The professor is a jerk, but he knows what he's talking about. I wonder if he is a doctor. Technician I'm sure he's not, because, like all professors in this world, it takes him more than ten minutes to turn on the presentation and put it up. I would have offered to help him, since this is my field, if he hadn't been a complete idiot to Vera. And if I wasn't naked in front of the whole class. At least we're not cold.
He activates the first slide by grumbling incessantly about the damn technology and plants on us, just like that, without any warning or preparation, a championship anatomical class.
"As you can see, men and women are anatomically different. Not only in the pelvis, because the female is wider and lower than the male, but also in the shoulders, which are wider, the skull, harder, the rib cage, wider, and in the arrangement of muscles and fat."
He marks each part of our body with a resounding blow of his riding crop. The first blow catches me off guard and I wince a little as I feel the leather on my hip. Vera doesn't fare any better, the idiot pointed to her belly when he talked about fat. Is it really necessary to humiliate us in this way?
"Of course, the main difference lies in the functioning of hormones: testosterone, estrogen and progesterone. These originate in the adrenal glands and the sex organs."
His riding crop runs along my flaccid penis and lifts it carelessly, to show exactly the place he is interested in. Vera receives two blows on each side of her calf, which make her let out a little cry of surprise when they come dangerously close to her sex. I see the red mark it leaves on her pale skin, like a passionate kiss on a blank canvas.
"Does anyone know why men have nipples too?"
What? Well, that's a bit weird, isn't it? I've never really thought about it. Women have breasts for suckling, but men have them too. Even my dog, Golfo, has them now that I think about it.
"Because we're all born women," says the woman next to me, the one who seems hopelessly frigid.
"Incorrect, but correct. Next time, raise your hand, Francisca, we're in a classroom. Please maintain decorum."
I arch an eyebrow, and pretend I don't see the brat Zacarias holding in his laughter. The guy hasn't stopped drooling over Vera's tits since minute one, the idiot. I'm sure he's a virgin, so who knows what he's done to be here.
The professor activates the video that he has prepared where we can see an animation in which two fetuses, one marked as a man and the other as a woman, metamorphoses into what we understand as one and the other. Seeing fetuses in development must be the least exciting part of the story.
"Without getting into gender dysphoria and only attending to the purely anatomical issue, all embryos have the same developmental plan regardless of whether they are born with the XX or XY chromosome, which includes the formation of the nipples. At 6 weeks of gestation, the Y-chromosome embryo initiates the development of the testes and thus testosterone. By this time, the nipples have finished forming, so we men "keep" them."
Here's a direct whip to the nipple. This time it stings and I protect it with my hands, stepping back.
"As I'm sure you know, nipples are very sensitive. Some people are so sensitive that the mere rubbing against clothing causes irritation. It is a well-known erogenous zone in women, but despised in many cases in men for being considered unmasculine."
"Those are only touched by sissies," says a guy with thinning hair and gray in his long beard sitting in the back row.
I roll my eyes and I think like almost everyone in this classroom. Ah, but there are still people so dumb as to keep using that word?
"Use that word again at this school and I assure you that not only will you fail this course, but you will be imprisoned without trial, according to the Anti-Hate Law 10.5 of the penal code."
The asshole shuts his mouth. What a shame.
"As I was saying, there are many preconceptions surrounding sex. Our prudish society marked by religions have created many wrong beliefs about it. Here we will take care of deprogramming you so that you can achieve the best sex you can get. In addition, the first step is to know what we like, without judgments or moral values. The only limit is legality, consent and human ethics. You will see this later with Professor Rosa."
She stands behind me and catches me by surprise when she places her warm hands on my body. I shudder at his touch; no man has ever touched me before. Even my masseuse is a woman. Okay, maybe I'm a little archaic that way, but I was never attracted to other men. I glance over my shoulder at him and see that he's still serious, heading toward class. To this guy, I'm really nothing more than a meat dummy.
"The human body has a markedly erogenous body, but there are six areas that are particularly sensitive when it comes to arousal. Of course, everything has an influence: the environment, the person, the mood and physical state we are in, the experience of our lover... But, in general, touching these areas will help us to be much more receptive to our sexual arousal."
Without stopping talking, he slowly drags his hand down my body. His voice, behind me, is hypnotic, with that cadence of a master who demands your attention and takes it for a ride wherever he wants. I cringe at the thought of someone unfamiliar touching me. The fact that he stands behind me helps me to imagine that that rough, hard hand does not belong to a man, but could very well be Vera's, who looks with dilated eyes at the exploration that is being done to me. Well, it's a good thing that he has remarked about consent....
"Almost everyone goes straight to the genitals in a sexual encounter." Her fingers slowly approach my flaccid cock and encircle it, barely touching my pubic hairs, causing me to shudder momentarily. However, there are many other areas, of equal value. The inner thighs, for example.
The hand trails down my skin, leaving a trail of warmth I wasn't expecting. A light caress, followed by the other hand on the other side, inside. Sometimes he squeezes some areas, sometimes he caresses them or makes little swirls that are... pleasurable.
"The feet..." He keeps moving down, past the scar left by my first and last motorcycle experience, and then back to her. Damn, he has the hands of a pianist, she plays the right keys. He reaches the edge of my anatomy. "Miss Vera, bring me my chair, please."
She complies with the request and brings her wheelchair to her. She asks me to sit down, and moves back behind me.
"The feet are a very erogenous area. As you can see in the picture," I look over my shoulder at the foot reflexology slide that usually decorates every massage place I have visited, "there are multiple places to touch, kiss or lick. Choose a clean bed partner if possible, you don't want to get tongue fungus, trust me. Sexually transmitted diseases will be discussed in Professor Cassian's class. Kneel down, Miss Vera, and please give our volunteer a massage."
Huh? Just like that? She hesitates too, but listens to him, and smiling at me as if asking for forgiveness, she takes one of my feet and places it... on her thighs, very close to her huge breasts. I can almost brush them with the tips of my toes. Clumsily, she begins to massage my toes and bridge, following the directions in the picture behind me. Her fingers, small and deft, move slowly. Fuck, her skin is so soft, nothing like the guy touching my shoulders.
"The pre-massage may seem ridiculous. But it relaxes the joints and prepares them for a more efficient encounter. It aids in the secretion of hormones such as oxytocin, dopamine, serotonin and endorphins, which reduces cortisol, the stress hormone. This massage works on both men and women, although it has been shown that women are generally more sensitive to these stimuli. It is not all the cases; for example, the neck..."
The teacher brings his hands up and positions them around my neck, gently massaging the back of my neck. I close my eyes as I feel the knots unravel before those expert hands and begin to relax. Her hands on my feet, his on my neck. For a moment I let myself be carried away by that feeling. Suddenly, there is a tense silence in the class, and as I open my eyes, I find Vera staring at my belly with her mouth open.
Oh, shit. I'm hard.