Sex Educator
by Pan
I have been teaching sex education for several years now at a small private college in the Midwest. My job is to help them learn how their bodies work, what they can expect from each other when having intercourse, etc., so that they are better prepared for life as adults. I try very hard to stay away from any kind of moralistic preaching or sermonizing; my goal is simply to teach people how to use their bodies safely and healthily. However, this does mean occasionally involve sexually explicit content.
For example, one time during class we were discussing anal sex. One girl, Darcie, raised her hand. "Mr. P," she said, "I think you should warn your students before showing them pictures like those."
There was no way around it; we had to show some pretty graphic photos. It was necessary to give our students a good idea of what's involved with anal sex. I explained that to the young woman, but it didn't seem to sink in. She asked me why I thought the pictures were necessary. I told her that sometimes just seeing images like that could prepare someone for what they might encounter later in life.
The only problem was that most of the girls seemed too embarrassed by the situation to look at the photographs. They kept looking down instead.
Darcie did look at the pictures, however.
She sat up straight and stared intently at every photo. Her eyes widened as she realized what she was seeing. And after class ended, Darcie came over to talk to me privately. She seemed nervous.
"You shouldn't be showing those kinds of pictures, Mr. P." she whispered. "They're sick!"
"Why?" I asked. "What's wrong with them?"
The question seemed to stump her. There was still a photo showing, and she stared at it for several minutes. We stood in complete silence as I waited for her to answer. "Well," she eventually said. "Nothing's... nothing's wrong with them, exactly."
I smiled. "Then why do they bother you?"
"Because... well... they're disgusting!" she exclaimed. "It makes me feel unclean to look at them!"
"It sounds like that isn't the pictures' fault. You are the one who's reacting like that, the pictures aren't responsible for how you feel."
She spoke again, and it sounded like it was taking her a great effort.
"They're pornographic!" she finally blurted out, her eyes flicking from the projection to me, before returning to the photo. It was of a young woman on all fours, while a man took her anally from behind.
I frowned. "Pornographic? What do you mean?"
Darcie didn't have anything to say to that.
"Pornography is supposed to be erotic and arousing, right?" I asked.
Darcie nodded.
"Do you find these erotic and arousing?"
My student shook her head, and I shrugged. "Maybe you're thinking about it wrong. Instead of fighting them, you should try to work out what you can learn from them. They're intended to be instructional: an aid to learning how to have sex properly. If you can use these pictures to learn how to use your body, you'll be able to enjoy sex better and have healthier orgasms."
There was a long silence as she considered this. Finally, she nodded, a slight flush in her cheeks. "You're right," she said in a small voice. "That makes sense. It just..."
I gestured for her to continue
"...it seems so unnatural, so inappropriate. It's just... well, it's just so wrong!"
"Why?" I asked. "What about them bothers you?"
Darcie looked at me. "Because I feel guilty about them. I mean, I've never done anything like that before. I don't masturbate. I'm a virgin. My boyfriend sometimes uses his fingers to rub my clit while we're making out, but so far no other objects have ever been inside me."
I smiled. This, after all, was the purpose of sex education. I felt so proud that Darcie had opened up to me. "Well, that's okay. You're young. Most girls your age are virgins. Many of them have never had intercourse at all."
"I know!" she exclaimed. "But I can't wait until I lose my virginity."
I nodded. It felt like she had more to say. After the silence stretched on, I gave her a small nod. "Whatever you want to know is fine with me. Just tell me how to help you, and I'll do whatever you need."
She blushed. "Okay... so here's the thing. I'm not sure I really want to have sex with my boyfriend."
"Why not?"
"Mr. P., I have to tell you the truth. I'm not...I'm not attracted to men. I mean, I don't hate them, and I can imagine having sex with them. It's just that... well, I feel like I belong with women."
I smiled. "That's great! You're attracted to women, and you should feel comfortable with that. It's completely natural to like other females."
She nodded. "But...how do I tell my boyfriend?"
"Tell him about your feelings," I suggested. "He probably won't be able to understand them, but he'll certainly respect you for having the courage to express them."
Darcie sighed. "I hope so. It's just that...well, what if I'm wrong?"
"What makes you think that?" I asked.
She looked at me. "You're a teacher. You must know about sexual orientation and all that stuff."
"I suppose I do," I said with a laugh. "And here's what I know: you don't need to put yourself in a box. You don't need to declare yourself a lesbian, or straight. You can just be Darcie."
She nodded. "I guess you're right. I never really thought of it that way. I really appreciate this talk, Mr. P. You're helping me become an adult."
"That's my job," I smiled back. "The whole idea is to help you grow into adulthood. I just want you to be happy."
"Do you mind if I ask you one more question?"
"Go right ahead."
"Um... what are you doing tonight? Are you free after school?"
I smiled. "Yes, I am. Why do you want to know that?"
Her face flushed. "I just... well..." she stammered. "It's nothing. I was just curious."
I'd encountered this before. It was a standard part of my job as a sex educator. "Why don't we meet," I offered gently. "Where do you live?"
"The corner of College and Hillside Avenue."
Her response told me that I'd read the situation correctly; she'd wanted to meet, but been too shy to ask. It happened with students all the time.
"Okay," she said with a blush. "I'll see you there. Thank you, Mr. P."
We went our separate ways.
Darcie was waiting outside when I arrived at her home. She opened the door and led me inside to her room. I didn't ask where her parents were; it didn't really matter.
We sat down on opposite sides of her bed. After a few seconds, she stood up and crossed over to sit next to me.
"What am I here for, Darcie?" I asked gently.
She blushed. "Well... um... well... it's just that... uh... you see, I've never... ah... I mean, I'm not sure if this is what you meant by 'whatever I need,' but..."
"I won't judge you," I said, reaching out and resting my hand on my student's leg. "I promise. Tell me about it."
"Well, I mean... if I'm going to break up with my boyfriend, well... shouldn't I really be sure that I'm gay?"
"Of course," I nodded. "That makes perfect sense. And whatever I can do to help you, I will. You don't have to worry about anything."
She nodded. "Thanks! I feel really nervous, though. You're a teacher. I mean, I'm just so inexperienced. I'm afraid I won't do it right."
I smiled. "Don't be concerned about that. It's perfectly natural to be anxious, but you'll be okay if you just relax."
We sat down on the couch together and began kissing. My hands slid up under Darcie's skirt, then cupped her ass cheeks while I pulled her closer to me. She moaned softly as our lips met. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and we kissed passionately.
After a few minutes, she broke away from me. "I don't even have any idea what to do," she said breathlessly.
"Don't worry about it, just relax," I told her. "Let me take care of you."
She nodded and looked at the floor. My hands were sliding up and down her legs, then up and down the sides of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and poking through her blouse.
I slid my hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy through her jeans. I rubbed where I knew her clit was with two fingers. Darcie gasped as I teased her with my fingers.
"We should get undressed," I murmured, and the teenage girl nodded.
I stood and removed my shirt. Then, I unzipped my pants. I took out my cock and stroked it gently. I wanted to give my student a chance to get used to seeing my erection.
Darcie got up and took her clothes off as well. Soon, she was standing naked in front of me. She used her hand to cover herself, but I reached out and slowly moved them.
