When Kevin first brought it up, I thought he had lost his mind. We had been dating for a couple of months and had gotten into a nice routine. I thought I had finally found a nice guy; a doctor, self-sufficient, handsome and great in bed. I thought I was special to him as well, but after that conversation I felt like a cheap whore.
He brought it up subtly. He started telling me how he loved how responsive I was and how I told him what I wanted and needed. He said he wished there was a place men could go to "learn" how to please a woman; how to be better lovers.
After he told me his idea I was disgusted and decided I needed to go home and sleep in my own bed, by myself, possibly forever. I spent the next few days seething and angry. I thought about what he had wanted me to do and felt repulsed. I had decided not to see him anymore. I figured any guy that would ask me to do such a thing wasn't worth my time. I tried to move on, but the though kept gnawing away at my subconscious. I started to realize that there was a bit of a fantasy developing in my head; the thought of being watched, looked at, maybe even desired turned me on. Bitter disgust soon gave way to sweet temptation; and temptation soon gave way to enterprising inspiration, which soon gave way to, well, me touching myself at the idea.
So this is how I came to be sitting there, in the middle of a gynecologist's examination room on a Thursday night, surrounded by 5 eager beavers, Kevin and a whole month's rent richer. Kevin and I worked out the issues of how I felt about this over the last few weeks as we arranged our little "class." I was still nervous and apprehensive, but I must admit the excitement and anticipation was far more enticing at that point.
I looked around at the men. Most of them were boys, really. They were all over 18, we made sure of that. Two of them were 25 or 26. They were all a bit geeky, except one; he looked like the athletic type. I have to commend them all for doing this. I mean, wanting to learn how to be a good lover is one of the best things you can do for your partner. The room was cold and sterile. But for the floral painting on the wall and the pink wallpaper, it looked like any other physician's office. Kevin had raised the temperature, so that I would be comfortable. It's funny how gynecologist try to make their offices look homey, and then they do something to you that you would only do with someone in an intimate setting. Maybe they should make it dark and light a few candles while they are at it.
My heart beats sounded like they were pounding out of my ears and I couldn't hear Kevin's lecture on female anatomy. I kept focusing on my breathing. I didn't think I would be able to relax enough to give my feedback as we had planned, but it probably wouldn't matter.
I looked over at Kevin, who glanced at me reassuringly with those deep blue eyes. I had gotten over my initial disgust at him about it. I was still sort of looking at him more as a business partner than a lover, but he made me feel safe in this situation. He was my rock. He was good that way, always checking in to see if I was okay. I wasn't, but I am trying not to let him see that. It was not too late to back out , but I had said I would do this, so I am going to. I didn't have to do it again if I didn't want to.
The lights dimmed, and the overhead light came on over the exam table. It was time. I wasn't naked, only wearing an exam gown, with the opening in the front and a sheet draped over my lower half, just like when I get my yearly gyno exam. Kevin walked closer and whispered softly in my ear "Remember, you are in control and can stop anything or let things go as far as you like."
I shook my head in response and he kissed my forehead as he helped me lie back and put my feet in the stirrups. I was trembling. I closed my eyes and took a slow, deep breath like the teach you in yoga. "Try to relax. You're alone on the beach." I tried to tell myself. It was no use.
Kevin was continuing his little lecture and mentioning something about the mouth being an erogenous zone. He leaned in and kissed me, gently, then bit my lip. That calmed me a bit, and excited me a little. He knew it would.
He then put his hand over my left breast, still covered by the gown. He caressed it, knowingly. Keep breathing...
He said something about the nipple and the connection between that and the uterus is why they are another erogenous zone. The gown was pushed to the side and my breast was out there for the world, or at least the class, to see.
I took another breath. This was nothing. I had been on the nude beach down at Sandy Hook many times. My tits were used to the exposure. But my nipples were so erect and desperate for what I knew was about to come. I had been thinking, fantasizing, about this for weeks now. Kevin and I really hadn't had sex since all this started. I hadn't felt right about it, and he hadn't pushed the issue. We talked about the class, our "choreography" and how it would go. I thought about the thrill of it when he wasn't with me and it really turned me on. In that moment that it was here it all seemed so surreal.
I felt his warm breath on my nipple as he spoke to the class, getting closer... closer.... Then I felt his wet tongue slowly circle just outside it. I slightly arched my back, wanting to stick my whole nipple in his mouth. I could feel his coy, teasing smile as he pulled back just enough and asked if that felt good.
"Yes" I said softly. He did it again and I arched my back even more this time.
Bingo! My nipple was in his mouth and this time he suckled on it, but only enough to really get me excited. He pulled his face away for a second as I just started to enjoy it and continued with the lecture.
I had forgotten they were there. The nervousness started to creep back in when I heard him ask "Who wants to give it a try?"
There it was. This was what I was nervous about. Some exchange went on and then Kevin moved away slightly to make room for my first "tester". I didn't look at him out of fear. I had decided I wanted this to remain slightly unreal and I thought I would be better off without a visual of the whole thing. If I didn't see it, it didn't happen...
Sure, it didn't happen.
I felt a cool hand near my chest. He gently placed his hand on my breast and barely touched it. He felt a little clumsy at first, nervous. That made me feel so much better.
Kevin interjected "It's okay to be firm when you touch it. She likes to know your there." As he said this I felt his hand gently stroke the hair off my forehead, reassuring; loving. It was very weird, but somehow oddly sensual between us as a couple. A couple. I hadn't really thought of us that way since he had first brought all this up. Odd that was when I decided to start feeling romantic again.
The hand on my breast had gotten stronger and a little more confident. I started to relax more as my student did. I then felt a wet tongue and warm breath making it's way around my hard nipple.
"How does that feel?" Kevin asked. He was queuing me for feedback.
I promised I would be honest. "Good, but you could suck harder, even bite a little." The student obliged. I could feel the heat building in my crotch. I knew I was going to start dripping soon.
One by one they took their turn until the last one was just starting. This was such a turn on; all of these different hands, mouths, eyes... cocks. Yes, I said it. they were all still fully clothed, but I knew they were there and my now hormone driven mind started to wonder what they all looked like without those jeans...
It was then that Kevin had moved on to the rest of my anatomy. While student number 5 worked on his sucking technique, Kevin knew I was ready for more. He pulled the bottom sheet away so that I was completely exposed. At that point I didn't care anymore. He showed them all my anatomy, and then took his index finger and rubbed it on my clit. I was so turned on at this point I almost came just from that. I took a deep breath and Kevin showed the students how he rubs his fingers around in slow little circles.
I dug my fingernails into my palm trying to stop the orgasm from coming. He knew what was about to happen and stopped, moving his hand away. I almost kicked him for it and he knew it. I heard a devilish snort as he knew all this was driving me mad.