Study Sessions
Copyright© 2025 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 1: English and Math
For the first time in my life, I was standing in an unrelated girl’s bedroom. Not just any girl, either. In front of me was Julie Pauzer, the hottest girl in my high school, tall, blonde, beautiful, the captain of the cheer team, and a member of the homecoming court!
My fantasies were all coming true, except both of us were fully dressed, which might be for the best. A little lightheaded from nervous shock, I worried that I might embarrass myself by having a wet explosion in my pants.
I thought I would remain calm but she told me to follow her up to her bedroom. Worse, as I stood at the door watching, she sprawled out on her belly with her legs apart, prowling through her pack to find her schoolbooks.
I’m sure she realized the effect wiggling her perfect butt would have on me, unless I was politely looking away or I was gay. The truth? I’m not THAT polite, and my cramped-up groin confirmed my deep commitment to heterosexuality. I wished I was brave enough to reach into my pants and reorient my hard-on to a more comfortable position.
This crazy day started a few hours ago when Julie surprised me in the cafeteria’s lunch line.
“I need some help with English and math. Would you mind tutoring me, Leo?”
Julie Pauzer was asking ME to tutor her. I didn’t think she knew that I was alive.
“Why me?” My voice cracked, and I squirmed. I didn’t want to appear reluctant, but I couldn’t hide being nervous.
“Your mom and my mom work together at the bank. She said you were like a super brain or something, plus you live just around the corner from me, silly. I’ll understand if you can’t do it,” she smiled sweetly. I knew the all-American girl next door really DID live very near to me.
“Sure, sure, I’m free; I could do it,” I stammered nervously.
“Ha-ha, you’re funny, Leo. What time do you want to come over to my house?”
“Your house?” I asked. I had no idea what I was doing. The only pretty girl I had ever spoken to was my older sister, and she didn’t count.
“Yes, or do you want to meet me out in the woods?” she giggled confidently. “How about you come by around six o’clock? It’s the pink house at 69 Cherry Lane.”
SIXTY-NINE CHERRY LANE? Oh my god, my hormones and perverted imagination were running wild. Did her parents move to that address because they knew they had a hot daughter? No, that was improbable. Then, another crazy thought. I’m meeting a real-life Barbie at her pink house! Focus, Leo!
I realized Julie was waiting for me. “Leo, pay attention. I asked, Can you come over at six o’clock?”
“I’m sorry; yes, I’ll be there.”
Julie flounced away, and I couldn’t help but follow her with my eyes. She was wearing tight cotton pants in a pale pastel pink—poetry in motion. I tossed my (inedible) lunch in the garbage, found a quiet bathroom stall, and quickly jerked off into the toilet bowl. Julie Pauzer inspired an explosive reaction.
However, that evening in her bedroom, I stopped thinking about what had happened earlier at school. I could be looking at Julie’s bedroom, but instead watching her perfect butt compelled my full attention. Julie found her textbooks and assignments, flipped over, and sat up on the edge of her bed.
In a shaky voice, I suggested, “Julie, let’s use your dining table to work.”
“You don’t like my bedroom?” she asked.
“No, that’s not it. Your room is great, but we need to work, uh, side-by-side with your books out on your table—if you don’t mind.”
“Oh. You’re right. Before we start, then, Leo, look at me. Don’t flinch, I don’t bite. I’m just an ordinary girl. I put on my bra one titty at a time.”
That image didn’t help my composure. I blurted out, “You are NOT ordinary, Julie.”
She showed her surprise, but smiled.
“Gee, thanks! C’mon, let’s go downstairs.”
At the table, I had some suggestions for Julie. First, I asked, “You’re not going out tonight?”
“No, I’m worried about my grades.”
“I promise, I’ll do my best to help you,” I promised. “But can I make a suggestion?”
“Sure,” Julie replied.
“It helps to give yourself a reward when you complete work on something. I was thinking you could make a deal with your boyfriend. If you finish a full 90 minutes of tutoring with me, your reward is to spend 90 minutes or more with him, or, spend 45 minutes each with two guys!”
I watched Julie’s eyes light up.
I continued, “You know what that is? That’s ALGEBRA.” I smiled at her. “See, Julie, math can be fun!”
She giggled, and I felt we were off to a good start. We worked through her assigned problems together. I coached her on procedures and rules, but I tutored her—I didn’t work the problems myself. Julie would learn by doing, I hoped.
And yet while we worked, throbbing lust almost crowded out the algebra from my mind. Just inches away from me sat exquisite female perfection. Julie was close enough to touch—even to kiss! My poor hard-on felt like it would be permanently bent. I needed to relieve the pressure in my pants.
“Excuse me, Julie, can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure, it’s down the hall on the right.” Her eyes lingered on my crotch, and she stifled a giggle. No doubt, a girl like Julie knew she caused many hard-ons; tonight, it was my turn.
In the bathroom, convincing my plumbing to calm down enough for urination took a lot of mental effort. I hoped she didn’t think I was jerking off. I heard several nearby noises, indicating someone had clattered into one of the bedrooms. I washed my hands and returned to the table. Julie smiled.
“Feel better?”
“Yeah, thanks.” Fuck! Julie just confirmed she knew she had aroused me; my embarrassment was complete. Then it got weirder.
“Leo, I need to explain something. You might have just heard my sister Lynn come in. If she comes out here, very likely she’ll be naked.”
“I don’t understand.” Naked?
“I don’t understand her either, Leo. Between you and me, I think she’s nuts. Maybe she got dropped on her head...”
Lynn appeared, naked and interrupting. “Julie, shut up. Who’s the cute guy?”
Seeing Lynn Pauzer, my brain stalled again, just as it had at lunch. She was every bit the beauty her sister Julie was. The only differences: Lynn was a little shorter and heavier, and her blonde hair included some brown streaks. More importantly, she was naked and said I was cute!
“Hi, Lynn. I’m Leo, I live around the corner, and I’m in Julie’s grade at school. I’m here to tutor Julie in math and English.”
“I see; well, Sisyphus, I wish you luck.” Lynn walked into the kitchen.
Julie asked me, “Who the fuck is Sissy-foose?”
“It’s an ancient myth about futility. I won’t bore you with the details.”
“Oh, hell. Listen to me, Leo. Yes, I have trouble at school; that’s why you’re here with me tutoring. That doesn’t mean that I’m stupid. I enjoy myths, like Hercules. A guy called me Aphrodite and explained who she was.”
“Oh! Sorry, Julie, about you he was right.” That earned me a big smile. I spelled out the name from the myth. “Sisyphus angered Zeus, king of the gods, and Zeus condemned him to endlessly roll a massive boulder up a hill, only for it to tumble back down each time it neared the top. Sisyphus symbolizes eternal futility.”
Julie was really angry. “Excuse me while I go piss on Lynn’s bed.”
Lynn was back from the kitchen, and the girls started arguing, but I interrupted them.
“Julie, remember what I said? We’ve been working for 90 minutes, and I’m going to leave before blood spills. Lynn, it was nice to meet you. I hope that day after tomorrow at six o’clock you’ll be here again, and you won’t have any wounds or clothes. You and your sister are very beautiful, and I hate to think of either of you in bandages.”
They both smiled at me before resuming their argument, so I left quickly. Like all guys, I had a collection of stimulating mental images, often called a “spank bank.” The image of a potential catfight between Julie (dressed) and Lynn (naked) went right to the top shelf in the bank vault.
On the afternoon before my next tutoring session with Julie, my first step was to ask my older sister for help. I knocked on her bedroom door.
“Debra, can I ask you something?”
“It’s open.”
“So, you know Jul ... Whoa!”
My older sister stood stark naked in front of her closet, scowling at the clothes as if nothing hanging there fit or looked good. I tried saying something nice.
“You would look good even in a brown paper bag, Deb.”
“I wish,” she muttered.
But I wasn’t joking. As far as I was concerned, my sister was genuinely special. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen my sister’s body. In the summer months, she would go out on the backyard lounge chairs stark naked. Our house didn’t have air conditioning, and she felt more comfortable outside in the breeze. The house shaded the chairs, so Deb didn’t need sunblock—unfortunately. More than once, I volunteered to slather her body “just in case.”
She just laughed at me.
“Leo, you can put your hands all over my body only if you’re naked too.”
I always chickened out, just as she knew I would. I wasn’t ready to display to her my inevitable hard-on.
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