Two

The first class of the day for Manny was something called "Human Cultures" and it met in a tiny room at the end of one of Degrassi's many halls. She was in it with Emma, and the two girls slid into adjoining seats in the back of the room just as the tardy bell rang.

The teacher, a recently hired Mr. Izukus, began to take roll. When he got to Manny's name, he had to repeat it three times before she responded.

"What's your problem?" Asked Emma once the teacher had moved on.

Manny shook her head. It was the virgin. That was the problem. Imagine! A virgin wondering the Degrassi halls! The very idea was ludicrous. If couldn't be possible. Degrassi was a passion-pit. Teen pregnancies, abortions, and STD's were an everyday occurrence. So how-

Noise near the front of the room. Many looked up, more out of habit than curiosity, and froze. Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes bugged out to twice their normal size. There, talking to Mr. Izukus, was the most attractive creature she had ever laid eyes on.

He was devastatingly handsome. He was tall, but not freakishly so. His face seemed to have been chiseled from stone. His jaw was square, his cheekbones perfect. Gorgeous green eyes glittered from behind a wall of perfect light-brown bangs.

Manny rested her chin upon her hands as she took in the wondrous sight before her. Craig was a memory now.

"Class," Mr. Izukus said, "This is Dustin." He gestured to the god that stood next to him. "He's new here. Please make him feel welcome."

Oh, you bet, Manny thought. In her mind's eye, she pictured herself and Dustin contorting together on a bearskin rug. Welcome to Degrassi, Dustin. Mind if I take your underwear? Heh heh heh.

"Please find a seat," Mr. Izukus said.

"Thanks," the boy said. His voice was deep and rather soft. He scanned the crowded classroom and decided upon an empty seat next to a window.

The fantasy inside Manny's mind ended with the new kid giving her a round of applause for a job well done. Oh, it was going to be a great year with him in her class! New kid, new meat to sample. Manny looked forward to it. She'd already done the entire male student body. She smiled as she strained to get a better look at the kid. She wanted to see his hands. Because you know what they say, big hands, big-

Then it hit her. It struck her full in the face with the impact of a sledgehammer. That smell again. The scent of virginity. Could it be… She shook her head. No. No way was it coming from him! He was way too hot to be a virgin! But the smell was defiantly coming from his direction and as she looked about the room, she noticed that several girls in the class had risen up their heads to sniff the air in puzzlement.

No! The others had picked up the scent! If the smell was the fragrance of Dustin's virginity, which she couldn't believe, she had to seize him before anybody else did!

Through sheer luck, there was an empty seat next to Dustin's.

Manny leapt from her chair as if firecrackers had been lit from under her butt. She tugged the waistband of her jeans down to expose her blue rhinestone thong and gathered up all of her books. In one graceful swoop, she went from Emma's side to Dustin's.

"Hi," she breathed.

Dustin turned to face her. She felt his eyes as they explored her body, moving up from her Calvin Klein jeans, to her perfect thighs. They lingered at her thong for a while until they jolted upwards. "Hi," he said. A sot rosy color was beginning to blossom on his cheeks.

"Hi yourself," Manny cooed. Now she was sure. Beyond a doubt. This guy was a virgin. And that made it all the more tempting. She must have him!

Dustin smiled awkwardly. "Um. I don't want to embarrass you or anything," he said. "But..."

Manny leaned forward, pressing her breasts against the side of the chair in the process. "Yes? Do you want to say something?"

"Your underwear is showing."

Manny frowned. There was something about the way he had said it. It was almost like … he had been disgusted. Nah. That couldn't be. She was a hot mama. A spicy Latina piece of hot ready-to-bake - Well, she was highly sought after in the Degrassi sexual arena.

She decided to play it cool.

"So it is," she said as she fiddled with the thin blue strap of the tong. "So it is."

Dustin said nothing but did give a little smile, which Manny considered a good sign.

"So you're a new kid? Where'd you move here from?"

At this, Dustin seemed more interested. "Oh! The United States."

Silence from Manny's end.

"Nebraska."

Manny licked her lips.

"We, uh. We lived on a farm. My parents and I, I mean."

Manny leaned back in her chair and smiled. "Real-ly? That's interesting. So you can," she undid one of the buttons on her blouse. "Milk things?"

Those green eyes of his flew away from her face and began to examine a world map that had been taped up in the corner of the room. "Yeah," he stuttered. "Like cows and stuff. I guess… I dunno."

His face grew pink. He lifted one shaking hand up in the air and began to message the back of his neck. As he did this, the sleeve of his t-shirt slid down to reveal a puff of sandy-colored underarm hair.

Manny was about ten seconds away from wetting her pants.

Now, her mind screamed. Take him! Do it right there on the desk if you have to, but do it! TAKE THE VIRGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But just then, the classroom door swung open and a nice little old lady entered.

"Curses!" Manny spat.

Mr. Izukus smiled and stood to one side of the elderly visitor. "Class, you're in for a treat. Dr. Sally is going to have a nice little talk with you today!"

Dr. Sally nodded. "Yes. What better way to kick of Degrassi Sex Week than with a nice little heart-to-heart about the subject?" She smiled sweetly. The smile of a kindly grandmother. Then she reached behind her back and pulled out plastic models of a naked man and woman, seemingly out of thin air. She then put both hands into her pant's pockets and withdrew a series of pornographic photos, which she passed around the room.

"Hello, boys and girls," Dr. Sally exclaimed once everything was in order. "My name is Dr. Sally and I'm head of the Teen Sex Department at Degrassi Community School. Now before we begin, I'm going to pass around little slips of paper. You'll each have a word. I want each of you to give a definition of the word and use it in a sentence."

Meanwhile, the porno pictures were handed to Manny, who just barely glanced at them. They were the same ones from last year. Nothing new there. She gave them to Dustin, who quickly passed them to the boy behind him without taking so much as a peep.

"What is this?" He asked later, as the paper slips were going around.

"Well, let's see. What's your word?" Manny said as she leaned over his desk. She grinned. "You don't know that word? It's a part of the female reproductive system. See, it's located-"

Dustin put up his hands defensively. "No, no, no. I know what that is. I mean, what is this class all about anyway?"

"Oh. Well, it's Human Cultures, but since Sex Week is going on, we're having a little Family Life discussion instead." Smile, smile. Grin, grin. "You have Family Fife in the U.S., don't you?"

"Well, yeah. But not like this. This is weird."

"How so?"

"Well, the fact that your school has its own Sex Department. What is that, anyway?"

Manny laughed as she began to define her own word. "You really are new to Degrassi, aren't you?"

The minutes ticked on from there. The room fell into a hush as students gave the assignment at hand their undivided attention. After a while, Dr. Sally clapped her hands together and announced that time was up. "Let's begin, shall we?" She scanned the room. "We'll start with the young man by the window."

The eyes of the entire class settled on Dustin, who blinked rapidly. "Me?"

"Yes, young man. What was your word?"

Squirming like a fly stuck on wax paper, Dustin swallowed. There was an audible click. "My word was…. Uh. It's… Well…" He coughed and ran a hand through his hair.

Up near the front of the room, Dr. Sally was losing patience. "Your word. Don't hold up the class!"

The edge of Manny's lips curved up into a smirk. She leaned over Dustin's shoulder to get a look at the word written upon his paper. "Vagina," she said loudly.

Dustin whirled around to gape at her.

"Is that your word?" Asked the head of the Sex Department crankily.

He nodded.

"What's the matter? Are you embarrassed or something?"

He nodded.

Dr. Sally sighed and put her hands on her hips. "How old are you, young man? Sixteen? Seventeen? You're too old to be embarrassed about sex. The word 'vagina' is just a word. It's a part of the female reproductive system. Nothing more, nothing less." She frowned severely. "Kids these days… Honestly!"

The next few minutes went by quickly as students shared their words with the class and used it in a sentence. With an hour and ten minutes left in the class, Dr. Sally nodded and moved close to the two plastic nude human models. "With the remainder of the class period, I'd like to have an in-depth discussion about orgasms – the most pleasurable, of course, being the g-spot orgasm-"

Manny caught up with Dustin once class was over. "Hey, she said, bumping into him playfully. "What's up?"

He shrugged, looking down at the floor. His face was a bright tomato red. Manny didn't understand this. Was it because of the family life class? That was hard to believe. It hadn't bothered her. But of course she was worldly and sophisticated and beautiful and smart and gorgeous and not a bad singer and-

She shook her head. If he was acting this embarrassed now, she couldn't wait to see how he'd react once they were assigned sex positions to demonstrate for the class. But that wasn't of any concern now. What mattered now was bedding the virgin.

It would be easy. She had a plan.

No man could resist her.

"Hey, Dusty?"

"Yeah?"

"I know it must be weird and scary being the new kid at school."

He nodded, his eyes upon the floor.

"Well," Manny continued, "I was thinking that maybe you could drop by my house later on tonight. We could hang out. Watch a movie."

Dustin smiled – the first real smile she'd seen from him yet. "Sure!" he exclaimed. "That sounds like fun! What movie?"

"Ever seen Clown Academy Part 9,842?"

"No."

"It's funny. I appreciate a movie that you don't have to use any brain cells to comprehend. They die off enough as it is, know what I mean?" Manny dropped her book-bag to the floor and withdrew a scrap piece of paper from one of its compartments. She wrote down her address and handed it to her new friend.

"See you there," she said.

She had to hurry! It was almost 8:00. He would be arriving any minute!

Manny sprinted across her parent's living room, madly rearranging furniture. It was a small miracle they were away for the night. For some reason, her parents frowned upon the idea of their daughter having wild unprotected sex with random men in the living room. They just didn't understand. Ma and Pa Santos were so 1950's.

Once everything had been placed just so, Manny collapsed upon the leather sofa and let out a deep breath. Everything looked nice. The room was perfect. Seduction is an art, you see. A lost art. To get the blood flowing and the juices pumping, you had to have everything perfect. The arrangement of the furniture, the lighting, the music - Everything had to be placed together just right. It was kind of like Zen or Fung Shui or something.

But Manny wasn't overly concerned. She was the undistributed master of the art.

A knock at the door.

This was it! Manny quickly checked her reflection in a nearby mirror. She looked to die for, dressed in her tight little Degrassi Spirit Squad uniform and with her hair up in a messy ponytail.

Laughing manically to herself, she went to answer the door. But before she did that, she switched off the lights. Instantly, the room was bathed in darkness. The only illumination came from the small candles scattered around and the soft white moonlight that entered in from an open window.

Taking a deep breath, as to push her breasts forward, Manny flung open the door. Dustin was there. He looked positively divine.

"Hi, Manny," he greeted.

"Hello. Please enter."

Dustin smiled and stepped into the living room. He glanced around, his forehead knotting in confusion over something. "Did your power go out?"

Manny moved next to him. She could smell the deodorant he used. Axe body spray. The Phoenix kind. She knew it well.

"You do have power, right?" He asked. "I was looking forward to the movie."

"Relax," Manny said. "Everything's fine."

"Oh. But the candles-"

"It's just more magical this way."

Dustin smiled.

Manny pushed him down upon the sofa. There was a quiet hiss as air left the cushions. He fell backward. His head struck the arm of the sofa. "Ow! Geez!"

"Oops," Manny cooed. "I fell."

She took a seat next to Dustin of the sofa. The candlelight bathed his masculine face in shades of deep reds and oranges while the moon's rays struck the back of his head, giving him a halo. This was what a man was supposed to look like. A Grecian god.

Manny pretended to pick a piece of lint off his shirt. "I must say, you are undoubtedly the most attractive male I have ever laid eyes on."

He moved his head suddenly, casting that gorgeous face of his back into the shadows. "Thanks. I guess."

Manny tittered. "You guess? You are. I should know. I have a keen eye. I've studied the male anatomy for years and you're the best specimen yet. You should be a model."

"Thanks. But I'm really a dork. I'm such a goofball, it isn't funny."

And a virgin. How convenient of him to leave that out. A virgin – but not for much longer. Manny decided to start up a little conversation before the show began. "You looked kind of nervous today in class when we were talking about sex. Why is that?"

A soft, barely-there laugh escaped Dustin's lips. "Yeah, I guess I was kinda nervous. Whew. I was sweating like a pig through the whole thing!"

"Mmm," Manny said.

"And I have to admit, half the time I didn't have a clue what that Dr. Sally person was talking about. I guess it's because I'm a virgin-"

Manny almost chocked on her own salvia. What was that? Had he actually admitted it? This was most irregular. She had never met a male virgin before, but she'd read that those that were were very ashamed of the fact. After all, the whole point of high school for the human male was to find a hot chick and get laid. It was as simple as that. So it was unbelievable that this guy sitting next to her would actually tell her, by his own will, that he was a virgin – the most shameful thing a teenage guy could be.

Suddenly, Manny became afraid. This put things into a whole new light. Why had he admitted it? After a while, it became clear. He had told her so that she would know that he was ready to loose it. Of course. That was it. What an honor it would be for him to loose his virginity to the great Manny Santos – the human slinky. An honor for him and an experience for her.

"Well, don't worry, sweetie," Manny said as he patted her date gently on the stomach. It was hard. Not flabby in the least. He probably had a 12-pack under that shirt of his. "At Degrassi, even the biggest nerd can get some. Have you met Toby Isaacs yet? Well, he's a ha-UGE dork. Big glasses and all. And he was finally able to get laid last year. And if he can do it, you'll have no problem at all. Trust me, girls would cut off their right arms just to see you playing a heated game of shirts verses skins."

Dustin shifted his weight. He didn't reply.

Oh, well. It was now or never.

"Would you excuse me, please? I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." Manny stood up from the couch and headed down the hall toward her bedroom. Once inside, she quickly stripped off her cheerleader outfit. She stood in the middle of her room, clad only in a pair of black lace panties. She then ransacked her closet until she found what she was looking for: A wispy, semi-transparent negligee. She slipped it over her head and looked in the mirror.

She was a sex goddess. Her black hair framed her face in loose curls. Her skin was deeply tanned. Her eyes bespoke of dewy mornings. She was ready.

"Time to screw."

She padded down the hallway in bare feet and was surprised to find that she was nervous. That was odd. She'd never been nervous going into sex before. It was the virgin. She had never been with one before. And the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. It was going to be hard for poor Dustin after she'd taken it. You never forget the first time. And Manny Santos was top-of-the-line. It was going to be impossible for any girl after to even come close. Nobody would top her. Dustin would remember this night for the rest of his life.

She entered the living room and saw him. He was still sitting on the sofa. He hadn't seen her yet.

Seventeen years of repressed un-touched sexual energy. The house would probably explode in the middle of it.

Manny positioned herself. She framed her body against the hall's entry, making sure that the hem of her negligee rode up just enough so he could catch a glimpse of her panties.

"Mama's home," she whispered.

Dustin raised his head, unaware. But when he caught sight of her, his eyes became saucers. His body went rigid. He was speechless. Not surprising. The sight of Manny Santos' perfect body was enough to put an ordinary man in a coma.

Like a ghost, Manny glided across the room and sat on his lap. Dustin's eyes flew this way and that, trying to look at anything other than the boobs that were pressed against his face.

"It's hot in here," she said. It wasn't, though. Actually, it was pretty warm in the house. The air outside was humid and sticky and it entered into the stuffy room via the open window. "Let's see what we can do to make it more relaxing."

With one swift movement, Manny grabbed a nearby remote control and pressed a button.

The fireplace across from the sofa suddenly ignited with a WHOOSH of flames.

She pressed another button and Tom Jones' sultry deep voice could be heard coming from a CD player hidden somewhere in the room.

Manny straddled Dustin and ran her hands through his hair. So soft. So perfect. She could feel his heartbeat. It was a wonder he wasn't already dead of a heart attack from the way it was hammering.

"I-I-I-It sure i-i-i-i-is hot in here," he managed to mumble.

A bead of sweat fell into Manny's cleavage. "Why don't you take off your clothes?"

Dustin's mouth opened, but only a soft squeak came forth. His face was a mask of horror. "What a-a-a-a-a-about the m-m-m-m-movie?" He chocked at last.

Manny sighed sultrily. "It is rather warm. I think…" She reached her hands up to her chest and started to untie a ribbon that was there. Within seconds, the ribbon was loose and she lifted her negligee up over her head in one graceful movement. Once again dressed only in panties, she threw the expensive dressing gown into the fireplace, where it was immediately devoured by flames.

"That's better."

Dustin sat on the sofa, oblivious to everything. His mind had long since shut down. He was nothing more than a vegetable now.

Manny leaned forward and pressed her bare chest against his clothed one. A virgin. A virgin. "I've been waiting for this my whole life," she breathed.

And then her lips pressed against his. The moment the flesh connected, her mind exploded with images of purple lilacs swaying in the breeze and beaches and moonlight and unicorns prancing in the forest.

Yes! Yes! Come, sweet love! Oh come!

Hands suddenly went tight around her naked waist and she was pushed onto the floor. She landed upon the hard ground with such force that her hip popped. A few strands of hair became caught in the fireplace and she screamed as she tried to put out the fire that was now consuming her head.

Within seconds, the fire was out and Manny looked around. The sofa had been overturned and the door leading outside into the night was wide open. Chucks of plaster had fallen off the wall behind it where the doorknob had crashed against it as it was being slammed open. The room was empty. Not a thing stirred.

The virgin was gone.