Mikasa glided into the cafeteria, her straight black hair brushed to the side, crossing over her left eye. The white blouse of her school uniform pressed tightly against her body annunciating her small, yet visibly perky breasts. As she moved towards me her plaid flannel skirt rose up exposing more of her thigh with each step, the curve of her hips lifting and falling against her thin waist. Her long legs coated with white knee-high socks gracefully swept across the ground. As she got closer, her dark brown eyes met with mine and widened with joy. Her step increased in pace until she reached me, sat down, her leg pressed firmly against mine. Mikasa unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She leaned into me, her breasts pressing up against my body. Her head tilted in, and whispered wetly, warmly into my ear.
"Light, bro, do you want some of my mom's tuna poke bowl?"
It was Sora, my best friend, sitting across from me. I shook my head a bit, coming out of a vivid daydream, rubbed my eyes, and stared blankly a moment.
"What?" I asked him.
"Dude, you're extra spacey today. You alright?" Sora asked.
"Uh, yeah," I told him. I looked to my side with just enough time to catch a glimpse of Mikasa as she walked passed me. I watched another second, her ass rising and falling, round enough to see even through her modest school issued skirt. She turned around and our eyes met for an instant. Mikasa raised a hand to say hi, and giggled. I raised a hand back. Mikasa smiled and turned away, taking a seat with her friends a few tabled behind. I turned back to Sora.
"What were you saying again?" I asked.
"I asked if you wanted some of my mom's tuna poke bowl," Sora repeated. "She gave me way too much. Do you want some?"
"Yeah, man. Thanks! Your mom makes the best poke bowls!"
"That's not the only good thing Sora's mom makes!" Riku shouted as he approached our lunch table, taking a seat next to Sora, snagging a scoop of rice from Sora's lunch and popping it into his mouth.
"Shut up, Riku," Sora said, smiling. "That doesn't even make any sense."
Riku smiled back, wavering his chopsticks over Sora's lunch, ready for more.
"Can I get some more of that?" Riku asked. "Light was right, your mom's poke bowls are amazing!"
"After that pathetic attempt at a mom joke? Not a chance. Besides I just offered the rest to Light."
Sora reached out his poke bowl to me, and I accepted.
"Thanks again, Sora!" I told him.
"Come on, Light," Riku started. "Can I have some?"
"Dude, no way," I told him. "You literally just finished your lunch."
"Come on, man. Just a little bit? If you don't, I'll go tell Mikasa you were just staring at her ass!" Riku teased.
I went silent. Shit, was it that noticeable?
"Come on, Light," Riku said. "I'm just kidding. I'd never go over to Mikasa's table and tell her that little virgin Light has a crush on her."
I flushed red with embarrassment, and let Riku grab another mouthful of poke from his chop sticks.
"Thanks!" he said smiling.
"Don't talk like that so loudly!" I whispered urgently. "Come on!"
"Oh no one's going to hear," Riku said. "You see how many conversations are going on in this lunch room? Nobody cares about what we're saying."
Still," Sora said, coming to my defense. "Don't tease Light like that. You've only ever gotten a blowjob before, and I've only just recently lost my virginity. It's tough in this climate, you know? Girls in Tokyo seem to be waiting longer, if at all, to start relationships these days. Most of the people in this room are probably still virgins, you know?"
Speaking this openly about sex made me feel a little uncomfortable, even though it was with my close friends. Still, though, what did they know about the hardships I was having getting a girl to go out with me? Riku was a strong, well-built martial artist with a very outgoing personality, and Sora was the ace pitcher on our high school's baseball team. Everybody knew him. He was such a nice, confident guy, too! I could never be like Riku or Sora. I was just an average guy, in good shape, played soccer but wasn't great or anything. And I'm very reserved and introverted, often confining myself to my room after school to study and play video games. How could either of my friends understand how difficult it is just to try and talk to another girl?
"Dude, I was only joking, relax," Riku said. There was a pause, and then he added, "But yeah, I know what you mean. Maybe that's what this new class is going to be about?"
"This new Sex Ed class?" Sora asked. "Yeah, I was wondering why more students haven't been talking about it. Strange to introduce a class like this so suddenly. It's only for seniors who are graduating and have already turned 18."
"I heard it was mostly to address the population decline in Japan," I told them. "The Government is predicting a lot of economic hardships with future generations because of it. They want to start encouraging people to have more children."
"I've heard something along those lines too," Riku added. "But I still think it'll be something more along the lines of traditional sex education, you know? Male and female bodies. Diagrams. Whatever. Probably going to be pretty stupid."
"Well I asked Mr. Yuma about the class yesterday," Sora said. "He didn't share a lot of information about it, but he told me it was a course that would help prepare graduating students for circumstances they might find themselves in once they graduated and went to college."
Riku was probably right, but I was still excited about the new class we were going to, hoping Sora was correct. Maybe I would learn some things to make me feel more confident in approaching girls. Maybe one day I could say more to Mikasa than just 'Hi,' and 'How are you?' Luckily I had turned 18 a few weeks ago and could participate. I was happy Sora and Riku could go, too. I knew Mikasa was also 18, and it would have been a good opportunity to try and sit next to her during the class, but unfortunately they separated boys and girls.
Our conversation quieted down a bit, each of us wondering what the new class would be about. I decided to finally dig into Sora's mom's tuna poke bowl. The sesame seeds on the sashimi tuna blended wonderfully with the sautéed seaweed, and the rice was perfectly sticky. The umami flavors swirled lusciously in my mouth with a thick, firm, meaty texture. It was utterly delicious.
The Lunch bell rang and a commotion of freshmen through seniors gathered their things and clamored about. I tried to catch one more look at Mikasa before leaving for the new sex ed class, but she was lost to me in the dizzying haze of confusion that was the student body.
I ended up waiting a bit for the crowd to leave before exiting the lunchroom myself. I arrived at the classroom expecting it to be a large room, but there were only about 20 seats. The desks were arranged in a U shape with the long teacher's desk in front. Riku and Sora were sitting right in front of the teacher's desk, and had saved me a seat between them.
"Thanks," I told them as took my seat.
The class was about half full by the time I sat down, and over the next few minutes about seven or eight more kids showed up, filling the rest of the seats. The class was mostly quiet with anticipation. I head murmurs about who our teacher was going to be, although Sora hinted that it would be Mr. Yuma, but at the very least we were all assuming it would be one of the male teachers. So we were all surprised when Miss Sakura, the 12th grade math teacher, walked in.
Miss Sakura was not only young, having only been 29 years old, but was also intimidatingly hot. Large breasts. Pretty, symmetrical face. Curvy body. But also very professionally spoken as well as dressed, wearing a white blouse similar to that of the school-issued student uniforms as well as a long navy blue skirt that reached down to her ankles. Miss Sakura had straight black hair that fell over her shoulders with swooping bangs crossing over her forehead and tucked behind her ear on the opposite side.
"Hello, class," she said smiling. "I have had some of you in my classes before, but for those that don't know me, my name is Miss Sakura!"
Miss Sakura seemed like a very sweet teacher, and I was already less anxious about having her speak to us about sex. I had never had her as a teacher before, but knew that Sora had.
"Wow, I can't believe it's Miss Sakura!" Sora whispered to me. "She was a tough grader, but she's really nice," he told me. "Really cared about all of her students, making sure everyone fully understood the material before moving on to new subjects."
"Mr. Yuma and I," Miss Sakura began, "thought it would be best if we split up the groups in a more unconventional manner than previous sex education classes you may have had. Typically the male student body would have a male teacher and vice versa, but since this is a brand new class we're piloting, and given the subject matter, we thought it best to switch the roles a bit to give our students a different perspective on sex."
Miss Sakura paused here for a moment, as two more students hurried into the class, and took the remaining two seats. Miss Sakura then, counting quietly as the pointed to each student, reached 19 and stopped. "Great! Looks like everyone is here."
I looked around the class to see if I recognized any of the other students. Akira, sitting next to Sora on the other side, was an acquaintance of mine, as well as Eren sitting on the left corner of the room and Kaito along the right side. A few other students looked familiar but were otherwise strangers to me.
A boy, sitting next to Kaito, raised his hand.
"Ah, yes," Miss Sakura pointed. "Tenya, is it?"
"Um, yes," Tenya said, nervous. "I was wondering, um, do we have to take notes? What exactly are we going to be covering in the class?"
"Ah, good question," Miss Sakura answered, a genuine softness to her voice. "You won't need to take any notes. However, there will be a, sort of test at the end of the class."
Whispers hissed around the room. What did she mean sort of?
The whispers grew louder.
"Everyone be calm," Miss Sakura said. "No need to worry, everyone will do just fine, I'm sure of it. I'm going to walk everyone through the test at the end, so if anyone is having trouble, I'll be there to help you out. Ok?"
The whispers halted, everyone anxious to start the lesson and see what the class was going to be about.
Miss Sakura hoped up, taking a seat on the edge of her desk, leaving her high heeled shoes on the floor.
"Now," she started, "Let's begin."
