Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2021 01:52:14 +0000
From: franzvonbayros@protonmail.com
Subject: A Learning Pod 3

3.

After a very late breakfast served up by the remarkably competent tween
cooks, during which a lot of significant glances and giggles crisscrossed
the table along with the platters of bacon, waffles and scrambled eggs, Mai
and Martin retreated to their own rooms for a while to prepare the week's
lessons. It was mostly a matter of dusting off the plans they'd shelved
from school, then figuring out how to integrate the stunning natural
surroundings, which proved to be a lot of fun. They ended up taking a hike
around the property, and finding all sorts of places that could be used for
science observations or secluded creative writing spots. When they got back
it was mid-afternoon and Sakura had made a very British tea spread. They
all sat on the porch and munched little sandwiches, or rather the adults
sat while the kids chased each other in circles around the wraparound porch
(Milo and Zaza) or did cartwheels back and forth in front of the new
audience (Keiko and Kellyn) or lounged against the railing stuffing their
faces while tossing sultry glances every which way and saying practically
nothing (Juvie and Mia).

All the kids' clothing choices were both colorful and casual in the
extreme: it was a side of them the teachers had never seen. Instead of
stylish school clothes, Milo seemed to favor pyjama bottoms with an
oversized tie-dye sweatshirt, while Zaza wore rainbow leggings, polka-dot
leg-warmers, a tunic belted with a length of iridescent purple cord, a tutu
and a cape. The gifs also wore leg-warmers (Zaza had probably copied them),
without the frilly stuff on top. Instead, both wore oversized tees in
neutral tones, Keiko's with some geometric print and Kellyn's with sparkles
on it, which tended to fall down over their heads as they cartwheeled,
about which neither seemed the least self-conscious. They wore matching
underwear, in an entirely innocent style but for the pattern of little
hearts. Juvie wore the nondescript uniform of jeans and hoodie, as did Mia
except she had a tulle skirt over the jeans. Both wore fuzzy slippers,
while all the younger kids were barefoot. The teachers hadn't seen any of
them wear real shoes since they'd arrived. Sakura kept a rubber tub of wet
beach sand by the door, with a sign over it that said "Scrub Paws Here."
The kids were quite trained about shuffling around in it before going
inside. It was pretty necessary too since, as Mai and Martin would learn,
they often ended up with soles blackened by the end of a long barefoot day
outdoors.

The teachers worked all that afternoon, and by dinner time had the week
pretty well planned out. The kids, by this time, were dying to spend some
time with their new tutors. Mai agreed to read them a story, and Martin to
play his ukulele. There was a fire pit on the beach, and They all went down
to it and ate leftover paella around a roaring blaze. There were plenty of
blankets but the twilight was warm, though the rocks and sand didn't have
much heat built up yet. As they did every chance they got at school, Keiko
and Kellyn snuggled up to Mai in a way she was sure they wouldn't by this
time next year. Milo and Zaza each got a parental lap, while Juvie and Mia
hung around Martin, less cuddly but no less obviously enamoured of the
handsome young teacher with his flowing black hair and Pan-like musical
skills.

Mai read a long and dream-like folk tale that followed a princess through
many phantasmagoric adventures. There were (to Martin) obvious erotic
undertones to many of these, and the princess, by the end, gets her
prince. But the story is clearly more concerned with the maturation of the
princess, as she overcomes various manifestations of deception, violence
and greed to become a worthy lover for the prince, who is almost
featureless, a mere placeholder. The kids, from youngest to oldest, all
listened spellbound, and Martin went right into an instrumental number as
the story ended, giving them time to let it sink in to the soft plucking of
the uke.

Then they did some rousing sing-alongs, and finally some more lullaby-like
Sixties folk numbers, and by then the Little Bifs were out cold in the
parents' laps. Mia had shifted over next to Juvie and had her head on his
shoulder, and he was unselfconsciously stroking her hair in an almost
absent-minded intimacy. Mai had extricated herself from between Keiko and
Kellyn during the singing, and gone to bring some dishes back to the
kitchen, and she settled in next to Martin when she got back. The Gifs,
meanwhile, were under the same blanket and looked to be getting very cozy
in the almost-pitch darkness around the dying embers. Javier and Sakura
carried the Little Bifs to bed, and the Big Bifs and the teachers drifted
back to the house in pairs, leaving the Gifs to cuddle by the last of the
fire. Juvie reminded Keiko to put it out before they came in, and that it
was a school night so they should come soon.

The teachers slept in the own beds that night. They were roused only once
by the sound of the two ten-year-olds giggling as they crept upstairs to
their love-nest in the rafters.

School began at nine-thirty with stretching, tongue-twisters, singing,
tennis-ball-tossing games that melded math and hand-eye coordination, and
various other tricks Mai and Martin had up their sleeves to get the kids
focused and sharp. Then they were off, moving through various subjects and
outdoor and indoor classroom spaces throughout the day, with no one
constrained by a desk or a pair of shoes the entire time. A remarkable
amount of work got done, and the kids got along swimmingly, almost without
a hitch. In the afternoon when lessons were done, they all took a short,
chilly plunge in the surf, and dried out in the warm spring sunshine. Then
they took turns in the outdoor solar shower, first boys, then
girls. Sakura, Javier and the kids seemed to have no qualms stripping down
to shower with those of the same gender, so Martin and Mai followed suit
and left their suits on a hook. Since there were several more girls than
boys, Keiko and Kellyn sat out while the other ladies showered, then went
in together, Keiko calling that there had better still be hot water. There
must have been plenty, because the Gifs stayed in a rather long time.

*

That night Martin was wiped again: all the stimuli of a new environment
always did that to him. He passed out early in his own room. Javier had to
be up early for a work call with Asia, so he did likewise. That left Sakura
and Mai with some restless energy, which they took out on each other, in
Mai's room. As it turned out, both had excellent butt-plug collections,
which by the end o evening were effectively merged. They managed to be
quiet with the aid of pillows, mostly. A few moans and groans escaped,
though, and drifted down the hallway where they entered the pricked ears of
a certain curious eleven-year-old.

Mia had gotten out of bed to get a drink, then been drawn to the sound of a
notification on her phone, which sat with all the kids' devices in a bin
Sakura and Javier called The Jail. They had to "lock up" devices before
going to bed on school nights. Mia had dug her phone out and peeked at the
notification, and was still scrolling idly when she heard the intriguing
sounds from the hallway. She felt her heartbeat accelerate and a flush rise
to her cheeks. A strange tingle ran from her toes to the roots of her hair,
and she felt suddenly steamy between her legs. She was pretty sure she
heard two women's voices.

Keiko, who was as close to Mia as her brother was, had told the other kids
not to disturb the grownups while they were making breakfast that first
morning. Mia had known about Javier and Sakura's "grownup time" before, and
had the vague idea that theirs was an "open marriage," but she hadn't
really considered what that meant. For the past forty-eight hours, the idea
had obsessed her: how did four people have "grownup time" all together? Did
the couple trade partners? Did Javier do things with Martin and Sakura with
Mai? Her mind swam with the possibilities. Like a moth to a flame, she was
drawn down the hallway, floating on silent bare feet. She put her ear to
the door and tried to slow her breathing. Her heart was hammering so she
had to work to convince herself there was no way Mai and Sakura could hear
it through the door and over their own moans. After a few excruciating
minutes she fled to her bunk, where she masturbated furiously to the sound
of Juvie's convenient snores, drenching her bunched-up cotton panties with
three extra-gooey orgasms.

Mia, like her bestie Javier, Jr, was one of the more precocious kids in the
sixth grade. Her friendship with Juvie was, for reasons neither of them
could really articulate, strenuously platonic: both feared that any erotic
attraction between them would "ruin" what was for both the deepest
friendship of their short lives. Much of this friendship's intensity sprang
from the intense late-night conversations Juvie and Mia had, along with a
few other adventurous classmates, about their search for their sexual
identities. This search was carried out in a mostly chaste manner, and thus
consisted mainly of earnest introspection, earnestly dissected within their
small friend group. No one in the group had hooked up with each other, but
both Juvie and Mia had tried brief liaisons with both opposite- and
same-gender peers. Both had experienced their first kisses back in fourth
grade, both with boys. That was all Juvie had done with a boy, just that
experimental peck behind the school toolshed, but he still though he might
be bisexual. He'd hooked up with a girl the summer before sixth grade, a
neighbor who had subsequently moved, and was cagey even with Mia about how
far they'd gone, though it clearly hadn't just been kissing. Mia respected
her bestie's shyness, seeing it as a sign of maturity that he didn't brag
about his conquests. She was more of an open book, not because she wanted
to brag but because she felt the need to process her few experiences to
squeeze as much self-knowledge from them as possible. She took her own
sexual development as seriously as the girl treasure-hunter of her favorite
childhood book series took the clues on ancient maps.

In fourth grade, she and the boy of her dreams (at the time) had not only
kissed but played a furtive game of show-and-touch in his treehouse. She
had giggled when his stiffy sprang back after she pushed it down, and he
poked and prodded in a way that didn't do much for her, but then she didn't
know how to do much for herself yet. However, she was impressed by the
intent, almost reverent expression on his face as he haltingly explored her
nether regions. She felt a bit sorry for giggling at his parts. The pair
swore each other to secrecy and didn't mess around again. That summer,
Mia's solitary sex life went from bud to blossom. By the start of fifth
grade, she had mastered the mysteries of her clitoris, and could put three
fingers into her vagina with ease, her hymen having been an early casualty
of gymnastics. And she was lubricating like a champ! It scared her at
first, but a more savvy girlfriend explained in hushed tones that it was
perfectly normal and all girls did it. She declined to show Mia,
however. The two of them did share a rather steamy kiss at a subsequent
sleepover, a camp-out on the beach, very romantic, but their tryst was cut
short by the arrival of other kids. Mia still had an ache in her chest when
she thought of that kiss: all the possibilities she was sure would have
unfolded had they been alone for longer. This feeling had a good deal to do
with the way she looked at Keiko and Kellyn.

Mia felt she had unfinished business with boy-kind too, and vowed to make
good on her "immature" early reaction to boy parts. The next penis Mia saw,
she took much more seriously. It was attached to a sixth-grade classmate
whom she boldly pulled aside at the Halloween dance. It was a good deal
bigger than the nine-year-old's she'd laughed at. It didn't have any hair
to speak of, but it proved quite capable of shooting some watery semen. Mia
had fixated on this mystery of science class, and was determined to run a
live experiment, so after a brief obligatory make-out session in the
darkened school music closet, she boldly reached down and grabbed what she
wanted. The boy, stunned at his good fortune, was putty in her
hands--though very firm putty! Mia got down on her knees to see up close in
the almost-pitch darkness. A drop of moisture glistened like a pearl in the
depths, clinging to the tip of the quivering little rod.

"T-taste it," the boy stammered, then, terrified of what he'd said, "You
don't have to!"

"I want to," Mia whispered. And she did. It was like a lollipop with no
particular flavor except the rich, salty nectar that kept leaking from the
tip. She ran her tongue experimentally up and down its length. She pursed
her lips carefully and took it all in, being careful of her teeth after the
boy's first involuntary flinch. He took a laughable minute and a half (for
god knows what reason, Mia was counting in her head despite or perhaps
because of her mind swimming with lust). When the boy seized up and tried
to babble a warning, she felt a surge of triumph and clamped her lips
around the base of his penis, and felt his warm jets of boy-milk splash
across her tongue. She had stood up then, giddy with pride, and as the boy
tried to apologize, she opened her mouth wide, showing him the salty
tidepool the mysterious surges of boyhood had deposited under her
tongue. Then she swallowed it and smacked her lips, said "Yummy," and
offered her lips to the boy. But he was reluctant to kiss them, so she gave
him a peck on the cheek and left him there stunned. She fairly danced out
into the night, forgetting that they wouldn't let her back into the school
dance. She simply walked home, humming to herself.

It was only later that she began perseverating over the boy's reluctance to
kiss her. Was it gross that she had liked his cum in her mouth? Was he a
jerk for not wanting to kiss her? Did he think she was too freaky? Was she
too freaky? No, Juvie reassured her when she told him all about it. He was
curious himself about the taste of another boy! Mia confided that she had
seen a porno online where the girl took the boy's juice in her mouth and
showed it to him before swallowing. She thought it was hot and had wanted
to try it. But a girlfriend had thought it was gross and only boys wanted
girls to swallow their jizz, and girls shouldn't do it just to impress a
stupid vain boy who wanted to believe his cock snot was the nectar of the
gods.

"Well, she's entitled to her opinion and you're entitled to yours," Juvie
said. "Obviously nobody should pressure you; I would never pressure a girl
or boy to eat my cum. But if you want to do it, you should do it and not
feel bad or let anyone make you feel bad." This sort of conversation was
the currency of Juvie and Mia's friendship, though the topics ranged from
sex to nearly everything else of concern to them. Mia felt wildly lucky to
have him for a bestie, and she desperately wanted to stay friends
forever. On that same sleepover with their little group, Juvie confided in
Mia and the others that he too had recently had his first foray into oral
sex. He had been asked on a date with a classmate, whose parents turned out
to be away. She had brought him up to her room, they had made out and felt
each other up, and before he knew it she was pushing his head slowly down
her torso. He was sure she would stop him before he got to the thin red
line of her thong panties peeking out above a schoolgirlish skort, but
she'd kept on pushing, rolling the garments down for him and leaving no
doubt about where she wanted the trail of his kisses to lead.

"Did she have hair down there?" one of their friends asked.

"Not yet," Juvie had said (he had refused to name the girl out of respect
for her privacy, something Mia again found incredibly gentlemanly). "She
was real sexy though, all soft and smooth and stuff. It was so fun licking
her. I wasn't sure what to do though so I told her she could use her
fingers and show me, and she did but she told me to keep licking, and she
made herself cum right in my mouth! It was so hot. Not like a boy but
still, like, almost a gush. It tasted good too and I was so happy she was
happy."

"Boy, now I wanna eat a pussy," one of the other girls said. I wish I could
meet a girl who'd let me, and wouldn't, like, make it super awkward
after. Did that girl make any drama?"

Juvie said it was probably too soon to tell, but she had smiled at him when
they passed in the hall the next day, and hadn't been texting
excessively. Perhaps to the relief of all concerned, all these little
forays from the fall of sixth grade had been nipped in the bud by the
pandemic.

But Mia's mind wasn't on these experiences, which she'd played over and
over in her head while jilling, but on a vivid imagination of Sakura and
Mai, ravishing each other's womanly parts behind the bedroom door. She'd
seen their bodies in the shower, and felt no self-consciousness. She had
noted with passing interest Mai's full bush and Sakura's hairless sex, and
had even rolled her eyes at Zaza's innocent questions about their different
appearances. Now she was much less jaded, imagining what each woman's pussy
looked like up close, from the perspective of the other, just about to take
it with her mouth. She fed herself fingerful after fingerful of her own
copious juices, imagining she was inhaling the sultry secretions of each of
the women in turn. Gosh, maybe she really was out of control. But she kept
replaying Juvie's voice in her head: "don't let anyone make you feel bad"
about what you like, what you want. Well then, she wouldn't. She came for
the final time, biting her pillow, and fell asleep with sticky fingers in
her mouth.