Day 3 - Mrs. Kelly and the Catholic Schoolgirls

I had shown the girls where the laundry area of the shelter was. Mrs. Kelly offered to launder all their clothes at once so they wouldn’t waste time each laundering separately. They had light travel bags and didn’t bring much clothing or any other essentials. I had to go to storage to fetch them some clothes.

I went to the fetish area of my clothing storage hold and brought out six skirts that I had planned for schoolgirl fetishes and six white button-up shirts for them to wear.

“Adam this is all you have?” Mrs. Kelly asked.

The girls were currently in the laundry room undressing and throwing their clothes into the hamper. Mrs. Kelly blocking the room though I could easily spy in my control room if I wanted to.

“I do have men’s underwear, would the girl’s want that?” I asked.

Mrs. Kelly looked at the clothes and said, “This is very kind of you.”

“Don’t mention it. If there’s anything else you need, ask. I’ll just get out of your hair for now.”

Mrs. Kelly nodded, and I left her and went to the control room to spy on the girls. All of them had nubile and supple bodies. I took out my dick and stroked it there and blew one out and made my way to make lunch.

I brought out empty cans of tuna and harvested some cucumbers and tomatoes from the hydroponic gardens and made a light salad.

Again all the girls filed in the mess hall dining area at different times, this time they did sit in one table, each talking to each other. They had sat closer to the table me, and Mrs. Kelly was sitting and eating together.

They were all wearing skirts and no bras, their nipples making silhouettes in the shirts, while their regular clothes and real uniforms were in the laundry. I chewed and tried to sneak looks at their thighs and legs and up between their legs where I had hoped some of them had all their panties in the laundry as well.

I went back to conversing with Mrs. Kelly, I was on a first name basis with her now.

I would push my luck.

“Faith, if you don’t mind me asking but what is the academy’s position on sexual education.”

Mrs. Kelly thought about it for a while. Her brain trying to work out a series of complex puzzles and then finally answered after a pause.

“The board and parents agreed that we would only push abstinence-only education in that regards.” Mrs. Kelly said. “We do talk about STIs and the dangers of premarital sex.”

I chewed and then swallowed. “So no contraception talk or birth control talk?”

“We are Catholics, Adam. Abortion and contraception are deemed immoral by the Church and the Vatican.”

I nodded. “But it seems a bit naïve and dangerous to not cover those areas. If you warn about the dangers of STDs, shouldn’t you teach the girls how to prevent it?”

Mrs. Kelly thought to herself. The serum wheeling in her mind.

“I suppose you make a good point.” Mrs. Kelly conceded.

“I actually have a degree in comprehensive sexual education training. I’d be happy to run a course so the girls and you could get a complete educational experience,” I said lying obviously.

“Do you? I’d suppose I’d have to check your degree. Even then I’d still have to run it by the girls. They are adults now so can make their own decisions about whether they would opt-in to it.”

Uh oh. “Uh sure. I’ll go to my room and fetch it.”

I finished my meal and put the dishes in the dishwasher and briskly walked to the storage holds. I sprinted and fetched a nice color printer from storage and attached it to my laptop. In photoshop I quickly made a fake degree, it looked shotty and amateurish, and I printed it.

I took it and removed a frame from my bedroom wall of my mother Ms. Ivy Smith, removed the photo placing it somewhere safe and then placed the “degree” in it.

I made my way the back to the mess hall area and Mrs. Kelly, Faith, was clearing the tables of the dishes that the girls had left and put them into the large industrial dishwasher.

I showed her the degree. She eyed it, and I gulped. She looked at it long and hard, her eyes glaring at it like one of those magic eye books.

“Wow, that’s awfully impressive Adam. I didn’t know Harvard offered a Sex Ed degree. You’re so young too.”

I laughed a bit embarrassed. Faith thought to herself.

“Well, I’ll have to talk to the girls about it.”

“You can tell them that a comprehensive sexual education course would look great on their college applications and resumes,” I lied.

“That’s a great idea, Adam.” Mrs. Kelly said. “I’ll get back to you on it.”

Faith turned the dishwasher on and went on her way. My first thought was the minute she left my sight, Faith would take the girls and run away from this creep.

I walked to the control room and saw Faith talking to the girls in the lounge area. They were all watching a movie. They looked agreeable when she posed the question. I sighed in relief. So it worked.

After dinner and during the night, Faith came to me and told me all the girls had agreed. Tomorrow I would teach my first sex education class.