Most people had a healthy sexual appetite, but no one felt any compulsion to have sex. Masturbation to a modest orgasm was easy and satisfying for bot... sexes. Sex was practically guaranteed to be pleasurable. No foreplay was required. The encounter ended with an orgasm for both of them whenever either party had had enough, though the “One, two, three...” technique meant you had the satisfaction of giving your partner a big orgasm instead of a more modest one, and who wouldn’t want to both give. She was jerking him off and sucking his cock; a little touch and feel certainly would not upset her.Cheryl wasted no time giving him her permission, “No, that’s all right. How about a kiss too?”“You want me to kiss your boobs?” Alex asked with mock disbelief.“That’s not what I meant, silly.” Cheryl thought for a second and decided, Why not? He was touching me with his hand. What’s the big deal if he kisses them?“Would you really want to do that?” Cheryl asked, already knowing the answer.Alex. That happened sometimes, usually when somebody's grandma died or whatever. I took advantage of the situation to punch Ricky in the thigh again."Matt Ford!" Mrs. Hailey looked at me and I sat up straight real quickly, figuring I was busted, and Ricky was muttering under his breath."Huh?" I looked at her and then I wondered for a second if it was my grandma who was dead."You need to go to the principal's office," the old teacher said."What? Why me?" I frowned. "What did I do?" I don't know," she. She got frustrated again. “You call that showing me? Take off your pajamas. Take off everything…now!”That seemed like too much. Monica was taking it too far. I wouldn’t. She then threatened me again. She explained that our college was smaller than it seemed. Reputations get around. She would make it her life’s mission to tell everyone what I was doing and that I was some sort of lesbian freak. That scared me. I obeyed her. I removed my pajama bottoms, pajama bottoms and panties. I was.