“Take one, pass it down, you know the drill,” Summer said, starting a stack of brief questionnaires down the first column of desks. “I need these back by the end of class today. In the meantime, let’s talk about touch. Why do we touch people? Anybody?”
On the paper is a series of questions. The directions say to underline the closest answer, and note that the class will probably include hands-on experience outside of preferences.
Lydia let out a groan as she sunk in her seat before being handed the questions. She didn’t want to particularly answer questions about her sex life. She thought she was an open book but after being in this school it made her think otherwise. She looked at the questions and let out a light chuckle. They were not as bad as she thought they would be.
What orientation are you? any
What gender are you? female
What sexual experience have you had already (receiving)? oral vaginal fingering
What sexual experience have you had already (giving)? oral vaginal
What is your pronoun preference? female
Indicate your comfort level with your nudity, 1 is not comfortable at all, 10 is completely comfortable 10
Indicate your comfort level with others’ nudity, 1 is not comfortable at all, 10 is completely comfortable 8
What do you expect to get out of this class?To know how to get the maxim desire out of sex
She felt like kind of a slut filling this out but she turned her paper over and looked back at her teacher.
Summer offered a smile around the room, meeting as many eyes as possible. “Nobody has any thoughts for how touch affects us? I promise I don’t bite, this is the wrong class for that.” Perching on the edge of her desk and letting her legs swing, she considered the faces again. “You. Miss Martin, yes? What do you think?”