You're a complete disaster at eating a woman out.

You lap excitedly at her clit like a dog, as she looks down upon you. It just feels... Right, your teacher standing over you like this. She shifts her position, and you move your attention to her lower lips, licking your tongue around her folds.

"...Darkness, have you ever even touched a woman before?" Ms. Devlin glares down at you from above, "Or are you deliberately trying to piss me off? Because that's not how watersports work."

You freeze in place, mortified. Had you... Done something wrong? Wasn't this what you were supposed to do?

No, wait, this wasn't a time to freeze, you had to explain yourself!

"I... I'm straight, Ms. Devlin," You reply, still kneeling, "I have absolutely no experience with women. Not with men, either, but I've at least fantasized there."

You were pretty sure you knew how a blowjob worked from porn, but you'd never paid much attention to what they were doing with women; you'd always just touched yourself and imagined something sexy, not how it was supposed to work.

"Great. The one lump of coal with a glimmer of talent in this mire, and she's a homophobe," Ms. Devlin sighs, "Well, whatever. Just follow my lead; you won't be able to do everything I can, but I can at least teach you the basics. First, strip."

"Hey, I'm not a homophobe!" You protest, as you start taking off your clothes, "My best friend is a lesbian! ...Okay, wait, I know how that sounds, but I've been to rallies and everything!"

"Really, now?" She replies, "A gay best friend, and you never at least considered experimenting? No curious kisses, no exploring gropes? No teased nipples?"

You thought back to your old high school days, when the two of you had first begun to really understand how... Non-platonic your interest in your classmates had become. Except, when Taylor had really understood, there was a lot of tears and hugging. Not because there was anything wrong with her, or because your classmates were particularly unaccepting; there were no such terrible stories when you grew up, thankfully.

No, her realization had been a terrible one, because while there were dozens of charming boys that you could theoretically consider dating... Well, there was nobody for her. The two of you knew most everyone at the school, and no matter how wide a net the two of you might cast, there just weren't any other girls who might be interested in her. You had held out a secret hope that maybe one of your classmates might turn out to be bi, or was just shy, but... Nothing. A couple of boys had started dating, though; just fate rubbing it in.

"No, never," You replied, shaking your head, "She knew how she felt, and I knew how I felt. Abusing her feelings like that would have just been cruel - I want to find someone right for her."

"...Wait, really?" Ms. Devlin asks, looking genuinely confused, "You've brought her up multiple times during all of this, and you aren't secretly in love with her or something?"

"No, not at all; I'm completely straight," You answer, shaking your head again, "She's my best friend, who I would lay down my life for. I do love her as a sister, and consider her family, but what I want most is to find her a wife who would treasure her as much as I do."

Ms. Devlin gives you a long, studying look. A thrill runs down your body as part of you thinks she's appreciating your naked body. A larger, more rational side presumes that she found something strange about what you said.

"...And you people wonder why we claim God cursed you humans," Ms. Devlin sighed, and shook her head, "Well, let me show you a bit of what your stupid heterosexuality **** you to miss out on."

And with that, she moved in to kiss you.