Venus School of Sex Ch. 01byGoldeniangel©
Author's Note: I chose the Erotic Couplings for this first chapter because it includes a lot of different kinds of sex and I think all of them are erotic. However this chapter also includes some exhibitionism and voyeurism (as is necessary for a classroom setting), and some other things that could have placed it in several different categories. If you want to read about a sexy encounter between a man and a woman, I would suggest backing out of this page now. If you want the beginnings of a sexual romp (although I promise there is a climax by the end of this chapter) that will eventually include many chapters of many different kinds of erotic encounters, then this story is definitely for you.
"Will you tell me all about it when you get back?" asked Hilary, watching Jessica pack with swift practiced motions. Not that she needed to pack much, from everything she'd read in the brochure the school provided "uniforms."
Jessica glanced at her best friend. They'd been best friends since they were 10 years old, and now at 25 nothing had changed that. "You know I have to sign a non-disclosure agreement along with a bunch of other papers when I get there."
"Aw that's just so you don't sue them or out them to a newspaper or anything, it's not for keeping secrets from your best friend." Hilary pouted prettily at her, tossing long blonde hair as she crossed her arms and swung her head around in mock sulkiness. Jessica grinned, shaking her own short brown curls at her friend.
"If you wanted to know, you should have signed up with me," she admonished. Her hand hovered over her garter belt and stockings, her favorite black ones with a visible seam that travels up the center of the back of her legs. Ah heck, why not. Maybe she wouldn't get the chance to wear it, but then again maybe she would.
Hilary rolled her eyes. "You're the adventurous one, not me. Not," she added dryly, "that anyone would be able to tell looking at your closet." Her eyes raked unforgivingly over the garments hanging in it. It was true, most of them were good colors on Jessica's slightly tanned skin tone, but for the most part she wore clothes that were a size too big, preferring to hide her body rather than show it off. When Hilary said that Jessica was adventurous she meant that Jessica had played around with some slightly kinkier aspects of sex with her last boyfriend, Sean, letting him tie her up and blindfold her, he even gagged her once. It had turned her on immensely, but he hadn't been willing to go further than that, saying that he felt awkward, not sexy. Hilary was pure vanilla, even though she had loved living vicariously though Jessica's descriptions. However she dressed to impress, and plenty of guys panted after her, perfectly willing to put up with pure missionary sex as long as they could peel off her skin tight jeans and tops to the delectable body they knew was just a thin layer of fabric away.
"I plan to be a lot more adventurous," Jessica muttered. She threw some toiletries in her bag, and her birth control pills, and then zipped it up. She was done. It felt weird to only need one duffel bag for a two week long seminar in sexual exploration - AHEM - two week long vacation.
"At least tell me if it's good," Hilary begged. "If you like it and you want to go back, and you say it's worth it, I'll go with you session they have it."
Jessica looked at her friend, surprised. "Really?"
Hilary blushed. "I read some stories online and on my Kindle after you told me about you and David and the stuff you were doing. Some of it's kinda hot. I'm just not sure I'm ready for it. And those are all fiction. If you come back and tell me that it's really good and it's worth it, then yeah, I think I'd be willing to try."
Jessica grinned and impulsively hugged her friend. Even though Hilary was very good about being nonjudgmental, Jessica had felt fearful that confessing she was going on a two week seminar, that would school her in all sorts of sexcapades and probably with various partners, would be too much for her friend's open-mindedness. But she needed to tell someone where she was going, and who could she tell if not her best friend? Obviously not her parents. Her older brother would react just as badly. And Hilary was the only one of her friends that she trusted with this information, she was the most close-mouthed person Jessica had ever met and had never failed to live up to a promise she made. So Jessica knew that she could come home and tell Hilary all about the place, but Jessica was also a very honorable and close mouthed person. If she signed a non-disclosure, she was going to keep her word and not disclose anything. But the idea that Hilary might come with her if she went back, and she felt very sure that this would be exactly what she needed and that she would go back, it would be wonderful the share the experience together.
Grabbing her bag, the girls headed out the door and off to the air port.
"You're sure she's coming," Chris asked Justin again. Justin sighed. He and Chris had been inseparable almost since birth, more of brothers than best friends, they even kind of looked alike, so he knew that Chris was just nervous, but he'd already answered that same question at least five times in the past hour.
"She's on the roster," he said again patiently. "If she'd changed her mind and gone to work today Fiona would have called me."
"Fiona's a great gal," Chris said, finally stopping his pacing and turning to face Justin. He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, his chocolate eyes glinting with anticipation. Sitting in the comfortable arm chair of their room, Justin couldn't figure out why Chris was so agitated; standing tall at 6'3" with a fantastic body, Chris' dark good looks got him plenty of girls. Then again, Justin hid a grin from his friend, not the one he truly wanted. And Justin had to admit, he wanted Jessica too. They all worked at the same company, but Jessica was in a different department, and other than a few not-so-chance meetings at happy hours, they hadn't been able to get close to the buxom brunette, even after they heard her idiot of a boyfriend had dumped her and put her delectable ass back on the market.
When Fiona, their inside lady and very good friend to whom Jessica had drunkenly admitted some of her kinkier desires to one fateful happy hour, had dropped a few hints to Jessica about the Venus School of Sex, their prayers had been answered and Jessica had followed up rabidly on the lead. Now she was signed up for a two week session, that they just happened to be instructing at. There was no way she'd recognize them; the school insisted on absolute discretion even though the students signed a non-disclosure. The instructors were much more at risk for possible embarrassment or blackmail, so they wore masks that covered most of their faces and sometimes even their hair. Justin and Chris weren't worried at all about being recognized, she didn't know them well enough and, as frustrating as that had been in the past, now it was a huge advantage.
They'd take the next two weeks to get to know her, find out what she likes, what turns her on, and then they'd be able to use that knowledge when they got home. This wasn't the first time they'd both wanted the same girl, and their friendship always lasted through it. Both of them were big believers in letting the best man win. And with her coming to the Venus School of Sex, they'd both have a chance to do a lot of winning.
Jessica twiddled nervously with the short hem of the skirt that was part of her "uniform." Upon arrival to the school, which was a beautiful compound located in middle of nowhere, she'd been shown to her room where she met her roommate, a friendly red head named Charity and she'd had about thirty minutes to unpack her small suitcase and get dressed in the Venus' school's attire. She'd barely gotten to glance around her room, not that there was much to see. The room was barely big enough for the two queen sized beds - apparently "after-school activities" were encourage as long as you were ok with doing it in front of your roommate - a tv, a half bookshelf and two small closets with a few shelves in them. She put her underwear and belongings on the shelves and looked at the school uniform. It was both more and less substantial than she'd been expecting.
According to her orientation packet, which she had received the week before, students were expected to wear the school uniforms at all times, unless otherwise instructed by one of the Teachers. Uniforms may not be modified, but they may be accessorized. So she could wear her garter belt and stockings if she wanted to.
The female school uniform consisted of a bra that wasn't really a bra. It was in her size, a 34-DD, but it was even less covering than a demi-cup. Instead of providing any kind of coverage, it merely cupped and presented her breasts, the coverage only extending to just under her nipples, which were clearly visible (and sensually massaged) by the soft silk fabric of the button down school girl shirt. To her surprise, the orientation packet specified that the shirt should be buttoned to the top button unless, of course, otherwise instructed by a Teacher. The bottom of her outfit had the same strange dichotomy - the skirt was longer than she expected, grey and pleated, it hung to mid-thigh. However there were no accompanying panties. She was completely bare underneath her skirt and it made her blush to feel the air freely flowing up the center of her thighs. The uniform was complete with a pair of Mary Jane shoes, soft patent leather and obviously used, but very comfortable.
Outwardly, other than the rose pink of her pointing nipples, she was covered and demure. Underneath, she was deliciously bare. Looking at herself in the full length mirror on the back of their door, she thought she looked a little too prim to be sexy, except for when she caught glimpse of her nipples.
"That's hot," Charity commented. Jessica pirouetted, looking at herself from the back.
"You think so?" she asked anxiously. The clothes were much more form fitting than she was used to, even if she thought they were somewhat more Catholic school girl than she'd expected.
"Definitely," Charity nodded. "Your nipples look especially good."
Jessica blushed. "Thanks, you look pretty hot too."
It was true. She was especially jealous of Charity's obviously naturally red hair; the kind of reddish-orange that girls could never quite get from a dye job. It complimented her milky pale skin and the cute freckles dotted across her nose. Her breasts were small but pert, high up on her chest, and Jessica could see that her jutting nipples were long and full. She blushed when she realized Charity had seen her staring at her chest.
"It's ok," Charity said airily. "You'll get used to everyone staring at each other's nipples and other parts. This is my third time here and I barely notice anymore."
"Your third time?" Jessica said eagerly.
"Yeah, I keep coming back." The redheaded minx grinned mischievously. "There are always new classes to take, or ones to repeat. And sometimes they invite return students to participate in some advanced tutoring." Her eyes glowed with some kind of inward light and Jessica's breath caught in her throat at the sheer sexual anticipation that the other girl was giving off. Charity looked at her and shivered. "Don't worry about that yet. You'll have plenty of things to keep you busy in the regular classes."
A bell rang, quelling Jessica's desire to ask more questions, and heightening her anxiety. Charity, on the other hand, had absolutely no anxiety. She grabbed the door and pulled it open. "Come on, we gotta get to Orientation fast if we want good seats!"
Chris leaned over and nudged Justin. "Next to Charity, left side, second row."
The two men let their eyes wander, as if looking over the fifty or so privileged students to be part of this session of the Venus School of Sex as Madame Priscilla, Principal of the unusual school, made her welcoming speech. Chris heard Justin take a swift intake of breath as his eyes settled on the delicious sight that he was looking at.
Jessica Swift, their sexy co-worker, in a much more form-fitting outfit than they'd ever seen her in before, and what a form! Her soft curls just brushed the silk-clad tops of her shoulders, her throat encased in the silky material and just begging to be unbuttoned and kissed, her large breasts cradled in the special bra that the school used and nipples standing at attention. He wished he could run over and throw her down and bite them through the silky clothe, wet the fabric down with his mouth.
And her legs! She never wore skirts that went anywhere above her knees, but he could just barely see a hint of flesh through the students sitting in front of her, long limbs that traveled up to the promised land. He fervently wished that she was sitting front row.
Chris always enjoyed teaching at the school, of course. Instructing didn't always equate to fantastic sex, but there was something incredibly edifying about helping a student improve. And, of course, sometimes he had mind-blowing sex. It also allowed him to branch out and try new things, although his and Justin's specialties were light BDSM play and menage trois, they could join in and help out any class they wanted while they weren't instructing. They'd been lucky enough to know Priscilla when they were in high school, when she'd first had the idea for the school, and blessed with their own natural good looks and skills, they'd been developing their techniques through fifteen years of working at the school. Now in their early thirties, they both felt it was time to use their techniques to get the woman they wanted, the elusive and beautiful, now suddenly attainable, Jessica. His pants were already straining at the thought of having her with them.
"So, if our return students will disperse to the various classrooms that you've been assigned to," Madame Priscilla's coolly controlled voice penetrated his fantasies, "along with the instructors, in five minutes I will release the new students to step into the various classrooms and decide what classes they'd like to sign up for. Some of our instructors teach multiple classes, so make sure you look at the times that they'll be demonstrating so that you can return to the classroom for a look at their other classes later today."
Chris nodded to Justin, he knew they were both thinking the same thought: Dear God, please let her come into our classroom.
Jessica felt absolutely breathless as Madame Priscilla released them. Even though she was excited to be rooming with a return student she wished that Charity could be beside her as she made her course selections. She looked down at the sheet of paper that listed all of the possible classes and nibbled the pen that had been handed to her. All of the students were supposed to visit the various classrooms and make notes about what classes they might like to take while at the school.
She wandered out into the hallway, nervously, although it only took a minute of looking around to see that the other students were just as nervous as her. Smiling shyly at the guy next to her, he was cute, about her height, with brown curls that would rival her own if they weren't cropped close to his head, she said, "Hey I'm Jessica."
"Nick," he smiled back at her, and they shook hands. His eyes strayed down to her breasts, making her blush. The boys' uniforms were just like the girls' except that they got pants instead of a skirt. She wondered if he was wearing anything underneath the pants or if he was as bare as she was, and the thought made her blush again.
"So, ah," his eyes were back on his face and his cheeks were red too, "I guess we should check out some classes."
"Yeah, I was just hoping I wouldn't have to walk into one of the classrooms alone," she said shyly. They both glanced around and saw that a lot of people were pairing up or were already paired up (probably lucky enough to be rooming with another new student), natural human instinct making them sort out someone to be a support.
Nick grinned at her, looking relieved. "That would be great. My roommate, Paul, told me it's his fourth time here. I thought that'd be great up until he left me alone so that he could go demonstrate the Cunnilingus Class."
"My roommate said it's her third time here," Jessica tried not to think about the fascinating aspects about an entire class devoted to Cunnilingus. "Oh! There she is!" She pointed into the doorway of the first classroom on their right.
"Well let's go check it out." Nick gestured gallantly, almost bowing, his curls bouncing a little. She giggled, feeling like a grand lady as she preceded him into the classroom, although she almost stopped walking when she got in and saw the title of the class on the chalk board: MMF Menage Trois.
Justin saw her come in, her breasts bouncing wonderfully in front of her, and he also saw her face pale as she saw the title of the class. He nearly groaned with lust as his eyes got the full impact of her slender legs for the first time, he wanted to run his hands up their smooth surface and beneath her skirt. Hopefully the, for some people extreme, nature of the class wouldn't entirely turn her off.
It almost made him grind his teeth with jealousy when she turned to the guy behind her and they talked as they made their way to the chairs. Jessica made friends way too easily, and with the way this guy was eyeing her breasts, unlike the guys at work, he was not indifferent to her charms. The way he, and some of the other males in the class, were eyeing her was enough to make Justin wish she was back in her own, less flattering, clothing which required an experienced eye like his or Chris' to see the feminine curves that lay underneath.
From the way Chris was determinedly not looking at the class, Justin knew his long-time buddy was having similar thoughts.
Well maybe Charity could help them out. She'd told them a girl named Jessica was her roommate, and going by the reassuring smiles Charity was sending to her, he was pretty sure her roommate was their Jessica. Charity would help them. She was a good friend and a great fuck, and she loved their classes.
"Welcome boys and girls," Justin grinned at the class, there were six of them for this first demonstration, two girls and four boys, a promising ratio. He was glad that his mask covered his face, because for the first time Jessica's eyes were totally focused on him and for just a moment he worried that she'd recognize him. Then he told himself to relax and he took on his teaching persona, Mr. Flood, knowing that his buddy Mr. Fire, had his back. Remembering their hilarity over choosing the cheesy code names helped calm him down.
"This class will teach you how to safely have a menage trois involving two men and one woman. The instructors are myself, Mr. Flood, and my friend, Mr. Fire. The lovely Charity has kindly volunteered to help us give you a demonstration of some of the joys our class has to offer. "
Jessica took a deep, shuddering breath. This was way too wild for her, but Charity looked incredibly eager, and she had to admit that the two Teachers were incredibly hot. They were both over 6 feet tall, muscular but not overly so, with dark hair. In their masks they could almost be twins, and she was struck with a sudden vision of being wedged between them. Being 5'8" tall and a size 10 she didn't have a lot of experience feeling small and delicate, but between those two hard bodies she would be just that. They wore casually clinging leather pants and no shirts at all.
She realized she was clutching at the desk when she saw Nick staring at her out of the corner of her eye. Blushing, yet again, she released her grip on the wood.