My first orgasm

Among the exciting or unusual events of the past few days, one stood above the rest. The enjoyment of my very first orgasm while looking at all those images in Jake's porn collection was something that I would not soon forget. But was this a suitable topic for class? What would the teacher think if I revealed this to her through my writing? At least she might be more understanding than a male teacher would be.

Briefly I contemplated using something else, but all I could think about right now was that orgasm. Maybe the heat was getting to me, or maybe it was all those beautiful, glistening bodies around me. Glancing at the clock, I saw the seconds ticking away, and I made up my mind. Over the next several minutes, I gathered my thoughts, and compiled them into a rough draft. After a few more minutes, I worked to refine and reorganize it into a coherent paragraph.

"Two more minutes," the professor warned. As I looked up, the nearby students hastily tried to finish up their works. Surveying the room, I witnessed an almost surreal sight of my unclothed classmates concentrating entirely on their writing, with no hint of being distracted by their own nudity or the nakedness of those nearby. I reread my work again, and corrected a minor punctuation mistake, but I felt satisfied with my effort.

"Time's up!", our professor called out. "Have them ready as I pick them up." Then she sauntered through the class row by row, confidently showing off her middle-aged womanhood. Her enormous breasts swayed as she walked and when she turned to each side. I nervously handed her my sheet as she went by, but I was relieved when she simply took it and moved to the next student. After she gathered all of them, she looked up at the clock and announced, "Since we still have a few minutes, I'll read a few of your works aloud." Oh god. What if she picks mine?

Based on some of the wording, the first one she picked must have been written by one of the guys. It described the events at the beginning of today's class in crude detail, with lots of emphasis focused on seeing girls' breasts, butts and even a few pussies. It ended with a statement that this was now his favorite class and one that he would make an extra effort to always attend. "Crude, but effective," the professor judged. Next, she read a very similar paragraph, but this time it was was written from the perspective of one of the girls that had opted to fully disrobe. Again it described the events from today, but it used much more refined words. Her closing statement indicated that she was excited about this newfound confidence she'd discovered from showing off her body. The professor held it up slightly as she finished and declared, "This is a wonderful tale of personal growth. We have time for one more. Let me see if I can find one with a different flavor."

As she sifted through the pile, I knew exactly which one she would read. "Here's one." She hesitated for a moment as she skimmed it, but then decided it was worth relaying.

'I'd never known pleasure. For years, I'd dreamed of what it might be like, but there was nothing to compare. A few nights ago, that changed forever. Driven by curiosity, erotic imagery and self-awareness, I rubbed myself in a sensitive place, ever more vigorously, until an explosion of satisfaction surged throughout my entire body. Since then, I've wanted to repeat it more and more, and I regret I hadn't tried it sooner.'

A couple girls in the class audibly gasped. Was it that stirring? Was it because they found it hard to belief that I'd never had an orgasm until a couple days ago? Or perhaps it was because I'd written about some kind of taboo subject?

"Very personal and moving," added the professor. "Although we seldom discuss it in this type of class, sexual exploration can be a wellspring for writing. By all means, please continue to use it as an inspiration for your work."