*** Sophomore Year ***
That special time had arrived for virginal Amber.
Freshman year was all about human anatomy and sensuality, body caresses, learning about manual titillation, fingered orgasms, and using her boobs to massage male erections that let loose milky ejaculations into the light of day and dark of night.
This year would introduce vaginal sex and every young female must have her first time.
Amber had been plied with whispered stories from those classmates who have gone before her. Some said it hurt but dissipated quickly, some said it was rough, and some said their nervous anxiety and subsequent relief had driven them to an orgasm higher than even the best solo or assisted masturbations.
But the upper classmates were unified in their opinion that it led to fantastically better follow-on sexual experiences. Still, Amber's emotions were a jumble of anxious, curious, timid, and bold. But, whatever she felt, it would happen: her time had come.
She was told that it would go easier if she presented herself in a way that invigorated the male's libido. So, she dressed in neat casual: sleeveless front zipper summer dress, short to show her long legs, light blue in a color to complement her eyes. She wore the requisite white strappy heels, light facial makeup, and simple golden earrings. Her other adornments were a thin golden chain necklace and a matching pair of delicate wrist bracelets and one anklet. She strived to make her look youthful and innocent, rumored to be especially helpful in enticing her first coital man.
She strolled nervously across the pool deck to an umbrella-shaded small cafe table set for two. Coach Tutor Emeritus Ned sat waiting and watching as she approached. He stood as she neared, greeted her kindly, and helped her to sit before sitting across from her.
"Good afternoon, Amber. You may call me Mr. Ned or simply Sir, whichever you prefer. I have been assigned to move you through the next step in your feminine maturity. You look lovely in that dress, by the way. The color suits you."
Amber's suppressed anxiety eased a bit at his smooth manly voice and macho assurances. But there was still the looming question of discomfort during the inevitable event.
She nibbled on her light plate of finger food. There were water and juices but no alcohol; the curriculum dictated that the virgin's senses be fully alert during her momentous deflowering.
The man chatted easily with her, asking open-ended questions, drawing out her views about her classes, what academics she liked, her beauty classes, and the gym toning exercises. He deflected her questions about himself and remained the mysterious stranger that would soon rend her hymen.
With the assertiveness of a confident man, Mr. Ned silently rose and she looked up as he extended his hand to her. She timidly took it and he held it firmly, trapped her will to his with his cool stare, and drew her up, towering half a foot taller, even in her heels.
He led her towards his guest coach tutor suite, a place to make her first time especially special; her jittery reactions to the new carnal sensations would be more intense in an unaccustomed venue.
Mr. Ned continued to treat her with courtesy and conviction. He knew his role, just as he had on yesterday's duty, deflowering another of Amber's freshman classmates, a petite Asian lass named Sadie. Her anxiety had driven her to an orgasm, an unusual first-time outcome. He had driven out several more, for him and her, before dawn's early light.
He opened the door and ushered today's blonde to enter ahead of him. She surveyed the room: a carpeted central open space, large king-size bed, many wall and ceiling mirrors, an open view ensuite bath, and a large partially upholstered wooden armchair.
"Amber, let's make ourselves more comfortable."
She stood at center room as he stood tall and close, looking down at her. His hands rose gently to her dress front zipper and pulled it downward, peeling away the fabric to reveal her unfettered fine breasts with their subtly made-up nipples.
He paused to garner his first view there and Amber hoped she had succeeded in achieving a male libido-boosting presentation. He seemed pleased as he zipped down some more, revealing her baby blue satin thong. Then all else was exposed as the opened dress slid over her shoulders and dropped to the floor.
She stood in his view, alert to any sign of his directives for her at this special time. He spoke softly.
"I want your panties as my souvenir of this special encounter. You may take off your heels or keep them on in bed as you please."
Amber leaned over and skinned off her thong, standing again to hand them politely to him. He pocketed the prize. All of her previous experiences with men had been a mix of heels off or on but she decided to remove them in deference to the expensive-looking black satin bed sheets that awaited them. Fully nude save for makeup and jewelry, she looked up at his face.
"Go ahead, my dear. Prepare me; make me hard. Do your duty to me, the male, so I can meet your desire for my cock inside you."
Amber took that as permission to get him ready manually, as she had learned so well in Freshman year. She started by kneeling and assisting to remove his shoes. Next, she unzipped his fly and slid down his pants. He was commando and she got her first view of his cock, similar but different from the staff coach tutor cocks, a bit larger than the ones she had learned time and again how to properly handle.
She looked his flaccid member eye to eye. The knob was a good size and the shaft promised thickness. She tried a touch to the under-vee and ventured a thumb pad tickle there. He smiled and moaned serenely, just as so many of her other men had done before, and she took that as a sign of his approval. She kept that caress in motion while another finger pressed the scrotum space between his balls, eliciting another throaty hum.
