Intro to Debauchery

**DISCLAIMER:

All characters in this story are over 18 and purely creations of fiction. Everything depicted is intended to be consensual acts involving adults. This is meant to be a fun story with only a loose connection to real life. It is not meant to be realistic. This is meant to be read for enjoyment, so hopefully you have some fun reading it. Thanks!**

**Author's Note: This is the first part in what is intended to be a fairly long series, I've already planned out 10 or so chapters. I want this series to be more drawn out, so it will be a very slow burn. Don't expect actual penetrative sex till pretty far into the series. I do want each chapter to gradually build up, and I am planning for each one to escalate but only slowly. Since this is the first chapter it has a lot of exposition and info dumping. I apologize if that makes it feel more clunky to read. This series might not be for everyone because of its pacing, but these stories are mostly written for myself, and this is the way I want to tell them. At the same time I really do hope you enjoy them, and thank you so much for reading.**

High school was supposed to be a time of learning about yourself. Everyone had always told me that during high school I would find my identity, find a good friend group, and find what I enjoyed in life. I was supposed to get to know who I was and what I wanted to be. High school was supposed to be full of new and exciting experiences, full of diverse opportunities for me to learn and grow from as I shaped myself.

Unfortunately none of that happened for me. Early in my freshman year I had a terrible accident which landed me in critical condition in the hospital. I stayed in the hospital for far longer than I had expected, as my body refused to heal. My time stuck in the hospital was long enough that I had to do my schoolwork from my medical bed. I did my freshman year finals on a laptop provided by the school, but I hoped to return to school after the summer.

Sadly I didn't make it back into the classroom for my sophomore year, nor for my junior year. Both years I spent slowly recovering, only starting my physical therapy the summer after my junior year. Eventually my health began to come back, and I made a full recovery, but I wasn't in a good enough state to return to school until the second semester of my senior year.

By the time I finally was able to walk into the school it felt extremely weird to be there. I had missed out on so much that I felt like I was a transfer student coming to a completely new school. All of my previous friends had done so much with their lives in the time I had been kept alone in the hospital that they were practically strangers to me. The world had kept moving while I had been stuck in place. I quickly figured out that all my old relationships meant almost nothing in this new world.

As if that wasn't a big enough problem my academics were a mess all to themselves. I had always been a good student, and I had done all of the work given to me during my time away from the classroom. The teachers had mostly worked very well with me, giving me all the material I needed in order to accomplish the goals of their class and gain credit. But despite how much easier it was to learn remotely in recent times, there were still some gaps in my transcript.

I was mostly on track to graduate at the end of the semester along with the rest of my class, but there were three credits I needed to meet the requirements. One was for a physical ed class, another was for a humanities class, and the last was a life science class. This might not seem like an issue, but it was a huge problem for me. Since my health recovery hadn't progressed smoothly, my school counselor and I hadn't signed me up for in person classes until the last minute. We hadn't known if I would be healthy enough and hadn't wanted to move too quickly. The problem was that by the time we got around to trying, the classes I needed were already full.

Every class that fit the criteria of my missing credits was fully booked, leaving me no opportunity to meet the requirements to graduate. But my counselor was dedicated to her job, and she worked tirelessly with the school faculty to find me a way to get the credits I needed. At the very last minute, which was the day before classes were to start for the semester, the counselor gave me some good news. She had found an odd class that fulfilled all three of the credits I needed.

I was immediately excited by this turn of events, but also somewhat confused. I didn't know what sort of class might fulfill three different credits, especially three as diverse and unconnected as the ones I needed. I did know that my school held some very strange classes, but this the most unique one I had heard of. The school was very large, and it hosted a variety of specialty programs ranging from focusing on the arts, to the trades based, to STEM focused ones. There were more courses than I could name, but finding out that there was a class that perfectly fit my needs was still a little weird.

The strangeness grew when the counselor sent me my updated schedule with the new class and I read its description. The course's full name was 'Theoretical and Practical Advanced Biology, Applications in the Studies of the Philosophy of Human Nature and Expression'. The full name was big enough that it was only spelled out in full with its description, and on my schedule it was abbreviated simply as Adv. Bio. The description described the class as using philosophical theories to examine the way we think of human biology, with the use of physical tests to demonstrate the ideas examined.

This sounded more like some wacky college course, but that wasn't so out of place for my high school. Since there were numerous advanced students, the school had let some college teachers come part time to teach one or two classes. This allowed the students to get dual credit. This program was one of the reasons my parents had signed me up for the school, but I unfortunately hadn't been able to take advantage of it yet.

One the first day of classes I put aside my weird feelings for the strange class. The class was scheduled right before lunch, so I had a little bit of time to feel like a real high school student for once. It felt actually good to go to a normal math class, to sit at an actual school desk, and to take notes while the teacher wrote on a whiteboard. I was beginning to feel like I might actually get to enjoy some of my high school career, but that feeling ended right as I made my way to Adv. Bio.

To start off, the class was held in a very weird part of the school. The school was huge and ancient. It had dozens of renovations over the years, and it sprawled with numerous additions branching out from one another. This led to some parts of the school being almost deserted, as the newer parts were used instead of the older and more decrepit sections. Adv. Bio was in one of the oldest wings of the school, which was practically empty. As I walked through it trying to find the right classroom the school felt abandoned, even though just a few hallways down there were hundreds of students bustling to class.

It took me a little while to find the right class, which was made harder since it wasn't a normal classroom. The room number on the class description was for an old locker room next to an unused gym. The only reason that I actually found it was because I heard voices coming from there and then noticed that the room number matched the one I was looking for.

I was filled with trepidation as I slowly opened the door to the room, not knowing what to expect. As the door creaked open the voices inside fell silent, which made me even more nervous. Taking in a deep breath I fully opened the door and stepped inside.

The interior of the room wasn't like any classroom, or any locker room, that I had ever seen. It looked like a locker room that had been mostly emptied, but only half converted into a classroom. There was still a row of lockers against the far wall, but all the doors had been taken off of the lockers. The room also had a wide opening to a communal shower area, which made the room's original purpose as a locker room constantly apparent despite its attempted makeover to a classroom.

The rest of the room had things a regular classroom would have, but the space was so big that it still looked quite weird. There was a whiteboard, a normal teacher's desk, and a few school desks, but there were also some very unusual items for a classroom. The student's desks were pushed towards the back of the room, and arranged in a semi circle facing the white board were several couches and loveseats.

But as weird and unusual as the furniture of the room was, it was the occupants of the classroom that caused me the most concern. There were seven girls standing near the middle of the room. They all had been idly chatting before, but now they glared at me with hard and fierce looks. I felt immediately like I had intruded on somewhere I wasn't supposed to be, and my presence was extremely unwelcome. That feeling was magnified as one of the girls pointed an accusatory finger at me and scowled.

"What the fuck are you doing here. Only students enrolled in this class can be here. Get the fuck out!" She demanded.

I quickly recognized her as Mackenzie, the most popular girl in school. I also recognized her famously quick temper and lack of patience. She stomped towards me and jabbed her pointed finger against my chest. Despite how much taller I was than her, she made herself an imposing figure as she glared up at me.

"Why are you still here? Are you an idiot? Get the hell out, and don't come back, you loser!" She yelled at me.

I took a step back towards the door, not daring to even try and speak. I had always tried to avoid confrontation, and I didn't have the bravery to try and explain to Mackenzie that I was supposed to be in the class. Her scowl was so full of rage that I quickly took another step back, but this time I backed up into something. It was far too soft to be the wall, and when I turned my head to see what I had hit I saw a woman in her late twenties who was smiling softly at me.

The older woman put her hands on my shoulders, holding me still and stopping me from stepping back any further. Her grip also happened to keep me held against her, even though I now recognized that my back was pressing against her breasts. Despite this she just continued to smile warmly, unperturbed by my closeness or Mackenzie's fury at me.

"Now, now, Mackenzie, that is certainly not a kind way to treat one of your fellow students. Especially since I believe this young man will be joining our class. We should welcome him to this classroom, not make him feel like he is invading this space." The woman said, speaking gently and calmly, though her voice still carried an air of authority.

Mackenzie immediately backed down when she saw the woman, and the popular girl stepped back. She took her finger off my chest, but her rage didn't simply go away. Instead it was transformed into an equally intense confusion. Crossing her arms Mackenzie continued to glare at me.

"But Ms Skye, he can't join this class. It's a year long class, not something he can pick up halfway through. And besides, this class is supposed to be for girls only. I thought boys weren't allowed to take this class." Mackenzie protested.

Ms Skye, who I was now assuming was the class's teacher, just chuckled at Mackenzie's words. Patting my shoulder lightly the teacher gently guided me to the side, finally removing me from pressing into her chest. As I stepped away from her I got my first real look at Ms Skye. She was dressed like a quintessential hippie, with a long flowing floral sundress, a tie dye hair band that kept her auburn hair only slightly less messy, and a peace sign necklace. I was fairly sure her earrings were wiccan symbols, and she had more bracelets and bangles around her arms than I could count. Ms Skye also just radiated an aura of peace and serenity, her soft and calming expression broadcasting a message of open acceptance and free love without her needing to say a word.

"I am supposed to be here, I think. My counselor signed me up for this Advanced Biology, and my schedule says this is the right spot." I said, holding up my schedule as proof.

I took a moment looking Ms Skye up and down, as to the best of my memory I had never seen her before. While I took in my new teacher Mackenzie let her rage grow hot again. The girl glanced back and forth in between Ms Skye and myself, confusion and anger mixing her in her eyes.

"But he can't be here. This class... What we do... The things we... He just can't join." Mackenzie stammered out, either unable or unwilling to fully articulate her issues with my participation in the class in front of me.

A few of the other girls gave words of agreement with Mackenzie, restating that this was supposed to be a girls only class. This left me completely bewildered, as I had never heard of any classes being strictly one gender before. I was left at a loss as to what to do in the situation. My only guess was that my name, Rhys, had been mistaken as a girl's name, which had happened sometimes with those unfamiliar with it. But even if that was the reason that didn't leave me with a good path to go from here. Thankfully I didn't have to defend myself any further, and the teacher quickly offered some explanation.

"Yes, this class normally is only open to female students. I'm sorry that I could not warn you all of our new student beforehand, but this happened on short notice. And I understand that changing this might upset you ladies." Ms Skye conceded, speaking gently to her students.

"But Rhys here has had a very difficult few years, and some of the struggles he has been forced to endure has placed him in a tight spot. His counselor came to me pleading for me to allow him into this class, telling me how special his case was." The teacher continued to explain.

"But he wasn't here for the first part of the year. The first semester is where we learned all of our theory. This semester we are supposed to do the practical lessons, and he can't do that if he doesn't know the theory." Mackenzie protested, and a few voices joined in again and supported her argument.

Ms Skye nodded knowingly at the objections, appearing to have been prepared for this argument. This simple acknowledgement calmed Mackenzie down for the moment, and she waited for the teacher's counterpoint. I was somewhat surprised by how strongly the teacher was supporting me, especially since I didn't know her. I was more surprised that despite how fervent Mackenzie and some other girls were to not allow me, they seemed willing to hear Ms Skye's reasoning. I figured that the teacher must have an awfully great amount of respect and approval from these students for them to hear her out.

"I know that Rhys didn't have the chance to study the texts we all went over during the first semester, and that he didn't get to participate in our conversations about the various theories and philosophies that are the foundation of the understanding we have gained together, but I am confident that he will quickly learn the lessons you girls all have already learned." Ms Skye said, turning to me with a bright smile.

"I have been assured that Rhys is a brilliant student, and I believe his studious nature will be put to use learning everything he needs to know. I have also been told how sweet and tender a young man is. He is kind and gentle, and is quite capable of being a good obedient boy." As Ms Skye said this she put a hand on my side and slowly let it drift down to my waist, all the while keeping her eyes on mine and smiling in a slightly more than friendly way.

"Those are qualities important in all students that I allow to take my class, but they are necessary in any man I would let join in my lessons. If Rhys maintains and demonstrates these qualities, and considering his extremely special circumstances, then I am willing to make an exception for him and allow him to join this class." Ms Skye declared, giving her hand on my waist a light squeeze before withdrawing it.

The teacher's full argument as to why I should be allowed to be in the class calmed most of the open anger in the room at my presence. But most of the girls still looked uncomfortable with me being there, and there was the sense that I still wasn't welcome in the space. Ms Skye might have permitted my presence, but it wasn't going to be enjoyed. I still had no idea why this class was segregated by gender, or why the girls were so uncomfortable with me being there. Still, I had to appreciate the teacher's efforts, since at least there wasn't much open hostility targeted my way anymore.

Only Mackenzie seemed to be bold enough to still be outright angry at me. But at least she didn't protest vocally. She just held her hands in fists and glared at me, which I supposed wasn't the worst. She had quite the reputation for throwing fits when she didn't get her way, and had been known to resist all authority trying to restrain her, so I was impressed that she had backed down even this much. Once again I was surprised by how much respect and admiration the teacher commanded. It seemed quite clear that all the girls were quite eager to obey what Ms Skye said, even if they didn't like it.

Now that I didn't seem so likely to get kicked out of the class I took a moment to look at the students who would be my classmates. I quickly realized that I recognized them all. This might seem surprising, since I had been absent from school for so long, but I hadn't been so isolated as I might have been. I had a step-sister just a year older, and while I had been in hospital recovering she had given me a constant stream of information regarding the going-ons of the school. My sister was a terrible gossip, and had numerous friends that were in my class, so she was able to keep me very up to date with everything that happened, and she often included pictures. She told me the latest drama, the newest sports results, how the various school clubs were doing, and everything else that happened with my classmates. Even though I never spoke to anyone, I was still able to know basically everything that happened in school.

All that information didn't let me know every single person in the senior class, but each of the girls in this class were prominent students, each for a different reason. There was the captain of the cheerleaders Brittney, who was a living example of the ditzy blonde stereotype. If there was one girl who would take being called a bimbo as a compliment, it was Brittney. Brittney was also the girl in the room who had been the least offended by my presence. Her display of discomfort only started when she noticed the other girls doing it.

There was also Nancy, who was nearly the exact opposite to Brittney in every way. Nancy was the school's top scholar, and there were rumors she had taken enough dual credits to already be halfway done with a college degree. Her supreme intellect also came with a supreme sense of arrogance, and she was known to be very dismissive to those she considered beneath her intellectual level. Nancy had been nearly as disgusted as Mackenzie by my arrival to the class, but she had calmed down quicker and more fully when Ms Skye had stepped in.

Standing in the back of the group of girls was Kennedy, the school's star athlete. Kennedy excelled in every single sport she competed in, blazing ahead of all the competition. She was considered an Olympic hopeful in several sports. Despite her stellar athletic achievements Kennedy was extremely humble, as well as shy. She avoided the spotlight as much as she could, and tried not to stand out. Kennedy had been the only girl not to really react to me, though I couldn't tell if that was from stoic apathy or a lack of desire to express her attitude towards me.