Daughters and Sons of Aphrodite

[Note: all characters in this work of fiction are at least eighteen years old.]

CHAPTER 3

Jonas' bus ride to Archemedia Lower College's campus was uneventful, at least relative to Samantha's. He took a window seat in the first row, diagonally across from the driver. She was a handsome woman with greying hair, wearing the shortest skirt he had ever seen. It was barely long enough to hide the panties he assume she was wearing. If he had not been sitting within earshot of her, he would have a asked nearby senior, Aristotle, if such a revealing garment could be considered at all orthodox. Instead the two boys, who knew each other well, spent the trip lobbing casual insults back and forth.

After ten minutes, the bus passed a large road sign which read, "Leaving Family District 17!" The large Greek lettering was chiseled into a twenty foot tall block of stone. The font was white, on a blue background, indicating that the sign had been erected by the national government of Orchid. As it faded from view, Jonas heard a rustling sound that came from the left and slightly to the front of him. His brow furrowed in confusion as he saw the bus driver fumbling with something in her lap. He heard the telltale sound of Velcro tabs disengaging. The driver dropped a rectangular patch of pleated cloth on the ground next to her. 'Was that from her skirt?' He couldn't see her lap from where he was sitting, so the question lingered, unanswered, in the back of his mind.

Students rarely traveled outside of family districts. Destinations were either family districts, for sporting events, or else one of several national parks. The latter were only open to people under eighteen on specific dates. The school busses employed on those occasions had frosted windows that made it impossible to see out. This ride was the first time either Aristotle or Jonas had an opportunity to view such a broad variety of architectural styles. Buildings in Family District 17 almost exclusively followed the whitewashed stone style seen on Greek islands such as Mykonos or Crete. Other districts clearly had no such stylistic consistency. The boys marveled at the ten story, brightly-painted office buildings, long, low, multicolored stone temples, and other, unfamiliar-looking, monuments.

Eventually the bus pulled into the main gate of the lower college. Whereas Samantha's bus had angled off to the right, following signs for the school temple, Jonas' made an immediate, sharp left.

"Did you see that?" Aristotle asked.

"Huh?"

"That sign we just passed."

"No."

"I think it said, 'Male Orientation Sub-Campus', ever heard of that?"

"Search me. Been a weird-ass day, dude. Add it to the list." Jonas shrugged.

"Tell me about it!"

Five minutes later, they pulled to a noiseless stop in a large parking lot paved with cobblestones. Along with the other busses from their upper school, there was an additional bus, presumably bringing boys from a different Family District. There were many cars parked as well, with only a few empty spaces left.

The bus driver pulled a goose-neck microphone towards herself. "We're here, boys. Everybody out!" As Jonas left the bus, he glanced over at her. He could not believe his eyes. She had her legs spread, and the patch of cloth she'd removed earlier had, in fact, been covering her vulva. It was now exposed. She had a thatch of untidy, graying pubic hair. He only got a quick glance at her sex, as the other boys were crowding behind him. 'The first pussy I've ever seen is a bus driver's?' he thought.

In a daze, he walked in the direction of the boys who had arrived earlier on other vehicles. They were already lined up ahead of him. A young priestess, who looked to be about halfway through her pregnancy, was standing off to one side of a rope line, waving the entire group towards a low, grey stone building. There was a sign near the entrance reading, "Male Student Center." Then his heart did a somersault in his chest. Jonas looked over his shoulder at Aristotle, who was right behind him.

The other boy was staring at the priestess' midsection, jaw hanging slack as if he were a fish out of water, gasping for air. Her temple garb was missing a rectangular section, exposing her perfectly bald vulva to the world. Due to her swelling belly, the skin around her mons was being pulled taut. Jonas looked back at the second pussy he'd ever seen in his life, a subtle vertical line of shadow surrounded by puffy olive skin. Although he knew roughly what a vulva looked like, based on the cartoonish, albeit medically accurate diagrams in his Health class textbook, seeing the real thing, for a second time in a scant few minutes, made his heart race and his skin flush red with heat.

Jonas' excitement was tempered, however, as he'd been told his whole life that it was taboo to see anyone else naked, even in photographs. "Dude!" he said to Aristotle, chucking him in the shoulder. "Stop staring!"

Aristotle punched the other boy's shoulder in retaliation. "You were too, bro!"

Jonas was sure the priestess would yell at them. Instead, a small smile crept onto her face. Both boy's jaws dropped as she rotated her feet out slightly and angled her hips forward. The effect was to spread her thighs slightly, exposing her outer labia more clearly.

"What the--" Aristotle said. Just then, he received a shove from the boy behind him.

"Keep it moving, loser!"

Shortly thereafter, Jonas was passing through the front doors of the Male Student Center. Carved of wood, rather than cast from bronze, they featured the familiar orchid petal motif. In what was starting to seem commonplace, Jonas saw two more naked pussies. To either side of the entrance, more priestesses were standing, one with a large belly. Like their colleague in the parking lot, these women had their legs bowed so that the missing sections of their robes showed off their sex to maximum effect.

The woman on the left had bushy, bright red pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a perfect V-shape. Her prominent labia hung down, and her clitoral hood was clearly visible, like the head of a cobra. The other's pussy was bald, with swollen, chubby outer lips. Jonas committed the images to memory, sure that they'd be the last vaginas he'd see until he, someday, found some girlfriends.

Inside, the building opened up into a spacious lobby with a cool stone floor and soft lighting coming from a great many wall scones. Lined up along the far wall were over one hundred women, and around twenty men. The females were all wearing mini-skirts, with much variation in color and material. Some were brightly-colored cotton, others muted linen or leather. The men were dressed nattily, but without the same consistency: in jeans, slacks, or shorts. Every skirt was missing part of the front. Although Jonas was too far away to make out much in the way of detail, he could see that none of the women were wearing panties, either. By contrast, the men's clothing wasn't missing any sections at all.

At first, Jonas wasn't sure what to do. Then he saw that the women and men were holding up small whiteboards, each with a single student's name on it. He observed Troy Elissaios walk over to Teacher Eleni, who had his name on her whiteboard. Troy had a "king of the school" reputation, based on his good looks and athleticism. Jonas wasn't sure if it meant anything, but according to most of his male friends, Eleni was the prettiest of the female teachers. He could see why they thought so, but she wasn't on his personal top ten list.

As Jonas walked down the line of women, he recognized only a handful. The ones whose names he knew were teachers, teaching assistants, or chaperones from his school. The rest were unfamiliar. What they shared in common was that they were all pretty -- in some cases drop-dead gorgeous -- and all of their vulvas were exposed to the world.

The room began to spin when Jonas saw his math teacher standing at the very end of the line up of women. His heart nearly stopped beating as he took in her wavy chestnut hair, wide, pleasant face, and, to his eyes, perfect, curvy body. She was wearing a thin white tube top that barely held in her teardrop-shaped breasts, the largest pair in the room. Her vulva had a neatly trimmed rectangle of brown pubic hair, right above a substantial clitoral hood. Her thick, crinkly inner labia hung down nearly an inch.

Jonas stopped walking, about ten feet from Teacher Sarah, too distracted to see that the sign she was holding up next to her substantial bosoms had his full name spelled out on it. He could not accept the reality of the situation. He briefly considered that he might be living out an extended, lucid dream, although he quickly discounted this notion. He'd never had a dream so vivid, or lengthy, before, let alone a true lucid one, of any duration.

Seeing his semi-nude math teacher triggered a number of fantasies, and his mind was swamped with lewd imagery, stopping him in his tracks.

For the longest time, his best friend, Samantha, had been the object of his lustful thoughts. He felt guilty every time he visualized his best friend -- a lesbian -- naked, let alone imagined having sex with her. Yet the longest he could abstain from fantasizing about such indecent acts was around a week.

That changed at the beginning of senior year. Teacher Sarah, to the extent he had been able to tell, given the formal teacher's garb mandatory in Family District 17, had a perfect body. And, as her TA, he had gotten to know her better than any other instructor at school. He felt a natural ease around the older woman. The scenarios his mind came up with, now featuring Sarah instead of Samantha, became progressively more wild over the course of the two semesters. Most persistent was impregnating his math teacher after a round of wild love-making. This daydream ran through his mind now.

While Jonas was staring slack-jawed at his crush, Teacher Sarah was in much the same state. She was at the end of the line of women so that she could chat with her colleague, Teacher Ray. He taught ceramics at the same upper school, Mt. Parna. The handsome man was holding up a sign with the name of a male eighteen-year-old upper school graduate who had chosen him as the most attractive teacher there.

Ray smirked, as, over the forty minutes they stood around waiting, Sarah became increasingly uncommunicative. Normally a fluid conversationalist, she stopped asking him questions at all, and provided monosyllabic answers to his. When Jonas arrived, Ray had to work hard not to laugh out loud. 'I think these two just broke each other,' he thought.

Sarah had been replaying the school year in her head, like a video on a loop. Jonas' birthday was in August, before the school year started on the first Monday in September. He was eighteen when she met him on the first day of school. She didn't notice him at first. Then, several weeks into the semester, he handed in the first quiz ten minutes before the time was up. Sarah took an instant liking to his plain, open face. It didn't hurt that he aced the test, and soon established himself as the top student in her class.

She asked him to act as her teaching assistant, since he proved to be so far ahead. They spent time together, and she learned that he was on the weightlifting team and wondered what he looked like without a shirt. She began stealing glances at the young man when he was grading a paper. If she let her mind wander, she would visualize herself in the third trimester of pregnancy, carrying a Daughter of Aphrodite that they made together.

Now, when she saw Jonas walking towards her in the Student Center's entrance hall, her mind instinctively conjured this fantasy. She began considering what her swollen tummy would look like from a variety of different angles.

"Earth to Sarah," came the voice of Ray. When she didn't respond, he added, "Sarah! Jonas is right here!"

"Oh!" Sarah said. She could feel heat rising to her face, and wanted nothing so much as to bury her head in her hands. "Of course. My apologies."

Ray chortled as Jonas also came to his senses.

"Hi, uh, Teacher Sarah," he stammered.

"Please, just Sarah from now on."

"Okay." Jonas' gaze drifted to his teacher's bare, meaty pussy lips. Catching himself, he looked her in the eye. "Sorry!"

"It's fine! Please look all you want!" Sarah adopted a wider stance, opening the space between her legs.

Jonas flushed red when he instinctively looked down again. He wasn't processing the fact that she'd just told him to do that very thing.

"Can you two get a room already?" Ray said, in mock exasperation.

"Right." Sarah straightened up, and Jonas noticed her rock hard nipples straining at her top. "Jonas, would you mind coming with me? You won't be committing to accepting me as your trainer. You'll still have the option switch to someone else, if you'd like."

"What training, and why would I switch to someone else for it?" Jonas asked.

"It'll make more sense after I've had time to expl--" Sarah started to say.

"Sarah!" Ray interrupted, in a firm but gentle tone. "Honey, take it from me. I may be clueless about you ladies' tastes, but I know guys as well as anyone. There's no way this young man is gonna switch, okay? So please get the Hades out of here already! I'm about to die of saccharin poisoning."

"Oh my!" Sarah said, bringing a hand to her prodigious chest. She squared her shoulders and held out her hand for Jonas to take. "Shall we go?"

"Okay," Jonas said. "Where are we going exactly?" he added. His brow furrowed. Although taking her smooth hand in his made his pulse throb with excitement, he also felt an extreme sense of disorientation.

"Our apartment."

"We have an apartment?"

"For the next month, yes."

"What are we going to do there?"

Sarah looked down as they were walking. Her heart was pounding as hard as Jonas'. "Principal Heather should have mentioned Third Book of Aphrodite in her closing speech?"

"She did; that was a shock, let me tell you!"

"For me, too, when I graduated! Anyway, while young women learn about the Third Book in group settings, young men do better with a personal, one-on-one guide. Although a few other trainers will help with certain specializations, from time to time."

"You keep mentioning 'training', Teach-- I mean Sarah," Jonas said. "Training for what?"

"Sex."

"Six of what?" Jonas asked. He thought Sarah said 'sex' but quickly decided that could not possibly be right.

"Not 'six', 'sex.'" Sarah had a big grin on her face. "You do know what 'sex' is?"

"We're going to watch videos about, uh, sex, or something?" Jonas asked. That sounded exciting.

"No, silly. Depicting sexual activity or nudity in any medium other than carved stone, wood, or oil on canvas is just as forbidden by the Third Book as it was in Book Two. What I mean is: I will teach you how to worship Aphrodite, which includes a healthy amount of sex."

"How though?" Jonas asked.

"Oh, many ways. Of course there is cunnilingus, vaginal intercourse, and, well, you know."

Jonas' eyes went wide. "I mean, how will you train me?"

"There's only one way," she said. "We'll do it together."

"You mean you'll have sex with me?"

"That's right." Sarah's grin widened.

"We'll just, um," Jonas paused. "Do all those things?"

"Yes. A lot. Unless you want someone else."

"No, never!" Jonas said hotly.

"But you haven't seen me naked yet. Not completely."

"You're perfect!" Jonas blurted out.

"Now Jonas, honey, have you been spying on me?" The disingenuous Sarah knew this to be an impossibility due to how life worked in family districts, but she couldn't help but tease the young man.

"No! I just. Well, I'm sure."

"How?"

Jonas was saved from having to reveal his sexual fantasies about his math teacher, as just then the pair reached the entryway to a long, two-story building. It was painted brown and blended in with the tall, fat redwood trees planted liberally around it. Sarah pulled a slip of paper from her purse so that she could look at the number.

"Room 209," she said, and they set off down the long, dimly-lit hallway. Framed, watercolor paintings of flowers lined the walls. Minutes later, they arrived at the front door of their temporary abode. She let them both inside by holding the silver bracelet on her right hand up to a black rectangle next to the door.

"It's time to inspect me and confirm you want me as your trainer. If not, there are a number of other women I could recommend. I have a biological cousin who's quite the cutie-pie, and she's only twenty."

"I really don't--" Jonas said, but Sarah was already squeezing her mini-skirt down past her round butt and wide hips. Now her entire bottom half was naked.

"What do you think?"

"Better than my-- I mean-- even better than I thought," Jonas stammered.

Sarah put her hands on her hips and tried to frown. "Jonas Pachis, have you been fantasizing about me?"

"No! Well, yes."

"I see. And what have you fantasized about?"

"Um, do I have to say?"

"I am standing here half naked, you know."

"Well, everything."

"Like what?"

"Your bottom half."

"Like my vulva?"

"Yes. Your top, er, half, too."

"Oh, these?" Sarah said, lifting her scantily-clad boobs.

"They're beautiful!"

"How would you know?"

"I, uh, kind of could tell, even through those shirts and bras you had to wear."

"Let's see if reality matches your expectations," she said, and swiftly tugged her tube top up and over her head. Two enormous teardrops flopped down and Jonas gaped at her, wordlessly. She lifted each tit, in turn, and grinned at him. She shimmied her torso from left to right, making them jiggle. "So, you just like me for my big boobs?"

"No!" Jonas stammered. "I mean, yes I love them-- argh, you know what I meant. But, anyway, everything about you is... amazing!"

"I'm just teasing," Sarah said. "Could you sign this if you're sure you're satisfied. Our training will work best if you truly find me attractive." She indicated a legal-sized sheet of paper sitting on a side table off to one side. Jonas signed his name without reading it, barely looking at the line for his signature. "That was fast!"

As they moved to the living room, Jonas noted the carpet, although well-maintained and free of dust, had a number of stains. Sarah waved at a leather couch. It had a number of off-white discolorations on the distressed material of the cushions, much like the floor coverings. Next to it were two large suitcases. Sarah sat down, feeling goose-bumps raise where her bare bottom made contact with the cool upholstery. Jonas sat a respectful distance from her. "Don't be a stranger," Sarah said, in a soft, low voice, patting the spot next to her. "C'mon over, I don't bite."

"O-okay," Jonas said, and shifted closer. She waved her hands towards her body until their thighs were touching.

"Now," Sarah said, sounding more like his math teacher again. "Before we get started, let's read the first two chapters of Book Three."

"Why's that?"

"I can tell you trust me, Jonas, but you need to see Aphrodite's words directly, with your own eyes, in order to believe any of it."

Jonas took a deep breath and picked up one of the leather bound tomes. It was substantially heavier than either Book One or Book Two. He began to read.

X X X X

Back in the Archemedia Lower College's temple, Fourth Priestess Thea Gelzos surveyed the crowd from her raised dais. She was 39 weeks pregnant and wearing nothing save a wireless headset microphone, four upper-arm bracelets, and a silver bracelet on her left wrist. She maintained a serious expression as she took in the sea of faces. There were nearly a thousand young women arrayed in front of her; some expectant, some trepidatious, some sobbing with embarrassment or fright. She had seen it every year, and could even recall when she had been one of the sobbing girls in the audience, fifteen years prior.