Blake drove home slowly his mind full of conflicting thoughts. He was recognized in business circles as a smart creative consultant, highly skilled in computer technology with a reputation built on solving the most difficult computer problems for the cities top businesses.
He had created a lifestyle that was the envy of his peers. His social life was full of interesting people; He moved in the best circles, his photo appeared regularly in the social pages mixing with the cities rich and famous.
At the same time Blake was a regular patrol member of the surf club. He was equally at home mixing with his surfing mates most of whom rarely had enough cash to make ends meet.
Few 26 year olds in the city could boast of the sexual successes he experienced with the young hotties that thronged the business district every day. He was six foot four inches tall, with the clean good looks of a young man who surfed and exercised regularly.
He drove a Mercedes sports and rode a Harley, owned an apartment in a swanky city block and another on the beachfront down at the coast, overlooking the ocean. He was a success by every measure one could apply, but he was bored.
“Bored shitless,” he said speaking aloud as he parked his car and made his way to the elevator.
He slammed the apartment door shut and poured himself a blue label Johnnie Walker before switching on his message bank.
Most of the messages were from women who had stayed more than one night with Blake and wanted to continue the relationship. Blake was not in the mood to respond to their pleas for him to ring, passing from message to message without showing any interest.
Finally he sat up and replayed a message from Kenny Jarrett one of his surf clubs schoolboy members. Kenny was a good junior surfer. Blake had liked his style and had taken him under his wing helping him to adjust to club life.
Kenny sounded worried, “you’re our last chance” he pleaded. Intrigued Blake poured himself another scotch and called Kenny.
Kenny had turned to Blake as a last resort. “Mate I need your help, its Schoolies week next week. With all the bad publicity from last year, our parents and the school are talking of stopping us from going down the coast for the week.”
“It’s the traditional time for kids like us to let our hair down; thousands go down the coast to party. It’s been ruined by bad publicity about rape, drugs, booze and sex.”
“All right, all right, cool down,” Blake said when he could break in on Kenny, “settle down, how can I help?”
“My girl friends mum and a school teacher from the school have volunteered to supervise us. It will ruin everything if they tag along. So we went to the headmaster complaining that it showed a lack of trust. We pointed out that if schoolies week on the coast was as bad as it had been pictured, then two women may not be the answer.”
“That argument turned out to be a mistake.
Yesterday the headmaster banned our school from participating; he said he couldn’t let two women take responsibility for thirty kids.”
“Mate, we asked to talk to him and he relented, we can go if we can get a responsible man to help chaperone us. We have rung everyone. None of the fathers wants to go. Mate I wouldn’t ask but I’m desperate, would you help.”
“Why me?” gasped Blake taken by surprise.
“You are a well known school old boy. I’m sure the headmaster will accept you.” Kenny did not speak for a minute then he whispered, “Mate I want to lose my cherry. Suzy and I were going to spend the week together. Say you’ll do it; I promise no drugs just booze and birds.”
Blake was thinking as Kenny spoke .He was recalling the first time he had tried to take a girl down the coast for a week of sex, and how her parents had stuffed up the arrangements.
A week at the coast may be just what he needed; he could help Kenny and hit the beach at the same time.
“Ok, what do you want me to do?” he asked.
Kenny quickly arranged for Blake to meet both headmaster and parents.
The meeting was a challenge. Blake could hardly contain himself as the woman teacher who had volunteered, tried to lay down rules that the “chaperones” as she called them would have to enforce.
Finally Blake could take no more, “look I’m no prude and I’m not a school teacher, if the rest of the kids are like young Kenny I don’t think we will have much trouble. Anyway I’m only prepared to help if we are left to play it by ear.”
A well polished forty year old who had sat quietly through the teachers tirade readily agreed.”No rules, we are adults leave it to us to work it out,” she said as she stood giving Blake his first chance to study her long voluptuous body.
She turned to Blake catching him staring, “I’m Helena Christie, Suzy’s mum. Her boy friend talks a lot about you, I’m sure with your experience we won’t have any trouble.”
The woman teacher finding no support for her rules quickly agreed.” Yes, I am sure every thing will work out. I’m Whilemina Sangster call me Willie,” she said as her eyes ran all over Blake.
The next day Kenny rang to say that the headmaster had announced that Mr. Blake Howell would assist Mrs. Christie and Miss Sangster in providing support for students during Schoolies week.
“You did it,” he cried. “You did it, I owe you one. When the head announced your name and withdrew his opposition, the class went mad. I think half the girls creamed in their jeans at the thought of being down the coast with you for a week .If you want a bit of young stuff there will be plenty available.”
Blake cut Kenny off short, “that’s something we better talk about right now. You don’t touch girls under eighteen, and you don’t try to fuck them if their dead drunk.”
“Bring a few of your mates over to my home tomorrow night and let’s work out some ground rules before Miss Sangster takes over.”
Blake was surprised when ten young men stood at his door waiting when he got home from work. “Right oh boys lets talk about getting laid,” He said as he served drinks.
Blake waved his hands signaling to be quiet when they all started to protest. “Just listen, we all know that Schoolies week is about partying and sex. If we stop pretending and be honest we can work out how you can achieve your goals without hurting either yourself or your girl.”
“If you’re like I was when I was eighteen, there is a good chance that at the end of the week you will still have your cherries when you return home and both you and your girl will be disappointed.”
“I’ll personally kick your butts if you don’t act the gentleman next week. You are going to treat all of the girls with respect, even the ones you don’t want to fuck.”
“Women love to talk and they love it if you really listen.
They love flattery; come to think of it we all like to hear someone say nice things about us.”
“Your intended partner is probably at home now thinking of you and what you will both do next week. Getting them into bed won’t be hard, if you treat them right.”
“It’s what you do when you get them into bed that will make the difference. Take your time, don`t be nervous, be kind gentle and considerate. If you get them into bed and you’re not still making love to their pussy with your tongue an hour later you’re a failure.”
“Wham, bam, thank you mam, is for brothels. You want this girl to remember her time with you. You want her to get wet just thinking of you.”
