Physical Education (6 page)

Chapter Six

Back at the cabin, with a pillow tucked beneath her chest, Amanda lay stomach-down on her bed, reading all about the specifics of anal intercourse. It felt a little bit odd reading a book on such a subject, but the author took such a professional approach that Amanda slowly grew more comfortable with the topic.

The book was broken down into chapters, starting with some of the history and myths, and then it went into more specifics like if enemas were really important – more a matter of personal choice and if too many could NOT be a good thing – to lubricants to actually doing the deed. After reading the table of contents, she first flipped to the back of the book. Why not read some of the more “juicy” material before the clinical stuff?

“Looking for a little anal loving?”

The crass question shocked Amanda, and she was even more surprised to see the usually shy Clyde standing there. He looked much more intent, less happy-go-lucky, and honestly, less goofy, than normal.

“What makes you ask that?” she asked, leaning back on her elbow.

“It’s what I’m hearing,” he said in his regular country drawl. His eyes roamed over her body and seemed to linger right on her ass.

He took in her expression and then nodded toward the book in her hands. “Well, and then there’s the book you’re holding.”

Amanda blushed, really where else could she be reading, and why be embarrassed here, anyway? It had something to do with Clyde’s attitude. His demeanor was throwing her off.

“What’s wrong with being well-rounded and well-versed?” she replied, a bit haughtily to even her own ears.

“Nothing, but let me tell you, a pretty hot filly like you, interested in some kinky back-door action, and well, you’d be quite popular back home at our stables.”

She was having a hard time following the mixed metaphors. Fillies? Stables? And back-door action? Individually, she understood. Combined? Then she remembered that Clyde was at the school to learn how to run a whorehouse.

“I don’t sell sex for money,” she said as forcibly as possible. She shut her book, put it into her bag and stood up to leave.

Clyde stepped to the side, blocking her way, and she really took in how formidable his presence felt. She looked up, realizing how much taller he was than her, really more than eight inches. He had to be at least 6’4”. The muscles on her body tightened up, as if she were going to have to run to get away from him.

“All I’m saying is we could make a pretty penny for someone to take your backdoor virginity. Dang, we could even put it up on eBay.”

Amanda’s mind skipped to an image of her asshole online, and that was enough for her. She pushed past Clyde. His muscular frame felt like it wasn’t going to give at first, and then he gave her a good-natured smile that didn’t make it from his lips to his eyes, to his heart … and then he shifted aside to let her by.

Once past him, she could still feel his stare on her back. As she neared the common room, and reached the safety of others sitting there, lounging and talking about the day’s learning, she briefly thought about reporting Clyde’s actions to Yvette, the dorm leader. But, really, what would she say? Hey, Clyde asked me about the book I was reading? He seemed a bit too curious? Sure, that would go over well. In general, she usually trusted her instincts, and something told her to watch out for being alone with Clyde. And that’s exactly what she would do, for now.

Chapter Seven

The days fell into a steady rhythm. Mandi would wake with her fellow classmates in the morning, and each would do their best not to step on each other while getting ready. Then, they’d file into the dining hall for some early-morning chow and head to various classes throughout the day. For some reason, when she signed up for “sex” school, Amanda thought her days would be somewhat more fun.

More like a million orgasms a day and lounging in bed, rather than a sore callus forming on the inside of her right middle finger from taking so many notes. There were days when she absolutely wished for something to happen. Anything to happen. Even if it was something untoward.

Nothing, though. The monotony set in. Maybe she should have chosen to hitchhike across Europe, after all. She’d certainly get laid more often then.

Maybe others on the campus were having a bit of extracurricular fun after hours, but it certainly didn’t involve her, or her closest friends. That’s how Mandi found herself up late one night, planning to break a few rules with her bunkmates. Their “dorm mother,” Yvette, had already turned into her private room for the evening. They were supposed to be in their bunks, “resting up” for the next day’s activities. If it was going to continue on like it had been, Mandi, surmised, then she really wasn’t going to need any additional energy. She could coast through the day on little sleep. Not like much was going to happen on a Sunday, anyway. Not when every single day so far had been more of the same old, same old.

Four of them sat in the Commons Area, the lights dimmed low to keep from waking Yvette. How anyone expected them to get to bed early, on a Saturday night, Mandi had no idea. So far she’d been at the school for exactly two weeks. And, while they’d read about plenty of sex, and even watched a few tapes, there had been no sex in this microcosm of a city at all.

Along with Claire, the ever-present sex-a-holic Sam was with them, and also Johnny, an international student who’d traveled from India to attend the school. Mandi was quite fascinated with his exotic looks, hooded dark eyes that promised a night of mystery, and the rhythmic way that he spoke.

“Let’s break some rules,” she said aloud, sounding far braver than she actually felt. If she had any true guts at all, she’d kick off by herself and find out where Reed spent his nights. She could easily imagine crawling into his bed. And, she was damned if he would have thrown her out. Unfortunately, she had yet to be scheduled with a class with him. He taught Physical Fitness, for those who needed a little extra help in shaping up. Still, something about the way just being near him made her skin tingle told her that the feeling was most likely mutual. She didn’t usually have the kind of radar that would make her put herself out there for someone who definitely wasn’t interested.

“What do you have in mind, sweet cheeks?” Sam asked.

Sometimes Amanda really wondered about Sam. Could he really be that sleazy all the time? Or, was it some type of act? Was he overcompensating for something else? Despite his coarse and sexist language, Mandi was starting to actually like him. He was all bark and no bite. Beneath all the macho behavior, he was actually quite sweet. She was more than ready, though, to see the real him.

“We’re already breaking some rules just by being up now,” Claire reminded them. “Are you willing to pay the consequences if we’re caught?”

“That’s part of the excitement, isn’t it?” Amanda said. “The potential of being caught doing something that you shouldn’t be doing?”

“I’ve read,” Johnny chirped in, “that’s why some people like having sex in public places: The thought about someone finding them, or maybe just watching them…” he trailed off. “But I wouldn’t know because I’ve never had sex in public before.”

Amanda sized up her potential playmates. All three were equally attractive, in their own way. Hell, everyone in the school proved to be quite do-able. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to have sex with one of them yet, let alone all of them at once. Although the thought did intrigue her. She was here to learn and experiment, right? So, why not?

Well, first of all, as Ms. Lucy had pointed out during their introduction to the “rules,” the school’s instructors were supposed to say when and where each one of them had sex. And, if they were even allowed to come during the session.

“Anyone have one of those sex position books handy?” Sam asked. “I think we should just pick a page from it and have some fun.” He raised his eyebrows for emphasis.

Checking out Sam, Johnny nodded his head. “Sounds good to me. I’m in.”

Of all of them, Claire looked the most uncomfortable with the recommendation. At first, it seemed like Claire had been enjoying her S&M classes. Lately, though, she seemed to be retreating into herself. Mandi didn’t know if there was a correlation, but she was worried about the mental state of her friend.

“So what’s the hesitation, Clarissa?” she asked. “Don’t you want a little bit of co-curricular activities before we have to perform on cue?”

Claire shook her head, as if she was unsure of the entire situation. She looked at Sam and then Johnny, both of whom sat with anxious and excited expressions on their faces. Amanda imagined them thinking: Free sex? Why not!

Kind of like a dog waiting for the dangled bone.

“I’m feeling a bit more tired than I thought,” Claire said. “Maybe I should just turn in.”

The petite blonde stood up, stretching out her back and lifting up onto her tip toes. Amanda and the boys admired Claire’s lithe body. She may have been a bit flat-chested, but she still sported plenty of feminine allure.

Definitely not one to lay on unwanted pressure, Amanda held back all of the “are you sures?” that she wanted to blurt out, and instead gave Claire a hug good night.

She watched her friend walk down the hallway toward the bunks, and then turned back to the men. Both were anxiously watching her, awaiting her next move.

“So what do you say? Time to have some fun?”

“Hell, yeah,” Sam said, a bit too loudly, and then smiled sheepishly. “I mean, yeah,” he whispered.

“Should we stay here, or go someplace else?” she asked.

“Oh, definitely go someplace else,” Johnny added to the conversation. “If we stay here, we’re liable to make too much noise, and would probably end up waking someone.”

* * * *

Reed was up, and he wasn’t going to be going to sleep soon. All he could think about was what he should be doing. It was a balmy Saturday evening, and he wished he could unwind. The school offered some extracurricular activities that he could take part in. In fact, he had done exactly that a few times earlier in the season when he was getting trained. While the students had limitations placed on them and their sexual encounters, the same didn’t hold true for instructors.

A lot of the student experience came at the hands of the instructors themselves. Right now, what he would do to get his hands on a hot piece of ass like that Amanda. He could just imagine twining his fingers through her long dark hair and the feel of her lips against his.

Yes, he definitely needed to get out of his bed, and his room, and get some air. He pulled on a gray pair of sweat shorts, a plain black tee and some running shoes. Maybe a jog around the campus grounds would do him well. Plus, he could make sure that everything was safe and secure. Things had been quiet lately. Too quiet. He needed a break in the case.

* * * *

Intimate nooks and secluded spots lay hidden all over the school. It was as if the builders had designed it with late-night sexual rendezvous in mind. Why else tuck a comfortable bench with plush pillows in an alcove? Amanda and her cohorts had no trouble finding an isolated area, cast in the warm glow of a few floodlights.

The boys sat on the oversized red sofa, checking her out. Since the summer San Francisco night was unseasonably warm, she didn’t need to wear more than her short mini-skirt and fitted white sweater. She’d cast her bra off in the name of freedom and easy access before heading out.

Now she stood in control, holding the sex positions book. As she thumbed through the pages, she speculated about what she wanted to do, and what she wanted to see. Seeing Sam and Johnny sitting so close together on the settee – knee against knee, thigh just brushing each other’s bare thigh – gave her the needed inspiration.

“I want to watch both of you two together,” she said.

“What?” Sam said, bravado coming forward, “I thought we were coming out here to do you.”

“Maybe,” Amanda said, holding up the book so they could see the page she’d picked out. “But this position looks like it’d work well with two men, too, and thinking about the two of you – together – is making me hot.”

The image showed a woman, on her back, hanging slightly off the edge of a bed. Her legs were pulled up, bent at the knees, with the ankles hooked over her lover’s shoulders. You couldn’t tell from the angle of the photo, but one presumed that he had his cock buried deep inside of her. They were “On the Edge.”

“I’m up for it,” Johnny said, slipping his slender hand onto Sam’s thigh and giving a little squeeze.

Amanda was surprised when Sam didn’t say anything at all. He looked briefly at Johnny, and then at the hand on his leg, and released a guttural moan. Then he was on Johnny, hand tightly fisted behind his head, and kissing the smaller man with what looked like a whole lot of pent-up passion.

The sight of the two handsome male specimens going at it instantly got Amanda hot. The book of sexual inspiration dropped to the floor, and her hand found its way into her panties. Wetness seeped over her fingers.

Both Sam and Johnny shed their shorts, and Amanda sized the two men up. Although he was shorter and thinner than Sam, Johnny’s cock actually stood out: thicker and wider. Sam wrapped his palm around Johnny’s cock and pulled him closer on the cushioned bench, their tongues lashing and their breathing growing heavier.

Johnny ducked his head down and deep-throated Sam’s cock. With his eyes shut, he looked like he was lost in glorious pleasure. The muscles on Johnny’s golden-toned tight ass stood out as he sucked on Sam. Letting out another moan, Sam held the back of Johnny’s head, stroking the dark hair softly. His body quivered in the subdued lighting.

How far would they go? Amanda wondered. They didn’t have any sort of lubricant with them; they hadn’t thought that far ahead, but there’s definitely something to be said for saliva action, and the way Johnny was now spinning his tongue around the outside of Sam’s cock, he was doing a good job of slicking him up.

* * * *

The excursion started out at a brisk pace. As Reed’s feet pounded into the pavement, he let the stresses of the day go away. He liked that steady thump-thump-thump. The night was still, and he could hear the beating of his own heart, the flowing of his blood through his veins, reverberating through his body. He was alive, damn it, and he would solve his sister’s missing person’s case. He rounded a corner and stopped at a water fountain for a sip of cool water. The sounds of crickets soothed his ears. He loved how the animals and insects took back the world at night. Humans may have tread upon everything during the day hours, but everything changed when the sun went down.

He slowed his pace, thinking about heading back to his room and turning in for the evening. Then, ever so subdued, he heard another sound, a cry out in the night, and he quickened his step, unsure of what he’d find. It was well past curfew time and all the students should have been in their dorms, fast asleep.

If anyone was out, they were not supposed to be. As he rounded the corner to one of the retreated alcoves, he saw her first: Amanda. Although her back was to him, he recognized her shapely figure right away. It was as if something in him instantly knew her. He took in the curves of her calves, the calling of her inner thighs, and then he noticed what it was she was watching. Two men were going at it on one of the sofas. Lost in lust, all three of them were oblivious to anything else around them, especially his presence.

With his own cock now crying out for a bit of attention, Reed shifted himself downward and moved forward until he was just within reach of Amanda.

He wound one arm around her waist, holding her against him and his obvious excitement, and pushed aside her dark locks with his other hand, dipping in for a small kiss on the back of her neck.

“Impatient little vixen, aren’t you?” Reed breathed against her bare skin. “Looks like someone is going to need some personal training.”

* * * *

The sound of Reed’s voice cutting through the quiet night sent Sam and Johnny scrambling, but Reed didn’t seem much interested in their antics. Instead, he remained focused on Amanda. After thinking about him for so very long, his nearness made her tremble. She felt like an over-excited high school student with her crush nearby.

“You two, get dressed and get back to your dorm,” Reed said, addressing the boys. “We’ll deal with your infractions later. And don’t think I’ll forget.”

Amanda straightened her skirt and bent to pick up the manual that lay at her feet.

“Did I dismiss you, Ms. Wilkinson?” Reed said. “For some reason, I thought you may be a problem student and it seems like you’re proving me right.”

Bless their heart, both Sam and Johnny hesitated before heading down the path, waiting to see if there was anything that they could do for her. Their lack of movement didn’t escape Reed, either.

“Did I stutter?” he asked. “Move it, or the consequences will be worse. Don’t worry about Ms. Wilkinson. I’ll make sure that she returns to the dorm safely.”

As Amanda saw the two fade out of her sight, she felt the chance of escape go with them. What was there to really fear about being left alone with Reed, though? It’s not that she hadn’t fantasized about being with him, because in the last week she’d done plenty of that. If anything, she thought about him too much. And that alone frightened her. She could want something. That physical desire was perfectly normal. That physical draw was one of the things that had brought her to the school in the first place.