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Archive-name: new-class

This is only my second story, and is somewhat a successor to my first
story, called 'You have new mail'. You can read this one without having
read the previous one, but why not try to get that one as well ? As
English isn't my mother tongue, please excuse me for any mistakes I've
made.

The story is inspired by a suggestion I got from a friend on the net.
There is sex in it, but it's my opinion that you first need to point out
the whole situation. The next story will have more sex.

As always : I realy NEED your feedback. Do not hesitate to send me 
comments.

 Enjoy !!

BTW: This story is Copyright (C) 1994 by Major Tom.
     It may be spread, as long as nothing is changed.
     You need permission from the author to spread ANY hardcopies.
     All commercial rights reserved.


     The New Class ...
     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

MONDAY -- 8h55

Rudely I pulled the door to the hall, still very angry about this task
they'd set me up with. Brandon Hills, the leader of our local students
organization had 'asked' me to help him and his team to show the new
freshmen around. As I was known for being the computer addict of my year,
Brandon had asked me to show people the computer facilities. Of course I
wasn't too happy with this, as it kept me from doing some FTPing, and
ate up at least 3 hours of my 'valuable' time, which I never seemed to
have ...

As I entered the hall, I noticed Brandon splitting the freshmen into 5
groups of 10 people each. I immediately noticed that he was dividing them
by sex ; 2 groups were girls-only, 2 male-only, and the remaining one was
a mixed one.

"Brandon, please! What's the need of having girls-only groups? Don't
 forget that I have to show them the computer facilities, and most girls
 aren't interested at all, so please give us some mixed groups ..."

"No way, Frank. I want to lead a girls-only group ..."

And with a suggestive wink, he went along, and lead the first girls-only
group towards the cafeteria ...

Totally pissed off, I left the hall as well, and climbed the stairs
towards the computer room, waiting for my first group to show up. It only
took them 2 minutes to get there, and it was a male-only group. Not too
enthusiastic at all, I showed them around and explained the use of the
various machines in the room. I also had them use the network facilities
(the sysop had already given all freshmen an account), and then handed 
the group over to their guide to continue their tour. Brandon's group was
next, and as expected they weren't really interested in the computer
facilities; they looked just the way I felt when explaining: bored.

Groups 3 and 4 weren't that successful either, and I was really getting
tired of this crap. As you can easily guess, my expectations for the last
group weren't too high either, all the more because it was once again a
girls-only group. To make it even worse, they didn't arrive in time; I
had to wait for more than 10 minutes, and had just decided to leave the
PC room and go to some network terminal when the door opened, and the
beautiful black-haired Melissa showed up.

"Sorry for being so late, Frank. But here we are anyway. Keep them busy
 for a while, I'll go to Brandon and ask him what'll be coming up
 next..."

I sighed, but nodded anyway. Knowing that Brandon and Melissa were
lovers, I was quite sure Melissa wouldn't show up the next 30 minutes;
the 'conversation' with Brandon would no doubt end in lots of hugging and
kissing, if it wasn't even something 'stronger' ...

I looked at my new audience : 10 girls, about 18 years old, dressed
lightly (it was still summer), all looking up to me, anxiously awaiting
what I'd be telling them. As I didn't catch any really uninterested
faces, I started talking more enthusiastically than in my previous
groups:

"OK. Good morning everybody, I'm Frank Bates, graduate student computer
sciences, and we're actually standing in Block U of the university. In
this block you will find our university's famous computer services.
During your career at the university you will be welcome to use these
facilities for everything you need a computer for. Many of your 
professors will be giving you tasks which need to be solved using the 
equipment in this block. This will be for Statistical tasks on the 
computer as well as seminars and thesises, which will need to be typed
on computer at this university."

Once again I glanced at my audience, noticed that they weren't bored yet,
and continued even more enthusiastically.

"The PCs in this room are all 486s, which means that they're the fastest
 ones available at this moment. On every hard disk you can find all the
 necessary software, such as Microsoft Word, for your wordprocessing,
 Modula and TurboPascal for Programming Tasks, and SPSS for Windows for
 those that will have to do Statistics Tasks.

Turning around, I showed them how to turn the PCs on and off, how to
access the programs mentioned and added some additional tips on the
usage. When I was finished and asked for questions about the usage, a
voice suddenly asked:

"Are there any games on those PCs as well ? I heard that things like
 'Leisure Suit Larry' are quite popular on most universities ..."
   [ED: a sex adventure game]

As well surprised as irritated about such a question I turned towards the
girl that had posed this question. She was blonde, 18 years old, a cute
face, and quite large breasts, as I automatically noticed. Her long
blonde hair reached her shoulders, and she looked at me with some
undefinable smile.

"Well ... It's prohibited to play games on these computers, but
 nevertheless some things happen of course. And some among us would
 consider Leisure Suit Larry to be one of the innocent games ..."

With a teasing smile I looked at her, and got rewarded with radiant
smiles on the faces of my 10-girl-audience, which warmed my heart, and
gave me my first enjoyable moment this day.

Calling myself to order, I preceded my group to the door, and lead them
through the corridor towards the Amiga room, where 20 Amiga-4000
workstations represented the leading application for graphical and
multimedia applications at our university. Especially in their final year
most students computer science would be obliged to make frequent use of
these, I told my audience. After a short demonstration of the Amigas'
features, I decided to lead my group to the terminal room.

"And in this room many, many students spend most of their spare time.
 These computers, which we call terminals because they can only connect
 you to the university network, are very popular, especially for
 first-year students. It's easier to explain it while you try it, so I
 suggest you all take a terminal, and we'll immediately start
 practicing..."

I walked to the first terminal, and logged myself on. Next I turned
towards the first girl, seated just next to me. It was the blonde girl
that had asked me about Leisure Suit Larry in the other room.

"What's your name ?"

"Nathalie Bruns"

I checked my list, and searched for 'Bruns, Nathalie'.

"OK. Nathalie's account is cs158. She will need to type this at the
 'login:' prompt, and then it will ask for a password. You all have a
 different login- or accountname, and of course a different password. The
 initial password consists of the first three characters of your first
 name, and the first three of your surname. For Nathalie this is
 'natbru'..."

I proceeded along the row, and gave every girl her account and password.
Finishing at the last girl, I told them to try it out. Returning to my
own terminal I checked this using the 'who' command, and found them all
logged on without any problem. Next, I instructed them about the most
common UNIX commands, FTPing and other goodies ...

"The most popular and most fun command is 'talk' ; it allows you to chat
 with another user on the network."

I turned towards Nathalie, and continued :

"Seeing your interest in dirty games, I could tell you about a personal
 experience I had last year. Using talk I got to know a girl from another
 department, and lots of other things happened, besides 'talking' ..."

I stressed the 'other', and saw from the grins that followed that they 
all had interpreted this the right way ...

"OK, now try talking to each other. If you want to talk to me, my account
 is cs48."

Too late I realized my mistake, and my terminal got bombed by talk-
requests of all 10 girls... Of course I was quite happy when Melissa
appeared, asking the group to leave the terminal room, and follow her to
the cafeteria ...


TUESDAY -- 9h05

I still had an hour before class, and I headed towards the terminal room,
to do some additional FTPing. I took a place before an empty terminal (the
room was quite crowded), and logged on. I was just downloading the latest
viruskiller when my screen flashed, and a talk-request from cs158
appeared. The account-name didn't ring a bell, so I hesitated a few
seconds before establishing the connection.

158: Hello, Frank.
48 : Who's this ?
158: Let's see ... Can I call you 'Leisure Suit Larry' ?? :-)
48 : Nathalie ? 
158: Correct. Only yesterday you told me you liked to get involved with
     girls by 'talk', so ...
48 : Errr ... I'm not too sure I put it that way ...
158: Who cares ? The girl you were talking about is Ann Taylor, no ?

Memories flew in my mind, and I lost touch with the screen. I went back
in time, and saw a totally naked, perfect-looking body. Ann Taylor, the
girl that had made my wildest dreams become reality during our 6-month
relationship. Nowadays she was in Europe, doing an additional year at
some French college. We'd finished our relationship just 2 days before
she'd left the country ...

The screen flashed again, and I returned to the present.

158: Frank ?
48 : Err ... Sorry. How did you find out about Ann ?
158: She's my cousin, and she told me to meet you when I had a need for
     a nice guy.
48 : Huh ?
158: There's more, but I'll tell you tonight. I'm staying at my uncle's; 
     I'm sure you still know the address. Be there 19h sharp.
48 : OK.

And with that last word we finished our talk.


TUESDAY -- 18h59

After a short walk I arrived at the house that held plenty of enjoyable
memories for me. I rang the bell, and almost immediately the door opened
up. There she was: some sort of fata-morgana that wasn't comparable to
the Nathalie I talked with yesterday; her marvellous blonde hair was
hanging loosely on her shoulders, which made her look at least 20 years
old instead of 18 years. She was wearing some makeup, but not too much,
and it made her look even prettier. A provocatively silky blouse only
meant a humble green cover for her obviously large breasts, and didn't
leave any room for imagination. The black miniskirt fit her like a
glove, and showed me a pair of beautiful legs, with a nice sun-tanned
color.

When my inspection was finished I entered the house, making various
compliments about the way she looked. My compliments made her blush, but
nevertheless she seemed incredibly happy that I approved her look.

Silently we installed ourselves in the living room, and there I was,
sitting on that same sofa where Ann had made me happy several times, and
vice versa. And now I was there again, with an even more perfect female
creature just next to me. Sipping on our drinks, the silence lasted for
another 2 minutes, and then I took initiative:

"So, I think you wanted to tell me something, isn't it ?"

Nathalie blushed, and she lowered her eyes.

"OK ... Two weeks ago I was in France, visiting Ann. We talked a lot, and
 you were one of the most frequent topics in our conversations. Ann told
 me how happy you both were, and how difficult it was to say goodbye ..."

I nodded, and continued with a sigh:

"Yes, but we had to. One year and a half being separated by a VERY large
 ocean would certainly harm our relationship. That's why we decided to
 give our freedom back, with only one more commitment left..."

"...the moment she returned you would meet again, and decide whether
 your relationship or maybe better your love had survived 18 months
 separation. If the answer was yes, you'd restart your relation, and
 once again make the best of it, now both graduated, and ready for the
 real life. Very courageous of both of you ..."

I sighed again, and asked her how Ann was doing.

"Read it yourself, she has given me a letter for you ..."

While she was on her way getting the letter, I recalled that promise Ann
and I made each other. It was courageous indeed, but we both thought real
love would last forever, and would certainly survive 18 months. Lately I
was doubting again, with Ann already away for 3 months, and I had that
strong feeling I was falling in love again. But worst of all was that I
was having strong feelings for Ann's cousin ...

Nathalie returned, and handed me a letter, written in that beautiful
handwriting that was so familiar...

=========================================================================

From    : es126 (ex-)
To      : cs48
Subject : Loving you ... 4-ever.

 Frank, my darling,

Even today I'm still melting away whenever I recall the wonderful times
we had together, and I hope with all my heart that we can continue that
great period upon my return. In the meantime you've got Nathalie just next
to you (otherwise she would have given you another letter), and that
means that she has made a very important decision. It must be that she
likes you, because that was her condition on giving you THIS letter. And
what's that decision about, you probably wonder right now. Well ...
Nathie and me are very 'close', and we just don't have any secrets for
each other. She knows almost everything about our relationship, and I
also know all her secret thoughts. One of those thoughts will be yours
from today onwards: she's looking for someone to show her the great world
of sex. She's still a virgin, and is looking for someone who will take
care of her first time. I recommended my lover to her: you ! So, I ask 
you - in the name of our friendship - to help my cousin out. I know you 
can do it, and I'm convinced that you'll be able to let her discover the 
real pleasure of sex. On the other hand, I made clear to her that she 
needn't expect anything else from you, except for sex. I only ask you to
show her the real delight, and make her first time one of the best ; 
nothing more (except if you both want more of course ... :-)

 Still in love with you,

  A.T.

=========================================================================

I reread the letter, unwilling to believe what was written on that piece
of paper. Finally I looked up, and glanced at Nathalie. Anxiously she
looked up, visibly uncertain about what was going to happen now. I
relaxed, and showed her an honest smile, trying to make her feel
comfortable again. I realized that it must've been pretty tough for her;
only this note could ruin her whole career at the university, if I would
have it spread there ...

"Nathalie, do you really want what Ann writes me here ?"

She didn't answer at all, and I immediately realized that my question was
rather difficult for her to answer. Trying to correct this mistake, I
said:

"You needn't be scared, Nathie, everything that is written here, and
 everything we say will remain confidential. Just a few moments ago, when
 I complimented you at the door, I was really serious about it. You're
 the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen, and if you really want all this,
 I'll be honored to show you the way to heaven. Really ..."

She looked down again, and mumbled :

"A ... A... Ar... Are you ... serious ?"

I leaned over, took her in my arms, and whispered :

"Of course I'm serious. You really are the most beautiful girl ..."

I hesitated a few moments, and then added :

"... even more attractive than Ann ..."

I leaned over even more, and put my lips to hers, kissing her slowly and
tenderly. While our tongues where exploring each other's mouth, I had my
hands caressing her perfect body, and in a soothing tone of voice I
mumbled in her ears. Once again I held her body close to mine, and this
time I felt 2 sharp tips prickling my chest : her nipples had become
hard, and it was obvious that she was ready for whatever I wanted to do.
A bit absent-mindedly I checked my own body functions, and discovered
that she wasn't the only one with something stiff; my erection was
showing up, and my body was as ready as hers.

My tongue finally left her mouth, and started exploring the rest of her
face, paying special attention to her earlobes, which was Ann's favorite
hot-spot. And maybe it was something hereditary, because I immediately
got a reaction from Nathalie as soon as I touched them with the tip of my
tongue. In the meantime my hands had continued their exploration as well:
I had found the clasp of her bra and opened it. Moving my hands from the
back to the front I was now busy releasing her firm but silky breasts.
Once I had reached the right spot I started playing with her nipples, and
made her moan even harder. My tongue in the meantime moved down her
slender neck, and I realized that I wouldn't be able to go further,
'cause she still wore her blouse.

And thus I decided to have that obstacle removed. I lifted my body, and
looked down on her. With her eyes still closed in delight, she was 
awaiting my next step. And she needn't wait a long time: my hands left 
her breasts, and pulled her blouse. She moved her head in order to help 
me, and only a few moments later the ex-obstacle was flying through the 
air. Her bra still covered a part of her body, but that didn't take long,
and then my tongue was back in action: I put my lips on one of her 
breasts, sucking gently and running my tongue all over the soft globes. 
Once again I needn't wait a long time to get a reaction; the nipple 
stiffened even more, and the moans that I could hear only confirmed that
she was enjoying my work.

Slowly I lowered my right hand, and had it go under her black skirt. It
was quite warm inside, and it got even warmer when I finally reached the
top, and felt something soft and wet on my way: I had reached her pussy.

Still no objections from her side, and thus I used my left hand to pull
up the skirt to gain better access for my right hand that was still
caressing the piece of white cotton that formed the last obstacle on my
way to her most private place. My enthusiastic sucking on her other
breast might've given the impression of a baby, but the right hand blew
up that comparison, when it entered the zone just behind the cotton: one
finger for starters, and only a few moments later my whole hand was
behind it, and stroking her pubic hair. This only increased my lust, and
once again my finger got brave, and entered her. It didn't take long to
get wet, and thus confirmed what I already thought: this young lady was
more than ready for the real work!

I hesitated one moment, but then my common sense won the battle with my
lust, and I stood up, rudely stopping all actions. She opened her eyes,
and looked at me, afraid something was wrong. I immediately calmed her
down:

"What about going to your bedroom ? I'm sure it will be more
 comfortable there ..."

She only nodded, and without further hesitation she left the room,
totally naked above her waist. I followed her to her room, which actually
was Ann's room, and that made me happy again, because Ann's large bed
would make the coming attractions much easier.

From my experience in the past I knew there was an extra pillow in the
left-hand closet, and I took it. Smiling at her I put it on the bed, and
slid it under her butt. In the same move I gently removed her remaining
clothes, and at that very moment she was totally naked. It was clear that
she was getting frightened about what was going to happen next, and this
kept me from getting naked myself as well. I started undressing, but
didn't remove my underwear yet, thus still covering my fully erect cock.
Still she was too nervous and I decided on some extra foreplay.

I cupped her firm breasts, and started kneading them. At the same time
my tongue entered the action as well: starting from her nipples I
travelled along her body, heading for her pussy. Finally I arrived there
and immediately searched for her clitoris. The tip of my tongue on it
made her scream with pleasure, and I knew it wouldn't take a long time
before she was ready again. My hands were still everywhere on her body,
and I felt her relaxing again. At the same time I sensed her first orgasm
coming up, and I decided to remove my remaining clothes. I only used one
hand, and it wasn't easy, but finally I succeeded, and my cock, hard as a
rock, was released.

At the same time she reached her climax with a soft cry and some other
undefinable sounds she came. I didn't wait any longer, and positioned my
erect shaft before her love-hole. I grabbed her legs, and ...

She let out a long soft cry as I entered her, and tears appeared in her
eyes. Her opening was exceedingly small, and I felt my prick breaking
through some obstruction: her virginity was over!

Trying to calm her down, and to ease her pain, I started kissing her. At
the same time I held my cock stable, and didn't move any more, to give
her pussy the chance to adapt itself to the intruder. Some moments later
I felt her relaxing, and knew the worst was over. I also told her so, and
asked her if I could start moving.

She nodded, and slowly I started pumping. I was still very careful,
unwilling to force anything. Very soon it became clear that she was a
natural, just like her cousin. Her already very tight cunt started
coaxing my shaft, and her vaginal muscles gave me a hard time. It was
almost impossible to hold myself ... The moans she produced were no
longer from pain, but from pleasure.

And finally it became too much for me; her pussy was just too tight, and
the tense on my cock became unbearable. I was moaning as hard as she did,
and when I gave her my last thrust, as deep as I could, I felt my juices
flowing into her body ; lots and lots of semen flooded her body. Only the
feeling of my cum was everything she needed, she gave a yell, and I felt
other juices coming up, and mixing with mine ...


TUESDAY -- 20h20

Still exhausted we lay on the bed, when I asked her about her feelings...

"It's just indescribable, Frank, I felt like I was in heaven. It did hurt
 a lot, in the beginning, but afterwards ..."

"Yes, that's normal, but from now on there will be no more pain, only
 pleasure. The first lesson is always the toughest one, and now it's
 over..."

I hesitated, and then added :

"... but if you like to, we can have some more lessons ..."

She looked me straight in the eyes, and answered with a sensual voice :

"Yes, I do think I want some more ..."


                           ---- THE END ----

Author's note : Nathalie wants some more lessons ; what about you ?
If I get enough feedback these lessons will certainly follow. So write me
at this address : anon4bc5@nyx.net