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

I often asked myself why some female inventor has never invented a female urinal. Judging by the ease with which these young women could adapt their anatomy to a male facility, it wouldn’t have taken too much imagination to develop a more accommodating facility for women.

The long lines at most female toilets certainly attest to the need for a quick and easy female urinal.

After our workout and swim, I invited anyone interested back to my place for a healthy breakfast. I was keen to show them how to eat a good diet as well as improve their physical capabilities for athletics.

Usually, most girls did so! My unit block was perched high on the hill overlooking Bronte Beach. The complex had a rooftop area that was very private from neighbouring vision. If it was warm enough, we’d often end up on the roof and sit casually naked together, soaking up the warmth of the winter sun, laughing and chatting together. My list of students with whom I shared my nudist lifestyle was growing ever larger.

Interestingly, I occasionally crossed paths with some of my students in later life. On one occasion, I was having a blood test at a pathology clinic and the nurse immediately recognized me and said ‘You don’t remember me do you?” I had to admit the intervening years and the change from teenager to middle age woman had changed her appearance. However, when she introduced herself as one of my former senior maths students I immediately could recall that awkward teenager. We briefly chatted about her life and career. She was happily married with three teenage kids herself. She made a point of mentioning the unique sex education course and said how disappointed she felt that her own children could not access such a course in the current conservative social climate.

I also met my ‘butterfly’, Shelly, at a 25-year class reunion. She had never known of my attraction for her while she was my student, for which I gave myself a self-congratulatory pat on the back. She was still a stunningly beautiful woman! She also had been happily married for 20 years and had four children. She made a point of mentioning the sex education course and in particular the extra-curricular attention she and a select few of her honours classmates had received from me. She said how important that learning was for her at the time and how much she had appreciated that ‘education’ at that stage in her life. After she left school, with this extra sexual maturity gained from our contacts both at school and the nudist club, she was able to find a life partner whom she matched on many other qualities other than as a sexual partner chosen in the heat of a young woman’s passions. Unfortunately many of her female friends from other schools had been trapped in an unhappy relationship based purely on their raging youthful desires and lived to regret it.

I made a point of asking her about Juliette. Apparently, she was now divorced and Shelly mentioned she’d be keen to hear from me and gave me her phone number.

By this time I had been married and also divorced, had three beautiful children and had been working as an exclusive high-end male escort for five years.

I thanked Shelly for being my ‘Butterfly’. She was puzzled by what I meant. I did try to explain how that my meeting with her as a teenager and the sexual path with her and her sister that eventuated, shaped my life totally and I didn’t have a single ounce of regret. She wasn’t too sure how to react, but I again reassured her it was ‘all good!’

I didn’t phone Juliette! As I was then actively engaged in escort work, I felt I didn’t have the time, or would be fair, to establish a relationship with a woman at this point in my life.

During these years at the college, that I was involved in this unique sex education course, I would often find myself in many more very compromising situations when on school excursions with groups of my young and very sexually charged female students.

Another example of erotic situations I’d find myself in while teaching at the college was on one of the annual ski excursions that I organised to the NSW Snowy Mountains. Each year I would take 30–40 young women by coach to a mountain lodge on the outskirts of Jindabyne for five days of skiing fun. During these trips my girls would regularly find various ways to have their fun by ‘testing’ me in very compromising situations. In fact, I’m sure it became a competition amongst them to see who could achieve my best ‘reaction’ from the most sensual situation. I would always play along, fully realising I was being set up, but these were good kids and I knew they would never go beyond the agreed bounds.

On one occasion, a few months after the senior’s sex education classes had started, I was subjected to a very funny ‘gotcha’.

While enjoying a relaxing drink near the open fire at the lodge after a full days skiing, a couple of girls came running frantically down the stairs from the bathroom shouting that ‘Suzy’ had slipped in the showers and was unconscious on the bathroom floor. This did seem genuine and I sprang into action. I was a fully qualified surf lifesaver, instructor and examiner, so had excellent CPR knowledge and first aid medical skills. When I raced into the showers, there was Suzy, staged perfectly, dripping wet and sprawled totally naked over the floor, legs spread and neatly shaved pussy brilliantly highlighted by the bathroom lighting and directly in my line of sight as I entered the room. As I knelt beside her shoulders in anticipation of resuscitation protocol, Suzy slowly lifted her head, planted a big kiss on my mouth and smiled from ear to ear. The bathroom erupted in a chorus of laughter and cheers from the assembled array of naked young women, now encircling me.

They’d ‘got me’!

I smiled in acceptance of the ‘gotcha’ and left the shower room. Later that night, and after I’m sure a few secreted drinks by many of them, I was presented with a semi-naked congo line by this group of girls, dancing back and forward around me, bums on my lap and boobs in my face. I ‘stoically’ endured their taunting much to their greater amusement and mirth. It was all good innocent fun for a 24 year-old male and 17 year-old young women. With the pervading healthy approach to nudity in the college they naturally expected nothing less than my ‘controlled’ acceptance and accord for this naked tease and the freedom to express their feminine sexuality.

It must be said that the overwhelming and pervading aroma of female pheromones and exotic perfumes in this hot-house of emerging adult feminine sexual energy made for a very heady and dangerous mix of surging testosterone and oestrogen. Without my rational moral filter, serious issues could have arisen. Thankfully, they didn’t!

As the showers at the lodge were all open, without cubicles, there was always a line of girls watching and waiting for me to finish showering every morning. My nickname had filtered through the school and every girl seemed keen to savour my Goldilocks cock as often as possible. It certainly wasn’t an unpleasant experience for me either to be so up close and personal next to these young women dripping wet and bent in all contortions while shaving and washing themselves. I am human and a man and although I gave no indication, I very much appreciated this morning parade of naked, wet, young females.

Considering virtually every young woman on these trips had seen me naked in the sex education classes and they knew I was a nudist, I never bothered to dress and just wrapped a towel around myself going to and from the bathroom. With the relaxed ethos toward nudity at the college many of the girls followed suit, making nudity or semi-nudity the norm for most of them, rather than the exception for the duration of our stay at the ski lodge.