Study Sessions
Copyright© 2025 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 2: Systems
Julie and I set up a regular Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday calendar for tutoring, with the other four weekdays designated for her “reward sessions” with guys. I tried to keep my nose out of that part of her life. Julie did reveal to me that she maintained a rotation of males in her rewards club.
With tutoring, it was like I’d invented perpetual motion or cold fusion. Success in tutoring created more rewards, and the rewards motivated more successful tutoring sessions. Julie greeted me warmly on tutoring days, and she seemed to be genuinely applying herself.
For my part, I maintained a friendly but correct relationship with my tutoring client. Keeping our interactions “cool” meant that I remained insecure and nervous, like I would be on a date. Honestly, I didn’t believe I’d be out with a girl before I turned 21.
Back at home, I had another chat with my sister.
“You know, we used to fight all the time. You know, like siblings are supposed to. What happened to us, Deb?”
My sister explained. She had a best friend, Tracy, who she was very close with. But one year ago Tracy’s family moved away. I became Deb’s new Tracy—her confidante and sounding board. We had quiet talks, and she would talk about her love life, or lack thereof.
One day, I hung a calendar on the wall and bought a bunch of childish animal stickers. When Debra had an evening with a new guy, his name would go on the top of the square for that date. Afterwards, a sticker was assigned to the square according to her “after-action report.” Losers and creeps received a TOAD sticker next their name. If Deb enjoyed herself, a BUNNY sticker was awarded. In extreme cases, Deb pasted RAT or STALLION stickers on the dates. I didn’t discuss the stickers with her in any detail, but I knew she kept one special sticker in reserve. A UNICORN.
One evening, I was tutoring Julie when she paused. As usual, we sat side by side at the large dining table with her schoolwork spread out before us.
“Julie, do you need a break?” I asked.
“No, I want to ask you a question, Leo. It’s kind of, well, personal.”
“Sure, go ahead.” I was curious.
Nervously, she asked, “Are you gay?”
I looked up sharply and stared.
“What? No! Why?” I’m afraid I sounded angry, and she flinched a little.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean anything bad. Honestly, I was wondering because you’re the only guy I’ve ever known who didn’t hit on me. Not once. I’m not your type?”
“Phew!” I blew out some air and leaned back.
“Julie, I need you to put two ideas in your head that are going to sound opposite. In my whole life, I can’t think of anyone more attractive than you. Oh, I’m going to say something that sounds terrible. I apologize. But dozens of times, I have jerked off while imagining you naked and horny in my bed.”
Julie blew out a loud breath. “Alright, Leo. Definitely not gay.”
“The second idea is that we have a kind of teacher-student relationship, and it feels icky when teachers take advantage of their students. I can feel tempted, but I couldn’t actually put my hands on your...”
I looked down at the table because I’d rather not finish the thought.
“Julie, this feels uncomfortable. Let’s get back to work and finish this section so you can go have fun tomorrow night.”
When I got home that night, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Julie, with an attached photo. The message read, “You are the best. Thank you. The image is for later.” It was a picture of her naked breasts—they were everything I’d imagined.
A couple of days later, Deb came storming in early after a date.
“Toad?” I asked.
“RAT,” she answered. She ran into her bedroom, and I heard noises suggesting she was angrily flinging off her clothes and shoes. Deb reappeared wearing a thin nightgown, and I suggested hot chocolate, which she gratefully accepted.
I put the steaming mug in front of her, and she muttered her thanks. Since stewing over her failed date was a bad idea, I told her about Julie asking if I was gay and ended up by showing Deb the image of Julie’s tits.
Deb said, “Wow, those are some gorgeous boobs.”
I said, “Eh, yours are nicer.”
“Leo, you are a terrible liar. And thank you. This means there are now TWO women who realize how wonderful and sexy you are. There needs to be a THIRD woman, Leo. And a fourth and a fifth; and so on. When you’re older, you will want a good woman who will love you and fuck you and give you the happy life you deserve. You DESERVE!”
Deb started sniffling and hugging me.
A couple of days later, there was another message on my phone, this one from Deb.
“Dear Leo, this is to tide you over until Julie and I can find your third.”
The photo showed both Julie and Debra standing side by side, smiling into the camera, and stark naked. I almost fainted. I replied to both of them with a simple text-only message.
“I feel very lucky. Thank you both.”
Julie was making a lot of progress on her math and English. Her teachers praised her but also suspected she was cheating.
“You have to make them eat shit and die, Julie.”
“I like the way you talk, Leo. But then what?”
“Simple. In math class, ask the teacher to give you a problem, then sit alone in the back of the room for a few minutes to solve it. That might seem risky, but you have the skills now to show the work, and that’s all you need to prove. In math, the solution is important, but the METHOD is what they are trying to teach you.”
“What about English, Leo?”
“Same thing, go sit in the back and write out a paragraph or two in five minutes. We can practice that right now. I’ll give you a topic. Uh, OK. Write about me. You have ten minutes.”
This is what she wrote:
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