Room 417 is Accidently Coed: Biology Class

Ethan and Ryan sat at the back of the lecture hall. Today’s lesson was on human sexual reproduction, and Ethan wasn’t paying attention. Ryan had worn a cute sundress, and she was letting him run his hand up her leg. She leaned in with a smile and kissed him as his hand drifted around her thigh to her vagina. He found smooth skin and slid along it until he reached her clit. She grabbed his wrist and guided him out from under her skirt.

“You have to earn that.” She whispered.

“Anything you want me to do?” He asked just as quietly.

“Take yours out and rub it. After you cum you can rub mine.”

He laughed, “Sounds like a win-win for you. What’s in it for me?”

“All the sex you want when we get back to the dorm.” She kissed his ear.

He breathed deeply. Catching a whiff of lavender perfume mingled with the smell of paper that permeated the classroom. He was a little nervous to do what Ryan had asked. But he also wanted to fuck her later, so he decided to risk it. The teacher was droning on about erogenous zones as he slipped his already hard cock out of his shorts. He took a firm grip on his cock and began to slide his hand up and down its length. Ryan was watching it with a hungry grin. He found a pace that let him hide what he was doing from the people around them, but also promised to make him cum soon. Ryan pulled her skirt back, spread her beautiful legs, and slid her finger into her pussy as she watched.

“Ryan, Ethan, since you two seem to prefer a more hands-on approach, why don’t you come up to the front of the class?” said Professor Heart.

Ethan’s blood ran cold while Ryan blushed heavily. They had a good plan, almost. They were at the back, at the top of the raised seating area. No one else was in the back row. They would have been invisible. If not for one simple fact. The desk had nothing blocking their legs from Heart’s view. Ryan rose and held her hand out for Ethan. He shoved his cock back into his shorts and took it. Together, they walked down to where the professor was moving the projector out of the way. Ethan watched Heart for any sign that the middle-aged woman was angry. He didn’t see it. If anything, she seemed amused.

“Ok, we were talking about the female erogenous zones. Ryan, would you be so kind as to set your purse there on the table with all your clothing?” Heart said, as casually as if she were explaining why the sky is blue.

Ryan set her purse down and pulled her sundress over her head. Revealing the body Ethan couldn’t get enough of. Heart continued speaking.

“Today’s focus is female erogenous zones beyond the obvious,” she said, strolling around the Ryan. “It’s important to know how to read arousal, not just stimulate it.”

Ryan stood there, her face and neck pink with blush as Professor Heart ran a hand along her back.

“I’m happy Ryan has graciously agreed to let us map her body for you. The slide show is useful, but live reactions are more so.” Heart looked to the group. “Let’s start with the inner thighs. Often overlooked. Gentle touch here,” she traced her manicured nails slowly up Ryan’s thigh, stopping just shy of the crease where leg met groin, “can ignite anticipation. It’s not just about friction. It’s about anticipation.” Ryan shivered slightly, and Heart smiled. “You see that?” she asked, glancing toward the group. “That’s the nervous system opening up. The thighs, the stomach, even the space behind the knees—”

She moved around Ryan, turning her gently to expose the back of her knee. “There are clusters of nerve endings here. Try feather-light strokes. Not pressure.” Turning Ryan back to the class. “Now, let’s address the nipples. Ryan’s already responding, see the contraction? Cold? Maybe. However, stimulation helps us determine if it’s arousal. Some people are more sensitive to suction. While others are vibration. Sadly, we don’t have a vibrator.”

“I have one in my purse,” Ryan said shyly.

Heart smiled as Ryan quickly handed it to her.

“May I use this on you, Ryan?” With Ryan’s nod, Heart placed the soft buzzing tip just under her left nipple and waited. Ryan’s breath caught. “You wait for the body to lean into it. If she arches up, you follow. If she pulls back, you pause. Also, note that I asked for permission before touching. Consent is non-negotiable. Your partner must want what you offer and be willing to receive it from you. Consent isn’t just verbal. It’s physical. Watch her movements. You see, Ryan is leaning into my touch. This is a good sign. That’s why eye contact matters even when mouths are full, if you’ll excuse the pun.” The room chuckled.

Now she gestured downward. “Let’s address the vulva. Too many people jump to the clit. That’s not wrong, but it’s like slamming the gas on a cold engine. Lube, breath, teasing. The mons, the outer lips, even the perineum,” she touched lightly along each area, “deserve attention.” Ryan seemed to be electrified with each touch of Heart’s fingers. Like she was desperate for an orgasm. “You want to be memorable? Master patience. Build arousal like it’s a ritual.”

She guided Ryan up onto the table and instructed her to lie back. She guided Ryan’s feet up onto the table and guided Ryan’s knees apart, leaving her pussy exposed to the class. The room was quiet, expectant.

The soft hum of the low-watt lighting above the table cast Ryan’s skin in a warm glow. Ethan’s cock was begging to be painful from need. Seeing his girlfriend exposed and ready made him wish he were inside her.

“Before we begin,” Heart said, her voice calm but resonant, “remember this is not a performance. This is a presentation. What you’re watching isn’t just instruction, not porn.”

She glanced down at Ryan, who nodded with the tiniest smile, her dark lashes fluttering.