Jenna helps punish a brat and realizes her goal in life.
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A/N: Oh my God, I'm sorry this took so long. Life got crazy, and I ended up with inspiration for other projects. Things are going well now, and I'm in a soft free-use relationship in real life! Anyway, let's hope I get the next part out sooner than before.
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"Oh my god, one of the shirt options is literally just a bandana." Ellie laughed as we looked through the clothes.
"Like, the kind you can wrap around your chest, or?"
"Nah, man, you can just go bare titty if you want to."
I considered the idea, but ended up going for a tanktop instead. Ellie seemed to pick the same thing, but it wasn't weird or anything. After deciding we looked bombastic in the new shirts and the same bottoms we came in with, we headed out and found the classroom.
It looked like a normal classroom, surprisingly enough. The walls to the hall were glass, and other than the dress code, I would've thought we were in the wrong building. There were four rows of five desks with an aisle between the second and third. The walls were plain, and there was a large screen in the front. Along the let wall was a table with a couple stacks of pizza on it.
As we walked in, our friends Sam and DJ waved at us. "You're in the row in front of us!" DJ yelled.
"Also, they got pizza from Mariano's." Sam grinned. And oh my god, you know how I joked about someone wearing just the bandana? There he (Fuck, they. I've been trying to work on pronouns, but it's a little hard when you knew someone for years and they only came out like a month ago.) was, bare chested with only the lavender fabric separating their torso and head. I mean, they had the abs to pull it off, so I certainly wasn't complaining, I just didn't think anyone would be bold enough to do it.
We went to grab our pizza (Oh nice, they had a gluten free pizza! I didn't need it, but it was a nice touch.) and sat down at our desks. Usually, assigned seating was annoying, but I got to sit with my best friends and girlfriend, so it was totally fine.
"Shit, guys, I'm so excited!" DJ grinned. He was usually one of those guys who was able to keep it cool about anything besides anime or plants, so he must have been really excited. I was too.
"Me too. I mean, have you seen the teachers?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
No, I hadn't. But I looked, and oh my God.
They sat at the front of the room, talking among themselves. Neither looked much older than us, maybe around 25? The woman had long blonde hair that fell in loose curls and intense blue eyes. The man had a bit of a puppy-dog look with dark brown hair and stubble that most people would probably shave, but worked for him. Both of them were dressed professionally, which surprised me. Wasn't this a sex school? I mean, I wasn't expecting tits out or anything, but I didn't think they'd have such a strict dress code.
"Fucking gorgeous." Ellie commented.
And we were in the front row. Nice.
I hadn't looked at the name on the desk next to me, but I should have. I really should have. But I didn't need to, since I could smell her Cool Mint an Cucumber body spray from anywhere.
Davina Kelly.
Davina was such a bitch, oh my God. She was a liar and a skank (though, I was a skank too, but at least I didn't pretend I wasn't), and ugh, she just pissed me off. Though, I had to respect the confidence she showed as she strutted down the aisle, hips swaying and head held high despite being a whole head shorter than me. She wore some of the shortest shorts you can buy and a bandeau top with the AT logo on her right tit. When she locked eyes with me, her nose scrunched up in disgust.
"Trust me, I'm not happy about this either." I rolled my eyes.
She pursed her lips as she glanced to the nametag on her desk, then to our group, then around as if she could get away with switching it around, but ultimately sighed and sat down. "Just don't get in my way, okay?" She scoffed.
I was going to retort, but Ellie put her hand on my thigh to stop me.
Just in time, too. The teachers both stood up and called attention to the class.
"Welcome, students! Glad everyone could make it!" The woman said as she clapped her hands together. "I'm Shannon Wynn, and this is my husband Zachary Wynn. We will be your main instructors for your year here at RSU."
A married couple? Honestly, it relieved me seeing a committed couple involved with the Free Use community. I'd worried before that this career path might cost me Ellie, and even though I'd read plenty of accounts from married couples, it was incredibly nice to see a couple in the flesh.
"We were actually both a part of the original graduating class here at Alpha Tau." Mr. Wynn said with a grin on his face. "As such, we have high expectations for you."
"First off, we have some ground rules. Throughout the building, there are free use areas and non-free use areas. This classroom is a non-free use area. You are here to learn, and we don't appreciate distractions during class times." Mrs. Wynn gave a serious look.
Mr. Wynn continued. "You are always to respect safe words as well, during classes and anywhere on campus. If you haven't previously discussed safewords, "safeword" and "red" are universally understood. If someone violates that rule, please report it as soon as possible. We want all of you to feel safe here."
"Breakfast will be served down in the cafeteria from 7-9. There are gluten free and vegan options, and allergens are clearly marked. Please don't take any specialty meals unless you need them. Then, your first class block will be from 9-11:30. Lunch is from 11:30 to 12:30, and then your second class is from 12:30 to 3:00. Dinner is served from 5:00-8:00, and then lights-out is at midnight. Classes aren't held on weekends, and therefore lunch lasts an extra hour."
"Attendance isn't a part of your grade, but we do recommend coming to class." Mr Wynn rested his hands on the desk. "If you're sick, please visit the nurse's office on the ground floor."
"And for those of you who experience periods, there are always supplies in the nurse's office. If you'd like to opt of vaginal intercourse during that time, we can set you up on an oral or anal program for the duration."
"Wait, don't you mean just women?" Some dude from the back row asked.
"Peter, don't be an idiot, trans people exist!" The girl next to him sighed, like she'd had to explain it a lot.
"Well," Mrs. Wynn started. "Not all cis women experience periods either. Many of our students are on forms of birth control that reduce or eliminate their periods, so that information may not apply."
Man, I wish my IUD could stop mine entirely. It made mine last only a couple days, but shit, I just didn't want to deal with it at all.
"And, adding on to the trans comment, we actually have specific classes for students who aren't comfortable using the parts they were assigned at birth. That was made aware during enrollment, but if anyone has had any revelations since then, feel free to talk to us after class so we can place you somewhere more comfortable."
I looked over to Sam, but they just shrugged. "Eh, I'm generally fine with my dick." He said quietly.
"Fair enough." I shrugged back.
"Any questions about your schooling?" Mrs. Wynn asked. A few hands went up. She glanced to a paper at her desk, then looked back up. "Yes, Daisy?"
"So, like, when we have classes, will we be using dildos or, like, will we be fucking our classmates?" Daisy, the cute petite blonde in the third row asked.
"Excellent question! For penetrative sex, you'll start with toys so that you can work up in size, and once you can take them consistently, we'll bring in men to help refine your technique on actual people." Mrs. Wynn answered.
