This story is fiction. Actually, the year being 2063 should have been enough to clue you in about that.
I don't care how old are. I don't care how young you are. However, the law does care, so if you are too young, go away (or at least try not to get caught).
If this story is against the law where you live, then like the young folk, go away. Or at least...
North Robert High School
10:07 A.M. Friday, December 7, 2063
“What we’re doing today has, in fact, been referred to as ‘outercourse.’” I looked at the girls, and yes, most of them already knew this. They were nude, and some of them were looking all expectant, because this was the first naked ‘sex thing’ that we had gotten to so far. Some were looking extremely nervous, for the same reason.
“Now, what this means is that *this,*” I grabbed my cock, “doesn’t go into any part of any of *you,*” and I swept my hand across the class.
I let them giggle a bit, and watched as Linda made an exaggerated show of pouting, swinging her arm, and snapping her fingers, as if to say, “aw, shucks!” This brought more laughter, and then Witashnah raised her hand.
“Witashnah,” I acknowledged, noting yet again how pretty a name she had, and how, while it had been difficult to get used to at first, it now rolled off the tongue as easy as “Lisa” or “Rita” or any other common name.
“Well,” she started, “what if, you know, it were to *accidentally* slip into me, without us meaning to?”
There was a lot of laughing at this, and Amethyst started pantomiming some pretty heavy making out, then suddenly stood up straight, arms thrown out to her sides and eyes wide as she shouted, “OOPS!”
More laughter, then, “Whoh! How’d *that* happen?” from Saffron, and “Oh, uh, he he, sorry ‘bout that!” from Gloria. I let them yuk it up for a while before informing them that accidental intercourse was unlikely, however popular a claim it might be.
“So when somebody says, ‘It just happened! It was an accident!’ that’s bunk,” I assured them, “It happened because you let it happen, because *both* of you let it happen. And we are not to let it happen today. In fact, you aren’t even supposed to grab the ol’ genitals today, nor am I to touch yours."
Linda did her “aw, shucks” maneuver again, but then lined up with the rest of them as I called out their names. As I had called them out in alphabetic order, last names, Caitlyn Wu was last, and Rita Banks was first.
Rita was nice, making a point first to tell me, “I’m not a virgin, you know, so do as you like.” I did what the rules would allow, and wondered if something that happened in over half my classes was about to happen today. For somebody who likes to see herself as kinky, Rita was rather straightforward, basically hugging and kissing, with just a bit of hip-wiggle.
Next was Veronica. Veronica reminded me that she was not a virgin, and told me I should hold nothing back. I smiled. Yep, it was happening. Of course, I had to hold something back; those were the rules. Still I could make sure that my hands went everywhere *except* between her legs, and I did. My lips found a few spots, as well, and I had just licked a nipple when the buzzer sounded. I gave a quick, gentle bite, and then sent her back to her patch of floor.
Witashnah had instructions for me. “I want you to say my name, Coach,” she whispered as soon as we had embraced. I didn’t mind at all fulfilling such a pleasant request.
“Witashnah,” I breathed in her ear as I pulled her close to me, “Witashnah Ehawee. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” I nibbled her earlobe and squeezed her ass before continuing. “Witashnah. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before. What does it mean?”
“Mmmm” she sighed, brushing her stiffened nipples across the hairs of my chest, “It’s Sioux, and it means ‘virginal.’ But I’ve always thought of myself as more of a Kachina.”
“Ah, yes,” I continued, as I turned her around, pressing against her from behind, nestling my hardness between her cheeks, “Hopi for ‘sacred dancer.’ Also a pretty name.”
“How did you know that?” she blurted out loud.
“I dated a Kachina in college,” I told her, still whispering. I let my hands play over her belly and breasts. She giggled, as she was now facing her classmates. I could still kiss her neck, and did so. We continued in this fashion until the buzzer buzzed.
Wendi practically threw herself against me. “We just play around today,” she told me, “but when the time comes, I’m gonna ride you like a wild beast, just like I did Tommy Bleddon back in August.”
“Like to be on top, do you?” I asked. I grabber her ass tight, and lifted her a few inches as I thrust forward with my hips. This caused my cock to press up, not against her belly, but against her pussy. No, I didn’t enter her, but I easily could have, and she knew it. “I don’t have any problem with that,” I winked at her. Her reply was to swivel her hips, so that her wetness rubbed in little circles on my swollen member. She also kissed me. “Remember: like a wild beast. I’ve done it before, you know.”
The fourteen-year-old was the third girl who had found it necessary to remind me that she was not a virgin. It wasn’t uncommon, when a class got to this point, for this to happen. I predicted, silently, that every non-virgin in class would point this out to me.
Mary Kang walked up, not making her usual attempts not to jiggle. “Well, Coach,” she told me, “you’re gonna get the chance to play with these big boobs everybody seems so fascinated with.”
The other girls all laughed, but in truth they were all as fascinated with Mary’s D-cups as any boy in school. They were big, and looked even bigger on her little frame. Her butt was also a little bit big for her size, but not in a fat way, just in a ‘developed ahead of some other parts of the body’ way. The girl was only fourteen, after all.
“OK,” I told her, “Let’s check them out.” I hefted them, squeezed them, and bounced them gently in my hands. Mary’s eyes were wide, as she shot apprehensive looks into the class. The poor girl was self-conscious about exactly those two things that many other girls envied, and many boys desired.
“God, Coach,” she whispered, “why don’t you just finger me and let them watch that?”
“I will,” I told her, “late next month.” This seemed to do nothing to settle the poor girl’s nerves. “And you get to watch everybody else. And you get to do me, too.” She chuckled at that, and pressed against me. A kiss, then another, and then she threw her legs around me.
“Like you did Wendi,” she whispered, so I did. Her eyes went wide, and she whispered, “Almost” as she threw herself into another kiss. When the buzzer went off, she stood on her own feet again, and smiled. “Just you wait,” she told me, giving her titties a shimmy before returning to her space.
Her older sister Mimosa was next. “Remember, I’m not a virgin.” I smiled.
Lisa surprised me. With only the slightest hesitation, she kissed, ground, and grabbed my ass. But what surprised me the most was what she said, right out loud, when we were done.
“Before the school year is over, Coach, I’m going to make love to you, and I’m going to do *everything*.”
There were a few cries of “Yeah, Lisa!” and “Ooooo!” but then Gloria was next.
“What she said,” the girl told me in low tones, not quite whispering. “But I don’t think I’ll be waiting ‘till May.”
“That’s up to you,” I assured her, “I already told you, you don’t have to save it for me.”
A wicked grin. “I think Amethyst is going to save it for you.”
“That’s her decision. What you do with your sexuality is yours. I would suggest, though, that you do wait until you are absolutely sure that you are ready, and even then, you wait until you have the right time, the right place, and the right person. Even if that person isn’t your coach. Only you can know when, where, and who that is.”
Little did I know that young Gloria had already picked the person, and had a pretty good idea of time and place.
Anika, Saffron, Violette; one after another they gifted me with their charms, and I thanked God and the act of Congress that had created my job.
Amethyst. Amethyst had to be reminded, twice, not to grab for the most privates. She seemed even more eager than usual.
Amy reminded me that she wasn’t a virgin, and wanted to face the class, as Witashnah had. I thought I saw her make eye contact with Amethyst, but couldn’t be sure. She did reach behind to grab my ass and pull herself harder against me. We barely got any kissing done, but a little is still nice.
Turio, Linda, and Caitlyn. These three were, mostly, pretty standard, happy to let me play with their bellies, breasts, and butts. Linda did make a point of reminding me that she was no longer a virgin. That made it official: every non-virgin in class had made a point of telling me so, even though each of them knew full well that I already knew it. Happened almost every year.
I gave them the quiz, and made little marks on my PDA. I had no idea what four of these girls would be doing this very night, and neither did they, for the most part.
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