"You have tried so hard Jack Charles." Hygeia said. She sat on the front of his surfboard, both of them bobbing up and down on the waves. "You tried time and again to teach all the women in your family. Tried to teach them to be responsible, to be considerate, to be good and kind. You tried and failed over and over again but...it is not your fault."
He was entranced. This woman had swum out of the early morning fog to where he was sitting and waiting for a wave. Somehow she had pulled herself out of the water and up onto his board without dumping them both over. She was beautiful, overhwelmingly so. It almost hurt just to look at her. Dark hair fell around her shoulders in curls, somehow full of body even though she had just climbed out of the water. Her olive skin was smooth and unblemished, her smile warm and inviting. The soft words she spoke rolled over him as her voice soothed away his worries about what was happening. He became lost as he looked into her large brown eyes. They were so deep that he seemed to fall right in and lose sight of everything else.
"Not matter how hard you try, some women just can't be helped." Hygeia continued. "The foolish women of your family no longer your responsibility. Your mother and sisters will have to make their way in the world without your unappreciated help. Women like that will want nothing to do with you now." Her hand brushed lightly across his cheek. "Instead you will attract women who want to learn, women who will value your teaching. This is my gift to you."
She withdrew her hand from his cheek and slid off the surfboard, slipping soundlessly into the ocean and out of sight. He blinked and took a deep breath, already forgetting that he had seen anyone at all.
Lesson 1
"Hello Mr. Charles." said a cheery voice. Jack looked up from where he was waxing his surf board to find two young women standing just outside the gate to his yard. It took him a moment to realize that one of them, the one who had said hello, was Jenny Smalls. He had seen Jenny every summer for the last five years or so when her family came to stay at a beach house a little ways down the street from his own. He typically thought of her as a nice, gangly young girl who maybe got a little taller every year but that image was suddenly wiped from his memory.
The girl, no, the woman who stood before him was beautiful and sexy as hell. Her blue and white striped bikini, while covering enough to be mother approved, left no doubt that she was a woman grown. She was tall, probably 5'8" or so and whatever was gangly before had become shapely and toned. Long legs led up to slim hips that flowed into a small waist and a flat, slightly muscled stomach. Her breasts were high and firm, not vert big but just right for her athletic frame. Broad shoulders framed a delicate neck left bare by the auburn hair she had pulled up into a pony tail.
"Oh" Jack said, hoping he hadn't been caught leering. "Hello Jenny. That time of year already?"
"Sure is." Jenny said brightly.
"And you brought a friend this time?" Jack asked, looking at the other girl.
"I did!" Jenny excalimed. She grabbed the other girl's arm. "This is my best friend Carla."
Carla was quite a bit shorter than Jenny and her bikini, while of a similar style, was bright orange. Her skin was darker than Jenny's and her long, curly black hair fell down past her shoulders. She was softer and rounder than Jenny's atheletic physique, her hips were wider and framed a belly that while still flat, was less defnied. Her breasts were bigger and heavier, clearly being held up by her bikini top.
"Hello Carla," He said. "Nice to meet you."
"You too Mr. Charles." Carla said with a smile. Just for moment he thought he saw her look him up and down, checking him out, but he decided he must have imagined it. He knew he was not a bad looking guy. His lifestyle had always kept him moving so he was trim and the surfing kept him tan and a little muscled but he was sure he was far too old for a sexy young thing like Carla, or Jenny for that matter, to have any interest in him.
"Are you going out?" Jenny asked with a glance down at the surfboard he was working on.
"Just came in actually." He said. "Just getting set for the morning."
"Ok then." She said, possibly sounding a little disappointed. "Well, we are gonna catch some rays. See you later."
"See ya." He said. He went back to waxing his board, or at least pretending to. Mostly he was trying not to be too obvious as he watched the two girls walk away down the path towards the beach. Jenny's athletic ass, prefctly displyed by her form fitting bikini bottoms, flexed and swelled as she walked. Carla's wider hips swayed more dramtically, her fuller and softer ass giggiling a bit with each step. He was trying to decide which one he liked more when Carla suddenly turned her head look right back him, catching him staring. She looked him in the eye and grinned before turing back around. They stepped off the path and diappeared from sight, leaving him to finish waxing his board and wondering what that grin had meant.
A few hours later, just about noon, Jack was awoken from a nap by a knocking at his beach side door. Looking out he could see Jenny and Carla waving to him through the glass.
"Hello girls." he said as he slid the door open. "What's up?"
"Hi Mr. Charles." Jenny said. She seemd nervous, like she didn't know what to say next but Carla nudged her in the side, urging her on. "Can we talk to you for a minute?"
He had no idea what this was about but it seemed important to her so he waved them in. The smells of suntan lotion and salt water filled his nose as they stepped past him. They followed him into the living room and took seats next to eachother on the couch while he sat in the comfortable chair he usually read in.
"So what's going on?" He asked curiously.
Jenny looked at Carla who nodded at her, again urging her on.
"Well Mr. Charles," Jenny said. "This is probably going to be my last summer here. At the beach I mean. I'm going to college this fall so I think my life will be a little different when next summer comes around and I probably won't want to go on any family vacations." She fell silent and Carla nudged her again. "Well like I said, I'm going to college...well we're going to college" made a gesture including Carla in the statement. "And well, I don't know what college was like in your day but today a lot of it is about...well...sex."
Jack's eyebrows went up in surprise, more at hearing her actually say the word sex than hearing what college was like these days. He had sex in college but reading a few articles about the casual sex at modern colleges had left him wishing he been born about forty years later than he had.
"The thing is." Jenny continued. "We've had sex." She again indicated herself and Carla "But it was like in the backseat of a car or at a party or whatever and its always dark and we never really had a chance to see what we were doing or to learn to do it right or anything." Jack waited in silence, still not sure where this was going. "And well, we would like to be a little better prepared before we get there, to college I mean. So we were hoping that you could..." She trailed off, biting her lips nervously.
"We were hoping you could teach us some stuff about sex." Carla finished. She sounded a little nervous too but also had that sly grin on her face, the one he'd seen earlier when she had caught him looking at her ass. "We've seen stuff, porn and stuff, but its not that same as real, you know, hands on experience."
Jack sat in stunned silence while they sat waiting expectantly for a response. As ridiculous as it seemed to him, he was pretty sure this was actually happening. These two sexy young women we really here in his house asking him to teach them about sex.
"Well." he croaked, then cleared his throat. "First things first. Are you both 18?"
