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Sex Ed.	By : OceanOfHell Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 6242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Sex Ed.
- 1
My friend and I wrote this story at a late night sleepover when we wanted to watch Star Wars but my parents were being stupid freaks. So we decided to do the next best thing; screw Obi-Wan. You can pick your nose, your can pick on your friends, but you can�t pick your friends nose. That aside, it is true that all creativity belongs to George Lucas, seeing as he probably imagined this scenario before us. We do, however, own Obi-Wan�s boxers and everything underneath them.

Wishes might come true, someday.
CHARACTERS: Obi-Wan and you

SETTING: Temple

PLOT: Are the sex ed. class rumors true? Test on female and male genitalia and you and Obi-Wan get a little too serious. A/U, both characters are around sixteen
A stuffy room. Naturally, the setting for one of the most dreaded-and, in that, anticipated- classes that the Temple offered.

Sex education.

Right before the quarter of the educational year started, lewd jokes were flying around your age group. Something about an assignment that outlined just exactly how to masturbate effectively. Of course, rumors were rumors, but there was one person who you wouldn�t mind making a rumor with.

Obi-Wan Kenobi. The hottie. The perfect apprentice- if somebody would choose him, of course. You didn�t understand why. You figure, if you were a master at this point, you would choose him just to have sex with him

Perhaps you�re just awash in teenage hormones. After all, girls are in the minority in the Temple, so you�re constantly hawked after by all the males of the class. But not Obi-Wan, interestingly. If he sees somebody trying to pluck at you or sending a crude comment your way, he�ll scowl at the one guilty until he looked down at the floor, ashamed. Obi-Wan is virtuous that way; he just stands up for you.

Aah; not quite the truth. You�ve been good friends for a while, you reminisce as you drag your feet, rather lazily, to the first session of sex ed. At least you have the class with Obi-Wan so you�ll have somebody to giggle with.

As you file into the class, you automatically take the place next to your friend, who grins lopsidedly at you and waves.

Halfway into the class, you�re slumping in your seat, desperately wishing that you�d chosen a snextnext to somebody of your own gender. Obi-Wan, by all outward appearances, seems to think the same thing, judging by his burningly bright blush.

"And this is the VAGINA!!" The teacher seemed to relish in screaming the words, if only to see the class manage to contort their spines to slump even further in the desks. "In order to REPRODUCE, two people have SEXUAL INTERCOURSE, in which the male PENIS is INSERTED into the female VAGINA. This is usually the case for most species, but to be safe, this is an all-human class, only for BOYS and GIRLS. TOGETHER." The teacher�s lips curled up, and he bared all his teeth in a rather chilling sort of grimace-smile.

You see Obi-Wan send a glance at you out of the corner of his eye, then snap his attention back to the teacher, embarrassed.

By the end of the class, you feel as though your cheeks have caught fire. The teacher had handed out lurid photographs and diagrams, and had forced you to sit through a video of a woman giving birth. Most of the students averted their eyes, totally and fully disgusted. A younger girl in the back who had always proclaimed that she�d have at least seven children actually had to leave to go to the bathroom, looking rather green.

The teacher punched the �stop� button on the vid-screen, looking smug at having stopped the reproductive cycle for another class. He handed out diagrams of the male and female genitalia, blank and ready to be labeled. "I want you to find PARTNERS for the test coming up. I will match you up so you can STUDY together on the DIAGRAMS of the MALE AND FEMALE GENITALIA!!" The teacher almost screamed the last word, making the entire population, it seemed, jump and cringe. He tapped the desks of students, pairing them up. You, out of some good luck (or perhaps, bad?), end up being partnered with Obi-Wan. He sends another embarrassed glance at you, flushes, and turns away.

* * *

You glance at the chrono: 10:30, almost on the dot. You and Obi-Wan have been laughing and having a grand old time as you both worked on your Galactic Civilizations homework in the common room, nobody else there, they�ve all gone to bed. You shuffle through your folder and come across the diagram. Beads of sweat almost pop off your skin as you recognize it and let out an actual groan.

"What�s up?" Obi-Wan inquires, glancing up from his work.

You almost say "nothing" and shove the diagram away, but just the sound of his smooth voice almost commands you to pluck the diagram from your notebook and cast it upon the table, pasting on an expression of distaste.

Obi-Wan hurriedly picks up his books before the diagram can touch them, as though it�s a particularly strong strain of bubonic plague.

You both stare at it for a moment.

"How are we supposed to fill this in? I mean, do you know any of this?" Your voice falters as you realize what you�re suggesting.

"How about you just whip off your pants and I�ll take a look?" Obi-Wan cracks, then turns away slightly and smacks a hand to his foreheadviouviously telling himself something along the lines of "dumbass!!"

You facefault for a moment, then let loose a true smile. You sweep him head to toe with your gaze, feeling a stirring in your groin. Wetting your lips, you stare at him from under your hair. "How about you whip off your pants and we�ll just� take a look, then?" You�ve always felt something beyond friendship with Obi-Wan. Every time you look at him, you take in all of his physical features and his sweet, shy and slightly pre-pubescent demeanor and you think �god, he would be a good lay.�

His face transforms from a deep crimson red to a pale whitish color. He stutters his answer, "W-w-what?"

"You heard me, Obi. I said�" you started before you�re cut off by Obi-Wan.

"I know what you said," he whispers harshly. He stares down at the plain brown of his boots, obviously embarrassed at what you just said.

You pull yourself out of the chair that was making your back sore from sitting in it so long. Stretching, you try to subtly appeal to Obi-Wan�s natural instincts. Unfortunately, he�s still sitting there with a pale face staring away at a scratch on the toe of his boot. You take a less subtle approach, taking off your belt and setting it, rolled nicely, on the sex ed. diagstilstill sitting on the table. The clack of the metal grabs his attention and he pulls his head up from his knees and stares at the loose tunic. The look on his face resembles that of a puppy having a rather juicy treat dangled before its nose, but afraid to grab for it.

You lean over the table and press your elbows, outwardly poring over the diagram of the penis. You place your finger on the scrotum, and quietly inquire, "Now, are are these for?"

"Th-those make the-the the, uh," he stutters.

"The sperm?" you finish for him.

He looks away again, blushing. "Yeah� you c-could say th-that."

You move your finger from the scrotum to the shaft. You question, "And where would this fit?"

His face deepens a couple shades and he doesn�t reply, his eyes widening.

You supply him with the answer again. "In my vagina?"

His back instantly straightens and his azure eyes are as wide as dinner plates, melting your insides. His answer is a little steadier, "Uh� yes."

You slide your way around the protruding table and onto the wide, low-to-the-ground, couch. You sit down next to Obi-Wan pressing up against him and draping both legs across his lap. His arm wraps around your waist instinctively and protectively. He stiffens and almost removes it, blushing again as he realizes what he did, but you take your hand and keep his arm there, almost forcefully, but he does not argue.

You wrap your free arm around his stomach and lay your head down onto his shoulder, and nuzzle his neck as he embraces you in a tighter hug. You start kissing your way up his soft and lightly furred with the beginnings of a beard neck and chin to the pair of lips that you have been fantasizing about for the past year. Shifting your weight, you straddle his hips and push your way into his mouth as he tentatively opens his lips to your onslaught of kisses.

Pulling away, leaving your lips turned down in a pouty look, he asks, "What are you doing?"

You lean closer, wrap your arms around his neck, and whisper into his ear, "Seducing you, Obi-Wan."

He freezes as you nibble at his ear and return back to his lips. As your tongue reaches into his mouth, his one hand slides up your back to the back of your head, where he gently pushes you more into the kiss, while the other hand wraps around your back and pulls your closer to him.

You flinch as your stomach runs into a cold metal. Pulling away from the sugary kiss, you slide your hands down his shoulders and chest to the silvery metal of the clasp on the belt and say, "This has got to go." Quickly, you remove the belt and throw it behind you, the belt landing across yours and along the length of the table.

His rough hands from training classes slide their way up your loose brown tunic and pushes the worn material up, running his hands along your body as they way make their way up to your shoulders. He then quickly removes the tunic and plants kisses along your shoulder and up the small of your neck.

His hands land on the soft, silky fabric of your bra as his lips gently kiss their way up to yours. He enters into your mouth as hinds nds slide around to your back and unhooks your bra. Without leaving your lips, he slides his hands down your arms, completely removing your bra.

As you straddle his hips, you become restless when you cannot feel your skin touching his, so you break away from his kiss and practically rip off his tunic to reveal a well-sculpted chest, complete with six-pack.

You press your bare body up against his making him shiver as your hardened nipples slide up his chest when you reach back for his kiss. His arms slide back around you, keeping you close, as your tongues frantically dance between your mouths.

Obi-Wan shifts uncomfortably as you keep straddling him. He decides that it is time for him to take over. He gently pushes you so that you are lying on your back on the couch, your head almost touching the arm of the couch. He continues his relentless onslaught of his tongue as you wrap your legs around his hips.

Slipping his tongue from your mouth, he plants a line of kisses down your jaw, your neck, between your breasts, down your flat stomach, giving special attention to your bellybutton and to the edge of your pants. He then, reaches behind with his hands, to your feet, where he slides his hands, and the fabric of your pants, up your calves, feeling the smoothness of your soft legs. Though the fabric, he gently drags his fingers up the rest of your legs to the edge of the pants, where he grabs the fabric and gently pulls it back down, relieving you of your pants.

You arch your back into the overstuffed couch as he glides his lips up your legs, and plants gentle kisses on the inside of your thigh. His one hand wanders around your hips while his lips follow shortly behind.

Deciding that it is unfair that your pants have been removed, you sit up, startling him and drag your hands down his chest to the hemline of his pants, where you proceed to force them off of him, revealing his boxers. You giggle as you look at his boxers, but your giggle is cut short as the chimes sound for lights-out and the lights comply with their automatic coding. Your laughter cuts through the darkness as you see the mini-lightsabers glowing in the dark on his boxers.

You frown and wrap your arms around yourself as you feel him get up off the couch, watching the lightsabers moving through the dark as he reaches for the clothing. He throws the belts and the other clothing over his shoulder and reaches for you. As he finds your shoulders, he wraps one arm around your shoulders and one reaches for your knees. He picks you up and you wrap your arms around his neck as he starts to walk forward through the darkness.

He makes his way through the maze of a mess in the common room towards the guys dorms, where his dorm is the first on the right. Making sure that your arms are tight around his neck, he reaches for the palm pad to open his door. The door swishes open and he walks in. As he walks through the doorway with you in his arms, he spares an elbow to hit a button on the wall, turning on soft music on his stereo. He passes through the room to where his bed is, where he gently lays you down on the soft sheets. Setting the removed clothing on the floor, he joins you on the bed.

You watch the mini-lightsabers as he places a kiss on your forehead, then skips over your mouth, to your chest. His mouth encompasses one breast as his thumb runs delicately over your hardened nipple. As your moans reach his ears, he switches causing you to groan louder.

He comes back up to your lips, tasting your tongue again. Taking the initiative, you roll over until you are straddling his hips again. You whisper into the air, "Are you going to take off your Jedi knickers and show me your real lightsaber, or am I going to have to make you?"

You can almost feel his face blush as the comment sinks in. After a bit, he hasn�t moved, so you decide that you are going to make him. You take your soft fingers and caress your way down his chest to the glowing hemline of his glowing boxers and slide your thumbs underneath them. You slide off his hips and move down his legs, bringing the mini-lightsabers with you.

You stare at him, amazed that someone with such a compact frame could have such a well-developed member. Having read about it, but still never doing it, you lower your head to lightly taste the head of his member. As your tongue comes in contact with the hard skin, Obi-Wan shudders underneath you. You also find that you somewhat enjoy the musky taste. You decide to be braver and take his hardened member into your mouth. Gently blowing, sucking, licking, and trying new things, you pleasure Obi-Wan as he starts to writhe in delight beneath you.

Feeling a build-up of pressure, he stops you and brings your lips up to meet his. Stopping this kiss, you ask, "Why did you make me stop?"

He turns away slightly and replies, "I didn�t think it would be right for me to� in your mouth."

You grin and begin, "It�s ok�" but a gentle finger cuts you off as he silences your protests. You reach your hands up to grab his and each hand guides his to your silky underwear, and you help him remove them.

His fingers leave trails of softness as his hands slide down your legs. He again runs his lips along the length of your leg, stopping only when he reached the soft, curly hair. Smelling your arousal, he tentatively reached out with his tongue to touch the folds of your womanhood. You shiver as pleasure courses through your body as his tentative touches soon turn into wanting more of your sweet juices. One hand slides and starts to rub your swollen clit as his tongue continues to delve in an out. Soft moans escape your lips as he continues his assault on you. Finally, you grip the sheets underneath you as a great pressure builds and releases as you come.

Breathing heavily, you welcome his gentle kisses and the sweet taste of yourself on his lips. You harshly whisper into his ear, "Now, Obi," and he complies, after hesitating.

Poised at your entrance, he gently pushes in the tip of his member, soon following with a short thrust, forcing the rest of it into you. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, as he lays inside you, unsure of what to do. Cautiously, he begins to move, pulling out and then thrusting back in. His one arm slides behind your back while the other slides behind your head, pulling your lips to his as he continues his slow, agonizingly pleasuring pace. Not being able to hold back, Obi-Wan starts to increase his pace, thrusting in more rapidly than before. You can�t help but moan louder as your bodies become slick with sweat as he thrusts in and out of you. You bite your lip as your walls contract around his member, causing him to dive over the edge. He grunts into the small of your neck as he releases, filling you with his warm fluids.

Panting, he slowly pulls out of you. Sliding up to the pillows at the top of the bed, he plants a kiss on your cheek. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as you use his arm as a pillow, and you wrap your own arm around his stomach. As the weariness of the day settles in, you and Obi-Wan fall asleep on his bed.

* * *

The mattress shifts from under you, and you keep your eyes closed, thinking that it�s one of your friends come in to annoy you until you get up. Your mind starts to climb out of the fog that it was wrapped in to realize that you are completely and totally naked.

And there�s somebody who is completely and totally naked beneath you.

Your eyes snap open before you remember what happened the night before, and you relax into Obi-Wan�s arms. Your movement shifts the bed again, and Obi-Wan stirs in Coruscant�s dawn light pouring in through his window. Evidently, he has the same reaction as you do, because he almost sits straight up (as does something else). You suppress the desire to giggle as you stretch languidly beside him. He freezes, watching you, before he decides to assert himself and tightens his arms around you. You are perfectly content, lying in his arms, until your gaze wanders over his chrono. You let out a muffled squeal.

"What is it?" Obi-Wan queries, looking down at you in concern.

Wordless, you point at the time.

He cuts loose a sound somewhat similar to yours and flails about on the bed.

* * *

The two of you walk in to sex ed class a short while later, Obi-Wan with his arm draped around your shoulders. It�s been rather difficult for you to not simply snatch him up in a heated embrace and make love to him right there in the hallway, but you figured that Yoda wouldn�t appreciate it.

�Or maybe he would,� you muse, but are interrupted by the same teacher striding into the room, a devious smile on his face as he sends a glance at the two of you.

Obi-Wan leans over to you just as the bell chimes, indicating the next class period. "I�ll meet you tonight in the common room?"

You grin, about to reply, but the teacher cuts you off.

"Thank you all for COMING. I trust you all have your DIAGRAMS done?"

The two of you, almost on cue, flush hotly. In the passion of the moment, you forgot completely about the diagram! It�s probably still lying on the table, with your name on the top right corner.

The teacher smiles nastily. "Today we�re going to have a little ORAL TEST. Haha, no, I wouldn�t subject you to that so early in the TERM. But we are going to go OVER the DIAGRAM of the FEMALE VAGINA and the MALE PENIS." The teacher wanders over to the blackboard, leaning down to your desk as he passes you. He sends a salacious stare at you and Obi-Wan, who squirms under the teacher�s atten. Tn. The teacher smirks (rather sadistically) and adds, "Now didn�t we have fun learning sexual education last night?"
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