The School Assignment

“No way! Erection?” Claire cried out as we sat in a circle on her bedroom floor, our Human Anatomy notes strewn in the centre. The three of us had grown up with overbearing parents, lived in a very conservative community and previously went to an uptight, religious school. As a result, although we were all 18 years old and going to College now, we had not had much of exposure to sex. “I’ve seen all my brothers’ penises, and none of them has done that,” added Claire.

I often thought Claire could be a model, with her high cheekbones, small sharp nose, and lush shoulder-length black hair. She had a kind of Courtney Cox look. Her body is petite, but everything seems perfectly proportioned and tightly presented.

“I’m just telling you what I’m reading here,” retorted Stephanie, “It says that ‘an erection is a state of arousal in the male that is indicated by increased size, rigidity and blood flow in the penis. In most cases, the resting angle of the penis increases with the onset of rigidity until it points almost in line with and toward the top of the torso.'”

Stephanie is one of the few black girls in our class, and if I were picking her look-a-like, I would say that she favoured Beyoncé Knowles. She has full lips, coiffed curly hair, ample breasts and a glint in her eyes that suggests a wild side.

“All I’m saying,” continued Claire in her refutation, “is that my brothers’ thingees… um… penises have always looked small and limp when I’ve seen them. I’ve never seen them point anywhere.” Claire had risen and gone to her closet. After opening the door, she unbuttoned her white blouse, took it off and hung it up. Then she reached back to unhook her bra.

Whoa!! That was pretty nonchalant. I wanted to stare at her undressing, but I chose to be polite and turned my head away to look over at Stephanie. She was sitting back on her arms behind her. She wore a very tight, baby blue, cotton crop top that failed to hide the outlines of her relatively large aureoles or nubby nipples. Likewise, her tight, low-rider jeans had no success in hiding her conspicuously red thong panties.

“Well, what do you think a hard-on is then?” Stephanie countered, “Haven’t you noticed the bulges in the guys’ pants at school?”

Claire returned to our circle. She had put on a long, red mesh, athletic jersey with large, white numbering on its front and back. Based on the prevalence of pink through the holes in the mesh, I guessed that she had not put on any underwear when she got changed. In fact, I could swear that I saw a little nubbin of a nipple peaking through one of the mesh holes as she stood in front of us, but when she dropped to her knees, it disappeared behind the jersey’s protective screen.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Claire finally yielded, “I just thought some guys had bigger penises.”

I would like to brag that being with these two extremely hot girls was due to my equal social standing, but I have to admit that the opposite is actually true. Claire and Stephanie always chose me to be in their study groups because I was the class nerd. This meant that I would end up doing the assignments for them, resulting in high marks for all of us. But that’s as far as I want to think about the reasons for my being here right now, because if I really analyzed it, I might realize that they included me also because they do not consider me to be a threat or a distraction. I would also like to refuse, at this point, to discuss the effect that this association has had on my social status. I choose to believe that others envy my opportunity to be with these two and to ignore the suggestion that others think that I must be gay.

Ordinarily, I would be fulfilling my part of our division of labour by sitting quietly in a corner of the room writing out our report while they argued about the design of the title page, but this time, I was out of my depth. Human anatomy and sexual behaviour were not topics that were readily part of my experience. In fact, I had not even done the pre-reading due, I guess, to my overriding embarrassment with the whole topic area. Luckily, the girls were more engaged in the research than usual.

“Well, what about you, Timmy?” I jolted back to reality. Claire was suddenly glaring at me intently, “Do you get erections?”

Well, if I was somewhat uncomfortable watching Claire change before, I was completely unnerved by that question. Of course I did; I sort of had one right now, but I wasn’t about to talk about it. “Yeah, I guess…” I muttered weakly.

Claire looked sideways and slyly at Stephanie and then back at me. “Timmy… could you… ummm… do you mind if we… ummm… looked at your thingee?” Claire asked cautiously.

“What?!!” I turned bright red.

Claire approached me on her knees and draped both her arms over my shoulders. Then she leaned forward until the tip of her nose was lightly touching mine. “Come on, Timmy. Please!!” she pleaded softly, her breath breaking against my lips.

My eyes avoided her sudden closeness. “I… I…”

She leaned in further. Her cheek grazed my cheek as her lips approached my ear. The sweet flowery aroma of her perfume filled my nose. Her lips brushed against the opening of my ear, “Please, Tim. It’s for the assignment.” Her tongue touched my earlobe, and my cock went into full erection.

“Okay… I guess…” I said meekly and tried to stand on uncertain legs. I had never been naked in front of a woman before, and now I was going to strip in front of two friends.

“You don’t have to do this,” Stephanie consoled me, but I watched the hardening nipples underneath her top betray her true interest.

Well, there was no putting it off. I fumbled with the buttons on my polo shirt, and as I pulled it over my head, I felt a pair of hands working on my belt buckle and pants button. When the shirt cleared my field of view, I looked down to see Claire kneeling in front of me and pulling down my zipper. I got a huge twinge in my gut as I looked down at the top of her head in front of my crotch and her hands on my fly.

Claire grabbed the sides of my pants and pulled them down to the floor, where I stepped out of them. With a giggle, Claire touched her fingertip to my large bulge and shot a glance back at Stephanie, “Oh my gawd!!!” she shrieked, “I think you’re right.”

Claire quickly reached back up, grabbed the sides of my underpants and pulled them down in a single motion. My stiff cock sprang out from under the waistband of my briefs, and the cool air against my penis accentuated my sudden feeling of vulnerability.

Claire reached up and steadied my oscillating member. “Wow!” she exclaimed, marvelling at its size and stiffness. I couldn’t believe that a woman was touching my penis.

Then, Claire took on a puzzled look. “That’s odd,” she mused. These were not words a guy wants to here the first time a woman sees his cock.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with unconcealed concern.

Claire gently held my penis out with one hand, and with her other hand, she reached a finger to my cock head. “My brothers have more skin here,” she said, running her finger lightly over the top of my head, “And you can’t see this part unless you pull the skin down,” at which point, she reached her fingers around my penis and pulled down the shaft, making the skin on my cock head stretch tightly. I suddenly felt a wonderful tingle travel along my penis and up my spine.

“I read about that,” Stephanie jumped in, flipping through her textbook. “Your brothers have ‘foreskins,’ and Paul has… (flip, flip, flip) been ‘circumcised.'”

Claire let her fingertip glide over my head, exploring all its sides and over the hole in the tip. I let out a slight exhale, which prompted her to quietly ask, “Does that hurt?”

“No,” I responded softly, “That actually feels really good.”

“Really?!!” Claire looked up at me with a huge grin and a glint in her eye. Then she increased the speed and range of her fingertip petting. I exhaled again and realized that I was starting to get very… worked up down below – I don’t know how else to describe it.

Claire stopped what she was doing, reached around to cup one of my butt cheeks and gave me a little push toward Stephanie. “Here, Steph,” she offered, “Have a look.”

The momentum of her push caused me to step awkwardly over the books on the floor. I found some footing in front of Stephanie and stopped, but in compensating for my forward movement, I unintentionally thrust my hips forward. My swollen member just missed her lips, and its head skipped across her cheek.

Stephanie lurched backward in surprise, but then she leaned forward again. She reached up and placed her fingers under my balls, bouncing them lightly up and down as if checking their weight. Then, she let one of her fingers trace gingerly along the side of my pole and up the underside to the tip.

“I’ve got it!!” cried Claire, leaping to her feet and rushing to her dresser. “We’ll take pictures,” she added, holding up her digital camera.

“What?!!” I exclaimed in great surprise.

Claire hooked her hand under my armpit and practically dragged me to her bed. “Don’t worry, Tim,” Claire explained hurriedly, “It’s all clinical or professional or whatever. We’ve left it too late to write this report up properly, so we’ll do a photo essay.”

When we reached the bed, my shins hit the frame, undercutting my support, and I flopped onto the mattress. I probably could have sprained or dislocated the focus of our study with my fall, but the announcement of the photo session had dampened its enthusiasm considerably, causing it to lose its stiffness.

Claire raced around the bed to set up her shot, and I rolled onto my back to get into what I thought she would want for a position. After bringing the camera to her eye, she stopped and brought it down again. “What happened?” she asked, taken aback by my sudden deflation.

Stephanie had risen and was now sitting on the other side of the bed beside me. “I think he just lost his erection or something.”

“That happens? Well, how do we get it back?” Claire asked with concern.