I was determined to be as cool as he was. It wasn’t as easy, though, because, as Ms. T pointed out, a girl’s anatomy is more complicated than a boy’s. I had to spread my legs very wide, which was embarrassing enough. Then I had to point out my labia-inner and outer-my vagina, and my clitoris. Yes, it was embarrassing. All the boys took a nice good long look. Jared did too, the fink!
"Now, do you masturbate, Amanda?"
"Sometimes," I admitted. Last night, for one, furiously, though I didn’t say that out loud!
"Where are your most pleasurable places?"
"Well, inside my inner labia, in between my vagina and my…er…clit. That’s more sensitive than you’d realize. Right at the entrance to my vagina, that’s very sensitive. Oh, and there’s a place inside, towards the front of my body."
"That’s your G-spot. Now, what about your clitoris?"
"That’s the most sensitive, but it’s kind of like what Jared was saying about the head of his…er…penis. It’s almost too sensitive, especially at the beginning. I have to work my way up to that. Once I’m, you know, into it, it’s the best place."
"Great," Ms T said. Great for her, she didn’t have to describe her masturbatory technique to a bunch of classmates! "Now that we know what feels good, the next step is a demonstration."
A demonstration?!?!?
"First of all, this does not constitute a reasonable request. Both or either of you are welcome to refuse. Jared, have you ever masturbated a girl?"
"Uh, no," he stammered out. I got the same question, about a boy, of course. I also answered no, which was the truth. And I knew what was coming next. Oh, shit.
I was right. "What I’m going to ask you to do is masturbate each other, to orgasm. I trust you were both listening to what the other one said." We both nodded. "So, you know what pleases the other one-and you can discover more of that once you get started. Now, as I said, this is not mandatory, you can refuse, and I don’t want anyone else in the class to say a word. This is up to you."
‘Sure, why not?" Damn that facade of mine, it answered before the sane part of me could shut it up. Well, I suppose I really couldn’t say no. Plus, I did say I wanted relief, right? I just hope I didn’t screw up doing him.
"You’re really OK with this?" he whispered.
Him, I told the truth. "No, I’m scared to death," I whispered back, "but I don’t think we can get out of this. Really. It’ll be OK."
"OK. Fine. I’ll do it," he said out loud. Ms T had us maneuver our chairs so that they were facing one another. My legs were spread, and our knees were almost touching.
"One thing Amanda didn’t mention, Jared, is that girls are slower to heat up. Attention to the breasts usually helps with that."
"Uh, OK," he stammered and, bless him, he reached out for my boobs, and started fondling them and rubbing my nipples. It felt great, I have to admit. "Is this OK?" he asked.
"Yeah, but they don’t break, so you don’t have to be so careful," I said, grinning at him. He took the hint and applied a bit more pressure. It felt even better.
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound-so I reached out underneath his arms and grabbed his…dick. See, I can say that, too. I grabbed for his dick and started moving my hand up and down with it. "OK?" I asked.
"Yeah," he grunted with a grin," just be careful. That does break." I giggled at that. "That wet spot at the head is precum, if you spread that around, it’s easier." I did so.
As I did, his right hand moved down. And, the dear boy, he had been paying attention-his first move was a long swipe with his finger from my entrance up to my clit. I shuddered, I know I did.
That’s when I looked up-I had been looking down, at what I was doing, but I looked up then. I realized he was looking at me, and our eyes locked.
It was right then that the class disappeared. I stopped noticing that anyone else was in the room, except Jared and me. Our eyes were locked on each other’s. I stared deep into him as he diddled me, and his dick in my hand just felt right, I don’t know any other way to describe it. And him? Jesus. He slipped a finger in me, and I jumped. He let it slide in and out slowly, deliberately, and I started panting. He then spread my wetness all up and down-and, when he got it spread out nicely, he flicked my clit.
I squealed. He kept it up, and I know I kept squealing. I could not believe how good this felt. Meanwhile, I was, believe it or not, concentrating on what I was doing to him, and I could tell he was getting close. His eyes were black as they stared into mine, and he was breathing as heavily as I was. His hand dropped off my boob-damn-and the other one stopped moving so quickly, so I stroked him a little harder. He gave me a little sign, letting me know he was close, and I nodded. That’s when he came, in a torrent. Since I had his dick pointing slightly upward when it happened, he came all over my boobs.
And I thought letting him undress me was intimate!
The look in his eyes when he finished was one of complete adoration. That scared me, I’ll admit. What really scared me was I think I was giving him the same look. Especially, after he caught his breath, when he increased his attention on me. His hand was everywhere. And then he did something I’ll never forget-he brought his other hand back up to my boob. Which was covered with his cum. It was sticky, and warm, and intimate beyond all describing. That, combined to the delicious things he was doing to my pussy, and combined with the look in his eye-well, I didn’t take much more of that. I went off like a rocket.
And I shattered. I completely shattered. All the protection I run, all the walls, all the masks, the grand facade-they just went. I don’t know who else realized it-but Jared realized it completely, I have no doubt of that. I was wide open to him, and he knew it. As I came down, I was overwhelmed. I flopped forward and rested my head on his shoulder-away from the class, so nobody else could see-and I cried, just a little bit. Everyone else just thought I was exhausted from cumming, and I was-but Jared knew. He knew everything. He rubbed my back and whispered "It’s OK," in my ear as I desperately tried to stop crying. When I finally did, I straightened up and put the mask back on, flashing a big grin to the rest of the class. It worked. They had all been silent, but, when I did that, they all started cheering and whooping.
"You guys can go back to your seats," Ms T said, softly. We managed to stagger back there. Maggie was giving me little cheers-little did she know. Ms T cleared her throat, looking rather uncomfortable for some reason, and spoke again. "There’s something you guys need to know. Sex is a lot of things. If the two people involved are willing, and open-minded, and willing to trust each other, it’s always fun. However, I have to tell you, very rarely is it that intense. Just so you know."
Jared and I looked at each other in complete disbelief. "Now, one thing that’s important is communication," Ms. T was continuing. "You saw some verbal communication between them, at the beginning. But it doesn’t have to always be verbal. Some of the best communication during sex is done with the eyes. Jared and Amanda did that, all the way through."
She was right, I realized. Was that why it was so intense? She went on for the rest of the class period-thankfully, in generalities, not about the floor show-but, when the bell rang, she asked us to stay a minute.
"I need to apologize," she started, clearly uncomfortable. "I didn’t mean to put the two of you through that. I’ve done this for years-my old school has been running The Program for almost as long as Central High-and I’ve never seen anything that intense. That should have been private. I am sorry."
"It’s OK, really," I tried to reassure her.
"Yeah, I didn’t mind," Jared agreed. "But, Ms T, you’re the sex expert here. Why was it that intense? Am I that good?" he asked with a laugh.