Alien Sex 101 Page 6

  And that’s when it came to her: a glimmer of possibility. What if they could find a way to help others avoid learning the hard way too and at the same time earn a little more financial security for themselves? It just might work.

  “Sex Ed,” she blurted out.

  “It certainly has been.” Her husband gave a disbelieving shake of his head.

  Xindra waved her hands at him to gain his full attention. “No, I mean that’s the extra class we can teach: Alien Sex Ed. We can teach a course about the sexuality of various planetary races and about intraracial and interracial intercourse.”

  “Say that three times fast.” Despite the joke, she could see he was interested. “Don’t they already have classes in sexuality at the colleges?”

  “Dry, boring lectures,” she retorted. “Those are mostly meant for medical majors and anthropologists, and the students are practically kids. I’m talking about a more hands-on course geared toward mature adults. You have to get a license to pilot a ship, but anybody can take another person for a ride without the first inkling of what they’re doing. Add in racial misunderstandings, and it’s a wonder there aren’t more broken hearts and wounded people walking around.”

  He nodded, obviously seeing the potential. “Sex sells. The topic would be attractive to people, but more importantly, we’d be teaching something genuinely useful. How hands-on are we talking about, though? We’d want to make sure we didn’t end up just putting on a peep show.”

  That was true. She thought about it for a moment. “I think we should introduce as much academically valid information as possible, but we should only use diagrams as a jumping off point for comparison with live models. Touch by students should be handled in a medical manner, with full sanitary precautions. The trick is to get mature, respectful adults to participate. We don’t want some juvenile thrill-seekers or anyone who’s going to handle the situation inappropriately.”

  “Easier said than done.” But he was already working on a solution. “We’d have to limit the class size. A small, intimate gathering is less likely to get out of control, and there’s no reason we can’t interview everyone and run a background check before we admit them. If they have any record of violence, sexual harassment, or anything of that ilk, we can turn them away.”

  Her smile was radiant. “That’s an excellent idea. We can keep the number down so that it’s manageable but worthwhile. Maybe we could get the students involved as well. We can ask on their application forms whether they’re willing to share their own sexual experiences, pose as live models, etc. Everything can be offered in degrees so that someone who’s comfortable with their nudity but doesn’t want to be touched can have that option. By getting the whole class involved, the students are more likely to be respectful and cooperative with each other instead of sitting back and ogling.”

  “I like it.” His excited tone told her he was really rolling with the idea now. “Once we have the applications in, we can determine the right tone. If the group seems more open and inclined to get involved, then we can take it to the next level. Hey, we can even use the medical scanner at the gym for an internal viewing. That way we can show the reproductive anatomy of our live models from the inside out and also reveal how everything comes together during sex.”

  “You’re a genius! The fact that we’re an interracial married couple should lend us more credibility. Oh, and we can be the first models.”

  He blinked. “What?”

  “We can’t very well ask other people to do something we’re not willing to do.” She smiled and let her gaze roam over his body. “Besides, we both know we’re not shy. I’d want to make certain no one snuck in any recording devices, but otherwise I’d be willing to model in front of a small, pre-screened group.”

  He scratched the back of his neck. “Are we talking about just standing nude, letting them touch us, or actually having sex in front of them?”

  “Whatever we’re comfortable with. Would any of that bother you?”

  When he continued to look uncertain, she slid over so she could rub his shoulders. She had to admit, this was pretty risqué. Perhaps she was pushing for too much?

  “I don’t know,” he admitted. “To be honest, I’m not sure how I’d feel about it. Having Mera watch us was different. It was exciting and unexpected, and, yeah, I found it surprisingly erotic. I certainly have no problem posing nude. I never did have a lick of modesty that way. It’s the touching and the sex I’m not a hundred percent sure about. I think I’d have to get to know the students first.”

  Relieved that he was considering it, she nodded. When she thought about it, she realized she felt the same way. She’d like to size up their audience first.

  “There’s no reason we can’t wing it once we get to that point,” she said. “We can always start off offering nothing more than a visual, and then we can each decide whether or not to invite the students to touch us once we get to that point. It’s probably a good idea to emphasize the right to choose for all the participants—no one has to do anything, and everyone, including the models, retains the right to say no and back out for any reason at any time. There should be consent every step of the way.”

  “Absolutely.” He sounded just as adamant on that point. “But how would we conduct the first class? For that matter, how will we find enough models to fill a three-month course? I’m assuming we’ll charge for the whole thing, or do you just want to have them pay per class?”

  “Why not offer both options? We can give a discount to anyone who pays for the entire course up front, and the rest can pay for the privilege of picking and choosing which lectures they want to attend. If we’re lucky, most will go for the package deal and be willing to actively participate. We’ll need an incentive, though. How do we encourage people to model, especially for full intercourse?”

  He appeared to think it over. “We could give them that class free. You or I could also throw in a free martial arts lesson or free training session while we’re at it.”

  Xindra remembered Mera had been willing to make that trade. “Oh! I bet Mera would be willing to pose for us. She said she’d help instruct, and we know she’s bold.”

  Quinn didn’t seem so sure. “Does she have a partner she’s willing to sleep with?”

  She returned a frown. “Not unless we can find an Oquaran male for her. She’s been getting hurt by the alien males.”

  “Someone hurt her?” Quinn tensed beneath her, and she could see his eyes had darkened.

  If Xindra hadn’t already been in love with him, her heart would have turned over again just watching how protective he was. He was such a good man.

  “Not on purpose,” she assured him. “There were just some physiological issues the men weren’t aware of, which is precisely why this class is such a good idea. I’ll do some research and see what I can come up with. In the meantime, I still think our introductory class should be about New Earthling and Allurian unions. Hmm, do you know any New Earthling women who’d be willing to go all the way with an audience?”

  He suddenly looked sheepish. “Actually, I believe I do.”

  “Good.”

  She patted his shoulder to assure him it was okay. Before she’d married him, she’d known he had a lusty appetite and had gotten around. All she cared about was that he’d always kept himself and his partners safe, and he was all hers now.

  If he could find them a New Earthling female, then she could get them an Allurian male. She had a whole family full of horny people.

  “My cousin, Huv, said he was going to stick around town for a while. He’s single, a mature thirty-six, and he enjoys frequent good sex according to what he tells everybody. I don’t know if he’s ever been with a non-Allurian, but he certainly isn’t prudish. He’d model the whole act for us if we found someone agreeable who was comfortable with him.”

  Quinn ran with it. “We can show both sides of the equation. The class will get to see an Allurian and New Earthling pairing with the genders both ways, and that
will buy us some time before we commit ourselves to doing the full show. I like it.” Grinning now, he leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.

  Xindra felt so happy and excited, she couldn’t help but deepen it. Shifting around in front of him, she slid down so that she was kneeling between his legs. Opening his pants enough to pull out his penis, she smiled in satisfaction as it started to grow. He groaned when she shouldered his knees father apart and bent closer.

  “I never seem to finish what I start down here,” she whispered, purposefully puffing warm air over his damp tip. “I really should learn to commit myself.”

  Whatever he meant to say in response, it was lost in keening pleasure as she took him all the way.

  * * * *

  Over the next couple of weeks, Quinn accumulated more knowledge about sex than he’d previously gathered in his entire lifetime. It was truly remarkable how much variation there was to what amounted to plugging a peg into a hole. Every evening when they got home, he and Xindra poured over biology and anatomy texts, sex manuals, and the statistics of racial diversity here in Trilanta. Admittedly, the manuals were what caught their attention most, and they felt it only prudent as professionals to test the techniques described. In the rare moments when they were vertical, however, they studied and took notes and prepared a lesson plan for their new Sex Ed course. Once they advertised the class, they had to sift through the flood of applications they received and choose the best candidates.

  Xindra voiced her thoughts as she sorted through the files. “I’d like to keep the permanent class size down to eight. Add the occasional pair of models, and that makes ten, so we could let in maybe two people at a time who want to pay on a class by class basis. Any larger and we won’t have the kind of relaxed, friendly atmosphere we’re looking for.”

  Quinn agreed. “We’ve got eighty-seven applicants. Twenty-two of those, I’m sorry to say, are suspicious due to past criminal activity, links to sex clubs or porn vids, or because they’re having financial problems, which makes me worry their payments will bounce. Others gave us bogus addresses and contact information, so we can eliminate them. It could be coincidence one guy works as a reporter, but I don’t want to risk being the topic of some kind of exposé. Although I don’t like to discriminate against young men—many of them could really use an education like this—I also don’t trust the ten frat boys applying together. That leaves us with forty-four potentials.”

  “I’d like to get a diversified group,” his wife said. “It’ll also make it easier if we choose people who are at least open to participation. There are enough applicants who want the full course that we can hit all of the most populous races here in Trilanta.”

  “Let’s start with our hard-core people. Who’s willing to go all the way as a model?”

  Xindra glanced at her notes. “I like this Brachoi named Krux. He’s in his late thirties, takes good care of his body, and indicates he’s willing to have full intercourse in front of the class. His only condition is that he and his partner pre-approve each other. On the surface at least, he appears to be one of the more well traveled and worldly applicants, not likely to giggle or grope.”

  Quinn skimmed through the man’s file and approved. “I like him. The forty-one-year-old Duosien woman, Katra’Ruma, looks good for similar reasons. I don’t get the feeling she’s a shrinking violet. If anything, she seems a bit jaded. She could help level out the energy and keep any younger students calm and receptive.”

  “And she’s also volunteered for full exposure,” Xindra added. “That’s two. How about Trett? He’s an Ibration. Right now he’s only volunteering for full nudity and scans, but he marked down touching and intercourse as ‘undecided.’ There’s a good chance he’s doing what we are and checking out the environment and group before he commits. He’s in his early thirties and lives in the Trilanta suburbs year round.”

  “Sounds good. What do you think of…?”

  They continued bantering names back and forth until they’d added Spri, a Litting female, a Semhym man named Glynn, and a twenty-two-year-old New Earthling girl nicknamed Pixie. After further discussion, they also decided to allow an Allurian male named Whitt and one of the more animalistic Nimanian males, Zeo, into the class.

  Quinn was happy with the lineup. Overall, the group was diverse in race, age, and experience. He moved on to the lesson plan.

  “So for our first class, we’ll demonstrate relations between a male Allurian and a female New Earthling. Deina will model with your cousin, Huv, for that. Then we’ll show them the opposite when we model the following week, and you said Mera will take the week after that, right?”

  His wife nodded. “She’s fine all the way up through the touching. Penetration depends on whom we get to partner her. She doesn’t have a regular lover, and she’s understandably wary about having sex with some of the other races. After the research I’ve done, I can see a few possibilities, but I want to check out the students in person before I suggest them as partners. I don’t want her hurt again.”

  “No argument here.” He liked Mera, and she was doing them a real favor. “If we do find someone, we’ll both be right there with her, not to mention a class full of spectators. We can put a stop to things immediately if either party is uncomfortable.”

  Xindra smiled at him like he’d just handed her the moons. “Come here.”

  Quinn drew closer and grinned against her lips as she kissed him. When she took his hand and began leading him across the room, he followed her like a well trained puppy.

  “The kitchen counter?” he asked hopefully.

  “It’s the only surface we haven’t tried yet.” She shot him a sultry look over her shoulder. “Besides, I’m in the mood for something hot and covered in syrup.”

  “Sausage?”

  Her greedy chuckle had him starving for his own taste of sweet.

  * * * *

  Twenty minutes later, they were sticky and shaking, and Xindra had to brace herself when she crawled over her husband’s prone body and mounted him. Although the feel of his cock stretching her was always a treat, she winced when she put her weight on her knees.

  Quinn grunted. “Hard.”

  Xindra tried to oblige him with a firm downward thrust, but he shook his head.

  “Too hard,” he clarified. “Need a bed.”

  Using those muscles he’d honed so well, he did a sit-up, slid off the counter, and started carrying her toward their bedroom. How he managed it without dislodging her, she wasn’t sure, but she clamped her legs around him and felt him slip deeper. Every step he took made his erection bob and jolt inside her, causing her to moan and gasp. He emitted a grumbling sound deep in his throat and then groaned in relief when they finally reached the bed. Forcing her to straighten one leg, he tumbled them onto their sides with her other leg still hooked over his hip.

  “Much better.” He sighed as he started to flex his spine and thrust.

  Xindra keened in agreement as she squirmed to meet him. Locked together face-to-face, she felt like they were children whispering secrets to one another in bed. Naughty children. Cupping his cheek, she kissed his lips, his forehead, and the stubborn tilt of his chin. He tweaked her nipple and rubbed her back. His strokes evolved into steady rocking, shuttling him in and out of her moistened passage.

  “Have I told you how much I love you,” he whispered, staring into her eyes.

  In, out, in, out…

  “Only every day.” She panted hard. “And no more than I love you.”

  Stab, retreat, stab, retreat…

  “It’s worth saying again. I love you more than anything.”

  Xindra didn’t just declare her love back. She cried it out long and strong and poured it down his throat as she penetrated him with her tongue.

  He kept her in his arms even after he’d softened and pulled out. She caressed his face with her fingertips while he brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

  “Practice makes perfect,” he said.

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p; They were certainly getting a lot of practice.

  Chapter Five

  Okay class, let’s begin

  “Did you test the scanner feed to make sure the screen is working?”

  Quinn looked at Xindra and nodded in reassurance, but he could tell his usually intrepid wife was nervous.

  Although they were both comfortable with teaching, this course was something new for them. They were anxious to meet their new students and see how they’d respond to the format and curriculum. Everything was in place for the evening except for the models, who were due to arrive in another five to ten minutes. All he and Xindra had to do was change into fresh clothes and get ready to welcome everybody and take attendance.

  “Do you think we picked the right room?” Xindra was still fretting. “We wanted everyone to have enough space to move around and get a good view, but maybe something more closed in would make them more comfortable.”

  Quinn leaned in and kissed her. If she didn’t calm down soon, she’d make him nervous too. No student of any age would respond well to frantic instructors.

  “Easy.” Hoping to relax her, he kissed her again. “The screen is functioning, the room is fine, and everything will work out. Just breathe, baby.”

  She nodded, but he could see her chewing the corner of her lip. As she headed for the locker room, her knuckles flashed white where she gripped her gym bag.

  “Just don’t forget to lock the front door after everyone is here,” she added. “We don’t want someone uninvited wandering in.”