Study Sessions
Copyright© 2025 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 8: Dress for Success
Drama Story: Chapter 8: Dress for Success - 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
[Author’s Note: Chapter 8 was revised and expanded significantly on Sept. 13, 2025. Chapter 9 is coming soon!]
I arrived at the Pauzer house right on time, dressed better than average in a new shirt (with buttons!) and slacks. I didn’t have dressy leather shoes, but at least my running shoes were black on black, so they wouldn’t be out of place.
Her door swung open, and I gasped.
“Julie, you look wonderful!”
She was wearing a long dress, the hem down to her ankles and the top fastened around her neck like a halter. Her boobs were free and moving under the soft, smooth material. I guess she had shoes on, but I didn’t bother to look.
“Thank you, Charley. You look good! So where are we going?”
“I picked the Pearl River Garden; it’s Cantonese, uh, Chinese. Is that OK?”
“Sounds delicious. That’s Gloria’s car?”
“Yeah. Do you want to wear a sweater?”
“Judging by your eyes, covering my top would disappoint you. Or, would you prefer to walk behind me?”
Julie spun around and waggled her hips.
“Julie, you’re making me want to skip dinner and take you upstairs and ravish you. At least, that is until your father shows up with the handcuffs.”
“You’re right. Let’s get going, Charley.”
I walked around and opened the passenger door for her. Even the way she sat in the seat impressed me. While driving, Julie asked questions about the restaurant. Foolishly, I started to lecture about Mandarin vs. Cantonese and the Pearl River, but thankfully she stopped me.
“Professor, I was asking about the food!” At least she was smiling. I climbed off my high horse and told Julie what I knew.
“Those were some dishes I like. I’m sure the menu will show both Chinese and English for each item.”
While we enjoyed the fantastic food, I remembered to keep my mouth shut while chewing. We “talked shop” as Julie described her final exams and how she did with them.
“It sounds like you won’t need me again,” I said.
“Don’t say that! You think I want to spend more time with Lynn? My sister is nothing but trouble. And you piss her off, which is an extra bonus.”
“She confuses me. Lynn shows me nothing except disrespect while flaunting her body right in front of me. If I say anything nice or even just polite, she rages.”
“Why am I here with you, Charley?”
“You’re hungry?”
Julie looked up at the ceiling, as if asking for divine help.
“I’m here because you’re very attractive, polite, and obviously appreciative of me. You’d be a terrific boyfriend for me if you weren’t already with Leila. The truth about Lynn is that she’s attracted to you too, and your obvious disinterest infuriates her.”
“I don’t think I said anything mean to Lynn.”
“I’m sure of that. Charley, she just can’t believe guys like you exist. Guys who aren’t gay and aren’t interested in her body. Guys who she can’t control.”
“I guess that’s true, but also false, Julie. Would you believe I say, ‘Yes, mistress,’ to my aunt and Leila?”
“You’re kidding!”
“No, Julie, it’s true. They enjoy it. They are so good to me that I cheerfully let them instruct me.”
“I have GOT to see this for myself, Charley. Let’s open our fortune cookies and go.”
Mine said, “You will find a new opportunity for pleasure.” Hers said, “Pittsburgh beats Cleveland.” I’m kidding! She wouldn’t show me hers—but her face did flush pink.
After paying for the meal, I had $30 left; I tipped the valet $10, and he opened the door for Julie.
“Should I take you back home, then?”
Julie shot me an unmistakable look. “No, Charley. Pay attention! You’re taking me to Gloria’s. We just talked about that.”
I could feel my heart thumping. And when we walked in, Deb and Gloria were waiting for me, topless as usual. And then I heard the sound of running water, and Leila walked out from the bathroom.
She was topless, too!
Julie grinned like she’d just met Taylor Swift. She started to speak, but Gloria took over.
“That dress is AMAZING, Julie! Where did you get it?”
I just hung back and waited while the four women chatted about clothes—it seemed ironic to me since three of them were topless.
“Gloria,” asked Julie, “ask Charley to do something.”
“Get the pitcher out of the fridge and refill our glasses.”
Instantly, I answered, “Yes, mistress.”
“OMG, that is SO HOT!” Julie hugged herself with excitement.
“Would you like a glass, Julie?” I asked.
“Thank you.”
“Hey, Julie, come sit with us,” Debra said.
“Um, I can’t sit down while wearing this dress.”
“So, take it off, and sit on one of those hand towels.” Deb pointed to a rail on the cabinets. I wondered, is Julie’s pussy wet?
“I guess so. I would rather not stain the fabric by sitting. But I’m feeling a little shy.”
“Shy? Why shy?” asked Gloria.
“My breasts are smaller than yours, and Deb’s, and Leila’s—of course. For the first time in years, I feel like I’m the flat-chested one.”
“Julie ... I can hardly wait...”
Deb exploded with a loud “HA!”
“Wait to see you. I’ve been eager all semester. You know that. You’re beautiful like your sister, but unlike Lynn, you have a personality.”
Exasperated, Gloria stood up and moved behind Julie. “Words, words, words. Charley, should I help her out of this dress?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Ooh. Delicious! I like that.” Julie lifted her arms, and my aunt carefully lifted up from the hem, exposing her legs, her ass, and her perfect breasts.
“Charley, she’s really hot,” Deb observed. “Are we sure this is OK, Leila?”
“Don’t know yet. I hope so. Charley, be strong and turn your head. Look at me. The three of us are going to watch a movie on TV with the sound turned up so we don’t hear the sounds of Julie whipping you and you whimpering. You two go into your bedroom and talk about political science or something, and don’t come out for at least an hour. You got me?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Fuck! I can smell myself.” Julie wasn’t talking about her underarms. “Let’s go, Charley!”
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