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 Prof.  Be on Research and Resumés
   by be287m
   "Now class, today we're going to talk about research and resumés.  The
former will help your stories quite a bit and the latter is the result of
the former.
   "I hope you mean hands on research!" Jeremy Jr.  called from the back.
That brought titters from Miss Ali and Miss Friday, but fortunately both of
them remained in their seats.
   "Yes, that's exactly what I mean," I replied.  "How better to be able to
describe doing something than to have actually done it?" That brought a
round of titters but I didn't let it stop me.
   "For example, Miss Auryn, could you please give us a little twirl?"
Auryn nodded and bounded out of her seat, coming to the front of the
classroom.  She paused, hands on hips, until she was sure she had the
attention of every person in class.  Of course, giving Auryn their full
attention wasn't hard for Gentle Jr.  and Eddie.  Their eyes were large in
anticipation.
   Once Auryn had all the room's eyes, she twirled.  It was slow and
steady, but still managed to make her skirt rise.  When she was done, there
was spontaneous applause.
   "Now class, can you describe what you saw?  How her skirt moved?  How
her arms were held?  The look in her eye?" There were a chorus of yeses and
no's from the room.
   "It's not just trying to look under her skirt," I said.  "You want the
entire experience.  The trick is to Pay Attention."
   With that, I wrote PAY ATTENTION on the board.  Several students
immediately copied it down.  Unfortunately, not enough of them were male.
Somehow I suspected that women would be bitching about those clueless males
in years to come.
   "Now, Auryn, would you be willing to twirl again?"
   "Oh, Yes!"
   Auryn once again waited until she had all eyes upon her and then began
to turn.  This time there were more gasps and another round of applause.  I
motioned for her to take her seat when we were done.
   "Now, since you were paying attention, what did you observe this time?"
I asked.  The class started throwing out ideas and I dutifully wrote them
down on the board.  I was silently impressed with the answers they put up.
Of course, they all were progeny of talented erotica writers, so I
shouldn't have been surprised.
   "Now," I said, once the discussion had seemed to wind down, "this was a
pretty easy challenge.  All you had to do was passively watch Auryn.  It's
still necessary to pay attention when you're actively engaged in other
activities as well.  Can I have two volunteers?"
   Hands shot up and I pointed to Miss Friday and Artytwelve.
   "Since you two did such a good job during our last demonstration, would
you be willing to volunteer again?" They both agreed and came forward.  I
had Miss Friday sit on the edge of my large desk, facing the class, her
legs swinging free.
   "Now Arty, I want you to kneel before Miss Friday and use your lips and
tongue to pleasure her.  The trick is, when you're done I'm going to ask
you to describe everything you experienced, much like we did with Auryn's
twirling.
   "Oh boy!" Arty cried out.  He knelt down and Miss Friday hiked up her
skirt and skimmed her panties off.  Arty began by kissing both her thighs
before he began to lick her clit.  I turned back to the class.
   "I want the rest of you to watch them both and jot down your
observations in your notebooks." There was a small clatter as binders got
opened and textbooks got shoved to the side.  Miss Friday was making small
moans and whimpers as Arty continued licking and suckling.  Friday began to
caress her breasts through her blouse.  I looked over her shoulder down at
Arty.  He was concentrating on her pleasure, but not looking up much.  I
looked back into the crowd.
   "Zap," I said, and then motioned for him to come forward.  He quickly
bounded up and I pointed towards Friday's breasts.  She opened her blouse
for him and he was soon suckling her nipples, increasing her gasps.  I
pleasantly noticed that he was not twisting her nipples as he played with
them.  Friday began to buck and moan.  I glanced down again and noted that
Arty had slid a finger inside her as he continued to caress her clit with
his tongue.  He began speeding up, in time with her gasps, and soon the two
boys brought Miss Friday to a shrieking, shuddering orgasm.  This brought
another round of applause from the crowd.  Possibly more, I realized.  Some
students were writing one handed, their other hands tucked out of sight
under their desks.  I told Arty and Zap to return to their seats but had
Friday remain on the edge of my desk.
   "Now, Arty, did you notice when Zap undid Miss Friday's blouse?" He
shook his head no.
   "Class?" I asked.  I pointed to Roxie's raised hand.
   "He didn't.  Friday opened it for him." I nodded and Arty looked
abashed.
   "So what did you notice?" I asked.  Arty gave a description and when he
was done, I had the class contribute additional observations.  As it wound
down, I walked back over to Miss Friday.
   "Can you handle another round?" I whispered in her ear.  She nodded
vigorously.
   "Now, let's see what happens when someone with more experience gives it
a shot.  Frankie, would you please come to the front of the class."
   A collective gasp went up from the room.  Frankie, son of the legendary
Frank Downey, was well renowned for his pussy eating skills.  I suspected
that most of the girls in the school, including the teachers, had had the
pleasure of his talents at one point or another.
   Frankie sauntered forward, shot me a grin, and then stopped to talk with
Miss Friday in a low voice.  I couldn't make out what he'd said, but she
blushed.  Then he turned and dropped to his knees in front of her.
   I was well aware that part of his success was that Miss Friday had
already been primed by Artytwelve and Zap.  Frankie still brought her to
three distinct orgasms in under five minutes.  Miss Friday finally pushed
his head away, being too sensitive to continue.  She did whisper that to
him, confirming that it was not his abilities that were the cause of the
stoppage.  I motioned for Frankie to sit next to her on my desk.
   We did another round of "what did you observe?" and this time Frankie
had more to contribute than the other class members.  He didn't miss a
trick.  Finally I turned to the class again.  We only had a few minutes
left.
   "Now class, I want you to notice a few things.  Frankie's been sitting
next to Miss Friday for several minutes.  What has he done?" He'd put her
arm around her, letting her snuggle in, and most of the class noticed that.
   "What hasn't he done?" I asked.
   "Pawed her tits!"
   "Tried to fuck her!"
   "Been all over her!"
   "Absolutely," I said.  "And one other thing.  He also hasn't moved away
from her.  He hasn't made her feel unwanted or undesirable by immediately
leaving, which is something a lot of guys do after they have their own
orgasm." That observation brought a small murmur from the crowd.
   "Which brings me to the second part of this lecture," I said.  "Frankie
has obviously done a lot of research on performing oral sex on a woman.  He
pays attention, which aids in both his performance and his ability to write
about it.  What else does it do?"
   "Makes me wet!" Auryn called.  A round of titters filled the room.
   "Exactly," I said.  I turned to Miss Friday.
   "Assuming you were not involved with someone else, would you let Frankie
perform oral sex on you again?"
   "Absolutely!" she cried.  I turned back to the crowd.
   "And ladies, how many of you would let Frankie perform oral sex on you
if you weren't involved with someone else?" A field of hands shot up.  "And
would let him do more than just oral?" I probed.  Most of the hands stayed
up.
   "And, if you hadn't seen it, how many of you would let him go down on
you just because Friday recommended him." Some hands shot back up.  I
smiled and motioned to my two students to return to their seats.
   "*That* is Frankie's resumé," I stated.  "He demonstrated he was good at
something, and now he's known for it.  He'll have no trouble getting repeat
encounters or new encounters once his resumé is known." I paused, making
sure I had the full attention of the boys.
   "So Paying Attention, even if it doesn't provide a lot of research for
your stories, has other benefits.  I highly recommend it." I let that sink
in for a moment.
   "Professor Be?"
   "Yes, Miss Friday?"
   "I want to have `World Class Blowjob Artist' on my resumé.  Any idea how
I can get started?"
   I glanced at my watch.  We had enough time left in the period.  Plus,
Principal Rod wouldn't mind if we ran over.
   "Well, why don't you begin now?" I suggested.  Miss Friday clapped her
hands and some of the guys immediately began adjusting the bulges in their
pants.
   "Any other ladies that would like to help, can, of course." That brought
more clapping and the boys started moving toward the volunteering girls.  I
made sure there was no crowding or pushing.
   Then I returned to my desk to watch from a distance.  I still had
tomorrow's lecture on Orgy Research to prepare.  --fin- (C) 2005.  All
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