Anatomy lesson with the dorm virgin

Amber stood up at precisely 2:38 and announced they had to head to class. She could have left by 2:45 and still made it. Besides, if she showed up late, Professor King wouldn’t have cared. I was late most of the time last semester, and she never mentioned it.

On cue, though, Zoey, Mike, Sara, and Quinn followed Amber out of the room. They’d all decided to take English Comp together. Only Luke and I had completed it the semester before. I looked up at Luke, sitting on my bed, and knew he would stand up to leave the second they’d all left. It was almost like he couldn’t manage to be alone in the same room as me.

I almost laughed. I wondered why that was.

The room Sara and I shared was the social hub of our wing of the dorm, the place where people could lounge between classes or swing by in the evening just to see what was happening. We basically kept a mostly open-door policy. If it was unlocked, all our friends were free to come in and hang. If it was locked, we were probably out, or one of us was getting fucked.

But I knew the dorm would be empty for the next few hours, and I’d be stuck sitting around by myself until we all met up for dinner. I didn’t have any homework left and had already worked out that morning. I needed something to entertain me. This used to be the ideal time to fuck my boyfriend. That fucker had to go, though.

As soon as everyone filtered out, Luke shifted to get off the bed. He’d quickly say goodbye and retreat to his dorm. Probably to jerk off thinking about me.

“Hey, Luke,” I said. “When are you going to make a move on Zoey?”

“What?” he asked, momentarily frozen on my bed.

“Zoey. Are you going to actually make a move or just pine for her all semester?”

He gave me this look, like he was about to panic, and his face went totally red. This was too fucking easy.

“You know, I bet if you asked her out, she might say yes.”

Hmm, how else could I tease him?

“Or perhaps you and Zoey could watch a movie together. You both like those boring old movies. What I would do if I were you is just share her bed while you watch it. Once she is into the movie, just give her little brushes up her arm. She will totally make out with you at least.”

“How would we end up in the same bed?”

Oh my god, this boy was never going to get fucked.

“Luke, have you ever even kissed a girl?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Not your mom?”

“Shut up,” he said. “I’ve had a girlfriend.”

“Did you fuck her?”

“You know I’m a virgin.”

I laughed. Of course I knew he was a virgin. When I first met him in the dorms, I’d initially guessed he was gay. He was cute enough, with his curly hair, and honestly, once I saw him with his shirt off, he was more impressive than I expected, but still, he was so fucking shy. And he was definitely not my type. He was five-ten, my exact height, which was a deal breaker.

But he definitely wasn’t gay. No gay guy would sneak glances at my body like he did. It was hilarious to catch him and make sure he knew I’d caught him. I could practically feel the guilt radiating off of him. In spite of that, it never stopped him for long.

He might still be bi, though. Wouldn’t put it past him.

“Did she suck your dick at least?” I asked.

He settled back onto the bed, looking down at me. I sat at my desk, which was pressed against the end of my bed.

“No, we didn’t do stuff like that.”

“So no handjobs.”

“Anna, seriously, why are you asking me this?”

“Just curious. So you just kissed?”

“Yeah.”

“And just that one girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Did she let you play with her tits?”

I wanted to see when he would finally stop me. I doubted he would. Maybe he’d retreat to his room, though, and really have some material for his masturbation session thanks to this little inquisition. Fuck, I’d probably be doing the same.

“We didn’t do stuff like that. We just kissed a few times.”

“So you’ve never seen a pair of tits?”

He swallowed, but then seemed to decide that he’d stick this out.

“Once a girl took her shirt off for me and a friend.”

“Seriously, did you jerk off to her, you perv?”

“God, Anna, she just let me feel them for a few minutes.”

“Luke, if a girl takes her top off for you, she probably wants more than a few-minute breast exam. God, you will never get to fuck Zoey if you can’t read a sign like that.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“She just wanted to make sure you knew what a tit felt like?”

“I don’t know.”

God, he was so pathetic.

“Did you ever touch your girlfriend’s pussy?”

“No.”

“So you’ve kissed one girl, seen one pair of tits, never seen or touched a pussy, never gotten a handjob, never gotten a blowjob, and never fucked a woman.”

I paused for dramatic effect.

“Have you fucked a guy?”

“What the fuck, no,” he said with just a bit too much defensiveness. Totally bi.

“Why haven’t you done anything at college? Have you been with anyone since school started?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Anna, seriously, why are you asking me this stuff?”

“I’m just curious. Like, you aren’t ugly. You’re a little shy, but people like you. Way more pathetic people than you have been fucking all year.”

“Thanks,” he said with a sad smile.

“Zoey would let you do something if you just made a move.”

He just sat there considering that, and I knew he wouldn’t do anything. He was better looking than I gave him credit for, totally not my type, but maybe just for this one afternoon, he might be a little fun. It had been a bit since my boyfriend and I broke up, and I was still evaluating the field.

“Are you going to make a move on Zoey?”

“I don’t know.”

“Luke.” I looked up at him. I was wearing a jean skirt and knew he’d already snuck a couple of peeks at my panties when I uncrossed and recrossed my legs. Fucking pervert.

I uncrossed my legs and this time held them open for him. His eyes darted down to my panties, but then shot back up to my face. He tried to hold my gaze but only lasted a few seconds as I smiled at him. He looked at the wall.

I knew I could wait him out. He only made it a few more seconds before looking back down at my pussy. Fuck, this was kind of hot.

“When was the last time you jerked off to me?”

“Anna!”

“Come on, I know you do.”

“What, no.”

“Please, I bet every guy in this dorm has. It’s not a big deal.”

He shifted to slip off the bed. “I’m gonna go.”

“Go jerk one out, I bet,” I teased.

Right as his feet hit the ground, I asked, “Do you want to see my pussy?”

That got him to pause. He stared at me for a moment, just standing there, then snuck another glance down at my still spread legs.

“I might even let you lick it.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I’m offering you a chance that so many guys would fucking kill for.”

“You’re serious?”

“The worst that can happen is you get on your knees in front of me and then I tell you to get the fuck out. You still get a better view than you’ve ever gotten before.”

He studied me like I was a predator ready to devour him. I guess I was. It was so different from the guys I usually went for. They understood that when a girl opens her legs for you, you get in there. With them, it was a fucking battle for who could assert their will over the other. I always won, but it wasn’t always a clean victory.

Luke, though, would do whatever the fuck I wanted.

“Go lock the door.”

He hesitated, then seemed to decide that the risk was worth it. He walked to the door and slid the latch before walking back to me.

“Get down here,” I said as I spun my chair away from my desk so I could face the open area between my desk and Sara’s.

He dropped to his knees in front of me. Damn, it was fucking hot having someone respond instantly to my every word.

“You’ve never seen a pussy?”

“Not in person.”

“So only porn? You boys are so fucking ruined by porn. This isn’t going to be porn, got it? Let me give you a little anatomy lesson first.”

I stood up and unbuttoned my skirt, then slid it and my panties down in a single motion. I sat back on the chair but lifted one leg onto the edge of my desk so I was completely exposed to him. It was so fucking hot knowing he could see everything. He knelt in front of me, just staring at me with a hunger I’d never seen from him.

“Okay, anatomy lesson. These are my labia,” I said as I rubbed over the edges of my pussy. “Pay attention because I will be testing you.”

I traced two more circles over the folds as I took him in. He already had an erection pressing against his pants that he was trying to hide. I wanted to tell him to pull it out, knowing I’d need to see it. But there was no way I could let him know I wanted to.

“This is the mons pubis,” I said as I ran my hand through my bush. “Did you know that name?”

“No.” He shook his head as his eyes stayed glued to my pussy.

“Right here.” I ran my hand up my slit, taking in the moisture. This was his first time, so I hoped he wouldn’t notice how fucking horny I was. “This is the vaginal opening. This is where you’d insert your cock if I were letting you fuck me. You don’t get to fuck me, though.”

“I know,” he said quietly.

God, if this were my ex, he’d have his cock in me already.

“This here is an asshole.” I reached down and teased it. “You have one too. You are not to touch it. You might think you can just slip a finger in and I will just go with it. Boys are so stupid. If you try it, I will slap you in the face, kick you out, and make sure every person in the dorm knows you are a prematurely ejaculating, small-cocked loser, understood?”

“Yes.”

The threat wasn’t needed with him. He would do what he was told. It was kind of nice.

Maybe if he was good, we could get to anal play in a future session.

“Good, this is my clit. This is what you’re going to learn about today.”

I pressed my finger against my clit, making sure not to show any of the pleasure that was washing over me.

“Did you get all that?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. He was leaning in closer, so fucking eager. It was doing more for me than it should have.

“Okay, let’s have you take your first lesson. What were all the parts I told you about?”

“There was the labia and the mons pubis.” He started reciting the list. It was not going to be that sort of oral exam.

“Luke, show me where each is. Use your hands.”

It took him a moment. Then he inched his knees forward so I could practically feel his breath against my thighs. He brought his hand up, then hesitated, pausing and glancing up at me as though to check for permission once again.

I just stared at him. I’d given him permission and needed him to fucking touch me.

Finally, his fingers brushed the very outer parts of my labia. I bit back the moan, but slid a little lower in the chair so I was completely exposed to him.

“This is the labia. There is the labia majora.” He touched my outer lips. “And the minora.”

“Oh shit, you have been studying. Did you learn that from porn?”

He laughed this time. “I don’t think that is covered in porn.”

“Keep going. And stop showing off.”

He didn’t move on right away, though. He ran his fingers over my pussy lips, even taking them lightly between his fingers. I fought to keep my breathing steady.

Finally, he slid forward and brought his fingers to my bush. It wasn’t a big bush, slightly less blonde than my hair. I made a point of keeping it trimmed. My boyfriend hated it. He always wanted it clean-shaven. He could go fuck himself.

“This is the mons pubis,” he said as he ran his fingers down.

“They didn’t cover that in porn anatomy?”

“No,” he laughed.

Fuck, he was getting too comfortable.

“Do you like my bush?”

He froze.

“My boyfriend preferred a clean-shaven pussy. I hope some bald fucking bitch is making him happy.” I smiled down at Luke as he stared at me like we’d reached the point where I might bite off his head. “What do you prefer?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Sure you do. I bet you prefer bald fucking pussies, just like my ex. You boys are all the same.”

He broke eye contact and looked back down at my pubes.

“You look really sexy, Anna.”

I knew I looked sexy. That was the point of this whole activity, but fuck, it was almost sweet, if I let myself think about it—so I didn’t.

“You aren’t getting brownie points for compliments.”

He slid his hand out of my bush and back down along my labia, then lower. He paused right before he got to my asshole.

“This is your perineum.”

God, I hated that word.

He rubbed it ever so gently, and I was tempted to ask him to begin the oral exam. It had always been a sensitive spot for me. I knew he would properly fucking worship it.

“And of course your asshole,” he said without slipping his fingers any lower than my taint. We really needed a renaming of that area.

His fingers came up through my slit, taking in all the moisture. So much for hiding how wet I was.

He paused at my opening, and I needed him to slip a finger in.

“This is your vaginal opening.” He smiled up at me.

“This is not a hard test. Stop being so fucking pleased with yourself.”

He brought his fingers to my clit and held them there.

“And this is your clit.”

“Good job,” I said after a moment of sensation. “Now close your eyes. I’m not convinced you truly knew the material.”

He glanced down at my pussy one more time, then closed his eyes.

I should make him wear a blindfold. That would be hot. I didn’t want to get up, though.

“No peeking. I want you to go back through the lesson, but this time show me each spot I call out.”

“Okay,” he said.

“You can only use your mouth, though.”

He gulped.

“Let’s start at the beginning. Where is my labia?”

Luke leaned forward until his nose pressed against me, practically massaging my clit. He brought his tongue out and took a moment to situate himself, first pressing it into the moisture of my slit.

Oh shit, I really needed something in me.

“Wrong,” I said.

He slid over to my labia and licked up one side, then the other. When I didn’t stop him, he did it again. I let him repeat the movement, figuring it didn’t hurt to linger.

“Okay, and where is my mons pubis?”

He brought his tongue directly into my mound and licked through my coarse hair. God, his eagerness was making me wet.

“And my perineum, as you called it?”

He slipped down and didn’t hesitate at all. He brought his tongue out and lapped at the skin right above my ass. Fuck, I’d never gotten a guy to lick down there before. It felt good.

“And now my asshole?”

He froze, his mouth still on my taint.

“Go ahead, you can show me with your tongue.”

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

“No cheating.”

He shut his eyes and brought his mouth down to my asshole. His tongue pressed out and he licked at me with a quick, eager rhythm.

Holy fucking shit.

I fought the urge to bring my fingers to my clit. It would only take a minute with him licking my asshole and me fingering my clit for me to get off. Then I could send him to his dorm. I brought my fingers to the back of his head instead.

He licked me as I let him linger there. He seemed content, and fuck, it felt good.

Finally, I needed him to worship my clit with that tongue.

“Okay, perv, you like eating ass apparently. Show me where the clit is.”

He broke away and wiped the spit off his face before bringing his mouth up to my slit. Rather than going immediately to my clit, he licked into my slit again. This time I didn’t stop him.

He ran his tongue up my slit until it pressed directly over my clit. Impressive. I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to find it.

“Now, with the clit, you need to be more gentle. Don’t be fucking raping it with your tongue like you just did with my asshole. Give me slow, consistent pressure. I will tell you if something needs to change.”

His tongue pressed out and spread across the area, sending sparks up my back.

Fuck.

I clamped my eyes shut as I fought back the urge to grind my hips against him.

He kept up the pressure, licking me, seeming content with what I offered even though I refused to acknowledge how fucking good it felt.

I reached over to my desk drawer, breaking away from Luke’s mouth. I pulled open the bottom drawer and brought out my vibrator. It was a little purple dildo-shaped vibrator that was perfect for slipping into myself while I teased my clit.

“Okay, we are going to move on to the next part of the lesson.”

I turned it on to the lightest setting and felt the vibrations travel up my fingers.

“You are going to put this in the vaginal opening. Do you remember where that is?”

He reached out and grabbed the vibrator without answering and brought it to my opening.

“Don’t ram it in. Just tease it at my entrance.”

He pressed it into me until maybe an inch was inside me.

“You better be able to fucking multitask. Find my clit again.”

His mouth came right back to my clit, and he went to work with his tongue. His hand held the vibrator in me. I reached down and pushed it in a little further.

He did an amazing job of holding a steady rhythm with his tongue while moving the vibrator in a slow pumping motion.

Fuck, I was going to fucking cum on Luke’s mouth. My orgasm built, and I fought back every moan. As everything went black, I bucked my hips once against his mouth as I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t realize he’d made me cum.

He slowed down with his tongue, though, kept giving me gentle licks until I finally reached down and pulled him by the hair off me.

“Okay, I think that is good enough for the first lesson.” His mouth was covered in my juices, his hair was a mess, and he seemed satisfied.

I should send him back to his room. Tell him to just get the fuck out. And stop looking so pleased with himself.

I knew I needed to see his cock, though.

“Luke, as a reminder, I am not going to fuck you. Got it?”

“Yeah,” he said, returning to his usual shy state.

“I’m also not going to give you a fucking blowjob, handjob, or anything. Got it?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“How big is your cock?” I asked, smiling to myself.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean how big is your penis. Like how long is it? In inches.”

This was my favorite game. I played it with all the guys. I loved for them to claim some absurd number, then get all defensive when I brought out a ruler. My boyfriend, the fucker, had claimed seven and a half inches. I had to promise him a blowjob to get him to let me measure it. Five point zero one inches. It was fine. I didn’t need more, but his face was totally worth it.

“I don’t know.”

“You’ve never measured?”

“No.”

“How big do you think it is?”

“I don’t know. Mediumish?”

“Get it out. Let me see it.”

He was still kneeling in front of me, but his entire body tensed as he suddenly got even more nervous.

“We’re not going to do anything with it. I just want to see it.”

He waited another moment, and I thought I might need to come up with another threat. I wasn’t going to offer him a blowjob, but finally he slid his pants down and his penis came out.

“Stand up, take off your shirt.”

He pulled off his shirt, and I took in the abs that always surprised me. He didn’t have a gym-rat body at all, but he was more muscular than I’d expected from his skinny frame.

Then he stood up. His cock pointed right at me. Holy shit, it was impressive. I resisted the urge to reach out and grip it.

It was easily bigger than my ex. It wasn’t one of those porn monsters that skewed people’s perceptions, but it seemed fucking nice.

“Let’s see how large it is.”

“What?”

“I’m going to measure it for you.”

I reached out and grabbed the ruler from my top desk drawer.

“Wait, I’m not sure.”

“Relax. It’s important to know. Hold your cock out flat.”

He did as he was told and held his cock out so it was pointed directly at me, lined up right with my tits.

I pressed the ruler against his groin and leaned in to look at the measurement. Six point five five inches. Seriously not bad at all. Actually, fucking impressive.

“You’re six inches.” I rounded down.

“Is that bad?”

“You’re the one with the penis. You should know this stuff.”

He was still holding his cock so it pointed at me.

“How do you jerk off?”

“With my hand.”

“Yeah, no shit. But how? Show me.”

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and started jerking. He must have been super fucking horny to not debate me.

He got into it right away. I wanted to lean forward and wrap my lips around the cock. Seriously, I wanted to push him onto the bed and crawl on top of him, but that was just horny Anna speaking. There was no way I’d do that with him.

He was looking at my chest. I wasn’t even wearing anything sexy. I had on a white T-shirt and a bra. He couldn’t even see any cleavage or the outline of anything. But he just stared.

“I’m not going to show you my tits. Understood?”

“Yeah.” His eyes snapped back up to my face as he continued to stroke himself, but after a bit, they drifted back down to my chest.

I needed to see him cum. I was trying to decide where I wanted him to cum when he gasped. His dick was still pointed right at me when the first pulse shot out. The first burst of cum landed right on my chest.

Fuck.

The second shot went high and landed on my neck. The next dribbled out and landed on my exposed thigh.

“What the fuck, Luke!” I said dramatically.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.”

“You fucking came on me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Anna, seriously, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care. Get out.”

He grabbed his pants and slipped them on, then walked to the door, not even bothering to pick up his shirt.

As he turned the latch, I said, “Luke, you are not to tell anyone about this, understood?”

“Yes.”

“Ever.”

“Yes. Look, Anna, I’m…”

I cut him off. “Just go.”

He closed the door, and I stood and walked over to make sure it was locked. Then I came back to my desk, grabbed my vibrator, and crawled on top of the bed. I looked down at the cum as I pressed the vibrator back to my clit.