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

As she came closer I held her hand to stop her and then asked her to get dressed. She wasn’t expecting this reaction from me and seemed both surprised and disappointed but did as I asked. I then dried myself and dressed while she sat watching me, all the while with a cheeky, confident look on her face.

I asked her to join me under one of the big Morton Bay Fig trees in the college grounds. We sat down and I asked her why she had done that. “It’s not appropriate behaviour Josie, don’t you realise that?” I asked. “I was just having a bit of fun sir and I didn’t think you’d mind!” Josie answered.

We sat and chatted for another 15 minutes and finally she admitted she often had sexual fantasies about me and that she had wanted to touch me for such a long time and couldn’t resist the opportunity that had just presented itself.

Her inappropriate sexual behaviour needed to be discussed, but I was not the person for this. I didn’t know her well enough to discuss these issues that focused on me in particular. I mentioned I was going to get Sister Mary to talk to her and she became very upset. I assured her, she wasn’t in trouble, but she needed to discuss her feelings with Sister Mary. Her raging hormones needed an older and wiser head to deal with this matter.

There was a genuine conscientiousness in the approach to the sex education course. The girls were given a comprehensive lecture on the importance and respectfulness for the course and any misbehavior would result in expulsion from the course. This was enough to maintain strict discipline and appropriate behaviour amongst all participants. As it eventuated the course was VERY eagerly anticipated by the whole senior school.

The senior sex education course began conservatively. My teaching ‘sisters’ were careful to establish a respectful environment for everyone involved, in particular for my sensitive situation.

The course was well-received and both the college administration and the participants seemed well pleased with the outcomes. I was very impressed with the way the students had shown a mature acceptance of my nudity. In the early stages of each course there were the occasional playground greetings of ‘Hello Sir!” said with an exchange of ‘knowing’ smiles and collective giggles between the girls. However, I always gave them an unabashed and accepting response and smile to indicate I was not at all embarrassed by my recognition of the sexual mental images that must have passed across their minds in the moments as we walked toward each other. Teenage girls live in a wild and erotic fantasy world and the more it is accepted as a ‘normal’ part of their sexual development the less, I believe, it becomes a problem for them later.

I never took for granted that my role as an educator in this college was extremely unique and also placed Sister Mary in an awkward position if anything went awry. I had both an intellectual and physical capacity and duty within myself to fully educate these young women for the adult world to which they were about to be exposed. I regarded both capacities equally and saw no difference in the ‘normality’ of utilizing both my intellect and gender for the educational benefit of my students. As a genuine educator, I felt these were both functions of my being that could truly benefit each and every one of them. However, as with any good educator, I had to clearly define which students were both emotionally and academically prepared to be exposed to the topic being taught. In regard to my role as a sex educator, I had to be carefully aware of both the sensitivity of the topic and the students to whom it was to be taught plus and just as important, the resources I used to explain and present that topic.

This shared comfort with our nudity was to create many other interesting experiences with many of my students.

During winter, as the college athletics coach, I held training sessions for students at a nearby sports field. These sessions were held twice a week during the lunch hour. I also introduced a weight training session for those keen to improve at the Bronte Surf Lifesaving Club, on a Saturday morning. I lived near Bronte Beach and was an active member and Patrol Captain at the club. At the time surf lifesaving was a male only activity and hence the surf club facilities only had male change rooms and toilets.

I had convinced the executive of the surf club to allow me to open the club early on a Saturday morning for my group of girls to use the gym, prior to its use by club members. There was talk that the surf lifesaving movement was considering allowing females to join surf clubs and become active members, so Bronte were keen to be amongst the first club to do so. Bronte SLSC was the first official surf lifesaving club in Australia and hence were keen to lead the way in this new initiative also.

I always had at least a dozen girls turn up for this Saturday morning training session. It was popular for many reasons, not the least because they were ‘privileged’ to be able to enter a male only domain.

After each workout session, if it was warm enough, we’d all change together into our ‘togs’ and go for a swim. There was a keen interest in the male toilets, especially the urinals, which most girls had never seen before. They were all keen to know how men could stand side-by-side and pee without embarrassment. ‘Do you look at each other?’ ‘Aren’t you embarrassed to pee in front of someone else?’ These and a few other naive questions were thrown at me when they first saw the urinals.

Shelly was always one of my regulars for these training sessions and as the ‘alpha’ female in the senior school was always the one to lead the way in anything outrageous or sensual. She couldn’t resist the temptation and after our second gym session, took a stance at the urinal, lifted her sports skirt, thrust her hips forward, peeled her labia back and pee’d – very successfully, I might add at the urinal. Every girl broke up with laughter and I must admit I was surprised at how easily she managed a successful use of this male facility. As was usual, a few others then followed her lead, giggling as they attempted to emulate her feat.

This wasn’t the first time these girls had shared this intimacy with me. Shelly and Lizzy (and Juliette) regularly squatted and pissed right in front of me when they needed to ‘go’ while we sat chatting in the quiet corner of Hesperides nudist club. It was too far to go the toilets and by now we had reached an understanding between us where gender and sexual sensitivities were irrelevant.

It was also normal for my girls to simply squat and pee whenever they were ‘caught short’ at athletics training. None of them ever wore knickers to training, so squatting by the side of the track with their skirts hitched was considered practical. The toilets were up the hill at the rear of the grandstand and too far to even consider that option.

This expediency was also commonplace in all public athletics events. During a major fun run, it was very common to see a woman stop by the side of the road, squat and do the ‘pull-aside’ of her running shorts and pee, as a tide of runners passed her by. Men would find the nearest tree. No one ever thought it an unusual scenario.

“Show us how it’s done, Michael,” Shelly would often cheekily challenge me as she stood peeing at the surf club urinal. She had regularly seen me pee at Hesperides but was exhibiting her ‘alpha’ female confidence for the others. After Shelly’s example, none of these girls ever again used the cubicles in the surf club toilets to pee. With this new exciting challenge that now seemed too mundane.

I continually deflected Shelly’s taunts, as it seemed just a little too confronting to share with my other non-nudist students. However, after continued taunts over many weeks and busting for a pee, I finally wilted and joined a few of them as they grinned in expectation, as they stood at the urinal. We all ended up laughing at the silliness of the situation; while I tried to maintain some decorum as we pee’d together. I still have mental images locked in my mind of this group of girls occasionally standing and laughing as they shared their urinal exploits.