Author: Oliver Newton Title: Villa Aphrodite 4 Summary: Marcus is challenged to think about his motives Keywords: nosex and lots of boring introspection ======================== Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is a product of a fertile imagination. Under no circumstances does the author recommend or even suggest that a reader should attempt any similar behaviour or actions. Do not try this at home! ======================== Most of the students had already left when the clear tones of the old ship's bell signalled the warning that Studies would begin in a quarter of an hour. Marcus reminded the three still in the pool that it was time to return to their study areas and then crossed behind the tennis courts and went down the steps to the cove where, as he half expected, two girls were so deep in their conversation that they had not heard the bell, which was not always audible above the sound of a sea that was every day becoming livelier in its slapping against the shore. The girls smiled at him apologetically and hurried arm-in-arm across the terrace and up the steps, still locked in their excitedly whispered conversation. As they passed him he understood enough to know that they were talking about clothes or fashion. During the Tutor Group meeting two days previously, Gaston had asked "Why are girls allowed to wear clothes?" and set off a wave of titters and giggles from the girls. Marcus suppressed the urge to answer the question himself. He did not know authoritatively why the Villa Aphrodite allowed females the comfort it denied to males, but had also learned enough about teaching to realise that were he to try to provide an answer they would disengage. So he congratulated Gaston on a good question and asked the girls whether they might have the answer. "Because we're worth it!" giggled Cleo impulsively. "OK!" exclaimed Marcus, thinking hard. "Thank you Cleo: but why are girls 'worth it'?" "Because we're vulnerable?" Amelie suggested helpfully. "In what way?" Marcus responded gratefully. Amelie was almost always first to offer suggestions, to pull him out of a hole of his own digging or to offer him the use of her vagina when Christina had asked whether anyone any of the group would volunteer as a demonstrator. So it was not too surprising that she would come to his aid and just the thought of that first tutorial began to arouse him as the memory as still quite raw. "Well," Amelie stammered uncertainly, her glance clearly dropping as he felt the familiar burgeoning ponderousness becoming unavoidably obvious. She blushed suddenly and looked him in the eye as if trying to ignore his nudity and arousal. "I think females have always been at the mercy of men and making them be naked is a way of changing that..." But Amelie's voice tailed off into uncertainty and she looked around the group for support. "In the real world, men want girls to be on show," snapped Nora sharply. "I think it's good to make men feel exposed." "I think is good too!" Leonie added supportively but with a smirk and a very staged glare at Marcus' half-erect penis. "Why is it good?" Marcus asked provocatively, feeling more than usually exposed. "Men think girls just fuck-toys," Leonie replied calmly. "Why not men be fuck-toys too?" "Leonie's right," Nora added supportively. "You like to fuck. We watch you with Cleo and-" "I like!" Cleo interrupted angrily. "Marcus gentle like my papa. I feel good mit Schwanz in Arsch!" "OK! OK! Not my point!" Nora replied quickly, "Marcus has to be nude to be vulnerable. My da says women have to learn how to be equal. My ma says he's dumb: women need to learn how to be better." "So, how does my being nude make women equal if women can be clothed?" Marcus asked, not especially surprised by Nora's firm, almost belligerent, stand. "We see how you think when you naked!" mocked Leonie, pointing at Marcus' obvious arousal. "Our clothes mean it not obvious how we feel." "How do you feel?" Marcus asked. Leonie had barely spoken in class or tutorial before. Her gleaming black hair and olive skin and her mesmerising, faun-like, model-girl beauty lent her the quality of always drawing an observer's attention no matter what the group or the activity while simultaneously insulating her from the sort of sexual aura that shimmered around Cleo or Amelie, who both excited him far more than he was willing to admit. Leonie stared at him for quite a few heartbeats. Her gaze was oddly expressionless and yet he sensed that through the lens of a camera her eyes would appear to be reaching into his soul. "Is not important how I feel," she replied unblinkingly. "I here to learn. But not like last school. I want feel trust in you as teacher. Trust easier to give if I not fear you." "Fear me? Why would you be afraid of me?" Marcus appeared genuinely surprised, even slightly offended. "Not you!" exclaimed Sonya, stressing the 'you'. "Don't you remember being at school? I was at good school in England last year. Teachers all very good. But they say 'we teach' and 'you learn' like they know everything and we know nothing. I know more about some things than teachers - but they do not ask me what it is like to live in Ukraine, they tell me even though they never been. I see you learn from Cleo how she like your schwantz put in her arsch just like we listen when you say mass is constant but weight varies with force of gravity..." All the others laughed, partly because Sonya had made her point clearly, partly because Marcus had deflated as she spoke, but mostly because it was the most they had heard Sonya yet say in a class. "Have you wondered why there aren't more boys here? Why all your teachers are not all men like Damian?" The laughter died and the class stared at Marcus with a wary interest that might have been in expectation that he would provide the answer rather than expect it from them. He, however, remained silent, watching them with a smile twitching his lips. "Aren't you going to tell us?" Nora asked, fiddling with the belt of her peplos. "If I knew the answer I'd tell you," he replied. "Well?" Nora persisted. "Don't you have any ideas?" "Some, I guess," he said after a thoughtful pause. "The facts are that there are four male and four female teachers, so that's balanced, but in the whole school there are nine boys and twenty-six girls, which isn't. I'd have thought boys would have been fighting to come here with so many pretty girls." "So, what are your ideas?" Nora asked, a hint of exasperation creeping in. "OK. But this is just me speculating. In the animal kingdom the male mainly exists to fertilise eggs. Females look after the young, and though males may take their turn, like penguins or some birds, it is not universal; indeed, there is often a risk that males will kill the young. So, biologically, females don't need males except for their sperm. If humans were deer, for example, all the males would fight each other for the right to impregnate all the females, which you could say is a very convenient way for the females to ensure they mate with the fittest. But what do humans do?" When the class continued to regard him in silent expectation he gave in and continued. "Humans have the same biological imerative. Females need to be impregnated by the best and the fittest. So human males are equipped with a single shot penis while women have a far more extensive array of pleasure receptors that need a lot more stimulation to generate an orgasm than a man needs to ejaculate. In short, women need lots of sex to achieve the same satisfaction as a man. Men don't like this so, since they organise society, they created rules and laws that give sexual freedom to men and deny it to women." "All very feminist I'm sure," commented Nora, "but how does that explain this place?" "All I know is that Helen's aim is to empower all her students - boys or girls - but to do that she and Michael devised a way of overturning societal conditioning -" "But how?" insisted Nora. "By rewriting the rules. First your parents have to want to send you here, and that means you must come from liberal and open homes where sex is at least admitted to occur. Then there are the psychological assessments and the interviews you and your parents have had. I don't know exactly how it all works, but the fact is that more girls than boys apply and more boys than girls are rejected." "So why you come here as teacher?" Amelie asked, cutting in ahead of Nora who was still preparing her question. "I told you at our first meeting." "I know!" Nora cut in quickly. "But we're all like about nine or ten and you're like an adult and you've had sex with Chloe and Amelie right in front of us! Did you come here just to have sex with kids?" The rest of the class sat up and there was a murmur of surprise, and perhaps shock, when the full meaning of Nora's question was understood. Certainly Marcus paled slightly and slumped against the desk. "This was not what I expected," he admitted slowly after some long blank moments. "I suppose my motivation is suspect. After all I did apply to be a teacher at a school I knew to be nudist. But did I come here just to have sex with kids? No! I can't say I didn't think about it, but it wasn't my reason." "What was?" asked Nora quickly. "I wanted to escape. Run away. Indulge a fantasy to live a nudist life. The idea of teaching you lot anything was a challenge that was less frightening than staying where I was." "So you want to teach or do sex?" asked Gaston, "which most?" "When I was coming here I think the idea of sex made me less afraid of teaching. Since I've been here the teaching has made me less afraid of the sex." "What does that mean?" asked Sonya, genuinely puzzled. "I'm sure you remember that first tutorial with Dr Christina?" He scanned their faces and watched the expressions develop. It was a relief when he concluded that at best they thought it funny and at worst rather embarrassing to watch your teacher apply, and then masturbate into, a condom. "Well, I still wake up in the night convinced I'm a monster and it takes a long time to get back to sleep. There is a very great difference between having fantasies and the experience. But the reason I am still here is that I'm beginning to understand what Helen and Michael are trying to do. They haven't changed me yet, but the experience has made me look at the person I was before I came here and to seek ways to change." "Change what? How?" "Too soon to say exactly, Nora. But I think it'll be when I don't get a hard-on every time some girl flashes her fanny at me but instead get just as excited because I've taught you something of value. Not there yet, as you've seen, but I think it is possible" And just then the bell for supper rang and, with great relief, Marcus let them go. ========================= I hope you liked this little story. My email is optiskeptic[at]outlook[dot]com Any feedback will be welcomed.