The School

This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad are welcome and all will be answered.

Chapter One

It was only a small advert in the "Daily Telegraph", but it intrigued me enough to send off for details. It was the name that prompted it, "The School for Sexual Awareness".

Now I'm a young man, healthy, work out in a gym and am as fit as a fiddle and think I know all that I need to know about the birds and the bees. But there have been times which made me wonder, like what did I do or say wrong the last time I was rebuffed by a pretty young thing at a party. Was it my manner, aftershave or was my technique past its sell by date?

I've had a good education, thanks to my parents, who are no longer around unfortunately. My mother died when I was still in my teens, my father a few months ago. His death was quite a shock as he wasn't really that old, but I've since come to terms with it. The life insurance has just come through which paid off the mortgage and has given me enough to live comfortably without making the effort to look for work.

My name is Smyth, (pronounced Smith); some snob of an ancestor must have changed the spelling to what it is now, and the Christian name being Willoughby, though I never make full use of it. Will is what I say when asked, and usually follow that up with, if it's a female, I will if you will. That's the kind of pick up line I've got to change. My age is twenty four, male, British by birth, Caucasian etc., well you know the drill.

A plain brown envelope dropped on the mat two weeks later, having forgotten about replying to the ad, and inside was a lengthy questionnaire that I thought was quite amusing. Below the heading of the school's name was a line, in heavy type, saying that all the answers would be in the strictest confidence. Another line said that if I had any problems of any interaction because of class, colour or creed, or with members of the same sex, I needn't bother filling out the said questionnaire. I didn't pick up the full meaning of the word "interaction" till I was at the school, but you'll see that as the story unfolds.

Then came the questions with little boxes to tick. I'm not going to put them all down here, there were three pages of the things; I'll just let you know the ones that were funny or relevant to the tale.

Did I ever indulge in any kind of sex with a person of the same gender? A/ Before maturity or B/ After maturity. I ticked A, because as a boy in a private school, I don't know of anyone who didn't have sessions where you jerked one another off to see who could shoot the furthest.

Had I ever had sex with an animal? The answer was definitely no to this one. Had I ever had sex with any member of my immediate family? Again no. There were lots more and I noticed a line that said if all the questions were not answered, there would be no further response from the school. Finally at the end, before the place for your signature and the date were the final lines. If the above form was acceptable, I would be hearing from them with regard to an interview, which if on passing, would be given a date for attendance at the school for three weeks. Living in with all meals etc. The fee was £1,500, which seemed quite high, but what the hell, I could afford it.

The questionnaire was duly sent off in the self addressed envelope provided, a stamp being needed to ensure the delivery and gave it no more thought. Until, that is, another brown envelope arrived two weeks later inviting me to an interview at an office in London.

I turned up at the address indicated and found that it was in an office block, but it seemed as though the office they used was rented purely for the day as the signs were of cardboard and taped to the doors. I entered into this small office that contained two desks with a chair in front of each, and six chairs lined round the walls. Behind one desk was a youngish man interviewing another young man, while a woman was conducting her interview of a female. I was waved to one of the empty chairs by the wall, so I sat down to wait my turn. I think I was early as there were two other people already waiting. I bid them both good morning and watched those behind the desks.

It appeared that the woman interviewed females and the man, the males. Soon it was my turn and I sat down and he introduced himself as Peter Taylor and the male instructor at the school and I would see him there the whole time if I was accepted. We ran through my questionnaire and in no time he shook my hand and said I was in. Then we sorted out the payment and I was given the address, date and time I was to present myself. I was also given an envelope with all the details and other pertinent instructions.

The school was in Hampshire and only one suitcase was allowed for toiletries and personal things, clothes not being needed as all would be supplied by the school. Special diets etc, would sorted out upon arrival. It went on about laundry and things like that, and the small print at the bottom said that if you left before the end of the course, no monies would be refunded.

I was one of the first off the train at the designated station and went out for a taxi. I saw some other young people come out after me and guessed that they were also bound for the same place as me. I had the taxi door open and called out if anyone wanted a lift for the school. But with being the first there, I sat in the front seat next to the driver. Four of them had surged forward so they had to cram themselves into the back and as only three suitcases could be fitted into the boot, they had to have the last one across their knees. I'd only brought a holdall which I carried on my lap. There wasn't time for introductions so it was just a matter of looking and trying to assess the others by their clothes, hairstyles and speech.

It was several miles outside of town, off the main road and down a country lane. The entrance itself wasn't that imposing, just an open, white painted five bar gate between two large oak trees.

The drive was gravelled and we passed a lodge, though it looked more of a small house, just past these trees we could then see the school set out in the middle of what appeared to be about four acres of ground.

It was a fairly new building but built in the style of the early Victorian period, with a portico at the top of about three steps which was where the taxi pulled up for us to get out. We piled out and I let the others sort out their cases from the boot while I only had my holdall.

With three of us being males, we each chipped in a pound, not asking the girls, to pay the driver for the fare having arrived at our destination.

We all seemed self-conscious as we trooped up these steps. Peter met us at the door and told us to leave our bags in the hall and led us through another door that had a number punch lock to open it. We followed him into a lounge where there were six other people present and we were invited to sit down somewhere. I recognized two people from the interview and the woman who entered after us as the one behind the other desk to Peter, who said a few words to him before taking her place beside him, facing us.

`Well, we thank you for being on time, though I'm afraid one of your number is going to be late. She missed the train and is to be expected to be here on the next one. My name is Peter as you men already know, and this is my wife Penny, as you girls also already know.

Now after going through the questionnaires and then the interview, you have been selected for this course which involves sex and nudity to which you all have accepted. But how many of you have been to a nudist beach or colony?' Three hands went up. `Well you shouldn't have any problem about the naked body then. So let's make the introductions, but before we begin, it's Christian names only here. No surnames are used at all. Now let's go round the room in turn. Please stand up and give your name, age, if you want to, and anything you might want to say. Please?' he indicated to the girl in the first chair by the door. She stood up, going slightly red in the face at being the first one of the group having to speak.

`My name is Connie Des...'

`No surnames please, Connie,' Penny admonished.

`Sorry. My name is Connie and I'm twenty one years of age.' She blushed as she sat down. The next girl along stood up.

I'm Deborah, though I like to be called Debbie,' she said with a smile, and I'm twenty four.'

My name is Martin. You can call me what you like,' he said with a smirk, and I'm also twenty four.'

`I was christened Katherine, but I prefer to be called Kathy. I'm half Chinese and half English and I'm twenty two years of age.' It was my turn now so I stood up.

`My name is Will. Take your pick what it is short for, but most would get it wrong. Oh, and I'm twenty four.'

`Zac is what I'm known as, but you've probably guessed that it's short for Zachariah. No I don't have twenty five siblings named alphabetically, but I am twenty five years old.'

`Ann. Twenty one.'

`David, but not Welsh and I'm twenty two.'

`Christopher, budding gynaecologist and twenty three years of age.'

Then I must be a proctologist,' some of us laughed at this. I'll explain to the rest of you later. My name is Ralph and I'm twenty four.'

`Oh, I'm the last one. I'm Leslie and I'm twenty three.'

Thank you all for that,' said Peter standing up, the last one to come is...' he looked toward Penny.

`Carol, and she is twenty three years old and should be with us very shortly. Now before we start getting together, let me say this. Don't make any attachments at the beginning, because we will be mixing you all up over the next three weeks. You will be sleeping in a dormitory while you are here. For tonight, there will be curtains between the beds. For tonight only! Then they will be drawn back because you have to integrate. There's no such thing as privacy here. The toilets do not have doors and there are six shower roses along one wall without divisions. You will soon get used to nudity and also not to be embarrassed to be seen having a crap. You sleep together, shower together and eat together. Also you will be having sex together.

Now the beds are numbered and the girls will take the odd numbers and the boys the even ones. So let's go and unpack into the bedside cupboards, suitcases to be placed under the bed, and we'll meet down here in ten minutes and have a drink before lunch. Oh, and one more thing,' Penny called out as we started to move. `We have a safe in the office for personal things such as money, credit cards, watches and the like. A bottle of wine between two at lunch and dinner is already paid for in the cost of the course, but any other drinks can be got at the bar and signed for. No cash is used and we settle up the bar bill every Monday morning. Okay, now follow me.'

We all trooped out of the lounge and picked up our bags which had been brought in through the locked door, and followed Penny up the stairs. They were thickly carpeted as was the lounge and hall and the temperature seemed quite high, and I started to feel uncomfortable with the warmth of the place. At the top of the stairs and off to the left were some swing doors, and on going through was like stepping into a hospital ward except that the floor was also carpeted. You could see two beds from the doorway, and then it was curtains screening the rest. At the far end, I could see what appeared to be the showers and I presumed, the toilets.

Bed number one was on the left as we went in and number twelve on the right. So it was to be girl boy girl on both sides of the dorm. The others started to break away and stop at a bedside and I picked the fourth on the right, number eight. This way I would have a girl on both sides of me.

It only took a few minutes to empty my holdall and shove it under the bed. I kept back my wallet and watch and moved out into the middle of the dorm and met Zac and Ralph as they came out from the showers.

`She was right! No doors and just a bank of shower heads. God help a timid person,' Zac said.

Okay everyone,' Peter called out from the doorway, clapping his hands to get our attention. Just one thing Penny forgot to mention. Soap! Please all use the soap that is provided. It's clinical and non-perfumed. All okay with that?' and at the lack of reply said, `Fine, now follow me and we'll go down to the bar for a quick one before lunch.'

Peter was talking as we went downstairs saying that we wouldn't see any members of the staff. All the rooms that we would be using were strictly off limits to them. Meals were all buffet style, laid out before our appearance, and cleared up after we had left. The same applied to the dormitory, and all doors had locks that could only be opened by punching in the right sequence of numbers. We would be given these after lunch.

From the staircase, we turned right and entered the bar. A small comfortable room that wouldn't have been out of place in any London club. There were four low tables, each with four chairs to one side, and four stools before a well stocked bar off to the left. Peter went behind the counter and said, `Right, the first drink is on the house, but if you want more, you sign a chit. Now who's first?'

When I came to be served I asked for a cold beer as I was quite hot. I remarked on the heat to Peter as he pulled up a pint, and he apologized for that and said that I would understand at the meeting after lunch. I sat down at one of the tables with Kathy, the half Chinese girl, and Ann. Martin joined us and we chatted about nothing, all being wary of saying the wrong thing until we got to know each other a little better. We had just about finished our drinks when Penny came into the bar with a girl following behind her.

This is Carol everyone and she says she's sorry to be late,' turning to her, Penny added, If you want a drink, you'll have to take it into lunch with you. You'll get to meet the others during lunch and in the classroom later.'

Lunch was announced, and we all trooped into the dining room where two long tables, either side of the room were laid out, one with six places, the other for eight, and another placed cross ways at the far end which displayed a large buffet. We all sorted ourselves out with regard to the seating and Penny called out that it was a buffet and that we had to serve ourselves. It was quite a spread, so I'm not going to describe all that was there, but just to say that it looked delicious and there was plenty for all. I had sat down at the six table with Kathy, Ann, Martin and our two hosts, Peter and Penny.

I'm not normally a lunch time eater, just generally pick at something light and have a decent dinner in the evening. But the buffet looked so good that I found myself filling my plate and polishing the lot off. I shared a bottle of red Chianti with Ann and thoroughly enjoyed the meal. I had just finished my wine when Peter rose from his chair and tapped on his wine glass to get everybody's attention.

Did you enjoy the meal?' There was a chorus of yes from all present. Well now it's time for the classroom.' He was poked in the ribs by Penny who whispered something to him. `Sorry. First it's to the office for any valuables you want to be locked up safe.'

We queued in turn and got a receipt for what we handed over, and then we were escorted to the classroom. It was quite large, about the size of the dining room and bar together, and I could see that there were eight large futons spread around the room, and a small pile of towels and some pots by each one. Near the door was a small stage like structure, I say small because it was only about eight inches higher than the surrounding floor, and only projected into the room by about five feet. We were asked to all sit down in front of this podium and Peter and Penny stood up on it before us.

Now after that lovely lunch, please don't fall asleep on us but pay attention.' She then undid the buttons of her shirt and took it off, revealing a large heavy pair of well rounded breasts. Everyone sat up much straighter at this sight. Thought that would get your attention,' she laughed. Then she undid the clip at the side of her waist and pulled off her skirt. She was wearing panties and we could all see quite clearly the triangle of hair between her upper thighs as these were taken off. She then held up a small sarong which she put round her waist and tucked in the ends.

`Now you've all seen what I've got and what I am now wearing. You've nearly all commented on the heat in the building, and this is why. This is all I will be wearing for the next three weeks and you will be doing the same.'

As she was speaking, Peter had taken off his shirt and then peeled off his shorts, letting everyone see his penis and balls before donning a similar sarong.

`During this course you will be naked for most of the time, but we are isolated within these walls, so there's no danger of outsiders looking in at you. The only time I recommend the wearing of the sarong is at meal times. You don't want hot soup or coffee spilt in your lap, do you? Especially the fellas!'

We all laughed at this and it seemed to break the ice. She turned to the wall behind her and pulled down a large chart of the female form, the other chart she pulled down was of the male.

She picked up a pointer and handed it to Peter. Turning back to the class, she continued, Now this first lesson is to familiarize you with the human body and the various names.' Penny touched her breasts and Peter pointed to them on both of the charts. These are called the mammary glands for both sexes. Now we call them by a variety of names. Please anyone?'

Hands went up, Breasts,' called out Debbie. Penny nodded. Tits,' from Zac. Another nod, Boobs,' said Connie. Right,' agreed Penny, and there are a lot more. I'm not going to go through them all because you probably know more than I do.' She then pulled off her sarong and put her finger on her pubic hair. Below this hair is the pudendum, the female genitals. This, and lots of bits inside go by so many different names as I think even Kathy there would know, yin for the female and yang for the male for example. The only word we don't like is cunt, because this has been used many times to mean something different. In fact, if we can dispense with all the derogatory words, we'll all get along without any problems. If, when you are with a partner and object to a particular word being used, say so, and the other should respect that wish. Now to continue...'

Penny then went on to describe all the names of the insides of a woman's cu...sorry, I'm not to use that word. Well you know what I mean as she went onto the erogenous zones of a woman and as she described them, Peter was pointing them out on the chart. She then turned to Peter who took off his sarong and she pointed out those places on a man's body.

Now ladies, please be careful with these,' she said as she cupped her hand under his balls. These are the testes. The testicles, balls but not bollocks. They are like the inner part of an egg, the yolk and the white. They're soft and delicate, but you can handle them, rub them, suck them and gently fondle them and that is about all. Please don't squeeze unless you intend to disable him for a very long time. One of the worse things for a man down there is testicular cancer. All men should often feel them to check for any lumps.'

`Is that what men are doing in public? I thought they were just scratching themselves,' shouted out Carol, causing much laughter from the girls.

Terrible habit isn't it. Like when they scratch their arse as well,' laughed Penny. But seriously, this also applies to a woman's breast. Always check for lumps. Breast cancer is a real danger.'

She had gone on without the slightest sign of embarrassment at her lengthy discourse whilst being completely naked, the same for Peter standing alongside her, but now she put her sarong back on as did Peter.