The next class
From Torg Adventure
You check your schedule while you get your heart rate down to a normal level. All this sex in the last two class periods has been very aerobic. You are due in Creative Writing, two buildings over, and you have about a minute to get there on-time. You dash out, down the hall and out the building.
Every time you pass one of the girls from the Sex Education class, they grin at you and either wink, lick their lips, or blow you a kiss. Their eyes all flick down to your groin briefly. You smile back as well as you can in your rush. You get to the hall the classroom is on just as the bell rings. You manage to sit down in a seat just as the bell stops ringing. You made it by the skin of your teeth.
You look around and see a few familiar faces from the last two classes, including Gina from Swim class. Doe is not here. She gets up and sits behind you.
"Hi, John. I hear you made quite an impression on Miss Dupree," she says with a wicked smile.
"Class! Let's get started!" says a cute, twenty-something redheaded woman from behind the teacher's desk. She is wearing a white buttoned shirt and a black skirt with knee-high leather boots. Are all of the teachers here beautiful?
You raise your eyebrows to Gina suggestively and turn to the front of the room.
"Hello, John. I'm Miss Lange, the English and Creative Writing teacher. Today we are going to write in the vernacular. What does that mean? Anybody?"
A few girls raise their hands. "Melissa," the teacher says, pointing to one of the girls from your swim class.
The attractive blonde student stands up. "The vernacular would be the language people use every day, Miss Lange. Slang, swear words, contractions, etc."
"Very good, Melissa. So, to encourage you to write in this way, I want you all to write an X-rated sex scene. This way you can use all those words for body parts that you've been saving up. I'd like a hundred words from each of you in a half hour, and then we'll read them aloud." An excited murmur spreads around the room.
You turn back to Gina and say, "This should be fun. Do you mind if I describe that lovely blowjob you gave me?"
"Why, John! I'd be flattered! I might even give you another, if you read it to the class." She licks her lips lustily, and you can't help but wink at her.
How does it go?
