Tina - Naked In Teacher Training College

Chapter 3

TUESDAY

I was having this dream and I was trapped. Someone was holding me down and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t escape.

Then the alarm went off and I shrieked. Someone WAS holding me down. "What?" mumbled a sleepy voice.

Then I remembered last night. Oh my God, how could I have done all those things? And now I was lying here naked in bed, with an equally naked man behind me, his arm around me, his hand resting on my breast.

I jumped up and raced to my dressing gown and pulled it round me, fumbling as I tried to tie it.

Henry looked up at me and yawned. "Don’t you think it’s a bit late for that?"

"You seduced me," I accused.

"You didn’t seem to mind last night."

"Did we?" I asked, not daring to say the word.

"Don’t you remember?"

I could feel my embarrassment as I went through everything I could remember of last night.

"No, we didn’t," I said finally.

"Would it matter if we had?" he asked.

"Yes. I’m not the sort of girl who…"

"Fucks on first dates? Let’s face it, Tina. You’re not the sort of girl who fucks on any date."

"Well, what’s wrong with that? Just because… You said it yourself, I’m a virgin so I’m a challenge you can’t resist."

"Tina…" he began gently.

"You just want me to…"

"Fuck?" he offered.

I pulled a face. "Have sex with you, then you can move on to some other conquest."

"Tina. Last night, if I’d wanted to make love to you, you’d have let me and you know it."

"No, I wouldn’t," I denied angrily, knowing I was lying. Obviously then he hadn’t wanted to have sex with me. Obviously I was a disappointment. Damn it!

"And as for that," he said, equally angrily, pointing at my pussy, which I was instinctively protecting with my hands even though it was perfectly covered by my dressing gown, "it’s going to get looked at and felt up and fingered like crazy today, so you’d better get used to it," he finished brutally.

He grabbed his clothes and pulled on his jeans.

I knew I didn’t want him to go. "Henry," I said desperately, reaching for his arm. "Touch me."

He pushed past me. "Not a chance. You’d be accusing me of raping you next." And he was gone.

In my frustration I kicked my door shut and only ended up hurting my toes.

I grabbed my washing things and a towel and headed for the showers. As I was about to go in, one of the boys from last night saw me as he was coming out of the boys’ showers. "Hi, gorgeous. Aren’t you supposed to be using our showers?"

He opened the door for me and I shook my head. "It’s okay. I don’t really need one."

I turned to go back to my room, but he was in front of me in a second. "Gone shy on me? That was quite a show you put on last night."

I felt tears well up in my eyes.

"Hey," he said more gently. "You enjoyed it. We enjoyed it. No one got hurt. What’s wrong with that?"

I shook my head and felt a tear run down my cheek.

"You know," he continued, "a lot of people are going to want to touch you today. Do you really want to be all sweaty and smelly?"

I made myself say lightly, "Are you trying to tell me I smell?"

"Terribly," he said, holding his nose. He looked so ridiculous that I had to laugh.

"That’s better. Now why don’t you come into the shower and I’ll help wash you."

"See?" I snapped. "You pretend you’re trying to help me and all you want is a piece of this." I opened my dressing gown.

"Hey. If I want pussy, I don’t have any problems getting any. I don’t need to force myself on anyone who doesn’t want me. And you shouldn’t be wearing that dressing gown by the way, even in the block." Then his eyes softened and he continued, "Look, come and have a shower and I won’t touch you or let anyone else touch you. But you’d better be quick. It’s almost half past eight. In ten minutes you’ll have to let people touch you."

That made up my mind.

I stood in the shower, my eyes closed, feeling at least some of the tension slip away. Then I opened my eyes and saw him watching me.

"You can wash me if you like," I offered.

He didn’t need asking twice.

After a minute or two, I giggled, "I think I’m clean down there now."

"I’d better just check…" and he slipped a finger into me.

I gasped. "I didn’t say…"

He pulled it out, and said quickly, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…"

I took his hand and pushed his finger back into me. "Don’t you dare stop now."

He didn’t and I felt my legs give way, so he held me, and not removing his finger, he slowly lowered me to the floor. I came so hard I banged my head on the back of the shower.

Then I noticed we had an audience. Not only were there some other boys watching, but some girls had pushed their way in as well.

"Oh God. After last night and now this. What will they think of me?"

He turned the shower off. "That you’re in the Program?" he offered. Shit, I must have said that last thought out loud.

"Reasonable Request," said one of the boys. "I want to check how clean you are too."

I knew I couldn’t say no, so I nodded. I guessed I might as well get used to it. I sat up and leant back on my hands, sighing quietly as I spread my legs.

Several of them checked I was properly clean, and I tried not to tense up, not too successfully, but at least I managed to resist the urge to leap up and run away. Then "I’ll have a piece of that" came from one of the girls.

I must have looked as shocked as I felt because another girl laughed, "I don’t know if she’s quite ready for that yet, Marie."

Marie looked at me, walked over and bent down. Her finger lightly touched my pussy.

She smiled and said, "Maybe not now, but later."

I got up and had another quick shower with them all watching, then hurried to my room to get ready for class. I was shocked at how "okay" I felt about the last few minutes.

I was NOT looking forward to the first seminar. It was Program Studies with Mrs. Porter and I knew she might want me for demonstrations or something.

"Where were you this morning for the Reasonable Requests time?" she asked me with just a trace of sharpness.

I didn’t have to answer. Someone from my floor yelled out, "Sorry, we kept her really busy with requests in the shower."

"Oh." She looked mollified. "Please remember, Tina, during the twenty minutes before first class and the twenty minutes after last class you should be either in the main hall or outside it for requests.

"You mean spread it around, Mrs. Porter?" someone called. Most of them laughed at that, and even I couldn’t suppress a smile.

"That’s not quite the way I would have put it, but yes."

For the demonstration, she picked two others from the Program group, one girl and one boy. They were both quite confident.

"Would you go out the door please, then come back in, just as if you were in the Program at school and I was the teacher?" she asked them.

When they came back in, she said, "Ah, right then. You two can stay at the front. We’re studying sexual response today. Sit on these two chairs. I want you both to masturbate until you cum." (Oh dear, this is the first time I’ve ever written that word down spelt like that. But everyone tells me that’s the way to spell it when you mean… well, you know.)

They both hesitated.

"Come on then. We don’t have all morning."

Looking rather embarrassed at having to do that in front of the group, they began.

Then she stopped them. "Okay, thank you. You can both sit down." She turned to the rest of us and asked, "Who can tell me what was wrong with that?"

One of the boys answered, "You didn’t ask them if they wanted relief?"

"You are correct, but that’s not what I’m looking for. Anyone else?"

"You were very abrupt, but you didn’t ask them anything that they didn’t have to do," I volunteered.

"She didn’t ASK us anything," said Amy, the girl of the pair.

"We’re getting closer," said Mrs. Porter. "Amy, Tony, tell me how you felt."

"Angry actually," said Tony.

"Yeah," agreed Amy. "I mean, I knew it was an exercise and all that, but I felt like I was just a prop and I didn’t matter at all."

"Okay," said Mrs. Porter. "There were a number of things wrong, apart from not asking them if they wanted relief, or, in this situation, explaining why I didn’t want them to take relief." She began to count them off with her fingers.

"First, I didn’t address either of them by name the whole time. That gives the impression before I even get them to do anything that who they are doesn’t matter.

"Then, as Amy correctly said, I didn’t ask them, I told them. Now, they didn’t have a right to refuse anyway, but there was no need to rub that in. Somebody struggling with the Program already doesn’t need to have it emphasised how powerless they are.

"Next, my tone of voice and the way I barked at them impatiently, sometimes while not even looking at them, all that went together to give the impression that they were just there to be used and that their feelings didn’t matter. That they weren’t people any more, just useful props for the lesson.

"And finally, using the two of them together like that rather than one at a time further depersonalises them as just the male prop and the female prop. Any questions?"

There were none.

"Okay, now I’ll show you how you can do the same thing, but without creating the same negative atmosphere. I’m going to pick the shyest person in our small group here."

Everyone but EVERYONE looked at me.

Mrs. Porter smiled, "I guess you’ve been volunteered. Tina, isn’t it?"

"Yes," I answered nervously.

"Okay, if you would step outside and come back in, just as they did."

This was really nerve-wracking. I closed and reopened the door…

"Ah, Tina. Normally I’d have to ask if you wanted relief, but would you mind sitting here first?"

She waited for me to sit down, then explained, "Today we are studying female sexual response. Now, Tina, can you please show us how you would make yourself cum?"

"Do I actually have to do it?" I asked.

She smiled. "Please. Don’t be nervous, most of the others here are going to have to do this or something similar at some time."

Easy for her to say "don’t be nervous", I thought.

I began to dip a finger into myself and shut my eyes to try to pretend they weren’t all watching me. I was dry as anything. After fingering myself for what seemed like ages, I finally admitted, "I can’t."

"It’s okay, dear. That teaches us one, very important thing about female response. It isn’t like the male sexual response. It can’t just be turned on in a moment, most of the time anyway. Atmosphere, the situation, who a girl is with, the way she is treated, all go together to bring about a response."

She turned back to me, "Now if you close your eyes, I’m going to ask Tony to try to turn you on. You can imagine yourself with anyone you like."

Tony began stroking my arms, then ran his fingers lightly up the inside of my thighs. He kissed my breasts, not just the nipples, but all over, then he stroked the outside of my pussy.

"Thank you, Tony. Think you can take it from there, Tina?"

I wasn’t exactly dry any more and that’s an understatement.

I kept my mind on Tony as I rubbed myself. I had to get off the chair and onto the floor so I could lie flat and finger myself even harder. Remembering last night and the boys’ reaction made me feel even hotter until finally I came, my back arching rigid.

I collapsed, totally out of breath.

When I opened my eyes again, I could see under some of the tables that I’d definitely had an effect on some of the boys.

"You can sit down again, Tina, when you feel up to it."

The rest of them laughed and this time I really laughed with them.

"Okay, you all see the difference. What was the worst thing you felt, Tina?" I’d got back to my seat but I was still breathing hard. "It’s okay, take your time."

"When I was so dry, it was really embarrassing."

"And you’ll notice, I tried to take the pressure a little bit off of you by using Tony here, and unless I’m imagining things, that helped." We all laughed at that. "Did you feel at any time like your feelings didn’t matter or that you weren’t being treated as a person?"

"No," I admitted, "but it was still embarrassing."

"And it probably will be for many students, boys as well as girls. Masturbating in front of a class is always going to be difficult. Sometimes it might be impossible, the same as some wannabe porn stars unable to keep an erection in front of the camera. But it’s your job as teachers to make a difficult situation as pleasant and supportive as possible. But do remember, ultimately there will always be some who cannot, no matter what you do, become aroused or stay aroused when asked to perform in front of people."

"What about me?" whined Tony. "All wound up and nowhere to go."

"Yeah," said his sidekick, Amy. "Tina, the least you can do is bring him off."

"I…"

"That’s probably only fair," said Mrs. Porter. "After all, he did help you out. Come up here again, Tony… Tina."

Now this was even more embarrassing. What if I couldn’t?

Tony seemed to sense my fears, "It’s okay, Mrs. Porter, I was only joking," he said. How nice was that.

But she insisted, "Too late now."

This was weird. He seemed more embarrassed than I felt. I knelt down in front of him and gripped his penis. It didn’t get particularly hard.

There was no way I was going to let everyone think I couldn’t make him cum, so I took him into my mouth and sucked!

That caught him, and everyone else, by surprise. I bobbed up and down on his cock until…

"I’m gonna…"

I pulled my head away just as he came. A large glob landed on my chin, some more on my shoulder, the rest on the floor.

"You two can go and get cleaned up," said Mrs. Porter. "Amy, as this was your idea, you can get some tissues to clean up the floor before someone slips and hurts themselves."

Tony and I went to the cleaner’s sink as it was closest. I quickly used some wet paper towels to clean myself, and he did the same.

"I thought you were shy," he said. "I wasn’t expecting that."

I giggled. "Neither was I. But I didn’t want everyone thinking I couldn’t do it, after you’d got me going. That would have been even more embarrassing."

"Well, thanks anyway," he said. He gave me a peck on the cheek.

Back in the seminar, Mrs. Porter collected in our journals so far and then told us, "This week’s Program students. In the first seminar after lunch, you are going to read out your journals to share them with the group."

Oh dear. There were some things I might have put differently (or not at all) if I'd known that beforehand.

The other seminars that morning were not Program-related, so I won’t bother to write about them here.

Instead of sitting with the other proggies (as we were rapidly being called) in the canteen, I went and found Henry. He was still mad at me, so I ended up back with the other proggies.

I was so upset, I didn’t even care when, one after another, boys started fingering me and playing with my boobs.

Marie came past me and I must have looked worried, because she said, "It’s okay. I can wait till tomorrow. I’ve got plans for you."

"What pl…?" but she’d already walked away with an infuriating grin on her face.

As we’d been warned, in the first seminar after lunch we had to read out our first day’s journal, which was really embarrassing. My only consolation was that the other proggies seem to be at least a little embarrassed as well, even Tony and Amy.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty standard, a tutorial, where we didn’t get a word in, on psychology, and a presentation by final-year students on using drama in lessons.

That went over time, so it was past "Request" time when we got out, but I had one more surprise to come as I walked out of the lecture hall.

"Tina!"

It was Amy. She couldn’t be mad at me for giving her boyfriend a blowjob, could she? After all, wanking him off had been her idea!

"Yes?"

"I’ve got a Reasonable Request."

"It’s past time," I said.

"That’s okay, I don’t mind." And she kissed me. I mean, really kissed me. Her hand was on my bum holding me close and her tongue was exploring my mouth. When she let me go, I gasped.

"I just wanted to thank you," she explained.

"What for?" I was still a bit breathless after that unexpected experience.

"Surprising him like that. He’s so blasé about everything and he was almost speechless after your little display."

"I know the feeling."

Of course, who would pass us at that moment?

"Tomorrow, darling. Something special," said Marie with a grin as she patted my bum.

I ate alone in the canteen, still trying to get my head around the past twenty-four hours and not succeeding. And the last few minutes with Amy, then Marie… I couldn’t even go there.