Week 6: Advanced Intercourse Techniques

“Well, thoughts?” Garringer asked me.

“I have no fucking clue how I would even know it’s working or not when it is,” I said.

He laughed.

Week 6, Advanced Intercourse Techniques, had been a whirlwind tour of a Kama Sutra worth of positions. Amber and I had been partnered with Violet, the Hispanic girl from Arizona with a sort of hippy vibe. I was well and fucked out after my time with them both.

“Seriously, sir,” I said. “How am I supposed to know when I’ve found my mindfulness and influenced someone when all the feedback I get is that maybe it worked?”

He nodded. “Good. You’re asking the right questions.” Another binder came out and was slid over to me. “Keep trying. You’ve got five classes left before Miss Verwolf is no longer yours.”

“What’s wrong?” Amber asked, rubbing my shoulders. She was straddling my waist as I laid on my stomach and had been giving me a back rub.

“Garringer,” I sighed. “He’s kind of a prick.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, whatever it is,” she said, going back to running her hands over my skin.

“I’ll have to,” I said, shaking my head.

“Olivia called me earlier,” Amber said. “I said she should come over tonight. She’ll be here in about twenty minutes.”

I raised my eyebrows and craned my neck back to look at her.

She grinned. “To study,” she clarified.

Apparently, despite being my girlfriend now, studying with others was still on the table.

“That’s it, Nate,” Sinclair grunted. She wasn’t flexible enough to get both her legs behind her head, but she could get one back there while the other was held wide. “Dick me down. That’s it. Fuck, you must be getting a lot of practice.”

I laughed, shaking my head to clear it a little and then grabbing the Professor's big, gumdrop-sized nipples and tugging on them roughly the way she liked. “That I am, Professor,” I said. Thank him, I tried to will at her.

“Good,” Sinclair said and then wiped the sweat from her brow. “Let’s switch positions then. Wheelbarrow.”

I grunted, pulling my cock from her so we could switch it up. Her office was a little cramped for acrobatic fucking positions, but we still managed it.