Part Six: Anti-Bullying Initiatives
"Wait, so... you're serious? I really have to...?" Abbie's look to me was pleading, to her social studies teacher, revulsed.
"To let her teach you, yes. Is there a problem?"
"You mean, other than her being my teacher and me not being gay?"
"Are you my fantasy slut, or are you just here to get yourself off?"
"Hey, don't be like that, Mr. C. You know I'm your T&A sex object. Such a fucking hoe."
"Oh my god, I can't believe you're letting him do this to you," grumbled Taylor.
"Do what? Not like Mr. Canon would do anything inappropriate," retorted Abbie hotly. "We're lucky to have him, you ungrateful cunt."
"That's enough, you two. Now come on, Abbie. Be my good girl and pay attention."
She sighed. "All right. Fine." Suddenly she affected such a smiles-and-sunshine demeanor that the mockery was almost painful. "So, Ms. Salata, what super awesome new and exciting thing are we gonna learn about today?"
Candy gave me a pleading look of her own, but there was no reprieve in my eyes. She'd likely have verbalized her own misgivings if not for her desire to look less pathetic than Abbie had doing the same. Then she turned back to her pupil, looming over where her student sat on her living room sofa. "Today, we're going to learn about..." She steeled herself with a few deep breaths. "About how to pleasure a woman."
"Oh, cool! Gee golly, how lucky am I to have a genius teacher like you!" Abbie clapped her hands together, but when she caught my warning gaze, she let up. "Fine. Sorry, just... This is so lame. How fucking hard can it be."
Candy shook her head. "I didn't say it was hard. But... hmm. What's something you're really good at?"
"Rollin' bliggity blunts, yo!" She made some funky gesture with her hand I didn't understand. Taylor rolled her eyes, and I simply stood behind Taylor, watching passively. Without her audience, Abbie would quickly lose her steam.
"Hilarious. But really, Abbie. What's a skill you have? Something you're proud of?"
To my colleague's credit, her student actually seemed to give it some thought the second time around. Abbie was too proud of herself by half in my estimation, but playing to it got her invested fast. "I dunno. I used to be pretty decent on a skateboard."
"Skateboarding, eh? That's pretty cool," continued Candy. "Though is that really a skill? You stand on the board, give it a push, try not to fall down. Seems idiot-proof to me."
"Yeah? Think you could do it? They'd be scraping you off the bottom of the half-pipe, Ms. Salata."
"But my little brother used to skateboard when he was eight or nine years old. I mean, if a small child could do it..."
Abbie still wasn't picking up on the analogy, but she had all night. Or until her curfew, anyway. Candy and I had insisted before getting started that the girls notify their parents they wouldn't be home for dinner. "Well yeah, a kid can stand on the board and glide a little, but they got no tricks. That shit--"
"Watch the language, Abbie."
"Fine. That
crap
don't come easy, yo."
"So how'd you get good at it, then?"
"I mean, like ya do, right? Watch how the pros do it, practice, and when you can do something good, you try something harder."
"I see. So, to summarize what you're saying, anyone can partake in the activity, but it takes practice, mentoring, and observing experts to become truly skilled?"
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with--" Her eyes narrowed in suspicion upon having realized she'd been tricked into learning something. "Oh."
But Candy laughed it off and took a seat beside her. There was something fire engine red under that skirt, I couldn't help but notice. "I'm not trying to tease you, Abbie. I'm only making a point. When it comes to sex, any knuckle-dragger with a penis can..." She made a circle with her left hand, then jammed two fingers from her right in and out a few times. "
Pth, pth, pth, plrrrb!
It's the old biological imperative. If it took actual talent rather than mere genital friction to cause a male orgasm, our species would have died out in our infancy."
Abbie actually laughed, her observers beginning to be forgotten. "I can't believe I just saw Ms. Salata go
pth pth plrrb
." She duplicated the gesture. "But, like, no offense, what do you know about dicks and genital friction?"
"For one, it's tough to grow up with a television and an internet connection and
not
know about that. The basics, anyway. I concede I'm no expert there. And before you ask more explicitly, yes, I've slept with a man before, but I'm admittedly not the best fit for an instructor on that subject. Which is why we're talking specifically about how two women can do this, in those rare and blessed moments when we find ourselves in the state of
phallus absentium.
"
I was pretty sure that was not authentic Latin, but it merited a chuckle. As Candy went on, explaining the differences between female and male pleasure, I bade Taylor stand up from the armchair, then took her place. A pat on my lap summoned her to sit back down, her leather-bound bottom nestling in right next to my straining cock. Her tits, upthrust by the corset, were closer to my face than ever before, so close she had to feel my breath on the acres of bared cleavage. Her hands folded themselves in her lap self-consciously, while I rested one above her knee and the other on her hip.
I pulled her hair back to reveal her ear, a pair of silver studs set in it. "Now, Taylor," I whispered, "you're going to watch these two women do... whatever they wind up doing. And we'll just see if all your haranguing is mere heterosexism, or if it's a beard for your own urges."
"If you think this shit's gonna turn me on, you're fucking cray-cray, Mr. C."
"We'll find out."
As our attention returned to the lesson, Candy was laughing gently at something Abbie had said. "That's called the clitoris, sweetie. And yes, some men will have some idea of what to do with one. But I promise you, there are plenty out there who don't even realize you have one, much less endeavor to do anything with it."
"Well maybe I don't care if they do. I mean, shit, sex still feels good, clit or no clit," said Abbie defensively.
"Sure it does. Nobody's denying that. But remember, we're talking about skill here, and one of the major goals of sexual skill development is enhancing the pleasure of the experience. And that's what the clit is all about."
"OK, so... diddle the clittle. Boom, I know how to lezzie. Done."
Candy patted her knee; Abbie only recoiled slightly, but with a glance at me, relaxed somewhat. She was going to be touched by a woman in this fantasy, no boners about it. "We may have gotten ahead of ourselves, sweetie. The clit is... well, that comes later. Now I won't ask you about your own sexual experiences--"
"Good thing, or we'll be here all night," Taylor whispered to me. I pinched her thigh and motioned for silence.
"--but I imagine most of them don't begin with tearing off pants and jumping right into the sex. There's other things that come first, right?"
Abbie pursed her lips. "Sure. I mean, sometimes there is."
"Yeah. And those things, what some people call foreplay, can do a lot to make things better. So for today, rather than dive in to the deep end, why don't we wade into the shallows together, start with the basics and then see what we see? OK?"
"I... I mean, I guess. Do whatcha gotta do, Ms. Salata."
Candy laughed. "Relax, Abbie. I don't bite until lesson three." Abbie did not laugh with her. Taylor did a bit, though only at her sister's discomfort. "All right. For starters, I think you look a little tense. Which is understandable and perfectly normal, OK? So for me when I'm tense, and a woman wants to help me relax so I'm ready to go further, that woman might--"
"You mean Officer Barbie? You can just say her name."
There was a flash to Candy's eyes; she wasn't going to disrupt my plans, but talking explicitly about her sex life with one of her least favorite students was pushing it further even than the lesson in abstract, I could tell. "Yes, but there have been others. At any rate, one of the easy ways to start relaxing a woman is massage. That might be a neck rub, a foot rub, shoulders, thighs, the whole back, whatever. To make things more comfortable for you, we'll start with the neck. Have you ever had your neck rubbed before?"
Abbie shook her head, looking surprisingly bashful. "All right, Abbie. Let's get you comfortable first, OK?"
As Candy positioned her to lie face-down on the couch, her head propped up on a pillow, I amused myself by moving my hand up Taylor's thigh, stroking it softly. Naturally -- no, not naturally, but whatever passed for "natural" in my new life -- she let me.
Candy knelt beside the sofa, adjusting her student's ponytail off to the side. The tartan skirt had ridden up somewhat, revealing a significant portion of the white panties beneath. Candy tried to smooth it down, but seeing it wasn't going to be possible without either starting over or a lot of touching on and around Abbie's butt, she chose to ignore it for now.
"All right, Abbie. Now just close your eyes, try to relax. Remember, this is about making you feel good; it doesn't necessarily need to be capital-S Sexual. When I was a little girl, my mom used to rub my back to keep me quiet and calm during these long boring church services. It wasn't erotic, but it felt nice, and I liked it. Try to think of it like that, in terms of the sensations, and not the broader situations. OK?"
