Ricki Lake is my college professor and sex education instructor and is lecturing on today's lesson topic: masturbation. As Ricki lectures, I'm giggling and talking to my friends, making wise cracks and laughing at some of the things Ricki is talking about. On several occasions during class, Ricki asks, and then tells me to stop talking and laughing in class. The bell rings and as everyone packs up their books and leaves.
Ricki says "Brad, I need a word with you, don't leave yet." I wait until everyone leaves and Ricki lets me have it, scolding me for misbehaving in class. She tells me to drop by her office during office hours to discuss this matter further.
It's the end of the day and the building is almost empty with the exception of the cleaning staff doing their work. I get to her office and nobody is at the reception desk so I go to her office door. I knock and peek inside to see Ricki sitting at her desk. She's dressed very nicely today. She's wearing a smart skirt suit that flatters her.
"Brad, there you are, come in, close the door behind you and sit down" says Ricki as she stands up from her desk. I sit down in a chair in front of her desk when Ricki says "No, not there, on the couch." There's a couch off to the side of her office. I sit down there as Ricki goes to lock the office door I just entered and draw the blinds to the windows shut.
Ricki talks to me while she's doing that. "You weren't paying attention in class today so we'll have to go over everything again. The first thing I need you to do is unbutton your pants and get them down to your ankles."
"Excuse me Ms. Lake?" I say. "You want me to take off my pants?"
"Down to your ankles is perfectly fine" she says. "Since you weren't listening in class, you didn't hear that the next class lesson is a presentation on masturbation. We're going to get started on yours this afternoon."
"Oh my, I wasn't expecting this." I said. Ricki says "You should have been paying attention in class."
Ricki tells me to start touching my penis. I reach down with my right hand and gently cradle it. I fondle my cock, yet it still stays limp. "I'm sorry Ms. Lake, I just can't do this. I'm a bit nervous and I can't get it up."
"You just need to relax Brad, that's all" she says. Ricki walks towards me and sits next to me on the couch. She leans to her left right next to my right ear. "Here, let me show you how to get started." she says, as she takes her right hand and places it on top of mine. My right hand begins stroking up and down my shaft as it hardens in the palm of my hand. "That's it Brad, see what relaxing can do, it's getting nice and hard now" whispers Ricki into my right ear.
I let out a soft sigh. It's beginning to feel nice and the soft strokes Ricki is guiding me through are arousing me. "You know you can use your left hand too while your right hand plays with it." she says, as she takes her left hand and reached around and places it on my balls. Ricki brings the tips of all the fingers of her left hand together as she gently scratches and caresses my balls with her fingers as my right hand continues. Ricki releases her right hand from the top of mine and gently pats it before she places it on my right shoulder. "You're doing great Brad, keep going. If you want you can twist your wrist to simulate a corkscrew stroke. Just pretend you're opening a soda bottle." I curl my right wrist inward, then outward to perform the corkscrew while continuing the up and down motion of my hand. My left hand starts to wander towards my chest. I roll my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger than work my right nipple.
"Oh yeah" I softly whisper. Ricki takes her left hand away from my balls and works it up my left side, gently caressing my rib cage and arms. She works her way to my nipples, giving each one the attention it deserves while I attend to the other.
