Naked Arousal

This is another story in a series describing Adam's first sexual experiences, a lot of which involve public nudity. I recommend reading them in order.

Chronologically, most of this series comes before "Adam in Asia", but it doesn't matter which one you read first.

This is a work of fiction. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Prologue

My name is Adam. I am studying Finance at a university in England.

Part 1: Naked in class

I was on campus for the first time since returning for the second year of my degree. My pigeonhole was full, mostly routine stuff like the lecture timetable, new price list for the canteen, and so on. I scanned the pile quickly, looking for any interesting messages. There was one from Monica, the art teacher I had modelled for the previous year, asking me to call her.

I assumed that she wanted me to pose again. Modelling for a university art class didn't pay well, but that didn't matter; I had enough money in the bank. I did it because I got a thrill from being naked in front of a group of strangers.

"Hi Adam, how are you?" Monica answered in her usual cheery style.

We exchanged news about what had happened since we last saw each other on an art course organised by her mother. Monica confirmed that she would like me to model again this year.

"I'll have to check my timetable, but I will if I can," I told her.

"There's something else; I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine. She needs a model, too, and I thought of you. I don't know any details, but she said it's a bit controversial.

"Could you meet us in the main bar tomorrow, say 6pm?"

"No problem. See you then."

The next day, I found Monica sitting in a quiet corner of the bar with two other women, drinks in front of them. I recognised one as Orsi, another of the life models, whom I had posed with the previous year. The other introduced herself as Nina.

She got me a beer and then started to explain.

"I'm a post-grad student in the Psychology department. We, I, am designing a new module for our Human Sexuality degree. It is going to involve a male and a female model together, both naked, and, well, that's why you're here."

Orsi and I glanced at each other. So far, it sounded like what we had already done, but I sensed there was more to it.

"Before I tell you anything more, I need you to sign these Non-Disclosure Agreements. You won't be committing to the job, just that you won't tell anybody else what I am about to share with you."

Nina handed us both a sheet of paper and said, "Time for you to leave, Monica."

I skim-read the document. It was short, less than two sides, and looked to me to be precisely what she had said.

"I'm happy to sign," I said. Orsi was, too. Formalities over, Nina resumed her explanation.

"The purpose of the module is to show students what arousal looks like, using real people rather than pictures or videos. The models, hopefully that's you two, will be nude, and you will take it in turns to arouse each other in front of a small group of students. You can touch, kiss, lick, or use any other method you can think of. A big but, no intercourse. We aren't asking you to have sex with each other; just typical foreplay."

Orsi looked flushed. I took a big swig of beer. No wonder we were having this meeting in a bar!

"What about, say, a blow job?" I asked.

"Or his fingers in my pussy?" Orsi asked.

"Those are good questions. The answer to both is that I don't know. There is a significant discussion in the department at the moment regarding how far we should ask you to go. This whole proposal is very controversial.

"Which brings me to another issue. Some people are very nervous about this. Because it is not part of the curriculum, we can't do it on university property, and everybody must be a volunteer. That includes the models, and I can't pay you for it.

"I know that is a lot to ask, and you will probably have some questions. So, let me get another round of drinks."

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed in semi-disbelief.

"That's not part of the assignment," Orsi giggled.

We were still chuckling when Nina returned. As she expected, we had many questions, most of which received clear answers. We agreed to meet at the same place and time the following Tuesday.

"I will have answers to your other questions then, and hopefully to any others that you think of."

I thought about the project a lot over the weekend. On one hand, I didn't know how busy I would be that year, but on the other, there was the thrill of being naked in public with the bonus of playing with Orsi. She was good-looking, so the 'no intercourse' rule was disappointing, but I could live with it. The blowjob question was more difficult. If she couldn't give me oral sex, could I still go down on her?

We bumped into each other on the way to the bar.

"Are you going to do it?" she asked.

"I think so, but I'd like to know the answer about how far we can go. Foreplay without oral sex seems like half a story, plus I love going down on women. Could I still do that if you can't blow me?"

Orsi laughed, "This is a weird conversation, but I know exactly what you mean. I like being eaten and I like to suck cock. If those are allowed, then I'm in."

"Sounds good to me."

Nina was waiting in the bar, a round of drinks already on the table. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, then got down to business.

"Big question first. I have agreed with Inge, my supervisor, that fellatio and cunnilingus should be part of the demonstration. Fingers in pussy is up to you two on the day. Is that OK?"

We both nodded. Then she ran through the answers to our other outstanding questions.

"Anything else?"

There were a couple of other things, but the answers were satisfactory, and we both agreed to do it. Then came the practicalities: when and where, getting an STD test beforehand, and not having sex with each other. Nina explained that she wanted models who did not already know what their partner liked.

Orsi looked a bit sheepish. "We've never had sex, but I did grope Adam once in the art department changing room."

"I suppose that is OK," said Nina, "but please keep your hands off each other for the next few weeks."

On a wet November evening, we gathered at a photography studio not far from the main campus. There was plenty of room, but it was cold, so two space heaters were on full blast.

Nina explained what she wanted us to do, and we agreed that I would go first. By now, the students were arriving. In psychology experiments, it is not always obvious who the subjects are. Each student was wired up with temperature, heart rate, and blood pressure monitors, just like we were. All were connected to recording devices, so the place was a mess of cables.

A neat, trim woman, probably mid-50s, introduced herself. She had a slight accent, but I couldn't place it, German perhaps.

"I'm Inge, Nina's supervisor," she told us. "Officially, I am not here, but I need to see how it goes. Thank you for volunteering."

At last, everyone was ready. Nina reminded everyone that this was an extracurricular activity, so nobody had to be there. She explained that although Orsi and I had seen each other naked before, this would be the first time that we had interacted sexually.

"Don't forget the confidentiality agreement that you signed. You are not to discuss what happens in this room. It is possible that you may know our models or meet them in the future, but do not mention this session ever.

"This evening, I will call them Janet and John."

She glanced over at us. It was the moment of truth.

We stepped forward, dropped our robes, and I lay down on the bed. The students gathered round for a closer look.

There was a rough plan of what would happen next, and it hadn't needed a rocket scientist to work it out. Orsi leaned over to kiss me on the mouth, her tongue pushing between my lips.

Meanwhile, Nina was giving a running commentary highlighting the physical signs of my arousal and the less obvious changes revealed by the monitoring equipment. I later realised this was partly to help Inge, who was making notes.

One of Orsi's hands slid from my cheek down to my chest, where she started to play with my nipples, stroking and teasing them in turn.

"Notice the increase in his heart rate." Nina.

With exquisite slowness Orsi kissed her way from my head to my chest, sucking and nibbling at one nipple and then the other. I flinched as she flicked one of them.

The students crowded around us, craning their heads for a better view.

One hand moved lower towards my groin, slowly, teasingly.

Nina continued to describe the action. Drawing the group's attention to the gradually changing readings from the monitors.

Finally, the tip of Orsi's little finger reached by dick, which twitched in anticipation of what was going to happen.

"Notice that spasm, the involuntary response."

I was still aware enough to think how ridiculous that sounded.

The slow exploration continued... fourth finger... middle finger... until her whole hand was wrapped around me. A squeeze, then a gentle pump, then let go, and down to my balls, scrotum already tight, she flexed her hand as if juggling them.

Then Orsi leaned over and began to lick me with slow, deliberate strokes from tip to the base and back. All the time, she maintained eye contact with me. I wanted to touch her, caressing her hair or her face, but Nina had asked me not to respond.

Orsi lifted my cock so that she could reach my balls with her mouth. She nuzzled them gently then sucked one, and then both, into her mouth. Now she began to suck my cock, repeating the slow progress from tip to base that she had used when licking me.

The whole experience was exquisite torture.

I realised that we had not discussed the possibility of coming. Was it allowed in Nina's rules? Was it expected? And, most importantly, would Orsi be upset if I came in her mouth? I decided to hold back. I adopted my tactic from the drawing class of staring at a point on the wall.

All the time, Nina continued her running commentary.

"OK, Janet, please stop.

"Everybody, I think that is enough studying John's responses."

I sensed some reluctance from Orsi as she slowly straightened up. The wink she gave me suggested that we might resume the fun later.

After a short break, we resumed our position at the front of the class. Nina gave a brief introduction before I started stimulating Orsi, beginning with a kiss.

I followed the same sequence of moves as she had on me, except that I spent more time with her magnificent boobs and the erect nipples atop them. When I reached her pussy, I made sure to explore the folds of her labia before seeking her clit. I leaned over to tweak it with my tongue. Orsi moaned with pleasure as I placed my mouth over her vulva, licking and sucking at her lips and opening. It was enough to bring her to climax.

I broke free to whisper in her ear, "Fingers inside?"

"Yes," she gasped.

I returned to her pussy via a slow tongue that started at her neck. Once I reached my destination, I slipped two fingers inside her saturated cunt. Before long, she came again.

All this time, Nina had maintained her running commentary, drawing the student's attention to not just Orsi's arousal, but what they could see of mine. Now she decided to call an end to things.

"Right, John, that's enough, thank you."

With the same reluctance that Orsi had shown, I broke away from her, straightening up.

Addressing the students, Nina gave a recap of what they had seen, finishing with a round of thanks to Orsi and me.

Nina might have thought the demonstration was over, but Orsi had other ideas. She grabbed my hand, pulling me close. "Fuck me!" she commanded.

I never like to disappoint a lady, so I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. We were both too excited for any fancy positions, and in any case, we would probably strangle ourselves with the wires from the monitoring equipment that was still attached.

There was a cheer from the watching students when they realised what was happening.

"Oh," said Nina, before gamely resuming her commentary on the monitor readings. She kept going as both Orsi and I came, noting how the readings began to return to normal after we did.

"I'd like to thank our two models, Janet and John, again, and in particular for the unexpected extra demonstration at the end. As you have probably realised, that was not part of the plan, but I am sure you will agree that the additional information it provided was fascinating.

"Now, let's allow them some time to recover."

Inge helped her remove the monitoring equipment from the students, sending them on their way as quickly as possible. Finally, they turned to us.

"That was above and beyond," she laughed, "I hope you enjoyed giving us a show."

"I certainly did," said Orsi. I nodded my agreement.

"It is certainly going to add to the data Nina has to analyse. It is going to be very interesting. Thank you, both."

A few days later, Orsi and I met up with Nina again. Over coffee, we answered a questionnaire that she had prepared and gave some general feedback on our experience.

"Thank you once more," she said. "You have probably realised that we had the students metered up because the exercise was as much about their reactions as yours."

~

It was the end of September at the start of my fourth and final year at university. I felt a bit sentimental as I walked into the main building.

"Hey, Adam!"

I turned to see Nina waving at me.

"I thought you had left," she said.

"Not exactly, I was doing a year of work experience as part of my course, now I am back for my final year."

"Cool, do you have time for a coffee?"

I did, so we headed for the cafeteria where we chatted about my time in London and how she had completed her master's degree and joined the teaching staff full-time.

"That project you helped me with played a big part in both of those things, so thank you again.

"The department was so pleased that they have added the module to the course this year, so bumping into you is a stroke of luck.

"Would you be interested in playing 'John' again?"

"I guess so, if my schedule allows. Will Orsi be 'Janet' again?"

"No, she's left. I have started searching for a replacement."

"I think we should meet before the class to check if there is some chemistry. Or she's not an ex, or something."

"That's a good point," agreed Nina. "Especially as there is one big difference this time."

She hesitated. Blushing, she said, "We would like you to have sex. That provided some exciting data. We can't require it, but it would be good."

"There will be a few other differences. We will conduct it on campus; there is a 'sleep lab' in the psychology department. However, three sessions will be needed to accommodate the entire class. The good news is that I can pay you this time."

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that. The sex was very natural last time, I don't know if I can do it to order."

"I know, it's a big ask, and it is completely up to you and 'Janet' on the night. Think about it."

"I will, but I think it makes meeting her first even more important."

"You are right. Anyway, I must dash. I will send you the timetable; please let me know if you can do it."

"Of course, see you later," I replied.

The timetable was in my pigeonhole the next day. There was no clash with my schedule, so I called Nina to let her know.

"Great, I will call you as soon as I have found 'Janet'."

A few days later, there was another note from Nina asking me to call her.

"I think I have found her. Can we meet tomorrow, say, 6pm in the Main Bar?"

"Sure."

The next evening, waiting outside the bar, I spotted Nina walking towards me with Estelle, a young woman from my course. Could she be the new 'Janet'? I certainly hoped so. She was good-looking, tall and slender. We had worked together in a few seminars, so I knew that she was smart, although her manner was a bit fey for my taste.

"Hi Adam," she greeted me.

"You know each other?" asked Nina.

"Sure, same course," I confirmed.

"Is that a problem?" she asked, glancing nervously between us.

"I guess not," said Estelle, "as long as we keep quiet about this."

"Same for me. But why don't we get a drink and talk about it?"

Nina went to the bar while Estelle and I found a quiet corner.

"This is a bit awkward," she said in her usual languid drawl.

"Only if we let it be," I said. "It won't be a problem for me.

"Just don't call me 'John' in class."

She laughed at that; the ice was broken.

Nina arrived with our drinks.

"Do you think you can work together on this?" she asked.

We both nodded.

"Have you ever hooked up together before?"

We both shook our heads.

Nina raised her glass, "to 'Janet' and 'John'."

"To 'Janet' and 'John'" we chorused.

A few weeks later, after an exciting lecture on macroeconomics, Estelle and I caught the inter-campus bus en route to the first session. It was weird to think that within a couple of hours, we would probably be having sex with each other.

Our relationship had changed somewhat since we knew what we would be doing together. We smiled and greeted each other more warmly than before. My friend David even asked if something was going on. I had to tell him 'No'.

We grabbed a sandwich from the café and headed for the building which housed the Psychology Department. Nina was waiting for us in the 'Sleep Lab'. It looked like a police interrogation room, complete with one-way glass, except there was a bed instead of a desk and shackles.

"Thanks for getting here early. Why don't you eat while I explain what will happen this evening?

"There will be eight students for this evening's session; they have signed the NDAs already. With my supervisor and me, there will be a total of twelve people. I'm afraid it will be a bit crowded, so Inge, whom Adam knows, will stay in the observation room behind the mirror.

"Everyone will be wired up to monitoring equipment, but this time we have radio transmitters so that there are fewer cables to fall over. Your measurements will be displayed on these screens; she gestured to two monitors on the far side of the bed.

"There is a changing room over there. Please undress, and then I will wire you up."

Estelle was obviously a bit shy, so it felt a bit awkward stripping in front of her, but it wasn't going to get any easier. I turned away to give her as much privacy as possible.

Nina wired me up, and Inge took care of Estelle. The gear included a transmitter pack positioned at our side, held in place by a belt. After they confirmed that the signals were coming through okay, we put on our robes.

As the students arrived, they were also equipped with similar gear to what we were wearing. When everybody was ready, Nina gave a short introduction, and I settled on the bed.

We had agreed to follow the previous sequence, but this time, intercourse was part of the plan. However, Nina was adamant that any penetration was optional, so I was to check with Estelle before putting my fingers or dick inside her.

Unsurprisingly, the experience was very similar to the trial session two years earlier. It had been four years since I had first had sex in public, on a beach with a friend, so none of this bothered me. Apparently, Estelle was less experienced. Her touches and movements were tentative at first. Slowly, she got into it, becoming bolder and less hesitant.

At the break, I checked that she was okay to carry on.

"Yes, thanks, I'm starting to enjoy it," she smiled.

"I will still check in before any penetration. It's okay to say 'no'."

"I know, but thanks for emphasising it."

Estelle and Orsi looked similar in many ways. Both were tall and slim with long, dark hair. The notable difference was that Estelle's breasts, though not small, were not as big as Orsi's.

Following the same sequence of moves on Estelle, I did not need Nina's running commentary to tell me that my partner was becoming aroused. At the appropriate moment I checked that she was happy for me to put my fingers in her cunt.

"Oh yes!" was her reply.

When the time came, I didn't have to ask about my cock.

"Please stick your dick in me," was pretty explicit consent.

When we had both finished, Nina spoke to the students, summarising what they had seen and reminding them of the NDAs they had signed.

"Finally, a big round of applause for Janet and John."

You can't take a bow lying on a bed, so Estelle and I settled for a wave of our hands.

The next session was a mirror image of the first, with the exception that Estelle was comfortable right from the start. The hesitation and uncertainty of the previous day were gone.

Unfortunately, the third and final session did not go to plan.

Nina was wiring me up to the monitors when another member of staff came into the studio. She blushed when she saw my cock hanging out, handed Inge a note, and dashed away.

"Oh no! Estelle's had an accident and is on her way to the hospital. Doesn't sound too serious, but she can't make it today."

"Shit! I'm glad it is not serious, but what are we going to do?"

Both women thought for a moment, then Nina went to check on the availability of the sleep lab. She returned, shaking her head. "It's booked solid until the end of term."

"I could do it," suggested Inge. "I did an STD test last week, so that isn't a problem."

"What about the university?" asked Nina, nervously, "won't you be violating the rules on staff-student relationships?"

"In the circumstances, I don't think it will be a problem. I will report it to the Dean straight away so there is no hint of a cover-up.

"Of course, Adam needs to be willing."

I did not have to think long. I have never had a problem screwing older women if they are in reasonable shape, which Inge was, so I quickly agreed.

"Thanks," said Nina with a massive sigh of relief.

"And thank you from me too," said Inge, "especially for not hesitating."

"I'm looking forward to it, just as much as I was with Estelle," I grinned, realising that I meant it.

Inge was in her fifties, probably twice the other woman's age, blonde, not dark, shorter, and probably not as well endowed, but none of that mattered. I am attracted to smart, confident women who like sex. There was nothing to suggest that Inge did not fit that profile. She undressed, and Nina wired her up.

I took the opportunity to study my new partner. As you would expect, she didn't have the taut body of a slim twenty-something, but her breasts were fuller than I had thought. She noticed me looking and smiled. We both knew that we would enjoy this.

Nina and Inge set to wiring up the students as they arrived. If any of them were surprised to see their professor in a robe, it wasn't obvious, and none mentioned it. Perhaps it was just another day in the life of a psychology student.

Apart from having a different partner, the session was the same as the ones before.

In her opening comments, Nina mentioned that, unfortunately, there had been a late change in models. Otherwise, she stuck to the script, referring to us as Janet and John. She slipped up once, mentioning 'Professor Bird', which earned a laugh as everyone was aware of the artifice.

When we had finished, Inge thanked me again. "You were a complete gentleman, and I enjoyed that much more than I should have done.

"I hope that we can work together again."

Ever the professional, she climbed off the bed and went to help Nina remove the students' monitors.

Part 2: Naked surrogate

There was a knock on my door.

"Phone for you," David, one of my housemates, told me.

"Hi, this is Adam."

"Hi Adam, it's Inge Bird, from Psychology."

Why was a professor from another department ringing me? I thought I knew.

"Let me guess, you want me to get naked for another class?"

She laughed, "Sort of, but not exactly.

"I'm going to be teaching at your campus tomorrow morning, so could we meet for lunch?"

I mentally checked my schedule.

"I'm free between twelve and two o'clock, so take your pick."

"Right, how about 12:30 outside the cafeteria?"

"Done."

The next day, we met as planned. Inge finished talking to someone, then turned to greet me in the way that any lecturer might do with a student. We needed to keep it restrained, even though we had had sex the last time we met.

"Let's get some food, then we'll talk."

We collected our meals and took them to a table in a far corner, hoping that anyone else would recognise this as a signal that we wanted a private discussion.

As we ate, she explained what she wanted.

"I have a private practice outside my university job. Mostly, I work with people suffering from some kind of sex-related problem.

"At the moment, I have one patient, a young woman, who has developed a fear of intimacy. I can't give you any details as to why. Usually, I would pair her with an experienced colleague, but that is not appropriate in her case.

"I want to show her how pleasurable sex can be, but I have to do that gradually. I plan to have her watch two people of similar age to her making love. And, if that goes well, give her the chance to interact with one or both of them."

I nodded. I could see where this was going.

"Would you consider being the man in that scenario? You would be paid for it."

"In principle, yes, I would be happy to help, regardless of the money, but there are a couple of caveats.

"One, as this is my final year, I don't have much spare time, so it would have to fit my schedule, and two, I would want to know who the partner would be in advance. There'd have to be some attraction, and if it were an ex, it would be terrible."

"That's fair," she agreed.

"For timing, I am thinking of one evening session and then, if that goes well, the first weekend of the Easter break.

"I have asked Nina to be the other half of the couple. It would be a good experience for her, and you two already know each other. Actually, it was she who suggested you as a possible participant."

I thought about Nina, the young psychology lecturer who had run the class in which I ended up screwing Inge, and two other women, in front of a group of students.

"I think we could work together," I said relatively formally. The whole patient-counsellor thing was rubbing off on me! I had just agreed to fuck someone for the first time in front of a stranger; it was becoming a habit!

Two weeks later, I was at the entrance to a building in the centre of town. I buzzed on the outside bell for Inge's practice. She released the bolt, and I headed upstairs. She was standing at the door waiting for me. Away from the university, we could be less formal. She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.

Inside, it was arranged like an apartment, probably quite different from the offices of the accountants and solicitors that shared the building. The floors were polished wood and the walls pale grey, with splashes of colour from abstract paintings. It was pretty soothing, which I guessed was the point. She led me through to a large room with two leather armchairs and a matching couch.

"Nina should be here soon, and Alice, the patient, is due in an hour. That should be plenty of time for us to get ready.

"In the meantime, can I get you a drink? Water? Tea? Coffee? Wine?"

"Wine would be nice."

As Inge headed for the kitchen, I admired her trim figure, which was pretty good for a woman of her age, with light brown hair and blonde highlights. Today she was wearing a white blouse and jeans.

The buzzer sounded. It was Nina. Inge let her in and then led her through to the lounge. Our greeting was more awkward, probably because of knowing what we were going to be doing later. She also opted for wine, and the two of us sat on the couch to receive our briefing.

"My patient, Alice, is due here at half past. Before then, I would like you both to get ready, have a shower if you want, and put on the robes that are on the bed, which is through there."

She gestured towards a pair of sliding doors that occupied one wall of the room. Through the frosted glass, I could vaguely make out the shape of a bed.

"I would like you to be waiting in there when she arrives. When we are ready, I will call you through and introduce you as 'Janet' and 'John' like we did for the class.

"Nina, we will start by highlighting some differences between our bodies and Alice's. Then we will all come through to the bedroom and you two will begin kissing and cuddling, moving on to heavier foreplay and then intercourse; nothing extreme, just keep it simple for now.

"The key words are 'slow' and 'tender'.

"If at any stage you want to stop, say so, it's OK.

"Also, I may ask you to pause or slow down if Alice is finding it too much.

"OK?"

We agreed.

"Final thing, no alcohol while she's here. She needs to be sober, and I don't want to tempt her.

"Right, let me show you round."

It didn't take long. We already knew where the bedroom was; the kitchen was obvious. The bathroom was next to that, opposite was a room with a single bed and a clutter of equipment, and finally, a small office. The pale grey colour scheme prevailed throughout.

"Time to get ready. Please leave your clothes in the other bedroom. I will tidy up out here."

'Class dismissed,' I thought.

"Why don't you undress and shower first?" I said to Nina.

She thanked me. While I waited for my turn, I helped Inge clear and wash the wine glasses.

"You are very considerate, Adam. You will be good with Alice."

I stripped off in the small room, leaving my clothes in a neat pile on a shelf. Nina appeared just as I was putting my robe on.

"Go get your shower."

I got hard in the shower thinking about Nina. She was tall, almost my height, with brown hair and blue eyes. Until now, I had only seen her in baggy clothes - sweaters and cargo pants - the sort of thing that any young, trendy lecturer would wear, so I wasn't sure what her body was like. However, after seeing her in the robe, I realised that she was slimmer than I thought. The temptation to masturbate was hard to resist, but 'in the interests of medicine' I resisted it.

Inge and Nina were waiting in the lounge area.

To my surprise, Inge was also wearing a robe. She noticed my reaction and explained that it was easier to compare bodies using a 'show and tell' approach. It made sense, and I had seen her naked before; we'd even had sex in one of the classes.

The buzzer sounded.

"OK, I will let Alice in. You two, please wait in the bedroom and close the doors. Wait for me to fetch you."

We sat together on the bed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Nina said, half to herself. "Sex therapy is the field I want to get into, and Inge has been a great encouragement. She says this will give me a better understanding of what is involved."

"Surely therapists don't get intimate with their clients, isn't that what surrogates are for?"

"Yes and no. They never get intimate with their patients, but they sometimes act as surrogates for their colleagues' clients.

"Inge does that. It is why she had an up-to-date STD test for the class."

"I had wondered why she did, but I never thought this was the reason," I confessed.

"If it is too much, then tell her now. I don't want to have sex with someone who doesn't want to."

She smiled, "Thanks, Adam, I appreciate that. If I get cold feet, I promise to tell Inge, but I am happy to do this with you. I can always choose not to do it again."

We could hear voices in the next room, too quiet to overhear what was being said. After a few minutes, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come through," instructed Inge.

"This is Alice."

The young woman sat in one of the armchairs, her pale, pointed face framed by long, dark hair with a heavy fringe. Her expression was neutral, her handshake limp. I wondered how this would work.

"This is Janet and John, our models for this evening."

Standing next to each other, Nina and Inge took off their robes. Calmly, the therapist pointed out the differences between their bodies: her fuller, droopier breasts, Nina's small nipples and areolae, and her very prominent inner labia, how she was cleanly shaved while Nina's bush was just trimmed, how the younger woman had a big gap between her thighs but hers were close together, and so on.

"These differences are normal. No body is the same as another. You should not judge yours against somebody else's."

Alice nodded. I still had not heard her say a word.

Inge led us through to the bedroom. I slipped off my robe and joined Nina on the bed. Alice sat in a chair.

"Janet and John are now going to demonstrate an everyday sexual interaction between two consenting adults. You will see how they show consideration for the other person and make their partner's pleasure their priority. I will highlight key points, and if you have any questions, I will answer them as we go.

"Do you have any now?"

A mute shake of the head.

"Finally, if at any time you find this upsetting, let me know, and I will ask them to slow down or stop."

Inge nodded for us to start.

We began very slowly with light kisses on the lips while gently touching each other's faces and necks. Then Nina licked and kissed me around one of my ears before I returned the favour. I could hear Inge murmuring to Alice about erogenous zones.

Nina and I began to kiss again, this time with our mouths open and tongues exploring. Then I reached for one of her breasts, playing with the tiny but perfectly shaped nipple, which puckered up under my touch; I was surprised that it could get any smaller.

By now, Nina was also exploring my chest, tweaking my nipples like I was doing with hers. I caught Inge's eye. She nodded her approval. It was time for a change of position.

"Would you like me to touch you?" I asked Nina. I did not specify where, but the intention was obvious. She nodded, lying back on the bed.

I knelt at her side, using my fingers to play with her clit and lips, taking care that what I was doing was as visible as possible. Alice and Inge stood beside the bed, the therapist describing what was happening.

"Eat me!" demanded Nina. I didn't know if she was following our unwritten script or not, but it didn't matter. It was my pleasure to comply.

She shuffled up the bed so that I had room to kneel between her legs. I bent down to explore her pussy, starting with just the tip of my tongue, gradually making more use of my lips, and then my teeth.

"That's good," cried Nina as I pushed my tongue into her cunt as deeply as I could. She bucked beneath me as an orgasm hit her.

When it had passed, she announced, "My turn."

As we swapped positions, Inge asked, "John, did you enjoy that?"

"Oh yes, I love giving head, I love pleasing my partner that way." Which was both on script and true.

Nina began to play with my cock and balls. Lightly touching at first, then licking, and finally sucking. I tilted my head back, moaning to show how much pleasure I was getting. Probably not Oscar-worthy, but I knew my part.

It was time for the main event.

"Would you like to fuck now?" I asked.

Nina raised her head, "Yes, please."

"Which position?"

"Cowgirl."

I was already on my back, so it was a convenient choice. I wondered if that was why she'd chosen it.

"Notice how the couple has negotiated the next stage, particularly how the man has allowed the woman to make the main decisions." Murmured Inge.

Nina lowered herself onto me. With one hand, I reached up to play with her breasts as she bounced and rocked on me. I sought out her clit with the other, trying to maximise her pleasure.

Inge explained to Alice what I was doing.

When Nina came, she collapsed on top of me; realising that I had not come yet she switched back to sucking my cock.

"Do you see how Janet is making sure that John is also satisfied?" Nina asked.

For some reason, perhaps the strangeness of the situation, that was enough to bring me to a climax. I had just enough time to warn Nina. She chose to swallow.

"Thank you both," said Inge. "Please join us in the lounge when you are ready."

"Thank you, too," said Nina, "that was very good."

"For me too, thank you," I replied.

We met back at Inge's practice a few days later.

"I want to thank you both again for the session with Alice. It was exactly what I was hoping for, and she was very positive about the experience. We have agreed to try a more extended session over a weekend, in which she may become an active participant.

"Adam, I told her that I thought it should be with you, and she agreed. Are you alright with that?"

I was.

Two weeks later, I was back at Inge's practice. It was Friday afternoon; term had just finished. My Easter holiday was going to be full of revision for my final year exams, so a weekend of sex was a welcome distraction.

"Mmm, something smells good," I said as I walked into the flat. "Is it you?"

"It's dinner, you idiot," said Inge, swatting me with a tea towel.

"Do you think I wear Eau de Boeuf Bourguignon?"

Over a cup of tea, she ran me through the plan for the weekend.

"The most important thing is that we go at Alice's pace, or slower. For example, I would like the two of you to sleep in the same bed tonight, but no sex. I want her to become comfortable around a naked man, so no pyjamas tonight, and I may ask you to stay that way tomorrow.

"No problem."

"If we get to you two having sex, make sure she is in control. You did a great job of that with Nina, so I know you can do it.

"Any questions?"

Inge went back to the kitchen. I unpacked and took a shower.

"Before you and Alice go to bed, ask if she wants to share a shower with you. If she does, then feel free to touch and kiss, but keep it light."

"OK," I replied.

When Alice arrived, the three of us sat in the lounge.

"This evening, we are going to have a nice dinner together and then, if you want, you and John are going to share a bed. If you do, there is one rule: nothing sexual. You can hug and kiss, maybe touch a little, but that is all.

"We'll get to the other stuff that Janet and John did in good time. Understand?"

"Yes," said Alice. It was the first time I had heard her speak.

Dinner was enjoyable, although the conversation was limited to minimise what Alice or I learned about each other. Afterwards, Inge suggested that we all get ready for bed before watching some TV.

That was my cue to ask Alice if she wanted to shower together. She nodded hesitantly. Taking her hand, I led her to the bathroom.

"Would you like me to undress you?"

"Yes, if I can undress you first," she answered.

"Of course you can."

At Inge's request, I had left the bathroom door open. From the hallway, she nodded her approval.

Slowly, she lifted the hem of my t-shirt. Due to our height difference, I had to help her. There was no such problem with my jeans or my socks. Now she hesitated; my pants were all that remained.

"Take your time," I told her, "there's no rush."

Alice nodded her understanding. After a deep breath she pulled them down so quickly that my cock twanged painfully as it escaped from the waistband.

"Sorry," she whispered.

Now it was my turn to undress her. Going as slowly as seemed plausible, I stripped her and led her to the shower. Inge was watching every moment, analysing what was happening, ready to step in if necessary.

I kissed Alice lightly on the lips.

"Would you like me to wash you?"

"Yes, please," she whispered in response.

I started with her back, turning her away, crouching to reach her legs. With her facing me again, I ran my soapy hands down her front, touching but not concentrating on her breasts. Going lower still I briefly touched her pussy before dropping down to wash her legs. Unhooking the shower head, I rinsed the soap off both of us.

"Will you dry me?" she asked.

"Of course," I said, reaching for a towel.

After Alice dried me, we put on our robes and returned to the lounge to find Inge, already in her robe, with some stupid gameshow on the television. We sat on the couch, knees touching, my arm around her shoulder, her head on mine. It was normality to the max.

"Bedtime," announced Inge.

In the bedroom, I removed my robe and slid beneath the duvet. Alice did the same, meeting me in the middle. There was a glint in her eye that I had not seen before. I leaned over to kiss her on the lips. We snuggled down together. I sensed that Alice wanted to go further, but I knew Inge's rules.

I awoke next morning spooned behind Alice. If she were awake, she would feel my erection pressing against her.

"Good morning, you two," said Inge, who was sitting watching us. Naked.

"It's time to get up. Breakfast is in the kitchen. John and I won't be getting dressed today, but Alice, please put your robe on if you prefer."

After breakfast, Inge led us back to the bedroom.

"Today, we will start by having a close look at John's body. Please lie face down on the bed."

Kneeling beside me, she pointed to my ears and neck, "These are both erogenous zones. Many people become aroused when these are played with. You saw John doing that for Janet before."

Slowly, she moved along my body, touching and pointing at different parts, explaining their purpose or commenting on their shape. She was aiming to normalise a naked body for Alice. Although she pointed out erogenous zones there was nothing particularly sexual until she reached my arse.

Spreading my cheeks she pointed out my anus. "Apart from the usual function, many people - men and women - find it pleasurable when this area is stimulated. That can just be touching or kissing, or penetration with a toy, a finger, or a penis.

"John, can I demonstrate?"

"Er, yes, of course."

There was the snap of a glove, a cold dollop of lube, then she began to tease my arsehole. Gradually, she worked one finger inside.

"Does that feel good, John?"

"Mmhh, yes, thank you."

"We might come back to that later," she said, withdrawing her finger and resuming the tour of my body.

"Turn over, please."

Starting again at my neck, she worked her way along my body, pointing out erogenous zones such as my nipples. Explaining to Alice that it was normal for lovers to play with them on men's bodies as well as women's.

By the time she reached it, my cock was already hard, and it didn't stop as Inge discussed the different parts. My balls, the frenulum, nothing was skipped. The intent might not have been sexual, but the effect was. I was relieved when the tour moved on down my legs.

"So, Alice, did you learn anything? Are there parts you liked? Things you didn't?"

The young woman hesitated. "I liked the cock, but all those hairs put me off. I'm the same as John, but Nina's are short, and you have none."

"Pubic hairs are normal, but some people choose to trim them, like Nina, and others remove them completely, like I have done.

"Would you like him shaved?"

"Can we?"

"We can, if he's willing. Are you, John?"

This was unexpected. I didn't know that men shaved down there; I had never considered it. But why not? If it was OK for women, why not men?

Inge fetched a razor, shaving crème, water, and towels, then set to work lathering me up before carefully removing all the hair from my pubis, cock, balls, and, to my surprise, my arse crack. The whole process was incredibly arousing.

"Why don't you feel how smooth he is?" asked Inge.

Alice reached out to touch me, hesitantly, tentatively, softly.

"Would you like to make him come?" asked Inge gently.

"No," Alice hesitated, "but I'd like to see it. Would you do it?"

"John?"

"Please go ahead."

A dollop of lube and Inge's more experienced hands replaced Alice's. Without my pubes, the sensation was intense. It was about to become even more so.

"Spread your knees, please."

Without a pause, a finger slipped into my arse. And that was it, I ejaculated almost immediately, the cum arcing above me.

Alice giggled.

Inge replaced me on the bed to give Alice a tour of her body. As her subject, that was not so easy when lying face down.

"John, please demonstrate putting a finger in my arse."

I was happy to help.

After she turned over, I was called on again to demonstrate sticking fingers in her pussy.

"Make me come," she instructed.

Inge and I needed a shower. Alice watched as we soaped, rinsed, and dried each other. It was another demonstration of a considerate relationship.

After lunch, I watched as Inge compared her body to Alice's.

"Would you like me to shave you?" she asked.

The young woman nodded. With the same care that she had shown me, Inge removed all of Alice's pubes.

"Now, would you like to have sex with John?"

Alice hesitated. "Not yet. Is Janet here?"

"No, but I could stand in for her, if John is willing."

"Would you? Please," asked Alice. She was getting the message about consent.

"Of course," we both answered.

We followed the script established by Nina and me. Beginning with light kisses, gradually escalating through intimate touching to full intercourse. All the time, Alice was sitting next to us, sometimes touching, sometimes exclaiming, "Oh yes".

I ejaculated inside Inge but kept thrusting until I was sure that she had come too.

"Thank you, John," she murmured as I rolled off her.

We showered together again.

"You are doing very well, Adam. You are a natural for this kind of work. Can I take you on?"

I laughed, "Thanks for the feedback, but I don't think this fits with my career plans."

"Not even as an occasional 'thing'?"

"Never say never, they say, so maybe."

"Let's keep in touch," Inge said.

We returned to the lounge, where Alice was sitting on the sofa, deep in thought.

"I need to prepare dinner," Inge announced. "Why don't you two talk?"

I was petrified. What if I said the wrong thing to this fragile young woman?

Inge saw my concern and said, "Trust yourself, John."

I should not have worried. We discussed music we liked, the latest films, and other topics, the things that young people usually talk about. I realised that this was precisely what Inge would want, building the sort of healthy relationship that Alice seemed to be scared of.

What I had not noticed until then was that Alice was naked, no robe. I had no idea how long she had been like that, but I took it as a good sign.

Dinner was Cottage Pie, presumably prepared earlier, but none the worse for that. We shared another bottle of wine, then watched some medical drama on TV,

It was the moment of truth.

"What do you want to do, Alice?" asked Inge.

A deep sigh preceded a long pause. I felt like I was being judged, worthy of a fuck, or not? That was unfair, but I could not get the thought out of my mind.

"I'm not sure," she said quietly, "but I would like to try. Can we start like you and Nina did?"

"Of course," said Inge, "we go as far as you feel comfortable with. Real intimacy is about recognising and respecting the wishes of your partner. John knows that, and I think you have seen it in him.

"Tonight, there are two rules: you lead at your own pace, but only with his agreement."

"I understand," she replied.

"John, shall we go to bed?"

"Yes, please, I would like that."

So, we did. Alice was understandably hesitant; at times, you could almost see her trying to remember what Nina and Inge had done. I did my best to encourage her. So did Inge, who was sitting watching us. Gradually, we went through the same steps, from kissing to the point that I entered her. It wasn't easy, then I realised that this might be her first time.

Inge had mentioned 'difficulty with intimacy', I was such an idiot!

"Does that hurt?"

She smiled, "No, it's good."

As gently and slowly as I could, I pulled back and pushed in again, gradually building my pace; always looking for signs that she was in distress. Her orgasm was muted, perhaps because of discomfort. I came as quickly as I could. Pulling out I noticed a trace of blood on my penis.

Alice hugged me tightly, "Thank you."

"You two should clean up and get some sleep," suggested Inge.

The next morning, I awoke to find Alice draped across me, still asleep. I extricated myself as gently as possible.

"Good morning," said Inge, sipping a cup of tea in the kitchen.

"I wish you had told me that she was a virgin," I said.

"I wasn't certain, her problem has been shutting down at the key moment. In any case, I knew you would handle it well if she were. And you did.

"Are you sure that I can't hire you?"

I smiled. "I'm happy to help when I can, but it is not my calling."

"A word of warning, there is a risk that Alice will want an ongoing relationship with you. That would be a bad thing for both of you. Let me know if she approaches you."

"I understand."

"When she is awake, I would like you to say goodbye and leave. Your job here is done, and done well."

"Thank you."

Epilogue

As I drove back home to London, my car laden with textbooks and course notes, I reflected on working with Nina and Inge. It had been an eye-opening experience. I admired their dedication to helping people who found sex difficult for some reason, their willingness to sacrifice the privacy of their sex lives for the benefit of others.

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There will be more stories about Adam in this series, and you can read about some of his other adventures in 'Adam in Asia'.