Venus School of Sex Ch. 20

"I'll have someone bring you some Gatorade," said Mr. Flood, as they reached her room. Looking after her as always.

"You were wonderful, little one," said Mr. Fire, giving her the emotional approval that she craved.

They were the most incredible pair.

"Can I... Is there..." she stumbled over her words, not knowing how to phrase it.

The look of sympathy and sadness on their faces gave her the answer though. Mr. Flood ran the back of his hand over her cheek bone, unnecessarily tucking her hair behind her ear. His lips tightened, and anxiety coiled inside of her. Knowing what he was going to say, at least the gist of it, allowed her to steel herself against the tears that wanted to come.

"It's not a good idea, sweetheart," he said, gently. Mr. Fire nodded, backing up Mr. Flood, although the way his jaw clenched she knew that he liked it as little as Mr. Flood did. At least she had that. Their reactions to her. Their tenderness. Knowing that they wanted her. "We hope to see you again one day though."

At the school. Of course. Where she'd have to share them with other students. These past two weeks she'd seen both of them working with other students. Knowing how she felt now, having admitted it to herself, could she watch them with other women again? Just to be with them again? She didn't know. Not something to think about now anyway.

Jessica smiled tremulously. "I had a wonderful time. Thank you for all of your instruction."

It was all she could say to them.

Mr. Flood leaned forward and kissed her, softly, gently. "Brave girl," he murmured as he pulled away. The accolade made her flush with pleasure. And despair.

"Thank you, little one," Mr. Fire said, leaning forward and claiming his own kiss.

When they left her, she turned and went into her room immediately so that she didn't have to watch them walk away. And then she cried, silent tears, as she packed her few meager belongings and got ready for the last dinner.

******

When all the students had gone, the Instructors gathered and had their talk about how the two weeks had gone, promising students, telling stories and just relaxing. Justin and Chris managed to do everything except the last part. Instead they each grabbed a beer and huddled in a corner, trying to figure out their game plan for when they got home.

"We can't just walk up to her and say 'hey, I happen to know you like kinky sex, wanna try one of us out?'" said Justin. Chris snorted a laugh at his friend's idea of a pick-up line. Then again, Justin was usually the blunter of the two of them. Chris enjoyed a little more finesse.

"How about 'hey, wanna get between us?'"

Both of them laughed in a beery, depressed sort of way. They'd come up with this brilliant plan thinking it would help one of them get the girl. Instead... they were no closer to having any idea of how to approach her in real life, but they could now torture themselves with knowing exactly how sweetly compliant, wildly sensual and erotically satisfying she was.

"So... we'll try a happy hour?"

That was their best bet. Where they'd seen her before, at a happy hour with co-workers. No one they were particularly close with, but at least people that they knew.

Chris shrugged. "Seems like the best option. Who knows, maybe after these two weeks she'll be more open to talking to strange men."

A small smile hovered on Justin's lips. "She did seem to lose her shyness pretty quickly, didn't she?"

"It might have just been the atmosphere, but it's gotta set a good precedent."

Justin raised his beer. "To Jessica."

"To Jessica." Chris clinked the bottle necks together.

And they drank, sealing a promise with themselves and each other. And, without her knowledge, a certain broken-hearted girl.