, hoping she's being honest, and not just trying to make him feel better. He takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the lesson. "Well," he says, "I think I could have been more assertive when we were talking about boundaries, and making sure we were both comfortable with everything." He looks at Emma, wanting her to know that he's learning from this experience.

"Another question," says the teacher. "You are probably feeling a mixture of intense emotions, too. Would you describe them to us?"

Emma bites her lip, debating how honest to be. "Well, I...I feel embarrassed, of course. And a little nervous because everyone's watching. But I also feel...excited, and, um, a little turned on." She looks down at her lap, blushing even harder. "It's kind of hard to explain."

"And none of this is affected by the knowledge that you will in all likelihood get pregnant today?"

The teacher's comment catches both of them off guard. Emma's eyes widen at the teacher's blunt question. "Um...I'm not sure. It's...I mean..." She looks down at the floor. "Of course I'm scared of getting pregnant," she admits in a whisper. "What girl wouldn't be? This....my whole life is going to be affected by this, and I...I mean, Jack seems like a really nice person, but we don't know each other at all. And...and now we're making a kid together? It's so surreal and terrifying, and I'm so, so afraid of having to raise the baby alone because I don't know if I can give it up for adoption."

Jack feels a wave of guilt wash over him as Emma speaks about her fears. He hadn't even considered the possibility getting her or anyone else pregnant until now and the reality of it is overwhelming. He looks at her, wanting to reassure her, but he's not sure what to say.

"One final question, Emma, before we move on. Do you find Jack physically attractive?"

The question catches her off guard, and she blushes even harder. "Um...I...I mean, he's...he's not bad-looking. I guess." She looks down at her lap, feeling even more embarrassed now.

"Do you think he's handsome?"

Emma glances up at Jack, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Yeah," she admits quietly. "He's...he's very handsome. And kind." She takes a deep breath, feeling herself grow even more aroused despite her fears. "But...but it's not just that. It's...it's like we're connected, you know? I feel like we could...we could be good together, despite everything, if that...." her voice hitches. "If that's what he wants."

Jack listens to her words carefully as he struggles with a maelstrom of his own emotions. He's honored that she thinks he's handsome, and he's touched by her admission that they could be good together. But he also understands the fear and uncertainty that she's feeling, and he knows there's only one thing he can do about it: man up and take responsibility.

"Emma," he begins, "I...I think we both feel scared and overwhelmed right now. And it's normal to feel that way. But I want you to know that...that I'm not just going to abandon you after, um..." His face reddens. "After we do it. I'll do my best to take care of you."

That gest another wave of surprise murmurs from the class. Emma's eyes widen, and even the teacher looks surprised. "Jack," he says carefully, "Are you saying you want to be involved with Emma and the baby? You are not obligated to do so by anyone, not me or the school. Think very carefully about this, it is not something you can just take back and it would be cruel to get Emma's hopes up only to change your mind later. Are you sure?"

Emma can't hide the raw, wild hope on her face as she waits for Jack's answer.

"Yes," he says, meeting her gaze. His voice is soft, but there's a determination in his words that makes it clear he means every word. "Trust me, I understand the seriousness of this situation and I'm not making this decision lightly. But...yeah. The more I think about it, the more I want to be involved all the way. It's true that we don't know each other well, but I want to be there for both her and the child. I want to support her through this, and be a part of our child's life she's okay with it. How can I look at myself in the mirror if I do otherwise?"

Emma nearly collapses with relief and throws her arms around him. She's crying again, but this time they are tears of relief, not tears of sadness and humiliation. "Of course I want that," she says, her voice ragged with raw emotion. "Thank you, Jack, thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me!"

"How sweet," Johnson says, rolling his eyes.

Jack returns Emma's hug eagerly. He's relieved that she's happy, but he's also nervous about what's to come. Still, he can't help but feel a sense of purpose and determination rising within him, a desire to protect her that is purely and fundamentally male.

As they compose themselves, the teacher clears his throat, indicating that they should continue with the lesson. "Now that we're all on the same page, we must continue with the lesson," says Mr. Johnson. "Jack, it is unfair that you are the only naked right now. Emma undressed you,, so now you may undress her. Please begin."

Jack hesitates for a moment, taking in the nervous glances from his classmates, but then nods and begins unbuttoning Emma's blouse. His fingers brush against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She bites her lip, trying to keep herself from moaning at the sensation.

Jack looks back at Emma, feeling a new wave of nerves. He's never undressed anyone before, let alone a girl he likes. "Um...sure," he says, his voice a little shaky. He reaches out to unbutton her blouse, trying to focus on the task at hand. His fingers brush against her skin, sending a tingle up his spine.

Emma closes her eyes, feeling a rush of heat to her face as Jack's begins to unbutton her blouse. It's such a small touch, but it feels so intimate. It falls to the floor, and then he struggles with her bra for a moment. The brief pause makes him cringe, but Emma reassures him. "It's okay, Jack," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Keep going. You're doing great."

Finally, the bra comes off, revealing her naked breasts to the class. They're pert and perky B-cups with small red nipples, and there are more than a few appreciative mutterings from the other students. Jack can feel his heart racing as he looks at her, taking in the sight of a girl's bare chest for the first time. His fingers tremble slightly as he slides her uniform skirt to the floor. Emma is wearing plain white panties underneath.

Jack pauses again, looking up at her, his hands resting on her hips as he prepares to pull her underwear down. His look is questioning, as if to ask if he should continue. Emma realizes then that she has only to say the word, and Jack would take the expulsion rather than touch her against her will. Her heart does a little flip-flop in her chest. He really is a good person she thinks.

Slowly, Emma nods for him to continue.

Jack takes a deep breath, steadying his nerves, and slips her panties down her legs. Now she's completely naked in front of the class, and it feels both incredibly liberating and impossibly intimate. Jack can feel his heart pounding in his chest as he looks at her, his eyes tracing over every inch of her body. He's never felt this way about anyone before, and he knows that this moment, however surreal, is something he'll never forget. Emma's pussy is absolutely glorious, tight, and shaven and prettily pink.

Jack takes her hand in his. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

Emma nods, feeling her cheeks flush even more. "Yeah," she says softly. "I'm...I think I'm okay. Or I will be. Thank you, Jack." She looks down at the floor, feeling self-conscious but also strangely safe with him. Even if the whole class is ogling, it's not so bad if Jack is there by her side. Was this the first stirring of love?

Jack is about to reply, but Mr. Johnson cuts him off. "Now, Emma," the teacher says. "I want you to touch and stimulate Jack the way he stimulated you. Jack, the same rules apply to you that applied to Emma. Tell her what feels good, where you would like her to touch you, and do not feel shy about showing Emma any pleasure you feel. If you like what she's doing, let her know. Once you are done, we will ask you a few questions."

Jack looks at the teacher, then back at Emma. He swallows hard, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He's never been touched by a girl before, and the idea of Emma doing it is both exhilarating and terrifying. "Um... touch my... penis," he says in a strained tone. "And... stroke it... gently."

Emma nods, taking a deep breath. Her heart is racing as she reaches out, her fingers trembling slightly as they brush against Jack's erection. She's never touched one before, either, and she feels a rush of heat to her face as she begins to stroke him. "Is this okay?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jack gasps, eyes closing tightly. "Yeah," he manages to croak. "That feels... amazing." He places a hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her as she continues to stroke him. She's surprisingly strong, and it's driving him wild. He wants to feel more, wants to touch her in return, but he's determined to focus on this for now. "Oh... Emma," he whispers, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. "You're... you're doing such a good job."

Emma feels warmth rush through her at his praise and redoubles her efforts. She begins to stroke him harder and faster, her other hand gently cupping and massaging his balls with her other hand. She's never held a dick before, and Jack's is warm and ridged with veins.