I received a call from Ms. Rose, the Human Sexuality course teacher, about Rachel, a student who refused to complete her sexuality composition. I asked the name of the student so I could lookup her background information and then setup an appointment for later in the afternoon so she could bring the student to my office and we could all talk.
Prior to the appointment, I checked to see what information I had on file for Rachel. The only things I found were that she was born and raised in Birmingham, England, by her father. Her mother died when Rachel was very young. I assumed that being raised by her father may have something to do with her refusal to complete the assignment, but wanted to chat with her before I decided if she should be punished or not.
Ms. Rose and Rachel arrived promptly for our talk. Ms. Applegate, my secretary, escorted them into my office. Although Ms. Applegate knew I'd expect complete privacy, I told her to hold all calls and that I did not want to be disturbed. That last part was the code phrase for "turn on all the hidden video cameras." About the only place on the campus that doesn't have surveillance cameras is my private toilet.
As I invited both Ms. Rose and Rachel to have a seat, I gave Rachel a quick looking over. Unlike the majority of the girls at Oakwood Academy, Rachel looked almost angelic even though she was nearly 19. She wore very little makeup and didn't need it. Her sweet face was framed by long brown hair and her blue-gray eyes sparkled, drawing attention away from her small breasts and slight frame. She smiled tentatively, her thin pink lips contrasting against her bright, white teeth. Her fair skin matched the complexion of Ms. Rose who was also giving Rachel a quick once over.
I started the conversation, explaining to Rachel how important the first assignment was and then asked why she didn't want to complete it.
She replied, "My mum died when I was very young and my daddy never remarried. He did the best he could, but obviously didn't know how to address certain topics, especially when I reached a certain age. Daddy told me to ask my home-school teacher, our housekeeper or one of the cleaning girls if I had any questions of a female nature. I was usually too embarrassed to ask, or just didn't know what to ask. Needless to say, I've led a very sheltered life. To this day, I know very little about sex. I'm sure I've never had sexual intercourse with anyone, but I'm not sure if there are other forms of sex. And I don't have the foggiest about fantasies. So you see, I really couldn't complete that assignment. I'd be more than happy to do it if I could get some help from someone. Perhaps you, Mr. Dickers, or Ms. Rose, or the both of you, if you wouldn't mind."
I turned my gaze to Ms. Rose and said, "That seems to be a valid reason for not completing the composition, don't you? I see no reason to punish her especially considering her honesty and willingness. If you're willing to spend some extra time to lend some assistance, I think I can find some time, too." I knew Ms. Rose would want to help me educate this innocent young girl in the ways of sex, but wanted Rachel to think that we'd both be going out of our way for her.
Ms. Rose lifted her leg to cross it over the top of her thigh and slowly turned towards Rachel, giving me a quick view of the red wisps of hair just above the lips of her pussy. She always managed to get into my office without wearing her panties and I always got at least a glimpse of her nearly hairless pussy. Now facing Rachel, she said, "Will you be able to speak openly and honestly with the two of us?"
Rachel blushed as she cast her eyes downward towards the floor. "I think so, Ms. Rose. But please understand that you'll have to be very explicit with your questions and answers. I really know very little about sex."
Getting into the conversation again, I responded, "Rachel, please tell us what you think there is to sex besides intercourse."
"Oh, my. This may be more difficult than I'd thought," she replied.
"Take your time," I said. If you have to be blunt, then so be it. We're not here to judge you. We're here to help educate you." After saying that I noticed Ms. Rose wink and grin at me. "When you're ready, you may continue, Rachel."
After a few moments of silence, Rachel began again. "I'm not really sure. One evening when I was going to the kitchen for a snack I accidentally saw the chauffeur with two of the cleaning girls. He had his trousers off and was holding his penis over the girls' faces. There was something that looked a little like cream on the face of one of the girls. It looked like there was some more of it dripping from the tip of his penis. The other girl appeared to be getting ready to lick the cream off her cheek when they heard me and she stopped. I didn't know what to do so I asked what they were doing. The girl who looked like she was going to lick up the cream said that the chauffeur really cared a lot for both of them and he was showing them. She then giggled and made a long lick up the girl's cheek, slurping the cream into her mouth. She smiled and then the other girl licked the cream from the tip of his penis. The chauffeur looked like he was enjoying that."
"How did seeing that make you feel, Rachel?" I asked.
"It was odd. I felt very warm inside and my vagina became damp. I thought there might be something wrong so I went back to my room."
"And now? How do you feel right now?" asked Ms. Rose.
"I have that same sort of sensation. When I visualize that, I get warm inside and - oh, my - I think my panties are wet!"
"Ms. Rose, will you check?"
I didn't have to ask. Ms. Rose was already reaching towards Rachel's crotch. She lifted the hem of Rachel's skirt and saw that her white cotton panties had a wet spot over her pussy. "Rachel, I want you to understand that there is nothing wrong with you. You're experiencing sexual arousal. I have to tell you that after hearing you describe what you saw, I'm experiencing the same thing now, too."
"So, what I saw is some kind of sex? Could the girls get pregnant from that?"
"No, dear. Unless some of that cream, the chauffeur's sperm, somehow got inside their vaginas, there's no fear of getting pregnant from that," explained Ms. Rose. "And yes, that's a form of sex. The common term for what the chauffeur did was giving the girl a facial. He orgasmed and made his ejaculate, the creamy looking stuff, go onto her face. Many women like that kind of sex. I'm one of them."
"And it's okay to swallow it?"
"Oh, yes! In fact, some women would rather swallow it right from a man's penis. Have you ever heard of sucking cock, Rachel?" asked Ms. Rose.
"Um, yes, but I don't know what that means." Rachel blushed again.
"That's oral sex with a man. It's also known as giving a blow job, but you don't really blow. You suck the man's penis into your mouth and then pretend your mouth is a vagina and fuck it until he orgasms in your mouth, or wherever he orgasms. If you take all of his penis into your mouth, even into your throat if he's that long, that's called deep throating. Does that help explain it?"
"Oh, I feel so dumb! Do you have any pictures you can show me?"
"No, but I could demonstrate with Mr. Dickers if you'd like," replied Ms. Rose.
