Time for the next class...

Nat leaves the classroom and heads upstairs, feeling butterflies in her stomach. Her next class is labeled "Ethics of Sexual Life," and she has no idea what that means. The closest thing she can imagine would be Health class, but of course high school was a very different environment than this. She remembers how awkward she felt in Health to hear her teacher explain that yes, everyone had sex and sexual desire, that this was a normal and healthy thing, that they probably all would once they came of age, that it was a good thing that sexually transmitted diseases had been eliminated nearly a century ago. But when she was young it all felt...abstract{if Virgin = False}, at least until she met Teddy{endif}. Now she's in an environment where people are actually having sex all the time around her, which makes it rather concrete, she reflects{if Slut_Clothes=True} as a passing guy reaches out and gives her ass a squeeze.{if Sluttery < 20} She jumps and swats his hand away.{elseif Sluttery > 60} She groans and pushes back against him briefly, making him grin.{endif}{else}.{endif}

She heads into her classroom and finds a desk just as the bell rings. Looking up, she blinks in surprise - the teacher is a woman, which she knew and expected, but Nat hadn't expected her to be so young. Or...sexy. The woman in her late 20s sitting on a stool at the front of the class is short, with a curvy, hourglass body. Her cherubic face is perfectly framed by her slightly curled blonde bob, and her blue eyes sparkle above a petite nose and red, bow-shaped lips. Most surprising is her prominent green neckband and the fact that she has clearly chosen her dress, a shimmery green halter-top that barely covers the top third of her thighs, to match it.

"Welcome to Ethics of Sexual Life, everyone," the teacher says with a smile. "My name is Ms. Poundwell. I look forward to getting to know you all much better over the course of this year. While I also teach Practices of Sexual Service, this is one of my favorite classes. It allows for more...how shall I put it...robust discussion than the other one, which as the name suggests is focused mostly on application and repetition. Not that there won't be some practical components to this class! It's important to understand the things that we're going to discuss in a visceral, embodied way. Not like I could stop you all from 'practicing,' anyway." She gives the class a little wink, and most of the boys - even a few of the girls - laugh. Nat swallows down her {if Sluttery <30}nervousness{else}sudden surge of anticipation{endif}.

Ms. Poundwell continues: "Sex is a natural part of a healthy adult life. I myself have gotten fucked...oh, I don't know how many times! And I'm sure each of you will, too. In fact, that's partly the point of Bridge Year. Before the end of this year, most of you will probably have tried something you didn't before, whether that's bukkake, butt stuff, bondage, or bodywriting. And that's both good and healthy! We want you, here, to experiment. To find out what you like, if you're a guy, and how to best serve cock, if you're a girl. That's a fun part of growing up!

"But sex isn't all fun and games," she says, raising one finger. "The challenge of navigating the nymphomanic feedback effect and avoiding female erotic sublimation is a very real one. After all, we can't all be blackbands!" That gets a few more laughs. "So this course is, in large part, about how to experiment and figure yourself out safely. We want only as many of you girls to end up full-time cockwarmers as is useful, or society won't be able to run properly."

Several of the girls are nodding, Nat included. This all makes sense - after all, everyone knows that blackbands are important and valuable members of society, but it's hard to imagine anything getting done if every woman were just sitting around, waiting to get fucked all the time. {if Sluttery > 40}She suppresses a shudder of longing at the thought.{elseif Sluttery < 20}She suppresses a shudder of dread at the thought.{endif}

One of the boys, however, raises his hand. "Miss Poundwell? Yeah, sorry, just a question. What exactly do you mean by doing sex stuff 'safely?' I thought they got rid of sexual diseases back in, like, the 1800s?"

Miss Poundwell chuckles. "The early 1900s, Trevor, but close. You ask a good question! The idea behind safe sex is mostly centered around paying attention to your partner, especially for you gentlemen. It's important to understand both where a girl is on the spectrum from woman to cumslut, and how **** she can be to you. For example, let's say...you, there." She points at Nat, who suddenly feels like a deer in headlights as the class's heads swivel to look at her. "{if Slut_Clothes=True}Given that skimpy little getup you're wearing, you look like a girl who's taken a cock or two.{else}You seem like a pretty normal, average-looking girl.{endif} How many men have you been fucked by?"

Nat swallows, suddenly feeling very much on the spot{if Virgin=True} and uncomfortably aware of her own inexperience{elseif Sluttery < 40} and thrown back to the memory of Teddy fucking her the night he took her virginity just last year{else} and struggling to count up the total in her head{endif}. Is there...a right answer here? What sounds better, more? Fewer? {if Virgin=True}None??{endif}