The first thing Mark Lancer was aware of was blaring, hateful noise. As soon as he recognised it as the trumpeting of his alarm clock, he slammed his hand down on the 'shut up' button, and sighed with joy in the peace that came afterwards. It was a hard hit, but he'd made sure when he bought it that it could stand up to such punishment.
As the sleep cleared from his mind, he soon realised that the alarm clock was the
only
familiar thing in the room. It wasn't his room -- it was an alien rectangle, with two sets of basic furniture and a few still-packed bags.
After a minute or two, he remembered why he would be in such a place. It was his university dorm room. With that memory came the realisation of why his alarm clock would go off so early.
"Son of a bitch, I'm late for class!"
It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining down on every bit of the campus' well-tended greenery and the birds offering background music... but Mark only caught brief glimpses of the grounds' beauty as he hurried down the paths and into the Health building. Once he was inside, he took the time out to grab his class schedule and make sure he was headed for the right room. It wouldn't do to be even later than e already was because of a stupid mistake. As he was looking at the schedule, he saw the class' name, and made the stupid mistake of pausing for a moment just to think about it.
Sexual Education. He'd thought it was a joke when he'd seen it in the list of electives, but as he read through the course description, it sounded like the real deal. Not more talk about safe sex like from high school, but actual, practical training. And that meant... practice. His cheeks burned as he thought of it, excitement making his heart start beating faster even before he stepped through the door.
Inside, he found a very different class from any he'd seen before. There were no desks or chairs except for the one at the front: instead, futons were laid out on the floor, each with two students kneeling or sitting on it. Thankfully, one was still only half-occupied; the blonde girl kneeling there noticed him, and beckoned him to join her. Once they finished greeting each other with a smile, a piece of paper was passed along to them. It looked essentially like the class's roll, but there was a little extra at the top. It was a consent form, with each signature affirming that they were old enough to engage in... activities. He signed off, passed it along, and turned his attention to the teacher.
Mark had been half-expecting an utter creep to have been part of this class, and was pleasantly surprised. She was tall and leggy, with her body poured into a stylish skirt suit. There were an excited brightness in her smile and a vivacious spark in her almost-black eyes, which were complemented by the mocha shade of her skin and her long, midnight-black hair.
She clapped her hands together, the sharp sound stilling all the conversations. "Okay, class! One last reminder: this is the class for heterosexual Sex Ed. The gay class is in room 30A down the hall, and the lesbian class is room 28B upstairs. Are you all where you should be?" A moment's pause led to nobody at all leaving the class, and she beamed. "Great! I'm your teacher for this class, Miss Michelle Rivera. Everyone, get to know your partner. Once you're comfortable, get a rubber from the desk here, and get started. For now, the most important thing is practice, practice, practice!"
He could feel his heart thudding, feel the blood pumping in his ears... and elsewhere. Were they seriously all going to 'practice', right there and then? Yeah, it was an embarrassing thought... but also an exciting one, in its own way. He turned to the blonde sitting next to him on the futon, and held out his hand. "Hey. I'm Mark."
Her handshake was a gentle, feminine thing, and she gave him a bright, friendly smile that did wonderful things for her face. She was more 'cute' and 'pretty' than classically beautiful, with a softness to her cheeks and lips and a brightness in her almost-yellow eyes. "I'm Amber. It's totally awesome to meet you."
He gave the rest of her a quick once-over, trying not to be too obvious as he examined her. As far as he could tell, she was a little below average height, though it was hard to tell with her sitting there. Her figure was outlined by her pink babydoll tee and blue denim short-shorts, giving him a good sense for her: slender in some ways, but with enough curves to be appreciable.
Once he'd finished that, he looked back into her face with a smile. "I hope you don't mind me saying, Amber, but you look
gorgeous
. I'm glad I snagged you as my partner."
She giggled and gave him a playful shove on the chest. "Oh, you. I don't mind you saying that at all. Shall we get started?" She whisked her top up and off her head, all in one smooth motion. She'd come prepared to undress; her handful-sized breasts bounced into nudity, no bra in the way.
He froze up -- it even felt like his heart stopped for a moment. There was no way he could avoid staring at their perky perfection. One of his hands twitched, but he got it under control before he actually reached over to her. "Are you sure about starting off so quickly? I mean..." His voice faded out. Faced with such amazing tits, he didn't know
what
he meant.
"Mhm!" Even as she undressed, she was still as friendly and chirpy as ever, not treating her toplessness as anything overly sensual. She moved onto her shorts next, showing a similar lack of underwear down below. In mere seconds, all her creamy, smooth skin was bared. "Everyone else is getting started. It could be a nice ice-breaker! Could you fetch a rubber for me?" She batted her eyelashes.
He was up in an instant. On his way across the classroom, he saw she was right. More of the women were naked than even partially clothed. Various kinds of foreplay were happening as well, from a petite brunette making out with her partner to the voluptuous redhead lying back with her legs spread while her partner ate her out. Moans were starting to lift into the air, the mingling of voices marking it as the budding orgy it was.
