Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

As a mature woman with many life experiences prior to entering the religious order Sister Mary had developed a realistic evaluation of male and female behaviour and sensitivities. Her religious convictions put these behaviours into a Christian perspective.

It was made clear to me that I should never compromise or take advantage of my position and the natural instincts of the teenage girls in my care. However, Sister Mary also made it perfectly clear that she wanted her students to have the opportunity to learn as much as possible about male and female sexuality, within these clarified boundaries. Hence, I guessed, her daring decision to employ me and possibly utilize my masculinity in this previously all-female domain.

It had become clear to me in the twelve months of my employ to this point that nudity in appropriate situations was regarded as totally acceptable. There was an inherent belief within the college ethos that the naked body was a Divine creation and should be respected accordingly. Without explicitly saying so, I sensed Sister Mary anticipated that my maturity with nudity would play a role in her plan to educate senior students in male and female sexuality.

I had certainly become aware of the closeness I had developed with my students. I felt they regarded me as a trusted ‘older’ brother, who was nearer their age and with whom they could relate. I felt totally comfortable to put my arm around the shoulder of a girl in physical or emotional distress and just sit and listen to her, without judgment and occasionally offer some solutions or advice.

I heard some very sad stories of home disruptions due to parental separations, or arguments. There were always girls coming to me to ask my opinion about something their boyfriend had done or said to upset or confuse them. They didn’t understand the male psyche and needed some feedback from a caring male. There were ALWAYS questions about sex and I was occasionally surprised how open and honest a girl would be with me about her own sexuality and sexual needs. “I want to have sex with my boyfriend, but how can I be sure he will respect me?” “My boyfriend’s cock seems very big, Sir. What is a normal size for a cock?” were samples of some of the common questions.

Despite the many explicit ‘offers’, both direct and indirect I regularly had from girls, there had developed amongst students an understanding that I would never ‘bend’ to any of their requests for sex. As a result of this ‘understanding’, I became a trustworthy ‘big brother’ and they could now feel totally comfortable to open themselves to me without any fears of misunderstood intentions!

I truly valued this incredible trust, respect and friendship my girls had for me.

I was always being ‘tested’ by the more challenging girls. The majority of girls were, respectful, reserved and studious students. However, there were always a handful who were – ‘a handful’!

One of my students was a challenge but an incredibly fascinating challenge, just the same.

This young lady had charmed me from our naked contacts at Herperides Nudist Club. She was a free-thinking ‘modern’ young woman whose parents had raised her to not be ashamed of her body or her desires. Shelly had taken their ‘hippy’ influence and magnified it thanks to a liberal dose of Women’s Liberation mantra.

She was an incredibly attractive young woman. Long blond hair that flowed over her shoulders, framed a pretty blue-eyed face. She had a small dimple in her right cheek that always seem to disarm me whenever I saw her. Yes! I was charmed by her and had I met her in other circumstances I would have been intimidated by her beauty and probably not even spoken to her. Typical of most older teenage girls, before a few more years of life and inactivity distends them, she had a very shapely body and well-endowed breasts.

She was much more self-confident in her skin than I was, despite being five years my junior. I had no doubts she was attracted to me and this attraction was equally reflected. The only barrier to taking this attraction down its natural path was our respective roles of teacher and student. However, that didn’t stop me and I’m sure her, from enjoying a healthy dose of sexual fantasies.

This unending sexual stimuli from my students during the day was giving me a wonderful opportunity to learn and understand my own sexual responses and triggers. This knowledge of my innate male reactions was to come in handy in the ensuing months.

Shelly and I obviously had an interesting connection. Not only had she become one of my star students in my mathematics class, but our previous naked connections and her playful teases had created a mutually respectful trust and bond. I also continued to regularly meet her (and gradually her older sister Juliette) with her parents at some of Sydney’s nudist clubs. As a single guy amongst mainly families and couples they’d sometimes invite me to join their family group. I’d listen with fascination at the open discussions between the parents and the two girls.

It was patently obvious, although not directly stated, that Juliette’s parents were unconcerned if a physical relationship had developed between their daughter and myself. I was still a relatively shy young man with limited experience with the female gender. I obviously reacted with slight embarrassment initially to these veiled suggestions, which created some mirth. Shelly had also obviously told her parents about her knicker-less teases at me in class, which again created belly laughs when I told them of my duality of emotions when confronted by the situation.

Shelly, Juliette and I would often find ourselves, sitting totally naked together, laughing and chatting about any and every issue that crossed our minds.

As Juliette and I had shared a more intimate association prior to my employment at the college and were of a similar age, the discussions would sometimes become very sexually charged. Shelly was always keen to be involved in these erotic parleys and I was always concerned how this would affect our relationship at school. However, Juliette gave her little sister’s sensitivities no concern and would lead the conversation down many various intimate pathways.

As Juliette was becoming a regular at Hesperides with her parents I realised that she was also fond of me. I was beginning to realise that the way a woman looks at a man can indicate whether she is interested. I was seeing this ‘look’ in Juliette’s face. However, I also realised that it was our relaxed ‘open’ friendship that was also a major attraction.

Over ensuing contacts our conversations and physicality became much more open. Juliette and I became very tactile with each other, but I was always careful not to include Shelly. Whenever, she was feeling overly ‘frisky’, Juliette would take my hand and we’d wander off to a secluded part of the club together. Shelly often wanted to trail along, but Juliette would always ask her to ‘stand watch’ nearby, in case our playfulness would be interrupted. Although she was out of our sight, I suspected Shelly was watching her sister and I become physically aroused, from the distance.

This type of intimate activity was severely frowned upon at Hesperides Nudist Club. Despite common misconceptions to the contrary, nudism is an extremely conservative lifestyle and any physical contact between the sexes is usually discouraged at most clubs. However, as two very sexually potent young people, Juliette and myself would occasionally be caught up in the moment and not care too much about the consequences.

As the familiarity between us increased and the boundaries between male and female dissolved we both became very comfortable with much more intimate touching. The two sisters seemed enthralled with male genitals and would often ‘indiscretely’ discuss the size and shape differences of the cocks and balls they saw at the club as I sat with them. I was slightly embarrassed as, like any man, I was concerned about female reactions to my cock. However, I was equally fascinated by their interest. Up till this time in my life, there was still a part of me that believed that females were indifferent to male genitalia and sex in general, despite the interactions I’d enjoyed with the hypnotist girls, my housemates and Toni and the tennis ladies at Woodlands. The longer the period between these enlightening encounters the more my doubts returned.