Majoring in Sex: Fall Semester, Week 1

Like college girls, cheerleader or schoolgirl sex? What about cheerleader lesbians, sorority girls or a Human Sexuality class that’s hands-on? Be prepared for lesbian sex, blowjobs, trading sex for help with homework, masturbation, and a cheerleader seducing the football coach.

This collection of sex stories focuses on students at a fictional college. It’s the first in a series of adult fiction collections about the same students as they progress through a semester, one week at a time. Tune in for more.

This collection is meant for adults only.

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Sarah loved sex. She couldn’t understand why so many people thought it was so wrong. She’d tried, but when she couldn’t get it, she finally just shrugged and figured it was their problem. She loved sex, all the time, with just about anyone, and she was going to get some whenever she could.

During the summer off, she’d had a mind-blowing experience with her boss at the concession stand at the beach. He was a lot older, wiry, and she had known from the way he looked at her that he wanted her. So they’d done it every chance they got all summer, and she’d decided older men were definitely better than the college boys she was used to.

Except at school, most of the professors were off limits. So Sarah had looked around, and finally realized the perfect man was one who she came in contact with occasionally but who wasn’t a professor. Coach Robbins.

Coach was in charge of the football team, and Sarah was a cheerleader, so she saw him all the time when they were cheering. One day after practice, she made her way to Coach Robbins’ office.

She made sure none of the football players were in the locker room or in his office, then stepped into the doorway. “Coach?”

He was sitting at his desk. “Yes—Sarah, isn’t it?”

She smiled. “Yep. Could I talk to you?”

“Of course.” He motioned to the chair in front of his desk.

Sarah turned around and closed the door. She had hoped she’d be able to lock it, but it was clearly locked by a key, so she couldn’t. She walked towards his desk. “I’m not sure how to say this, Coach.”

He leaned back in his chair. “Just spit it out.”

“Okay, well.” She took a deep breath, surprised to realize she actually had butterflies. “The thing is…I think you’re really hot, and—”

“Whoa, wait. I don’t think we should talk about—” He broke off when he saw her unbuttoning her shirt.

“I’m not looking for a relationship, Coach. I just want some really hot sex. Maybe more than once, if you have time.”