Her booming sexuality could sure use some repressing...

Even back home Tia had always been sexually curious and had slept her way around, even using her wiles to get passing grades. It seemed like as soon as she got a boyfriend her legs popped open, and it hadn't stopped now that she was in college. Seeing the small advertisement for sexual repression made her smile and tear it from the board.

"Exactly what I need. If I can just suppress it then maybe I can focus on studying and get a job," she told herself excitedly, then froze as she spotted a date and time on it. "Today? Now?"

Tia rushed off, her short skirt flipping up to give a good view to anyone who looked. Off to one of the run down buildings she went, and up a set of stairs until she stopped, panting slightly, in front of a door just as it was closing.

"Wait!" she called out, and the door popped open. A geeky looking boy a little older than her stared at her as she squeezed by, her body brushing along his and making her bite her lip.

"Th-this is the sexual repression seminar," he squeaked, cleared his throat, and continued. "I, uh, think you might have the wrong room."

Smiling as he looked her up and down Tia leaned toward him so that the other people in the room wouldn't hear. "I'm in the right room. I really need help with sexual repression. I've got so much sexual needs practically ready to explode from me like a windstorm blowing off my clothes."

The boy's eyes glazed at the image crossing his mind. "Uh, well, we're at the point where we suggest treatments..."

"Oh goody! I need some good treating. I'll just take a seat then."

"Right," was all the man could say as she flounced across the room, her skirt riding dangerously high.

"I'm Tia Lopes, folks," she introduced herself, taking in the crowd. They all looked so uptight and ordinary, wearing so much clothing, and the few girls there looked like they weren't even wearing make-up, and wore bulky clothes that hid the outlines of their bodies. The men looked nervous, eying her with interest, yet they too wore clothes that didn't exactly flatter them.

There was another guy, however, who looked like he was probably an athlete. His shirt was cut to show his bulging biceps, and the shorts he wore let her know his legs were just as muscular. He slouched, leering a little as he took her in, looking not at all like the the unconfident lot sitting a little away from him. He was like a lion to their herd of gazelles.

"Well hello Tia, I'm Brock," the athelete said with a bright smile. "Come sit beside me while Aaron continues."

"Uh, actually..." one of the prim looking girls said, standing up and eying Tia with distaste, "I think I'll take this opportunity to leave. I'm not sure I like the way this is going."

"What? But..." Scott scarcely got out two words before the girl and her neighbor fled the room, leaving Tia the sole girl.

"Well that's too bad," Brock said, bringing Scott's attention back to the class. "But we can still get on with the lesson on how to release our sexuality. Right Tia?"

Tia smiled uncertainly, accepting the seat beside him. When his hand descended on her shoulder to pat it and then linger she squirmed a little, mostly against her own impulse lean into his touch. He exuded the same king of bad-boy aura that had always gotten her in trouble in the past. But he was here, trying to conquer that just like she was, so decided to let it go.

"Right," she smiled.

Scott closed his eyes, as if deciding how to proceed.

"As I mentioned, there are multiple therapies to remedy sexual repression. There is psychoanalytic therapy, medical ****, hypnosis, cognitive therapy where you stretch your boundaries, group therapy..."

"Group therapy sounds awesome to me," Brock told Tia, leaning over to 'confide' in her, even though the rest of the class probably heard. Tia smiled politely at his confession, then realized he'd stayed leaning in and had his arm across her shoulders.

"Are we, uh, going to practice any of those?" Tia asked, hoping to get Brock back on course and distract herself from the hard muscles pressing against her.