The new co-eds couldn’t believe their eyes when they glanced through the course directory and saw that a class called Sex 101 was being offered! By the hundreds they raced to sign up, convinced this would be the class of a lifetime….

When Andy and I walked into class on the first day, we were met with an overwhelmingly large audience – the room was absolutely overflowing its capacity – filled with hundreds of eager young minds just waiting to soak in all that we had to offer. We looked at each other nervously, took a deep breath, and went for it. It was the most thrilling experience ever!

We weren’t teachers by trade. Neither one of us held any degrees or formal training. Our own experiences together with the willingness to share our knowledge of the incredibly exciting world of erotica had led us to the front of this lecture hall. This being our first actual class, we both were a bit nervous, so we started off slow in order to make everyone feel more at ease. Andy introduced himself and then took me by the hand, drew me up close to his side and introduced me. When he felt me tremble slightly, he squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring wink. I smiled back to let him know that I was doing okay and that I wasn’t going to chicken out on him. It was our style to forego textbooks and conventional teaching aids and use our own stories and experiences – along with lots of hands-on demonstrations. Our goal was not only to show and tell…but to have the class participate – to experience for themselves the vast mix of sensations that can be awakened with the right knowledge.

While Andy gave the students a brief run-down of the course, I ducked behind a wardrobe screen to change clothes. I returned wearing a high-cut black thong, garter, stockings, bra and heels. My long hair was hanging in loose curls across my shoulders and down my back. A collective gasp emanated from the students when they saw me, and he casually turned around and greeted me with an appreciative smile.