Free Alien Sex 101 by Allie Ritch

certainly isn’t prudish. He’d model the whole act for us if we found someone agreeable who was comfortable with him.”
    Quinn ran with it. “We can show both sides of the equation. The class will get to see an Allurian and New Earthling pairing with the genders both ways, and that will buy us some time before we commit ourselves to doing the full show. I like it.” Grinning now, he leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.
    Xindra felt so happy and excited, she couldn’t help but deepen it. Shifting around in front of him, she slid down so that she was kneeling between his legs. Opening his pants enough to pull out his penis, she smiled in satisfaction as it started to grow. He groaned when she shouldered his knees father apart and bent closer.
    “I never seem to finish what I start down here,” she whispered, purposefully puffing warm air over his damp tip. “I really should learn to commit myself.”
    Whatever he meant to say in response, it was lost in keening pleasure as she took him all the way.
    * * * *
    Over the next couple of weeks, Quinn accumulated more knowledge about sex than he’d previously gathered in his entire lifetime. It was truly remarkable how much variation there was to what amounted to plugging a peg into a hole. Every evening when they got home, he and Xindra poured over biology and anatomy texts, sex manuals, and the statistics of racial diversity here in Trilanta. Admittedly, the manuals were what caught their attention most, and they felt it only prudent as professionals to test the techniques described. In the rare moments when they were vertical, however, they studied and took notes and prepared a lesson plan for their new Sex Ed course. Once they advertised the class, they had to sift through the flood of applications they received and choose the best candidates.
    Xindra voiced her thoughts as she sorted through the files. “I’d like to keep the permanent class size down to eight. Add the occasional pair of models, and that makes ten, so we could let in maybe two people at a time who want to pay on a class by class basis. Any larger and we won’t have the kind of relaxed, friendly atmosphere we’re looking for.”
    Quinn agreed. “We’ve got eighty-seven applicants. Twenty-two of those, I’m sorry to say, are suspicious due to past criminal activity, links to sex clubs or porn vids, or because they’re having financial problems, which makes me worry their payments will bounce. Others gave us bogus addresses and contact information, so we can eliminate them. It could be coincidence one guy works as a reporter, but I don’t want to risk being the topic of some kind of exposé. Although I don’t like to discriminate against young men—many of them could really use an education like this—I also don’t trust the ten frat boys applying together. That leaves us with forty-four potentials.”
    “I’d like to get a diversified group,” his wife said. “It’ll also make it easier if we choose people who are at least open to participation. There are enough applicants who want the full course that we can hit all of the most populous races here in Trilanta.”
    “Let’s start with our hard-core people. Who’s willing to go all the way as a model?”
    Xindra glanced at her notes. “I like this Brachoi named Krux. He’s in his late thirties, takes good care of his body, and indicates he’s willing to have full intercourse in front of the class. His only condition is that he and his partner pre-approve each other. On the surface at least, he appears to be one of the more well traveled and worldly applicants, not likely to giggle or grope.”
    Quinn skimmed through the man’s file and approved. “I like him. The forty-one-year-old Duosien woman, Katra’Ruma, looks good for similar reasons. I don’t get the feeling she’s a shrinking violet. If anything, she seems a bit jaded. She could help level out the energy and keep any younger students calm and receptive.”
    “And