PreMed Sex Tutoring

Her professor tutors her with an unscheduled ‘lab’ session.

by FatherMarin. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Unlike most of her professors, Dr. Redding spoke with enthusiasm. He was clearly passionate about the subject material, and enthusiastic about sharing his knowledge with his freshman class. Just how enthusiastic he could be was something she would come to learn in short order. For now, as the professor lectured, her face remained down while she doodled, one hand covering her brow like a visor. It was all she could do to tune him out. That, and the growing wetness between her legs.

"As you progress through the program and eventually into your residency, you'll become accustomed to patients being nervous, or shy, just as you'll become accustomed to your own nervousness. My advice is to not stress about this process, and to just let things happen naturally. Any questions?"

She hadn't been paying attention to the lecture or the time. Thank god, she thought, her face flush with embarrassment as she rose to leave the class.

"Excuse me, would you remain a moment?"

She turned to the professor before glancing around as her other classmates filed out of the room. "Me?" she asked.

"Yes, if you don't mind?"

"Well, I have work right after this, and it's getting late; " She looked outside, the sun having nearly set.

"I couldn't help but notice you were distracted today," Redding said as the last student filed out of the room. This was the last class of the evening, she knew, and soon they would be alone as most of the students left for home or the bar.

"Oh. Maybe. Sorry," she said.

"A lot of students find it hard to adjust at the start of the year. I like to make sure they know I'm available and willing to help with anything that comes up, or with any needs that may arise. How have you been adjusting?" Redding walked around and casually closed the door at the back of the room before returning to his desk at the front, leaning against the front of it and crossing his arms. His slacks seemed to pull taught against his muscular thighs. The bulge in his pants was noticeable. She swallowed, again that wetness between her legs apparent.

"Fine. No issues, really. Is there something wrong?"

"Not at all. You have a 4 point O this quarter. Normally you're pretty attentive, but today you hardly looked up once. I thought to check in with you since we're half-way through the quarter already. How are you finding the material?"

They'd been studying reproductive systems, and in truth, much of it was new to her. She'd come from a conservative household and a private Catholic school, and neither had ever taught her anything much about how her own body worked, or sex, or what to do with herself when she'd felt aroused, except that anything outside of marriage; even masturbation; was a sin. It was no wonder that when she began to notice Redding she had a hard time focusing.

"It's; fine," she said, fidgeting nervously in her chair. She looked up at him, at his broad chest and handsome features: his 2-day stubbled chin, blue eyes, shaggy hair. He looked like someone from a shampoo commercial. The front of his shirt was tucked casually into his pants, belt slightly askance as he shifted position, ankles uncrossing and crossing again.

Suddenly aware that her nipples were pressing prominently against her blouse, she pushed her chest forward, unaware of the motion until she made it.

"I don't have a lot of, um; I mean with the material, I don't; I haven't; " she trailed off, catching herself again glancing toward the bulge in his pants before looking quickly away. Was it growing?

"You're a virgin, aren't you? Not much in the way of sex ed either, I take it?"

She gasped, blushed, felt the heat rise quickly in her chest and throat and, yes, between her legs.

"Don't worry," Redding said, uncrossing his arms and gripping the edge of the desk as he leaned back. "It's just as I said in class: you have to get used to these things, get comfortable talking about sex and bodies and vaginas and erections and ejaculation. If you're not comfortable, then your patients aren't going to be comfortable. As doctors, it's our job to put them at ease."

Redding spoke matter-of-factly, casual, as if he were discussing what to have for dinner. His candor helped put h...