How to Have Sex with a Dog – Part 1: The Teacher’s Pet

Barbie Lez is a famous journalist and world-renowned trend chaser. Not only does she immerse herself in the latest trends, but she writes all about it for the entire world to read. There is no assignment too small, no obstacle too big. She has collected more Pokémon than any other person. She has explored the far reaches of the world. She even described her first sexual experience in great detail. Some claim she only became famous because she is young, hot, and a lesbian. While there is no way of knowing the true cause for her fame, the fact that she is only 22 years old is quite an accomplishment in itself.

Rumors have been circulating that the intrepid reporter has agreed to investigate the very latest, and most controversial, trend of all. Bestiality School. Here is a quick description in case you are unaware of the peculiar nature of this trend:

Bestiality School is the name of an innovative new company. Taking advantage of the recent countrywide repeal of the laws against bestiality, the upstart company has designed incredibly detailed and immersive sets where clients can, for a fee, interact with animals in a sexual manner. Everything is supervised and each client is assigned their very own teacher. While it is possible to have sex with a wide variety of animals, the most popular package is by far the How to Have Sex with a Dog bundle. But the How to Have Sex with a Stallion bundle is quickly gaining ground.

While the rumors concerning Barbie’s involvement in this unique and perverse trend have yet to be confirmed, readers around the world eagerly await Miss Lez’s next article.

—Prologue—

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” I muttered. I was standing on the curb, trying to work up the nerve to enter the massive building that stood before me. I read the name over the door for the hundredth time, as if that would somehow help.

Bestiality School

It sounded so innocent, yet I knew my life would forever change the second I set foot inside. I still couldn’t believe I had agreed to write an entire book about my first bestiality experience. Then again, who in their right mind would refuse the opportunity to try the very latest trend for free? Not to mention the million dollars the publisher had promised me upon receipt of the first draft. But in order to become the world’s richest trend chaser, I would first have to overcome my fears.

Just focus on the bright side, I told myself. It’s what I did whenever I got scared. And right now, I was terrified.

“All right,” I muttered, doing my best to ignore the little voice in the back of my mind that told me it was a bad idea. “Here is a list of all the positive aspects of completing this assignment. One: I’ll be getting a million dollars. Plus a very hefty percentage of all book sales. Two: I love animals. Three: I have always been curious about bestiality. Four: I will never forgive myself if I back down now.”

I could have also come up with an extensive list of reasons why attending bestiality school was a bad idea, but I chose to ignore them. I simply closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, then strode up the steps leading to the building. Moments later I was over the threshold and beyond the point of no return.

“I have an appointment,” I told the hot young woman at the front desk.

“Name?”

“Barbie Lez.”

Her eyes widened. Clearly she knew who I was.

“M-Miss Love is waiting for you,” she stuttered after a few seconds of uncontrolled gawking. “Please proceed through that door.” She gestured to a nearby set of double doors. A massive security guard towered on either side of the entrance.

“Thanks,” I told the secretary. I was nervous, but I forced myself to stand straight and walk with purpose. The security guards bowed their heads as I approached and opened the doors for me.

“Thanks, guys,” I said as I strolled past them. I can’t be sure, but I think they smiled.

I strode down the massive corridor that stretched out before me, my footsteps echoing in the empty space. The walls were white, as was the domed ceiling. Though there were no lights, I had no trouble seeing. It took me a while to figure out the floor was shining. I had no idea how such a thing was possible, but it made me realize just how technically advanced the Bestiality School building was. I couldn’t help wondering what new wonders I would discover next.

It took a while, but I finally reached the end of the hall. There were three doors. Each one had two words engraved upon it. The one to my right read “Changing Room”. To my left stood “The Classroom.” The third and final door was the one I was looking for.

“Miss Love,” I muttered, reading the sign. I was incredibly nervous, yet still I reached out and rapped my knuckles against the wooden surface.

“Come in,” said a sweet voice from within.

I reached for the handle, but the door swung open before I could grab hold. A fancy office was revealed. At least I think it was fancy, but my mind went completely blank when I noticed the woman sitting behind a massive oak desk. She was unequivocally the hottest woman I had ever seen. Platinum-blond hair. Luscious lips. Penetrating blue eyes. Firm, natural breasts. A butt you can bounce a quarter off of. Though I couldn’t see it, I knew she must have a tight, clean-shaven pussy. In many ways, she and I were quite similar. In fact, we probably could have passed for sisters.

“You must be Miss Lez,” said the woman as she stood up and made her way around the desk.

I tried to speak, but no words came out.

“I’m Candy Love, but everyone just calls me Candy.”

“I’m Barbie,” I managed to mutter, though I immediately realized my identity had already been established. What was wrong with me? Never before had I been intimidated by beautiful women. But Candy was in a league of her own. The mere sight of her scantily-clad body made be wet beyond repair. All I could do was hope my pre-cum wasn’t soaking through my shorts. That would have been embarrassing.

“Shall we get started?” offered Candy. She was back behind her desk, hands hovering over her computer keyboard.

“Sure,” I managed to say. The more time passed, the more I grew accustomed to Candy’s intoxicating beauty. It was only a matter of time before I fully recovered.

“As was explained in the introduction video you were sent upon scheduling your appointment,” began Candy, “the goal of Bestiality School is to teach you how to have sex with whichever animal you select. I have been assigned to you and will remain your teacher for the duration of your program.”

My heart skipped a beat. I had been so focused on Candy’s flawless physique that I had completely forgotten about the fact that I would require a teacher. I couldn’t wait for her to teach me all there was to know about bestiality.

“Your first class will begin tomorrow morning at eight o’clock,” explained my sexy teacher. “All that will be required of you today is to select a syllabus package. There are many different options available, each one equally enjoyable, yet entirely unique.”

She pressed a few keyboard keys and the computer screen I only now realized was facing me came to life. As the images flashed on the screen, Candy explained the specifics of each package. There were different difficulty levels, ranging from introductory to professional. There were different lengths, from one-hour intro courses to ten-day advanced programs. My publisher had selected the 5-day package, so I didn’t have to bother figuring out which option was best for me. All I had to do was select the type of animal I would be having sex with. Candy walked me through the vast selection, explaining the pros and cons of each. There were the basic cats, dogs and horses. But there were also pigs, bears and lions. One of the packages even offered the opportunity to have sex with an elephant. As incredible as that would undoubtedly be, I feared it would be too much for a first-timer like me to handle. In the end, I chose to go with one of the basic packages. The How to Have Sex with a Dog 5-Day Training. According to Candy, it was their most popular package.

Once my choice was made, Candy proceeded to explain how my training would be handled. Though she refused to provide any details—she said it was to avoid ruining the surprise—she explained my education would occur over the course of five days. Each course would have its own theme and Candy would always be there to answer any question I may have. Speaking of questions, she offered to address any concerns I harbored. The only problem was that I was too overwhelmed by the complexity of it all to think of a single question.

“Here’s my card,” she said, handing me a small square of cardboard with her name and number written on it. “That’s my home number,” she added as she flipped it over. “Don’t hesitate to call if you have and questions or concerns.”

Was she saying she wanted me to call her at home or was she simply being nice? I didn’t know, and at the moment I was a little too overwhelmed to care. I had just agreed to have sex with no less than five dogs. Figuring out whether or not Candy liked me could wait.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m afraid I will have to ask you to leave,” said Candy as she stood up. “My next appointment is about to begin.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” I said as I scrambled to my feet. It wasn’t until my trembling fingers failed to grasp my purse and it toppled off my knees that I realized just how nervous I was. I bent down to pick it up, but Candy beat me to it.

“Don’t worry,” she told me. “I know it can be quite intimidating, but I promise you’ll love it.”

I’m not sure why, but that made me feel better. Though I had only just met Candy, I could tell she was an honest person. If she claimed I would have a good time, then that was exactly what I would have.

—Part 1: The Teacher’s Pet—

I was so excited at the thought of seeing Candy again that I arrived a full half hour early. But then I remembered how nervous I was at the thought of having sex with a dog, and I spent the next twenty minutes in my car. With the five minutes it took me to enter the building and make it past both the secretary and the security guards, I was only five minutes early. Candy must have been waiting for me, because her office door was open and she waved me in before I could even knock.

“Good morning, Miss Lez,” she said, her lips curling into the sexiest smile I had ever seen.

I was once again shocked by how beautiful she was. She now wore a black, skintight dress. Not only did it make her eyes pop, but it hugged her frame with utter perfection. The mere sight of it—or rather the sublime body that lay beneath—was enough to make me wet. Resisting the urge to reach out and kiss her was nearly impossible, but I somehow managed it. I continued gawking at her until I realized it had been nearly a minute and still I had yet to speak.

“‘Morning,” I finally muttered. Then, after a short pause, I added, “Please call me Barbie.”

“Very well, Barbie, are you ready for your first day of bestiality school?”

I was terrified, but also incredibly excited. This was the most extreme trend I had ever investigated. Either I would fall in love with bestiality or I would lose my nerve and blow the biggest deal of my entire career. In other words, I was nowhere near ready.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said honestly.

Candy chuckled.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll have a blast. I promise.”

I’m not sure why, but I believed her. Perhaps it’s because I had the world’s biggest crush on her. Or maybe it’s because she was the closest thing to a bestiality expert there was and I respected her for it.

“Here’s your outfit for the day,” said Candy, gesturing to the small stack of clothes that stood atop her desk.

“Outfit?”

“Each class has a different theme,” she explained. “Outfits will be provided for you. You may proceed to the changing room. By the time you emerge, I will be in the classroom. Simply wait for the light to turn green, then enter.”

I muttered something that could pass for an “okay” and grabbed the small stack of clothes. I turned to leave, but only made it a few steps before Candy’s voice brought me to a halt.

“I almost forgot,” she said. “We employ the latest in holographic technology to animate our classrooms. Most of what you see will be holograms. Only us, a few basic pieces of furniture and your lover will be real.”

“O-okay,” I stuttered. For some reason, learning about the holograms made me more nervous than the prospect of having sex with a dog. Thank god I had an outfit to put on or I would have spent the next few minutes—or hours—trying to figure out why I felt this way.

I made my way to the changing room. It was a small space with a single locker, a bench and a mirror. I locked the door and got to work. Getting undressed was easy—I had worn a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Getting dressed was slightly trickier. Not because of the complexity of the outfit, but rather the snugness of it. The bra and panty set I had been given were skimpy they only covered the bare minimum. The plaid skirt that made up the first half of my outfit was so short it barely covered my butt. As for the plain white blouse, it came without buttons. I was forced to tie it into a knot, which left every inch of my cleavage on display. I looked like a slutty schoolgirl. You wouldn’t catch me dead wearing such an outfit in public. Still, I was rather excited at the prospect of parading my nubile body in front of Candy.

Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I unlocked the changing room door and emerged into the hallway. As promised, Candy was no longer in her office. I turned to the door marked with the words “The Classroom.” A few inches below the engraving stood what I had initially believed to be a peephole. Only now it glowed red, which told me it was in fact the light Candy had told me about. Once it turned green, I could enter.

I was grateful for the opportunity to gather myself. Or rather I would have been had the light not turned green moments after I noticed it.

“This it is,” I muttered. I took a deep breath, reached out and twisted the knob. The door swung open. I could easily have peeked in, but I chose to keep my gaze down until I was inside the room. Only once the door was closed did I look up. What I found was quite unexpected.

I was in a classroom. While the engraving on the door should have been a clear indicator, I had assumed it was merely a name. Yet there stood Candy, wearing the sexiest teacher’s uniform I had ever seen. Behind her stood a chalkboard, upon which the words “Miss Love – Sex Ed. 101” were written in chalk. Before her stood a massive oak desk. It was similar to the one in her office, only slightly smaller. Beyond the desk were five rows of five small desks. All but one of the desks were occupied. I studied the students. They were all girls and had on uniforms that were similar to mine. I say “similar” because theirs actually covered up most of their bodies. The skirts came down to their knees, and their blouses actually had buttons, of which only the top one remained unfastened.

All eyes were on me. I had never been good at public speaking—that’s why I had chosen to become a writer—so I just stood there, frozen in shock. I kept telling myself none of it was real, but it didn’t work. The students were so lifelike I had trouble believing they were holograms.

“You must be our new student,” suddenly said Candy, snapping me out of my stunned trance.

I wished Candy had told me the basics in advance, but it was too late for that. I played along, introducing myself and taking a seat when prompted. On my way to my desk, I tripped and slammed into one of the desks. While the desk was real, the student sitting behind it wasn’t. My hand passed right through her, unaffected. While she did not seem to feel me inside her, the other students started laughing. Deep down I knew it wasn’t real, yet my cheeks turned red with embarrassment. I quickly pulled myself up and hurried to my desk.

“All right, class,” said Candy once I was seated. “Let’s begin.”

The laughter caused by my stumble immediately ceased, leaving the class eerily quiet. The students clearly respected Candy’s authority. Or rather, their programming forced them to act as such.

“Who here has had sex?” she asked. I raised my hand without thinking. It wasn’t until I noticed I was the only one that I realized my mistake. By then it was too late.

It made no sense. How could I possibly be the only one to have had sex? This was a high school. How could all twenty-four of this class’s students still be virgins? Unless… This was clearly an all-girls school. What if it was also a boarding school? It would explain why I was the only one to have been intimate. Well, that and the fact that the other students were mere holograms.

“You’ve had sex?” asked Candy.

I wanted to deny it, but it was too late for that. I nodded.

“Perfect,” she said, smiling. “I was hoping for a volunteer.”

I had no idea what she wanted me to volunteer for, but it was obvious I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“Why don’t you join me?” offered Candy.

I hesitated for a moment, then stood up and made my way to the front of the class. I once again felt my cheeks heat up as I noticed all eyes on me. I knew the students weren’t real, yet their incredible realism made it difficult for me to remain unaffected by their behavior.

“Miss Lex will help me demonstrate the proper way to have sex,” explained Candy.

I was so stunned that I choked on my own saliva. After a long and rather painful coughing bout, I finally recovered.

“Excuse me?” I managed to say.

“You’ve had sex,” explained Candy. “It’s only right you be the one to show your classmates the proper way to have intercourse. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I guess,” I muttered, unconvinced.

There was a moment of silence before Candy spoke again.

“Please remove your clothes.”

My heart skipped a beat. I had to remind myself the students weren’t real. Still, it took me a while to work up the nerve to begin stripping.

Candy watched as I unfastened the knot in my blouse and let the garment slide off my shoulders. Moments later, my skirt joined it on the floor. I hesitated for a moment, then moved on to my underwear. The students giggled when my breasts were revealed, but silence fell as soon as my pussy was uncovered. For a brief moment I was self-conscious, then I realized my classmates weren’t judging me. They were jealous. They eyed my exposed frame enviously. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. But the best part of all was what I noticed Candy checking me out. She looked me up and down, a slight smile curling her lips. Unfortunately, I had no way of knowing whether or not she liked what she saw. For all I knew it was all part of the act.

I’m not sure how long we stood there, staring at one another. I just know that she got right down to business as soon as she was done taking in every inch of my exposed frame.

She whistled. At first I didn’t understand what she was up to, but then I heard a noise to my left. I turned just in time to see a furry shape emerge from the doggy door, which I only now realized had been concealed within the classroom door all along. I was so surprised that I didn’t notice the dog that emerged from it until he brushed past me and leaped into Candy’s arms. She lifted him up and placed him onto her desk. I was now free to study him to my heart’s content.

It was a Russell Terrier. He was rather big for his breed, but still quite small. Most of his body was white, but there were a few brown patches. His tail wagged in what I can only assume was excitement. But it was the high-pitched parks that got to me. It made me realize the moment I had been dreading had finally arrived. I was about to have sex with a dog. Candy must have been reading my mind, because she gave her first command moments later.

“Roll over.” The words hung in the air for a second before the dog dropped to his side and rolled over.

I had watched many bestiality videos in anticipation of this moment, yet nothing could have prepared me for this. The Russell Terrier’s cock was massive. At least in relation to his small frame. Still, it was imposing enough to satisfy most women.

Candy gave me a few moments to study the member.

“Are you ready?” asked Candy. I was so nervous that I was shaking, but I knew no amount of delaying would help.

I nodded.

“Let’s begin with something simple,” offered Candy. “Why don’t you start by demonstrating the proper way of performing a handjob?”

It sounded like a question, but I knew it wasn’t.

“O-okay,” I stuttered. I was incredibly nervous, yet quite excited. I guess it was to be expected. After all, I was about to have sex with a dog for the very first time.

I glanced at my classmates. They watched my every move, impatiently awaiting my demonstration. Hopefully I could live up to their expectations. Then again, they were mere holograms, so it was not like I could let them down. Still, I was determined to give the best performance possible.

I glanced at Candy, who gave me a nod of encouragement. Motivated by my desire to please her, I turned my gaze to the Russell Terrier. He just lay there, waiting for me to get to work. Either he was highly trained or he knew the best way to get what he wanted—a handjob—was to remain motionless. I guess it doesn’t matter, because in the end he got exactly what he wanted.

I hesitated for a moment longer, then quickly reached down and encircled the shaft with my fingers. I immediately noticed a few things. Not only was the cock even harder than I had anticipated, but it was also incredibly hot. Not to mention the throbbing of blood pumping through it. But in the end it was the clamminess of it that got to me. It reminded me of my own wetness, the one that permeated my slit. I was still quite nervous, yet also incredibly aroused.

I forgot about the worry and focused instead on the excitement. The next thing I knew, my fingers were sliding up the length of the Russell Terrier’s shaft. It throbbed softly as I worked it with my fingers. And the harder I worked, the more intensely it throbbed. Before long it throbbed with such intensity that I feared it would explode. But I forgot all about that when Candy’s voice reached my ears.

“You’re allowed to moan,” she said. I didn’t understand what she meant until I realized just how aroused I was. While I was not the type to moan extravagantly, I suddenly felt the urge to vocalize my arousal.

The moan toppled from my lips with such intensity that a murmur of surprise—or was it envy?—spread through the classroom. I had been so focused on the task at hand that I had forgotten all about my classmates. One look told me they were all still matching. A few even had their hands under their desk. While I could not see what they were doing, I suspected they were touching themselves. Oddly enough, the realization filled me with pride. I turned back to the Russell Terrier and doubled my efforts.

My lover reached the point of no return in record time. One second I eagerly stroked his throbbing member, and the next it was coming alive, thrashing madly within my clenched fist. I was so focused on keeping the cock contained that I failed to plan ahead. As such, the first squirt took me entirely by surprise. I watched, frozen, as it flew into the air. After seemingly hovering there for a second, he splashed onto me, staining my breasts with cum.

I moaned. Perhaps it was a cry of surprise. Perhaps it was due to the massive amount of arousal that coursed through my veins. It may even have been pride. After all, it’s not every day a girl gets to bring a dog to climax. Speaking of climax, that was exactly what my lover was doing. There would be time to revel later.

I continued moaning as the Russell Terrier shot his load all over me. Before long my breasts were dripping with cum. A few drops even made it to my face. One ended up in my mouth, giving me my first taste of canine semen. By the time the final squirt oozed out of my lover’s now shrinking spear, the orgasmilk had made it all the way down to my slit. But I didn’t have time to enjoy to feel of it trickling down my labia, because Candy spoke before I could even release my lover’s shaft.

“Keep jerking,” she instructed. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was being asked to do this, but the wetness of my slit urged me not to argue. So I kept working the dog’s cock until blood came rushing back and it was once again hard as rock. Only then did Candy give me permission to release it.

“Lie down,” she instructed. At first I thought she was talking to the Russell Terrier, then I realized he was already on his back. That could only mean one thing. She was talking to me. I was proven correct when Candy reached out and cautiously picked up the dog, careful not to let his cock touch her. I couldn’t help wondering if she had ever been intimate with a dog. Not that it really mattered.

I glanced at the other students. Most of them now had their hands beneath their desks, which told me they had greatly enjoyed watching me bring the Russell Terrier to climax. A few of them even moaned softly as they played with themselves. The fact that every last pair of eyes was on me probably should have intimidated me, but I only felt a great sense of pride. I had never felt this beautiful, this idolized.

Tearing my gaze from the holograms, I glanced at Candy. Though she still held the dog in one arm, the other was outstretched, pointing to her desk. I didn’t waste any time wondering what that meant. I scaled the desk and stretched out upon it. Moments later Candy was placing the Russell Terrier between my legs.

“Fuck!” I yelped when he gave my pussy a quick lick. Unfortunately, it was not a precursor to my first interspecies tongue fucking session. But that is only because my lover did something far better.

He reared up and hopped forward, his front paws landing on my stomach. His hind ones remained between my thighs. The tip of his cock hovered mere inches from my slit. I could feel its heat wafting against my clit. Then again, that may simply have been my imagination. Unlike the yelp that shot out of me when the animal jerked forward. The tip of his cock was now pressed against my labia. One more jerk was all it would take. But my lover never took control of the situation.

“When having sex, it’s important to communicate with your partner,” explained Candy. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or to the rest of the class. I guess it doesn’t really matter, because now I knew what I had to do.

“Fuck me!” I begged.

There was a second where nothing happened. Then the Russell Terrier jerked forward and all hell broke loose. I moaned loudly as the tip of his cock slid past my labia. Deeper and deeper it travelled, until every last inch had been swallowed up. Even the rather imposing knot that stood at the base of my lover’s shaft had vanished. I could feel it throbbing inside me, driving me wild with desire.

“Fuck me!” I begged yet again. Like before, my lover obeyed almost immediately. One second I could feel the pulsating cock within me, and the next it was diving in and out of me, tearing a moan from my lips each and every time it slid into my soaking-wet orifice.

The Russell Terrier may have been small, he made up for it with sheer power. He pounded me like I had never been pounded before. His cock flew in and out of me with such speed that I quickly lost track of it. Was it in? Was it out? I couldn’t tell. Nor did I really care. I was more turned on than ever before and nothing else mattered.

I moaned and moaned as my lover rode me as only a dog can. He whimpered in delight. I begged for more. He howled, as if to say, “Your wish is my command.” I even began squirming when the single most powerful orgasm of my entire life took shape within me.

“I’m… gonna… cum!” I warned, pausing after every word to moan. The Russell Terrier seemed to understand what I said, because he yet again intensified the already overwhelming force of his thrusts. That in itself was enough to push me beyond the point of no return. The rest was merely a bonus.

I came harder than I ever had before. My back arched, thrusting my breasts into the air. They jiggled as my entire body began to shake. My head was thrust back by the intensity of my climax. Even my eyes rolled back into their sockets. The most powerful moan to date flew past my lips. It was so high-pitched that I actually cringed. Or maybe that was simply a side effect of the powerful squirts that were now gushing out of my slit. The hot nectar flew through the air. Within seconds, it was raining down upon us, coating both my lover and me in a thick layer of cum. At least that’s how it felt.

The Russell Terrier kept pounding me relentlessly. And he continued to do so even when his cock began convulsing and his own orgasm raged through him. He howled as his hot semen spilled into me. It probably would have remained there for a while had the sheer intensity of my squirt not sent it flying out of me.

The rest of the orgasm is kind of a blur. I reached a point where I came with such fierce intensity that I lost touch with reality. I was still conscious, only I was trapped within my own body. Not that I minded. I had never felt this good in my entire life. Still, I was kind of relieved when the final squirt oozed out of me. Moments later, my body stopped shaking and my moans subsided. My first interspecies orgasm was officially over.

It took me a while to recover. By the time I caught my breath, Candy had dismissed the other students. I was a little disappointed to see all those empty chairs, but the puddles of cum that stood on many of them told me my performance had been quite enjoyable. The smile that curled Candy’s lips only confirmed it.

“Class is over,” she told me, her smile fading. “You may leave.”

I was a little disappointed that my first bestial encounter was over, but now that I had come down from my sexual high, I was beginning to wonder if I had made a mistake. Then again, I had enjoyed every second of it. Not to mention the fact that I would be making a small fortune for the rights to my story. So I ignored the doubt that crept deep within me and retrieved my clothes. I considered putting them on, but I was still sticky with cum, and wiggling into the tight outfit seemed like more than my tired body could handle. So I simply carried them out of the room.

I waited a few seconds, but when Candy failed to appear, I made my way to the changing room. The first thing I did was place the clothes into the receptacle that had magically appeared in the corner of the room. But that wasn’t the only new thing.

Standing to my left was a shower. At first I thought I had entered the wrong room, but one quick look inside the nearby locker told me it was where I had previously removed and stashed my clothes. I knew there was a logical explanation for the shower’s mysterious appearance, but I was too exhausted to care. I simply clambered into the shower, desperate to wash away the sweat and cum that clung to my naked frame.

There were no knobs. Luckily none were needed. Warm water began raining down upon me moments after the glass door magically slid shut behind me. I moaned softly as the water washed away the smell of sex. Within a few minutes, I was feeling happy and refreshed. All I had to do was turn around and the water stopped. I expected the door to open, but it remained shut. For a brief moment I feared I was trapped, but then warm air blew down from the ceiling. It intensified until it was so powerful that I had to close my eyes. It lasted about a minute, then turned off automatically. The door slid open moments later and I tumbled out, shaken. It wasn’t until I noticed my reflection in the nearby mirror that I understood what had happened. The warm air had not only dried my body, but my hair as well. It now cascaded down my back, styled just the way I liked it. I had no idea how such a thing was possible, but I wasn’t about to complain. I simply retrieved my clothes from the locker and got dressed.

When I finally emerged from the changing room, Candy was waiting for me. She was once again wearing her black dress. Though her teacher’s uniform had been quite revealing, I could barely stand to look at her in that skintight dress. It was just so revealing. But I refused to let her incredible beauty control me. I was about to say something, but Candy beat me to the punch.

“Did you enjoy your first day?” she asked.

“It was…” I paused for a second, searching for the first word. “…incredible!”

Candy’s lips yet again curled into a smile.

“I guess that means I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”

“Definitely,” I said. I was so distracted by my desire to kiss her that I didn’t even notice the way she looked me up and down. Nor how her smile faded when I turned and walked away. It would take a few days before I realized just how deeply Candy cared for me. But that’s a story for another time.

To be continued…

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