No, Orientation time

Natalie guided John into Dorm 7. It was centrally connected to eight other towers of similar height. It was simple and built with brick, a square tower rising into the sky.

"It's time for your orientation. When you reach the auditorium, Dean MacIntyre will give a speech. Then you'll be sorted into one of the eight houses. Seville: the mechanical, Cupid: the lovers, Ambrose: the erudite, Valaros: the brave, Furtivia: the sly, Timios: the humble, Magnix: the selfless, and finally Hunxor: the... physically gifted." Natalie explained without taking a breath.

"Which are you in?" John asked inquisitively.

"Ambrose." Natalie replied, while she mined reading a book. They finally came upon a door marked AUD01.

"Good luck!" Natalie said, before she pushed John into the auditorium. A stern looking African-American man wearing a suit stood behind a podium as people filed in from different entrances. The mess of people sat down before the man cleared his throat.

"I am Dean MacIntyre. In a moment, you will be sorted into your respective houses, but first, allow me to introduce you to The Academy," The man began, "The Academy was built on the premise of expanding the knowledge of sex to its limits. As such, you will have access to a high school experience like no other on this Earth. Your teachers will encourage sexual discovery. The upperclassmen will even conduct experimentation to learn how we learned what we know about sex. Each student is assigned a roommate of the opposite gender. This is to encourage applying techniques learned in class as soon and as often as possible. At The Academy *pause for dramatic effect* anything is possible. So! Let's get sorting! If you're name is called, come up to the stage and a representative will take you to the sorting room."

"Seamus, Reginald!" The Dean began...

"And last but not least! Doe, John." John lethargically went up to the stage. A girl beckoned him to the backstage area.

"Hi, I'm Elena. I'm a junior here and I'll be conducting your sorting. Follow me."

John took the opportunity to check her out. She too wore running shorts but, instead of a school t-shirt, she wore a tight fitting athletic shirt. It was only covering about B cups, but her chest wasn't her best feature, nor was her (admittedly above average) butt, which was connected to long, powerful legs. It was Elena's face that caused his eyes to widen. She was slightly tanned, her face dotted with freckles. John felt the unusual impulse to leave her face plastered with cum. Elena pulled John through a door. He was met with bright white tiles and a small table with chairs. Elena sat down and John sat across from him.

"Ready?" Elena asked, pulling out her wand. John heard her sneakers be slipped off under the table. He didn't even flinch when Elena's legs were daintily placed in his lap. Elena flicked her wand at John's lap. His jeans slid down to his knees. Elena's feet took hold of his boxers and ripped them down too. She replaced her legs in his lap.

"You only need to make one decision." Elena said, "Try your best not to cum. Your ingenuity and stamina will determine your house."