Benjamin O'Neill, the youngest teacher on staff at the-all girls, catholic high school in which he taught. He was one of only three male staff members, the other two being significantly older. Thus, when it was 'sex-ed' day he figured he would be the last one the girls would want to talk to. 'The talk' was held for only those 18 and older where a nun explained the goodly catholic tradition of abstinence. The alternative to which, she said, was to enter a nunnery and take up celibacy. Ben, who had been required to attend the talk as his homeroom was mostly of age seniors, blanched at the options. Those not old enough had been proceeded to class while the 18-year-olds sat in the auditorium listening to the nun who was old enough to be Ben's mother drone on about the sin of adultery and premarital sex.
By the time the assembly finally ended it was halfway through second period, and Ben escorted the girls back to his classroom. They all sat, mollified by the topic, until Ann, a normally quiet girl, put her hand up. They were to wait to be released until the period ended, so they didn't interrupt ongoing classes, so he had a half full classroom of 18 year old girls who had just been told to keep their legs closed. He bit his tongue, worried what she might have to say.
"Yes?" He tried to sound calm.
"Can you tell us...how it's really supposed to go?" She asked in a quiet but confident voice. The other girls all turned to him, clearly hopeful that he would give them something they had not received in their other 'talk'. His initial reaction was to say ask your parents, but Ann specifically had a single dad, and dads tend to not give girls the best version of such a talk. Then he thought he could just say what the nun had said, parrot the vow of abstinence, but that would do these girls no good. He did care for them; he wanted the best for them and statistically abstinence doesn't have a good track record. He sighed and moved around his desk, he'd been standing, leaning back on it, and chose to have this seated, lest anything arise to betray him.
"Bring your chairs in, this will have to be quiet." He motioned for them to approach, and they obeyed silently. When they had clustered around his desk, he looked at Ann specifically as she had asked. "First you should always have consent. Anyone participating should consent, if not nothing should happen." He looked around, seeing a glow in their eyes. They were starving for more. "Second, you should use condoms. If you don't know the other person's sexual history, use a condom, whether you're on birth control or not. They're pretty intuitive, you open the package and roll it on."
He motioned with his hands. "Third, lubricate. Spit, lube, whatever, not water, not nothing. In porn they just shove it in..." He trailed off, feeling his cheeks heat up. "If something's going in, it can't be dry." He licked his lips, feeling indescribably awkward with all these girls' eyes on him. "I can only saw how it is for a man and woman, so if any of you are into girls, it'll be different." He looked around wondering what these girls would do with the information he gave them. Not for fear of losing his job, just curiosity of where life would take them.
"But what about the sex part, how does it...go? How does it look?" Beth asked, she was the popular type, on the field hockey team, muscular but still petite, feminine.
"How does it look?" He repeated, coughing softly to stifle his uncomfortably wavering voice. The girls nodded in unison. "If the girl, if you're aroused, your hole will get wet and loosen up. A man's penis will...harden, swell. It goes from limp to...erect." He was unable to meet their eyes. "And then when it's hard it can enter the hole. Women have a nub called a clit that can be rubbed for their pleasure." He finally looked up and saw the girls. Watching him. Chest rising and falling, he saw one girl with her skirt flipped up and her panties pulled aside. He bit his lip, watching as her fingers moved across her body. The rest turned and watched as she moved around before gasping. She'd found it.
"And nipples, become tender and hard." He was breathing uneven, erratic, one girl moved to pinch her nipples and let out a wanton moan.
"How does it look?" Ann looked away from the others directly at him. He licked his lips. She came around the desk and lowered to her knees. Her hands were on his belt, on his pants, pulling, loosening, freeing. His cock popped up, a bead of precum glistening at the top. The other girls moved around to look, making soft noises of interest and arousal.
"Consent." Lexi said, shooing the other girls back.
"One at a time." Ben choked out. Ann's hands found his throbbing cock, and he let out a sigh. She looked up at him, checking for approval.
"You can hold tighter, go up and down." He put his hand over hers, moving it with her. "This is precum, it can get you pregnant, so if a guy tells you he'll just pull out and that you don't need a condom, it's not true." He rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, lifting it for the girls to see. Destiny leaned forward and sucked his thumb into her mouth.
"Oh, I thought it was supposed to taste bad." She said.
"I hear it's more of a texture issue." He chuckled. Ann lowered her mouth to lick the head of his cock, slow languid laps. "You can put it in your mouth if you want." He said. She nodded and put the head in her mouth, gagging but keeping it in. "It takes practice." He said encouragingly.
"Is this big for a...penis?" When Beth said the word penis it was met with a collection of giggles.
"I'm 7 and a half inches long, so-" Before he could finish a girl had gotten a ruler out of her desk. They measured and it was a bit longer, he must not've been all the way hard when last he'd checked. Not that he'd measured in a long time.
