The Study Session

This story is a complete work of fiction. Some of the characters are real people I know, others are fictional. This is intended to be a thriller type story. Enjoy.

I bolted upright in bed, eyes wide open, before finding that the terrifying sound was nothing more than my cheap alarm clock. I should have known what I would get for that price, but I doubt I could have been prepared for the fire drill that woke me up every morning. “I guess it is time to get up”, I mumbled to myself. Rising from bed, I stood in front of the closet mirror and looked at my body. I was wearing my nightwear, a pair of boxers. I looked over my tall, thin frame. I was lean, with a fair amount of muscle, but I definitely couldn’t be confused with a jock. No, I preferred outdoor activities like hiking, skiing and kayaking to basketball or football. Although I was more than happy to shoot some hoops with friends, I was a nature guy, through and through. But anyway. I have blue eyes, brownish blonde hair which was cut moderately short and a handsome face. I was happy with my tall, slender frame. Yeah, every once in a while I would look enviously at the jocks with their sculpted bodies. But, thinking I should be grateful for the looks that I had, I never let it bother me for long.

Grabbing my towel, washcloth, shampoo and body wash, I headed towards the shared bathroom on my floor. As the warm water cascaded down my body I thought about what might happen that day. There had been a sign on my door declaring that all philosophy students were required to attend the formal study session after class. I didn’t mind all that much. I appreciated any opportunity for discussion. Anything that would help when exams came around. I turned off the water and dried myself off. I opened the curtain and walked out, my boxers on and my towel over my shoulder, when I jumped at the sight of a pretty, bathrobe adorned girl at the mirror. “You ok?” she said in a cute London accent. “Ummm, Yeah, I wasn’t expecting to run into a, ummmm. Am I in the right…?” “We have coed bathrooms” she replied nonchalantly. “Oh. Good to know.” I said, suddenly thankful that I had decided to put on my underwear behind the curtain. I quickly ran off to my room.

I thew on a green polo shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and, for whatever reason, a pair of white boxer briefs underneath. I had no reason to wear attractive underwear. I had no girlfriend at the moment, I was still a virgin, although I wasn’t worried about it as I was only 18, and I had very little experience so far. I had had a few girlfriends and had done pretty well for myself, but I found myself having more girls that were friends than real girlfriends.

I grabbed my backpack and headed for my first class. By the time 3 pm rolled around I was about ready to call it a day, but I diligently took my spot at philosophy, my last class of the day. Students were busy finding seats and chatting among themselves. I chose a seat three rows down from the front. As I busied myself taking out my notebook and essentials a familiar accent spoke from my right. “Excuse me. Is this spot taken?”

I looked up from the syllabus and met eyes with a beautiful girl. After a second I recognized her as the girl I had seen in the bathroom that morning. My cheeks turned red suddenly and she gave me a quizzical look. “Is something the matter?” she asked. “Ummmm, uhhhhhh” I stumbled with a confused look on my face. She searched my face and then smiled. “Oh, it’s you!!! Your the guy from the loo. I didn’t recognize you. I didn’t get a good look at you this morning. I am virtually blind without my contacts in.” she exclaimed with a smile as she took her seat. “I’m Richard” I stated as I offered my hand. “I’m Abi”, she replied, giving my hand a firm shake. “And I think I have just decided that we are going to be mates” she exclaimed with an enthusiastic grin.

The professor began the lecture and I tried to pay attention, but I found myself getting distracted as I admired the beautiful girl beside me. Abi was busy taking notes which provided me with a glorious opportunity to explore her with my eyes. She had a pretty face, an elegant nose, blue eyes and straight, brown hair that hung to her shoulders. She was of average build, with a skinny neck and shoulders, a nice round ass and a flat belly. Her breasts were on the small side, but were significant enough to draw attention. I estimated her to be about a B cup. Today she was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, sneakers and a fairly modest, purple v neck shirt. I couldn’t see down her shirt from my angle, due to the relative modesty of the shirt, however I did gaze admiringly at her chest as it rose and fell with each breath.

Before I knew it, class was over. As everyone rushed to put everything away, a speaker system announced that the study session would begin promptly at 4.

I headed to the student union, where the study session was going to take place. I looked on a bulletin board, found my name and the room assigned. I went to the conference room to find a rectangular glass table in a ordinary looking room. The windows had blinds and the door had a lock. I sat myself down at the side of the table. Suddenly Abi arrived and sat herself beside me. “Hey Abi”, I said. “Hey mate”, she replied, giving me a side hug from a seated position. “This is Valerie”.

“Call me Val”, said a drop dead sexy dirty blonde, as she sat herself on my other side. She had green eyes, her hair was in a pony tail and her pretty face was displaying an enthusiastic smile. She was also of average build, although I sensed that she was slightly more athletic. I shook her hand, taking a few glances at her as I did so. She was also wearing jeans, but what drew my attention was the ample cleavage that was displayed in her white halter top. We chatted while two others joined us. They introduced themselves as Tom, an athletic guy with traditionally rugged good looks, and Sarah, a black girl with large boobs.

Then a voice appeared out of nowhere. We looked at each other as it welcomed us to our study session and went through rules and background. “You will be in groups of 5 today” ordered the speakers, “and as it is our first day of initiation their will be one particularly important rule for our nude study session.” Abi and I looked at each other. “Did I hear that right?” I asked. The speakers continued: “this study session is mandatory to pass the course. This semester the staff have decided that the study sessions shall be conducted nude. Several video cameras are hidden around the room as enforcement. The doors lock automatically from the outside.” The rules were listed. “The primary rule for today is intended to maintain order.” There was a small space of silence. “There shall be absolutely no activity other than that explicitly stated by us.” Valerie, Abi and I looked at each other. The speakers went quiet.

“The study session has begun.” Said the speakers. “First shall be Sarah.” I gulped as Sarah stood as requested. She listened and blushed as the unknown voice read off her physical proportions. “Sarah is an African American female of 20 years old.” explained the voice. “She is 5 foot 6 inches tall, of athletic proportions and weight, and she has 36 DD breasts.” Sarah turned red at the sound of her bra size being announced to people she had just met. “Now, strip”.

Sarah remained standing. She contemplated what she was about to do, and then she placed her hands at the bottom of her tank top. With trepidation, she pulled it up and over her head, providing a breathtaking view of her large, bra-encased breasts. Her breathing was quick and uneven. Richard couldn’t help but stare as her enormous breasts rose and fell, moved in and out with each breath. Her arms immediately covered her breasts, or attempted to. Silence. She bent over and pulled down her pants, revealing her matching panties. With some hesitation, she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, exhibiting amazingly firm breasts for their size. She finished off by removing her panties and quickly sat down. Red faced, she tried to cover herself up, but the glass table did nothing to help her embarrassment.

“Now it is Tom’s turn.” exclaimed the voice. Tom quicly removed his tshirt and jeans, revealing an unusually large package in his boxers. The girls momentarily forgot the strangeness of what was going on as they glanced at his body. “Tom is what is known colloquially as a show-er. His penis is currently 6 inches long flaccid.” Everyone’s eyes bulged out, including my own out of disbelief, and perhaps envy. “It grows to 10 inches when erect.” I felt the girls around me squirm. ‘Oh great’, I thought to myself. Tom continued to strip until he was naked, and sat down.

“Valerie is next.” Said the voice. “Valerie is 5 foot 7 inches tall and has 36D breasts.” Valerie blushed. “Now strip”, came the expected command. She peeled off her shirt, showing a very fine pair of breasts in her bra. Quickly her bra came off, followed by her pants and then underwear. She quickly sat down again.

“Richard”. I stood up as was the ritual, as the voice read off what I dreaded to hear. “Richard is 6 foot 2 inches tall.” My heart beat hard in my chest. “He is a grower”. I turned my head to the floor. “While he is not very sizable now, flaccid, he does grow to a significant size of 7 inches erect”. I felt a hand on my arm. “It’s alright”, said Abi with a warm smile, “your big when it counts”. I received comforting smiles from everyone. At the order I began to strip. I removed my polo shirt, and my undershirt. The girls smiled at the sight of my lean muscles. I took off my pants, and without hesitating took off my boxer briefs, standing naked. I stood nervously, aware that my handing appendage was not as remarkable in size as Tom’s. Abi, Valerie and Sarah gave me contented smiles and I sat down, hands in my lap.

“And last, Abi”. Abi followed the drill. We all learned that she was indeed a 34B cup size, and soon she was stripped down and seated beside me.

All was quiet. I looked at Abi, who was embarrassed and attempting to hide her nudity from me and everyone else. “Well, I suppose it is time to study, like they said”. I said. I took out my textbook to the correct chapter. Valerie took out her notebook and a pencil. The others did the same. I looked around, trying in vain to find the cameras. We did our best to study, before the speakers again broke their silence. “It has been decided that you will partake in a scavenger hunt. Leave the room at once, leave your belongings and clothes behind.”

We all looked at each other and stood up. The girls tried their best to cover themselves, but mostly failed and I did the same, out of modesty. We made our way to the door, and upon opening it we found a note that had not been there previously. We read it together

Make your way to the abbey church on campus.
The coast will be clear for exactly 15 minutes.
You have exactly 15 minutes from now to
get to the church. If you are not there by
that time, your embarrassment will be significantly
increased.

We looked at each other. “What are they talking about?” asked Abi, frantically. “The guest lecture. I completely forgot!” I exclaimed. “Everyone on campus will be there. It started at 4. And it is now 4:30.” “It ends at 5” retorted Valerie with a worried look on her face. “Well, I suppose we better run.”

And off we were. 5 nude students, only recently acquainted. I was immediately grateful that I had done track, as the church was on the other side of campus. I focused on the run the best I could, considering the 3 pairs of breasts that bounced around me. Valerie’s large breasts were especially distracting as they wobbled and bounced erratically with each bound. Abi ran by my side, also focusing herself. Her smaller breasts jiggled freely, moving in a more vertical fashion. I noticed that her nipples were slightly hard. Must be the cold, I thought. I looked to my right and immediately regretted it, as I unintentionally witnessed Tom’s enormous phallas swinging to and fro with each enormous stride. This, as well as a number of quick glances from Abi, brought my attention to my own manhood, which likewise bounced as I moved.

At last we arrived at the church and rushed inside. We instantly took the opportunity to catch our breath. Caught up in emotion, Abi took me into a sudden, lasting embrace. “What is going on? What is all of this?” she cried. I held her as her shoulders began to shake. She sobbed onto my bare chest. I did my best to concentrate on comforting the distraught girl, my hands soothing her as they rubbed her shoulders. I could not ignore, however, the distinct feeling of her firm, warm, rounded breasts pressed against my chest, and their disordered movement against my skin as her tears fell. She raised her face, making eye contact and I saw a smile form on her face. “Such a man”, she teased, taking a glance at my crotch. “All of this weird shit going on, a girl pouring her soul out and the man still manages to get aroused!!!” she laughed. Abi reached down and grabbed my semi-hard on.

“Let’s gather around” yelled Tom. Abi and I joined the others at the head of the church. Tom held a note in his hand and read it aloud.

“Thomas Aquinis maintained that all our rational knowledge of this world is acquired through sensory experience, on which our minds reflect.
Your challenge here is to gain knowledge in order to progress to the next step. But can you control your mind? You have an hour”.

“Well that isn’t vague at all” exclaimed Abi sarcastically. “What are we supposed to do?” said Sarah. We looked around. “Look over here” cried Valerie. They stood before an odd looking machine. It looked like a strange, long platform was raised up. Balanced in the middle it formed a giant seesaw. On each side was a chair like structure that was at an angle, as well as a platform with an odd contraption that looked somewhat like a scale. Tom seated himself in one of the odd chairs. “Richard, sit in the other one” he gruffly ordered. I quickly sat down in the uncomfortable seat. “Sarah, come here, and Valerie go to Richard.” The girls did as they were told. Suddenly I realized the objective. A string connected the scale to the ring over the seat. It did something. “Come, kneel in front of me”, I exclaimed. Valerie climbed onto the platform and kneeled in front of me. The rocking of the huge platform made clear that Sarah had done the same, and the platform slowly shifted until it was horizontal and parallel with the ground. Valerie utilized her powers of observation, took a deep breath and sat up straight before lowering her large bosoms onto the scale in front of her. “Is that it?” she asked to no one in particular. They heard something like the balls of a pool table moving around. “Nope”, I replied. “I think these rings have something to do with it”. “I’ve got it”, I exclaimed. I focused on Valerie. On her large tits, pressed onto the scales, squished against them and flattened against the surface. But the seat was too uncomfortable. “Valerie, you are going to have to help by stimulating me. You can take your breasts off of the scale, but you can’t move from that spot. Understand.” Valerie looked understandably perplexed, but nodded. She carefully lifted her breasts off of the scale and noticed that the first ring lowered. Without moving from her spot, she took her breasts in her hands and caressed them. She cupped them and bounced them in her hands. She pulled on her nipples until they were hard and pointy. Although she was worried and it was difficult not to think about their predicament, Valerie did her best to keep eye contact with me. My dick began to grow. Valerie noticed and this encouraged her as she moved her left hand down her body, to her bush. While her right hand worked her breast, her left hand began to massage her clit, her fingers caressing her lower lips. Soon I was rock hard, and I managed to maneuver my rigid member through the first ring and then the second. “Now”, I yelled. And Valerie heaved her large breasts onto the scale, the string went taught, and the first of the two rings was pulled upward, my dick with it. The pulley put pressure on my organ, but the weight opened a latch below and a ball rolled out onto the floor. When Tom and Sarah were finished and were ready, we retrieved the two pool balls from the floor.

There were two words written on the on the balls: “John” and “practical”

We were then released. Another note referred us to a row where we found a pair of sweatpants and a white tshirt for each of us. We quickly dressed, not bothering to look for privacy and began our walk back to the residence halls. We walked in silence, spellbound and exhausted by the evenings events. What was going on? Who were these people? And what were they doing with us? Was this some sort of twisted experiment where we were the guinea pigs. Abi walked beside me and quickly latched on to me, her arm around my waist as we walked. I reciprocated, putting my arm around hers. We walked in silence, but I knew we were all thinking the same thoughts. What on earth was going on?

I felt the swinging of my manhood between my legs, but had gotten used to this type of awkwardness. I no longer felt compelled to hide myself. Where once I would have had nightmares about appearing in class with this type of revealing attire, the outline of my package obvious to the world, swinging as I walked, I now felt completely natural in this state. My eyes wandered, finding themselves on my companion, whom I suddenly felt strong feelings for. I looked at her face, her tired eyes and her uncomprehending, tired expression. My gaze moved down to her neck and throat. There is something very sexy about a woman’s throat. Don’t get me wrong. I am not some Dracula wannabe, or some sadistic, weirdo. But there is something very attractive about the feminine curves of a woman’s throat, and the softness of her skin. My gaze ranged further. I noticed the obvious hardness of her nipples through the thin, white fabric of the material. It was quite cold out. The hand I had around her waist rose up to her shoulder and rubbed her side up and down vigorously. She turned her head and smiled up at me, nuzzling my shoulder in appreciation.

We arrived at the halls and separated into our individual dorms. Abi insisted that she was far too freaked out to sleep alone and that I must stay with her for the night, and perhaps for following nights, until she felt more secure. I knew better than to resist, and, while I would never admit it, I also felt better in her company than I did alone. She led the way to her room. It was a typical girl’s room, with pink and purple everywhere, and posters of attractive movie stars and such. I situated myself on her bed, far too tired to make use of the toiletries she offered me. She stubbornly left for the bathroom to brush her teeth. Suddenly, I heard a thud and rushed into the bathroom. I found Abi unconscious. I dropped to my knees and examined her forehead with my hands. There was a very slight bump, nothing that a little rest would not heal. It was then that I noticed that she was covered in toothpaste and her toothbrush was on the floor by her side. Toothpaste was on her nose, chin and had run down onto the front of her shirt. I surmised that the exhausted girl simply fell asleep while attempting to brush her teeth and fell to the floor. I gently picked up her limp body and carried her into her room.

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