1. Sex Lessons in Chastity Hall


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Jason_NYC, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Senior year at Pine Creek Academy. An unfamiliar local number flashes on my cell-phone screen. ”Hi, Mary. It’s Wendy!” Someone has the wrong number. But the voice is pleasantly feminine with a familiar intonation. "Yes. This is Mary,” I tease. "My, what a deep voice you have," Wendy says, quoting Little Red Riding Hood. "All the better to please you with, My Dear,” I reply, paraphrasing Red’s fairytale antagonist. "And how exactly would you do that , Mister Big Bad Wolf?” she giggles. I’m evasive, but she insists I tell her what I mean, so I say the first thing that comes to mind. "By showing you things you've never seen before." "Oh, really! How do you know what I've seen, and what I haven't?" "By the tone of your voice, My Dear," I tell her, winging it. Actually, there is something about her intonation that makes me think of someone I met who attended Elm City College, a small evangelical school that caters to home-schooled students. Like the more infamous Oral Roberts and Bob Jones Universities, students at Elm City risk expulsion for smoking a cigarette, drinking a glass of wine, or heaven forbid, "immodesty or inappropriate physical contact" with someone of either sex. In other words, the polar opposite of Pine Creek Academy. "You've endured a lifetime of intrusive supervision and over protection. Now you yearn to break out. To explore the forbidden mysteries of your own sexuality. But you don’t know where to start,” I tell her in my most authoritative voice. “Are you ...
    psychic or something?” "I get asked that a lot," I laugh. We chat about random stuff. She is, indeed, at Elm City majoring in Music. "There are rules against everything from smoking or drinking to watching porn or having sex. Any kind of sex. Get caught and you will be publicly humiliated and then expelled. At least the tuition’s a bargain and there's a Chick fil A in the student center.” "Just my kind of place." “Doubt that," she laughs. "I've heard all about Pine Creek Academy. I bet you even live in that dorm, what do you guys call it? Chastity Hall?" "Actually, I do," I confess. Chastity Hall is the nickname for our Honors Residence Hall. "Is it true? Girls and guys on the same floor. No visitation rules." “Yup, just like the real world,” I say. “But only Juniors and Seniors over sixteen with an Honors GPA are eligible.” Wendy is intensely, almost salaciously, interested in life at Chastity Hall. We talk late into the night. The conversation is sometimes indirect, but we touch on solo and mutual masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and even oral sex. Every time we broach a new topic, I assure Wendy that I’d be delighted to demonstrate. She dances around my offers. Never accepting them, but never rejecting them either. Toward the end, I confess to having had an erection for hours. With a very sweet giggle, she confides the conversation had been very "exciting" for her as well. Before we said goodbyes, she promises to call again. I drop my phone in my pocket and nearly ...
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