Blanke Schande College

CHAPTER 13—First Class

She found the classroom she was looking for and saw that it was theater style. She was grateful to see that the seats were covered with fabric instead of cool plastic, metal or wood. She found one towards the back in the middle so no one would have to pass by her to squeeze through and pulled one of the books out of her book bag.

Amanda watched some of the other students come in. Both the girls and the boys looked awkward. Most of them were freshmen so, like her, they were still getting comfortable with all the nudity. She noticed that a few girls had no book bags, carrying books. She guessed they either had just one class or were absolutes like Kristie.

As she glanced over towards the end of her row, Amanda saw a boy squirming uncomfortably in his seat. She could tell he was trying desperately not to look at all of the nudity around him but was becoming very aroused. He had his book bag on his lap and seemed bent over in pain.

Immediately, Amanda felt sorry for the boy. She had no idea how an unwanted erection might feel but imagined it would be embarrassing and possibly painful, something like how her nipples felt when they were erect and pressing into her bra. A part of her brain was fascinated that she could feel the boy's embarrassment when she was sitting there butt naked and not feeling humiliated at all.

Amanda got to her feet and went down to sit next to the boy. He gave a little jump when he saw her and turned his body a bit away from her.

"Hi, I'm Amanda," she said, offering her hand in greeting.

The boy weakly took it. "I'm Bill. Bill Sanderson." She could tell that he was really embarrassed, unable to even look at her.

"Look Bill, I can tell that you are, um uncomfortable," she said kindly. "I am too, just horny all the time."

The boy looked at her, his eyes big as saucers. "You girls are feeling it too," he said in surprise. "I didn't realize you felt that way."

"Sure we do," she said. "You don't think you would be aroused if you had to walk around naked all of the time? Everyone watching you, seeing you nude?"

The boy nodded. "I guess I didn't think about it like that."

"You know, my friends and I were talking to our RA last night about providing relief," she said. "You know what that is right?"

The boy nodded, his eyes still huge. Every boy knew about relief and dreamed about it.

"Well, if you can make it through this class, maybe we can duck into an alcove or a closet and I can give you relief," she said shyly, not believing she was being so brazen.

"Oh thank you, thank you so much," Bill said. "I have been dying to ask someone but didn't know how."

"Now you don't have to," she said, patting his hand. "Let's meet in the hall after class okay?"

"Oh no, I am not leaving this classroom without you right next to me," he said, smiling for the first time. Amanda smiled back and scurried to her seat just in time for the professor to walk in.

Dr. Meredith Morgan was a stunning blonde. She looked to be about 30 and was in her second year at Blanke Schande College. It had taken her most of her first year to get adjusted to standing in front of a class of 40 freshmen wearing no clothing but today she felt confident. She was much more used to her nudity then they were and would take it in stride.

The class was a basic freshmen composition course and Amanda had always been good at writing. But she was having a tough time concentrating on Dr. Morgan. Her eyes were directed at the women's small but perky breasts pointing directly at the class as she spoke. The woman's nipples, like most of the girls at the college, were hard and pointy. Dr. Morgan had a little tuft of blonde hair over her vagina but everyone could see her clitoris hanging down out of its sheath.

As Dr. Morgan spoke, Amanda felt her own pussy getting wet and wondered if her clit was as big as her professor. She felt every whoosh of air flying into the room, every hand up seemed to cause more wind. She got lost in a dream world, where the only thing she could feel were her breasts and her nipples. She imagined feeling her knees bare against the floor and what a penis would taste like. She had never had one in her mouth but from touching one and feeling it in her pussy, she had an idea.

"Alright class, your assignment is on the syllabus. See you next time."

Dr. Morgan's closing words snapped Amanda out of her daydream. She realized that she had missed most of the lecture and hoped that this didn't continue. Her grades would be awful if it did.

She got to her feet and walked over to where Bill was standing. She took him by the hand and the two left the classroom. Over to the right, there was a window sill tucked away from the rest of the hallway. Amanda imagined that it was semi-private and led the boy to it. She dropped to her knees, feeling the cold flooring underneath them, and undid his jeans. She quickly pulled them down and freed his long cock from its confinement in her shorts and let it spring out. Amanda was fascinated by the penis, its soft skin and it's smooth feel. She kissed the tip, wanting to let her tongue run over it, wanting to taste it. She wrapped her mouth around the top of his shaft, eliciting a moan from the boy. Still on her knees, she pushed him towards the sill so he could lean against it for support.

And Bill needed it because the feelings emanating from his penis and running through his whole body was stronger than anything he had ever felt before. He put his hands on her head, letting his fingers run through her hair. This was beyond belief and he knew he would burst soon.

Amanda gagged a bit at the intrusion in her throat as Bill pushed her head deeper onto his shaft but quickly adjusted. She began moving her mouth up and down the boy's smooth shaft, letting her tongue run over the underside. From his moans, she knew she was doing something good. She felt his penis twitch in her mouth and then felt the hot spurts hit the back of her throat. Not knowing what to do, she swallowed the liquid as it filled her mouth, taking it all and savoring the taste of her first blowjob.

Finally the spurting stopped and she heard Bill groan in relief. The cock in her mouth got soft and Bill let her head go. She pulled her mouth off of the penis and saw it dangle lifelessly between the boy's legs, nothing like the monster it had been a few seconds ago.

Using the side of her hand, Amanda wiped the remnant of the act off onto her hand. "Well, if you ever need relief again, I'm your girl," she said smiling. "That was really nice."

Bill laughed. "Nice for you," he said sarcastically. "No, that was nice for me. Thank you so much. I never would have had the guts to ask for relief but I needed it so bad. My balls were aching. No offense."

The girl smiled. "None taken Bill. You tasted good. You are my first you know."

Amanda got to her feet and gave the boy a kiss on the cheek. "Want to walk to lunch with me," she asked. Bill nodded and the two walked towards the cafeteria hand in hand.