Study Sessions
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Chapter 6: Seek, and You Shall Find
Drama Story: Chapter 6: Seek, and You Shall Find - Julie is popular, pretty, head cheerleader, and blonde. And, she sounds like a ditz. But she needs to pass math and English so she stops nerd Charley and asks him to come tutor her at her home. Then her sister Lynn barges in on them; she doesn't wear clothes. Charley's sister offers him advice on girls and what they like. He messes up on his first date and must ask his aunt for advice. He's tutoring AND being tutored. Caution: one side character is mentally ill.
Caution: This Drama Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa mt Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction School Tear Jerker Incest Brother Sister Niece Aunt Nephew FemaleDom Group Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Nudism Violence Illustrated
Gloria said, “Leila, I have to be honest with you.”
Suddenly, I was frightened. Just how honest?
“Maybe not tonight, but I’m hoping that very soon you can stay overnight with us.”
“I don’t know. I think Charley has to meet my parents first and convince them he’s not despoiling their innocent daughter the way I actually want him to.”
“Mm. Despoiling.” I added Homer Simpson’s gurgling noise and drooling.
“Do they think you’re innocent?” Gloria asked.
“Not really. I was in my bedroom with the door closed with my ex-girlfriend, and my little brother Andrew tattled on me. My mom put me on birth control afterwards. Her reasoning confused me a little, but I’ve now realized she was right.”
Gloria agreed. “So many of us women have lesbian experiences in our history, even if we end up straight. Leila, when was this?”
“This was a year ago, so the pill is protecting me now. I’m careful about taking them because my periods were painful.”
“Leila, I’m an ignorant male. I don’t understand the connection.”
Gloria explained everything for me and asked a question.
“Charley, tell me the truth. Did you ask Leila about birth control before you penetrated her?”
“I did!”
“He did!” Leila added.
“I’m glad to hear it. Your mother didn’t tell you anything about sex, I’m sure.”
“No, but Debra explained everything to me with a reminder. She said, ‘I’m too young to be an aunt.’ At the time, I considered being sexual as unlikely as my growing wings and flying.”
“Charley, your sister doesn’t think that.” Leila was grinning at me. “She told you those things because she believed it was inevitable that some girl would fall for you. But they are out of luck; your aunt and I got to you first!”
Uh-oh. I thought, “Gloria, don’t tell Leila about us!”
Gloria agreed, “That’s right. Leila and I are keeping you. You’re off the market. What’s wrong, honey? You look nervous. Did you want somebody else?”
I was sure my eyes were pleading with Gloria as I said, “Nobody else. I’m surrounded by beautiful, perfect women who are fond of me. Why would I want different?” I continued to worry that Gloria would reveal our intimate relationship, which would jeopardize my new connection with Leila.
“Charley, I need to go home now. I’ll get my clothes. I walked here, but it’s dark now; Gloria, can we take your car?”
“Sure, but don’t rush. I think you have more to discuss.”
Gloria’s house had a long driveway leading to a detached garage in the backyard. We walked out the back door, and (this time) I opened the passenger door for her, earning another smile.
“Is there something on your mind, Leila?”
“I’m just going to say it. I know you’re sleeping with Gloria.”
Gobsmacked, I asked, “Why do you say that?”
“It’s obvious to me. Your bed was all made—you hadn’t slept in it—while Gloria’s bed was all rumpled. I watched your eyes bounce back and forth between us, I listened to the tone of your voice, and I realized your concern that we would like each other. Gloria watched you with the face of a lover, not a parent or an aunt. It was an impression; I wasn’t certain until just now when I confronted you with my supposition. Your reaction confirmed everything. So, you’re not just asleep in her bed. There’s more.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t play poker.” My face was an open book, clearly.
“I’m not angry or disappointed, Charley. But I need to know the truth.”
“We’ve taken showers together; I shampoo her hair. And, occasionally, she gives me blowjobs.”
“Anything else?” Leila asked.
“Not so far. I mean, would it be incest?”
“I don’t know. I don’t care. You and your aunt, meh. You’re not doing anything with your sister, right?”
“Nothing. Before you ask, nothing with Julie, either, despite my mother’s wild claims.”
“And it’s only been blowjobs? You haven’t eaten her? Why not?”
“Leila, I don’t know how.”
“Well, that’s bullshit! I’ll be back; stay here.” She slammed the car door and strode back inside the house.
My brain was going in circles. Or, come to think of it, spirals. I was so excited about Leila, and now I was crashing and burning like a shot-up World War I biplane spinning down to the dirt.
Leila was back. “Take me home, Charley. When you get back here, Gloria is going to teach you carpet munching, so the next time that we are together you can satisfy me properly. Gloria says you’re her pet, and she’s your mistress. I expect the same respect out of you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Ooh, she’s right. It does tingle. Alright, Charley, let’s get going.”
At her house on Cherry Lane, Leila took a moment before leaving the car.
“Do you have tutoring tomorrow?”
“No, mistress.”
“Yup, tingles. You’re going to have dinner here, then. We will come with me after school, and you will help me cook. Relax, I’ll supervise you.”
Everything that night went very well. Her father, Jim Rucker, took me aside and asked me the age-old question, “What are your intentions toward my daughter?”
“Everything she asks me to do, sir.”
“Good answer! You’re tutoring that girl down the street?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Laurence Pauzer told me about your results with Julie and that you’re an honorable young man. My wife and I agree, you and our Leila can be a couple. Uh, let me go farther. She can go stay with you and your aunt; we’re good with it.”
“I’m, uh, surprised.”
“Let’s just say, Donna and I are determined to let our daughter be very independent and make her own choices. It won’t be long before she’s a legal adult. It might not seem that way to you, but to us it seems like just last week she was watching cartoons in her pajamas and her brother was in diapers. Now go tell our daughter the good news.”
Not what I expected to hear, but holy shit!
Leila sent me home that night with a kiss that I felt from my lips all the way down to my heels, with a pause halfway along the way. Home? Yeah, by this point Gloria’s house was my home, while my poor father struggled with Mom’s illness.
“How did it go at the Ruckers’ house?” Gloria asked.
“It was great. Her parents approved us having Leila stay over.”
“If you want Leila to come, uh, to visit, you need to learn to eat pussy like you have one of your own. I’ve got some fresh bread; I want you to make some tomato soup. After we eat, then you can eat me.”
The dirty dishes went in the sink, and Gloria took me to bed.
“Let me caution you. At the end of the day, down there will be sweat and traces of pee. The important thing is to be calm. Don’t flinch or screw up your face; just remember that your cock can have those same issues, and yet women will be willing to suck on it. You’re just returning the favor. Got it?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Alright, Charley. You know what a clit is? Gently put your finger on it. Good, you’re ahead of half the men in America. I wish I was kidding. Now, this is the visible tip of a large internal structure, with two branches down each side. I like when you play with my lips, the wide outer ones and the narrow inner ones; that’s when I feel the pressure on that deeper clit tissue. There’s one other part of the clit you should know about. It’s been called the G spot, and it’s an area of the vagina’s front wall that’s directly underneath the clit that you can see.”
Gloria started me off by pushing, pulling, and tugging on her lips. I noticed how her vagina was getting moist and slippery around the entrance and how her clit was becoming a little stiff and more sensitive. She had me stroking and pushing her little nub left and right, then doing the same thing with my tongue instead of my fingers.
“Turn your hand so your palm is up, and put your index and middle fingers together and push them into my vagina. Then, curl your fingers so the two fingertips are rubbing along the front wall. That’s the back of the clit, remember? Do that, and then close your lips and start sucking on my pearl.”
Fairly quickly, Gloria writhed around, and I pulled my hand away and stopped sucking.
“Why’d you stop?” she asked.
“You came.”
“Yeah, so?” Gloria was still panting but impatient.
“Don’t you need to, uh, recharge?” I asked.
“Don’t be dumb. Girls don’t need time; we can come several times.”
After a couple more climaxes, she allowed me to jerk off and splooge in her mouth. We fell asleep happy. Gloria sent me to school with a “cunnilingus report card” for Leila, showing a big “A minus” and a few comments.
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