(All together) Blindly bridging gaps

Sometimes, however, the teachers made efforts to shake up the endlessly divisive games of popularity they were all to aware dominated their students’ thoughts. Not that they weren’t aware that such things were only based on the shadows their own lives as adults cast. Still it was generally encouraged to instil in the teens the idea that there was more to physical love than just boasting about how many cocks you’d sucked that morning… or how many holes you’d delved inside. There was also the consideration that once a poor soul got themselves labelled a ‘prude’ it became very hard for them to gain the self-confidence to change that… being as the more ‘outgoing’ classmates might then begin to avoid them like the plague. As if celibacy was infectious.

Some teachers thus liked to turn detentions and punishments for the more popular students into opportunities for ‘extra-support’ classes for the less so. This would more or less involve inviting a group of the latter to come along and have free reign upon one of the former. Thus the teen being reprimanded wouldn’t feel their reputation was being hurt, as it was a mandatory affair. Yet would usually throw themselves fully into the situation, as that whole reputation was centred around their willingness to engage in any sexual experience available. Many an educator had looked on with beaming pride as a collection of social recluses under their wing had reduced a tied and bound cheerleader to a quivering mass, begging to be penetrated every which way they could… Some moments just made the whole stressful profession seem worthwhile. Alex and Simone seemed to find themselves in these sort of situations every other week… though they protested loudly that this was just unfair targeting. Grace, of course, had never even earned a mark for tardiness. Though she had to admit her voluntary after-school tutor sessions often seemed to end up in much the same way.

Mrs. Fallow had her own technique for breaking down barriers. One she was very proud of, and brought out at least once a term. Always when the class least expected it. Today, it would seem, was just such a day.

The whole gym class were instructed to undress together, as usual. Then a bundle of blindfolds was passed round, one for each student. Thus revealing what sort of a lesson this was going to be. The whole group were told to line up along the sides of the great, padded foam pit used for learning the most acrobatic acts of naked gymnastics. Line by line they were told to affix their vision-obscuring scraps of fabric and drop themselves into the pit. The teacher herself guided each group to ensure no unfortunate collisions occurred, before wading her own way in among the now tangled mass of sightless bodies. No precise orders were given, exactly, besides the rule that no blindfold was to be removed and the announcement that a whistle blast meant to begin.

But faced with this hot, writhing and uneven world of darkness. Surrounded by the flesh and grasping limbs of their contemporaries… what order really needed to be given? To a crowd of giggling and ever-horny teens... They set upon each other like rampant animals. Grabbing, squeezing, sucking and stroking everything within reach. Every action had the potential to be pleasuring someone. Every moist hole needed probing and exploring. Without sight all humanity became a tactile beast, **** for the comforting touch of any other soul. Here, within a never-ending flow of given and received sensations… it became all too easy to lose complete sense of where you began and a friend or stranger entered. It was sweaty, steamy and often uncomfortable. There were times when you became buried in a wriggling of bodies and could barely breathe for several flushed minutes. Yet Mrs. Farrow and whichever trainee aides she had pulled in were always present, their own eyes unveiled. Poking, prodding, pulling. Rescuing those who stayed down to long and laughing as they encouraged more mayhem to develop. They poured whole bottles of lubricant and massage oil into the mass of bodies, watching the rippling shudders as the cold liquids seeped in. These slowly warmed and trickled from skin to skin, mixing with the by now inevitable first wave of expulsions from the male students and general seeping of the females.

The ‘pit-game’ was a whispered legend among those schoolkids yet to experience it. A hazy memory among those who had. The jury was ever out whether it was the most awful event… or incredible one, throughout their otherwise endlessly cycling education. It was such an enclosed, personal experience… and yet one they all shared together. Never knowing just who had been that perfect touch they had found in the darkness. It taught them so much… about themselves… about their true place in the world when blind to all society’s wrappings… and did so in such a brief and gasping moment. When the second whistle finally blew Alex, Simone and Grace each surfaced at once. Pulling their blindfolds off blinking at far corners of the crowded recess. They each caught the other’s eyes in the sudden refreshment of stifled lungs, knowing here was a defining moment in their ever-long friendship. All three swore they had felt the others’ touch... Briefly. Fleetingly. Among all the throng of unkempt others. Recognising the kinship they had built up over years. Today was just another day in their march towards adulthood… but they would not forget the ties they bound closer with every one that passed.