This picks up exactly where Chapter 1 left off. For Chapter 2 to make more sense, I recommend that you first read Chapter 1. Enjoy! (EDIT: Apr 28, 2020: I've submitted an edited copy, thanks to andyinoz for the help!)
Lessons Learned, Ch 2: The Plan
"Y-yeah," he said finally, and with that, the plan I'd been mulling over all weekend dropped into place.
Just so there were no misunderstandings, I explained to my furiously blushing new friend that I intended to take his sexual confidence to a high he couldn't imagine at this moment. I laid out my ground rules, asked him to think about things over the weekend, and give me his decision after class on Tuesday. If he decided he didn't want to do this, we would just resume our regular classroom association and move on, no awkwardness. I assured him I would survive the rejection. If he decided to proceed, we would agree not tell anyone associated with the college about our project -- trust was paramount. We wouldn't see each other socially. This was strictly to be an experiment to see if I could improve Zach's sexual skills, and by extension, his confidence. We would both independently go to the student health center to be tested for STDs, and bring the report back to share the following week. If we were both clear, we would proceed with our experiment. We could see other people socially, even sleep with them but, in that case, we would have to use condoms. I was on the pill because of my periods anyway, and for other unspoken reasons, pregnancy was unlikely. We would discuss things openly, in detail, using any words we chose. We could ask each other any kinds of questions. Everything had to be consensual. We would not hold back. I told him where my sexual boundaries were, and asked him to think about his own. At the end of the semester, we would go our separate ways, me to my school out of state, and him to finish his degree here in spring.
I was more anxious during the days before our next class than I had expected. Normally, I'm a pretty practical person, able to roll with unusual situations without getting hung up on things, but I wasn't sure how I would react if Zach rejected my proposal.
I felt there was something about Zach that I could trust, but I also knew that young men liked to brag, especially if they lived with a dickhead, who often had dickhead friends visit. Faced with some of the low-level bullying I saw from them in class, I wondered if Zach would spill his guts about what had happened between us after class, even though I had specifically said that telling his roommate was off limits. If he did, and I found out about it, the whole partnership was off.
I did get to the health center the next day, and was able to pick up my results on Tuesday morning. I wondered if Zach had followed through, or if he had allowed embarrassment to keep him from going there at all. I wondered if he even really wanted to do this with me.
When I got to class, I didn't see Zach. I fretted internally that he had been disgusted by my suggestions, and had fled the class, or maybe even talked the instructor into giving him a new seat and partner, to get him away from the sex-crazed woman next to him.
His Neanderthal acquaintances were already and, had Zach spilled his guts, they'd be looking in my direction and sniggering. Right now, they were ignoring me.
As my brain was running multiple scenarios, Zach rushed in, head ducked down, breathless, and seated himself without looking my way.
"Hi, Brinna," he said shyly, after a significant pause.
"Hi, Zach." I smiled. "Would you like to go work on our paper after class today? In my office?"
"Yeah," he answered promptly. "Yeah, I really would."
I breathed a sigh of relief
We sat through another excruciatingly erotic video session, this time somewhat less clinical in nature. We watched a real couple's homemade 'sex lessons' tape, where they talked about what they liked to do together, and how to do it. They used words like "stimulation", "vagina", "orgasm", amongst others, trying to be 'professional amateurs', but really, we just watched them suck and fuck each other in a series of vignettes for over half an hour.
My pussy was dripping, and my nipples felt tight and hard. I hoped no one else knew. Then I decided that I wished Zach knew, but we had our rules about what we could discuss in the classroom. I wondered if he noticed I'd worn a low-cut blouse and knee-length skirt, just for him. Of course he wouldn't know that. He thought himself utterly unattractive, a failure with women in all ways.
Oh, but I throbbed with the desire prove him wrong.
After class, we headed straight to my office, without talking. Zach immediately began to root around in his backpack, then set out his textbook, pen, and paper. Finally, he pulled out a white envelope I recognized. I had one, too.
"Here," he said, as he handed over his envelope, while trying hard not to reveal his embarrassment. I opened it and scanned the results. All negative.
I silently gave him my envelope, and he read it closely. I noticed his hand slightly shaking as he fumbled the paper back to me.
"So," I said finally. "Are you willing to be my test subject this semester?"
"If you still want me to, yes." He took a breath. "I hope I don't disappoint you, Brinna. I'm not experienced." He blushed so hard that the tips of his ears turned red, and he seemed to find the floor tiles fascinating. "My only real experience is jacking off, usually in the shower in the morning."
His words planted an image in my head, and I felt myself grow warm.
"Do you enjoy it?"
"Yeah."
"Do you fantasize while you do it, or do you just stroke yourself while you think about, I dunno, math?"
He gave a little snort of laughter then, and it made me happy to hear it.
"Mostly fantasize."
"Did you fantasize about me at all this weekend?" I held my breath.
"Yeah," he croaked. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I did." His eyes flickered around the room momentarily as he struggled to control his shyness. "Are you grossed out?"
"No," I said softly. "It's actually turning me on." He sucked his bottom lip at that, biting it gently. "Do you get hard in class?"
"Yeah. Too much. It's embarrassing. I feel like everyone knows."
"Everyone else is getting horny, too. Don't worry about it."
"Do you? Get horny in class?" Now his eyes flickered between me and the corner of the room.
"Yes, I do. Both watching the videos and thinking about you sitting next to me, feeling the same."
"Brinna?"
"Hmm?"
"What do I do now?" He glanced at me, all nervousness and puppy eyes.
I smiled at him, and led him to sit next to me. Looking in his eyes, I gave him some advice. I told him I thought he should visit the nearby bathroom, before each meeting in our office, and jack off so he could get rid of the pent-up energy from class. I explained that it would help him last longer during our experiments, and that I thought he should do it alone for now. I suggested he might even want a change of clothes, maybe some shorts or sweatpants and a t-shirt. He could leave them here to change if he wanted, or even go home first before coming to the office here.
Then I handed him a book I had purchased over the weekend, just for him. It was an illustrated sex manual, with real photos of real couples engaged in real sex. There were some hand-drawn illustrations but, for the most part, it was full-color, full-on, up-close and personal pictures. He hastily stuck it in his backpack without even cracking it open. Really, it was kind of sweet how shy he could be.
I told him to take it home, look through it during the week, and pick three things he wanted to master, with two alternatives, just in case he chose something we couldn't work out. I had already selected mine, but wouldn't tell him until he was ready with his.
Then I gave him the second part of his homework. While he masturbated this week, he was to deliberately stop himself and wait five minutes before starting again. He would have to stop himself three times each time he masturbated. If he failed a time or two, he wasn't to get upset or worried, just try again to meet his goal the next time, and enjoy his orgasm even if he hadn't completed the homework.
After setting his homework, I made him turn to the glossary in the back of our book, and asked him to start reading aloud the 'technical' terms for some of the things we were studying together out loud to me. He blushed furiously and mumbled through the first three words, until I touched him lightly on the knee.
"I can't hear you, Zach."
"What if I can't do this?" he asked in a strained voice, "I-I want to, Brinna. But I can't say these things to you."
"Yes you can." I thought over the problem for a moment. "Let's turn our chairs back to back."
When we had repositioned ourselves, I told him to begin again. He started quietly, with a lot of throat clearing and a bit of stuttering. By the time he had reached the letter D, his voice was more controlled.
"I like your voice, Zach," I said, leaning my head back so that it rested against the back of his shoulder. "Keep going."
After he completed all the M words, I let him stop and offered to read the rest to him if he would turn around and face me while I did it. He briefly hesitated then agreed, so we turned to face each other, and finished the remainder of the glossary, with him flushed and me focused on the book in my lap, with an occasional glance up at him from under my lashes.
"See, Zach? You said all those words with me here, and neither of us died from shame." I smiled. "Now the hardest part. Can I have your hand?"
He hesitantly offered it to me. I rested his right hand, palm up, in my left hand, and delicately traced around his palm with my right index finger.
"I want you to give me alternate words, slang, no more proper or clinical names. Give me another word for breasts."
"Wh-what?"
"Breasts," I said patiently. "What's your favorite slang term?" I watched his Adam's apple bob while he swallowed. I continued slowly stroking his palm with my finger and saw that his eyes had locked onto our hands. "Just say a word."
"Tits," he whispered at last.
"Good. Another."
"Boobs."
"Which word do you like best?" My finger lightly stroked his wrist.
"Tits."
"Do you want to see mine?"
He gulped, and nodded.
"From now on, every word you give me, I'll undo a button. Give me another word for penis."
"Dick," he whispered, and I withdrew my hands from his to undo the bottom button of my shirt as he watched.
