Sex-University: All-Girls Academy
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by Louisa Bacio
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Raised by an over-controlling and manipulative father, Savannah "Van" Morgan flees the East Coast for the West, seeking sanctuary with her Aunt Lucy, headmistress of San Francisco Sex University. Rather than staying at the main campus, Van enrolls in SFSU's more nurturing "sister" school, the All-Girls Academy. After visiting the main campus of SFSU, Margaret "Maggie" O'Neil hangs up her police badge in search of new experiences, hoping to awaken her sex-starved body. With subject matters such as an "Art Sex-education" class with an Italian visiting professor who's more than happy to schedule private tutoring after-hours, the All-Girls Academy invites all sorts of sexual exploration. In the end, will Van and Maggie fall victim to the pressures of society or come together to save each other?
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance/Ravenous Romance, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: July 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [242 KB]
Reading time: 148-208 min.
Out of the Elements
"I've never used a personal massage device."
Savannah blushed all the way to the tips of her ears. She couldn't believe she'd just admitted to that.
"A what?" The woman across from her asked incredulously. They were in the middle of an admissions interview at an exclusive All-Girls Sex Academy, and the questions had turned toward the personal nature.
"You know," Savannah dropped her voice to a whisper. "A vibrator."
The woman slid her glasses down her nose and peered at Savannah with a mixture of curiosity and horror. She looked to be in her mid-forties -- an attractive, aging librarian who probably still turned on plenty of men and women. As the first "face" many saw when they visited the Academy, Mildred fit the part perfectly. Right now, though, she probed a bit deeper than Savannah desired.
"Have you ever achieved orgasm?"
A blush bloomed on Savannah's chest, and then slowly sprouted up her neck, arms and face. She scratched the side of her head, and thought about how to avoid answering the question.
"Is it always this cold this time of year? I come from upstate New York, and I should definitely be used to cold, but this is chil-ly!"
"It says on your application that you graduated from a college in Florida, correct?"
"That's right," Savannah replied, and internally sighed for successfully changing the subject.
"Your blood's thinned out."
"What?" Savannah asked, puzzled.
"Don't ask me to get scientific or anything, but that's what they say about a person in a situation such as yours: 'your blood has thinned out.' You may have been used to cooler weather but after living in sunny Florida, you've gotten used to the heat. Now, our climate feels colder than anything before. You'll get used to it."
She hadn't planned or packed very well. When she thought about moving to California, she thought of the adjective that Mildred had used: "Sunny" California. Little did she realize that Berkeley in the Bay area stayed mostly chilly year-round. Even if the sun came out, the chill factor remained pretty high. And if the breeze picked up, it was all over.
Yet, if they took her, Savannah would be signing away at least three months of her life to live at the All-Girls Academy. That is, if she was lucky and was accepted.
"So back to the question that you avoided," Mildred said. "Have you ever climaxed, either alone or with a partner?"
"No," Savannah murmured.
"No?" The admittance counselor removed her glasses, placing them purposely on the desk. She flipped through a few pages of the application. "And, supposedly, you are the niece of our founder, Lucy Morgana?"
"Yes." Savannah didn't think she could sound more pitiful. "Aunt Lucy is my... aunt. Although, she slightly changed her name from our family surname Morgan."
"And she knows and approves of you being here?"
What's the best way of describing the situation? Savannah thought. She knows? Yes. She approves? Iffy. Would she suggest Savannah do something else? Maybe. She certainly didn't want Savannah joining in San Francisco Sex University, which offered study programs such as BDSM. The thought of that both scared the hell out of Savannah and very much excited her. Maybe, someday.
"I've talked to Aunt Lucy, and she suggested that I enroll in this school," Savannah stressed. "Rather than simply enrolling me herself, I thought it would be good to apply through traditional channels, to see what the process was like, and to see if I could make it on my own."
"But you put 'Aunt Lucy' down as a reference on your application?" the woman asked. "Isn't that not staying under the radar?"
"I never said I wasn't going to use the contacts that I already have," Savannah explained, feeling herself get a little testy after all the waiting and questioning. "That wouldn't be smart. But I also wasn't going to show up at the school, take over a room and make myself at home. I wanted to get in on my own merit."
"Well, it's a little too late for that one," the woman said. "We know that you're here, and we have this gorgeous dossier on your sexual history, and don't get me wrong, as soon as others find out who you're related to, they won't even bother to ask questions."
"So back to the main point: Does Mistress Lucy know about your lack of sexual stimulation?" the woman asked.
"Um, no. That's not something that I share with my family members, or really anyone else," Savannah said. She shuffled her feet under the chair, and braced her hands on the arm rests, readying herself to get up and get the hell out of there.
"Well, it might be something that she can help out with."
"Wha-at?" Savannah stammered. "Why would I want my aunt to help me out with something like that?"
"Well, you do know the history of these schools, right? Mistress Lucy is a master at sexual stimulation and while I didn't mean to imply that you get intimate with your 'aunt,' she probably could offer quite a bit of arousal advice and pleasurable pointers, if you will."
"I'll keep that in mind," Savannah replied.
"Fine." She picked up her glasses and put them back on, returning to the paperwork in front of her. "Now how about reasons for coming to this particular school?"
Savannah rolled her eyes, and turned to look at the view outside the admin's window. The sound of birds chirping floated in through the screen.
"I thought we had gone through that already?" Savannah finally said.
"What I mean, Ms. Morgan, is why an all-girls school? It says here you had a long-term boyfriend, who obviously didn't know how to please you in bed," she paused for emphasis, and Savannah blushed anew. "Have you ever dated women?"
"Again, no. But how do I know what I like, really? I'm attracted to women. The thought of being with a woman excites me. I don't look at a magazine cover of the hottest male star and think, 'I want a piece of that.' But when I see the pouting lips of a modern femme fatale, I want to suck on them. Is that good enough for you?"
"So officially, you'd say that you're 'curious.'"
"If that's what you'd like to put down. Now, really, we've talked about a lot of personal information here. So what do you think? Am I in?"
"Oh, there's no doubt about that. You're in, and I'm sure that you'll have a good time."
The woman pushed some paperwork in front of Savannah and held out a pen. "Sign this paperwork saying that you will not hold the school or any of its officers liable if you should come to any harm, and that includes getting your heart broken."
The purple ink left a smudge on Savannah's hand, and she rubbed it absentmindedly.
"Now the real action can start.