Sex education- the first girls class

The first Girls class

Cassandra smiled as she watched her first class of the year troop in. There had been a good turnout after the exact nature of the lesson was explained and the students sworn to secrecy on pain of expulsion. As the year 11 girls took their seats she appraised them silently. They were a good looking group of young ladies for the most part, though that partly because the ugly girls had mostly declined out of embarrassment. The eldest was almost 17, the youngest 15 (she had skipped a year and was perhaps the most mature student in the year). In their traditional school girl uniforms the bi sexual Cassandra could not help but admire them.
She herself was dressed far more appropriately than the first time she had come to the school, she wore a black suit with a skirt cut respectably above her knees and a white blouse that showed little of her assets, but hinted at much.
“Good afternoon girls,” Charles had agreed that it would be best if the sex ed class was the last of the day, to minimise distractions and gossip in other classes.
“My name is Miss Lynx; you will have to bear with me while I learn all of your names. Now, you all know why we are here,” There was a ripple of giggling, Cassandra continued once it had died down
“And while I think you will all have fun remember that this is a class like any other, all rules are the same unless I tell you otherwise.” The girls quieted. Until now there had been a note of incredulity amongst the girls, many only half believed what they had been told; now it was becoming clear that this lesson was serious.
Cassandra had decided to keep as much of normal teaching practise in place as possible in order to remind the girls that they were still in school. To that end she took out her register.
“When I call your name I want you to raise your hand, so I can see who you are,” Cassandra instructed. With only twenty four pupils in the class it did not take long.
Right then, time to begin.
“Marie,” She said, indicating a small brunette sitting near the back of the class “Please close the blinds, it would not do for any younger students to see what we are doing.” Once the blinds were closed and Marie returned to her seat Cassandra could begin the lesson in earnest.
“Right,” Cassandra said crisply, standing up and walking around to the front of her desk. “First of all I will have to ask you all some questions.” A handful to girls groaned and most delved into bags to produce pens.
“Oh no, there is no need to write anything. This is practical sex education; there will be little need for writing during lessons. First, put your hand up if you are a virgin.” Most of the class tentatively raised their hands, only three admitted to having had sex, though in truth embarrassment probably kept one or two silent. Cassandra nodded. In a boarding school with segregated dorms a lower number was to be expected.
“All right, put up your hand if you masturbate,” at first no hands were raised, and then as she waited a few, including two of those who had admitted not being virgins raised their hands. Cassandra nodded once more, some were probably lying out of embarrassment, but she could work on that.
“Alright, you can put your hands down.” Cassandra picked a girl at random; a cute little redhead just turned 16.
“Annabel,”
“Call me Anna Miss.”
“Very well, Anna. Why not?” the girl reddened and looked down mumbling something inaudible.