Study Buddies

Study Buddies Ch. 04:

What If I Refuse?

Let your imagination run wild

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Non-consent

Reluctance

Seduction

SubmissionDomination

Submission

Domination

Voyeurism

Exhibitionist

Virgin

Age Difference

I was embarrassed to log on to the video chat again, but I forced myself to do it. My face was burning. "Hi," I said meekly, looking everywhere but at the screen.

"Hello, my muse. Did you read what I wrote?"

"Yes, sir." I blushed.

"Well, what did you think?"

"You are very good with words."

"Anything else?"

I paused, as I mustered my courage. "Do you really think I look like that?"

"Do you mean curvaceous, luscious, and provocative?"

I nodded. "That's what you wrote."

"I wrote what I saw. What emotions did it evoke in you, as a reader?"

"Shame, guilt, embarrassment, and..."

"And what?"

I couldn't tell him that it was also thrilling and caused butterflies in my belly. "Never mind. I shouldn't say any more. Anyway, what should we write next?"

"Take off your dress."

"I beg your pardon! I've already taken off my shirt. You already wrote about my breasts. Wasn't that enough?"

"You were pleased with what I wrote, weren't you?"

"Well, yes, but that's done. We don't need to do it again."

"It's true that I wrote about what is above your waist, but I have not written about what is below."

"I can't show you that! No one sees that!"

"That's not true. Your parents have seen you naked. Probably, your aunts and grandmothers have, too. So has your doctor. And your husband will when the time comes."

"But that's different."

"Not in any meaningful sense. The only difference is that you make up some arbitrary rule about when it is okay and when it is not. Clearly, art should belong in the acceptable category. Just look at all the classical art inside museums across the world. Paintings and sculptures of naked people abound. I'll bet that even now, there is a painting or sculpture of Jesus wearing a skimpy loincloth in your father's church, right?"

In fact, there were several. The biggest one was on the altar itself. I didn't want to admit that he was right, so I ignored his question. "And what if I refuse?"

"Then I will go to your father's church and confess our sins to him."

I was speechless for a moment, desperate for a way out. "You wouldn't dare tell my father!"

He just looked at me calmly without talking.

"Anyway, you don't know which church is my father's."

"Fountain of Life Church next to River Park."

My jaw dropped open. "How... how did you know that?"

"You use your full name as your Zoom ID."

I looked at the screen and saw that my first and last names were displayed below my face.

"I searched for churches in our city with ministers with that last name. It only took a few seconds to find a picture of you with your parents posing in front of the church. Your mom is pretty, too, by the way, I can see where you get your good looks from."

"Leave my mother out of this!" I was stewing. "Anyway, the church is closed due to the lockdown. You won't be able to tell my father anything."

"We both know that your father has moved services online, including private spiritual counseling sessions with him. It says so on the church website. If you think I'm being bad, then maybe I should share my sins with him during bible study, so he can help me become a better man."

I froze. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Just take off your dress and let your body inspire me to write."

He had trapped me again. I couldn't let him tell my father. I decided that it was safer to comply with his request, than to have other people know what I was doing. I pushed my chair back and stood up. I took a deep breath, and pulled my dress over my head. I felt my skin flush.

"Keep going. Bra and panties, too."

I groaned, but I knew there was no way out of this predicament. I did what he said.

"See? Not so bad, is it?"

"That's easy for you to say. I'm the one that's stark naked. You're fully clothed."

"Fair point. I'll rectify that immediately." Jake stood up and began to undress.

I stared with my mouth open, unable to move or speak. When he pulled his underwear down, I winced in shock, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I had never seen a grown man's penis before. The only one I had ever seen was when I changed my cousin's diapers. I was fascinated and curious then, but this was different. Very different.

Jake's was much bigger, of course; he was a grown man. There was a lot of pubic hair. And his testicles hung low compared to my baby cousin's little lump of a scrotum. But there was something else. Changing a diaper wasn't erotic at all, but this was causing me to feel flustered. A titillating feeling stirred deep within my groin.

"Do you want to write first?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was... Um, okay. I guess I'll write." I sat down at my desk and examined his genitals. I was so fascinated that I didn't know what to write.

He noticed that I was not typing.

"Just write what you see and what you feel. Don't worry about errors. Just let your imagination run wild."

I tried to describe what I was looking at. I tried to just look at Jake's face, where it was safe.

His eyes were steely, the pupils steady, almost piercing. But the corners betrayed amusement, like he knew what he was getting away with. His jaw was chiseled square, and his lips were upturned in a subtle smirk, like he was enjoying my discomfort. Prominent trapezius muscles connected his neck to his shoulders. His shoulders were broad and strong, but my gaze didn't linger there long because his pectoral muscles were works of art: solid plates of masculine beauty. There were tiny, almost decorative dark areolae and nipples that sat on his chest like medals of valor. His abs weren't absurdly strong, like I'd seen in superhero movies, but bulged under his skin like hardened potential. The oblique muscles focused my gaze like arrows, funneling my attention down a trail of dark, curly pubic hair to his groin. Oh my god! His penis hung down, thick and stubby. It was darker in color, almost ruddy, with a smooth bulbous head that shone like a helmet. Behind it, his balls hung heavily in a wrinkly scrotum.

He shifted his weight, causing his penis to flop from one side of his balls to the other. I swear I saw it start to lengthen and thicken in front of my eyes like it was alive. <<Was it moving?>> That unnerved me, and caused me to stop writing for a moment. I looked up and he raised his eyebrows at me. Embarrassed, I looked down at my computer to avoid his attention. Then I tried to write about how it made me feel.

Seeing a naked man was entrancing. My breath was labored, my heart was racing, I was beginning to perspire. I was completely enthralled. I could feel butterflies in my belly. I was excited. I was in awe. I felt sneaky, naughty, and...

<<Oh my God! Was I turned on?>> Seeing Jake's penis was making me horny! I covered my mouth with my hand and looked up at his face in shock.

"I can't write anymore."

"That's not true. It looks like you just discovered a lot more to write about. You may be scared to write more, but that's okay. You can write more later, now that you've had a good look. Would you like me to write now?"

I nodded my head.

"Very well. Stand up."

As I stood, I remembered that I was naked in front of a veritable stranger. I had been so entranced by his nudity, that I had temporarily forgotten about my own. I felt embarrassed all over again. Instinctively, my hands moved to cover myself.

"Put your hands down." His reprimand was direct and authoritative.

I complied instinctively.

"That's better. Your body is beautiful and I want to see all of it. You may feel shy, but you should be proud to show yourself to me."

Jake wrote on his laptop for several minutes, while I stood petrified and sweating. Eventually, he took his fingers off the keyboard.

"Move your laptop over to your bed."

I blinked myself out of my trance and carried the computer to my bed and sat down.

"Now lean back on your elbows."

I did so.

"Now open your knees wide."

I realized what he was up to. "What? Oh my goodness! You can't be serious!"

"Keep your voice down, unless you want your parents to know what you're doing."

I used a stage whisper. "I can't do that. You'll see everything!"

"That's the idea. When I stand, you see everything. When you stand, all I see is pubic hair. In order to write about your vulva. I need to see it. All of it. Now spread your legs."

"What if I refuse?"

"You won't. We've already been over this. You promised to do as I said so we can both improve our writing. You'd much rather tell your professor that you learned to be a better writer than tell him that you plagiarized erotica stories. And you'd much rather tell your parents that you passed your classes than tell them that you've been looking at naked men online. So, unless you need me to tell you how that would go for you, stop wasting my time and open your legs."

"No, no, no! Please don't tell anyone. Of course, I don't want any of those things to happen."

"Then you need to tell me what you want. Do you want your professor, parents, and fiancé to find out about what you've been doing? Or, do you want to show me your pussy?"

"I don't want any of them to know any of this."

"Then tell me what you want."

"Okay. I'll do it."

"It isn't enough to do it. You must tell me that you want to do it."

"Are you kidding? I haven't even done this and you're already demanding more? Is that really necessary?"

"Yes. You must say the entire sentence aloud."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and said, "I want to show you my...vulva."

"Your what?"

"My vagina."

Jake smiled at my exposed body. "Very well. Please do."

I slowly opened my legs. He kept motioning for me to open them wider until finally my knees were touching my comforter. I felt humiliated and embarrassed.

"Good. Hold that pose."

I tried to steady my breathing, but my mind was in a turmoil. I knew it was sinful, but it was also exhilarating to show him the most intimate part of my body. He typed for a long time. Finally, there was a pause. I opened my eyes.

"Spread your labia open with your fingers."

"What? You can't be serious!"

"I am serious. And you must tell me that you want to show me your hole."

I cringed at his crude language. "Please, haven't I done enough already?"

He just shook his head slowly, and said, "Say it."

I bit my lip. "I want to show you my hole."

"Go right ahead."

I looked at his face. He was absolutely determined. I didn't dare object further because I already knew what his answer would be. And I already knew my answer. I would do anything to keep my actions secret from my parents, my fiancé, and my professor. Apparently, when he got me to promise to do anything, 'anything' really did mean anything. I took a deep breath and inched my hand down to my crotch. I sighed and touched myself. I gasped at the contact. I used my fingers to spread myself open while he gawked.

"Tell me that you want to show me how you touch yourself. Then slide your fingers up and down your slit."

"I don't touch myself! I don't do that."

He just glared at me and waited.

I had no choice. I sighed. "I want to show you how I touch myself."

Tentatively, I moved my fingers slowly up and down my private parts. I was so embarrassed not only that I was doing this, but that I was doing it in front of him. Not only was I sinning, he was witnessing my sin. And I had to tell him that I wanted to sin. It was mortifying. But it also felt strangely good to submit to him. My belly felt warm and tingly.

"Are your labia wet?"

"My labia?" I wasn't familiar with the term.

"Your labia are your pussy lips. The swollen red sides of your vagina that you are caressing so tenderly."

I looked down between my legs at what he was describing. I lifted my fingers. They were slick. My labia were glistening. "Yes, they are wet. It's getting my fingers sticky."

"Is it wetter inside?"

"Inside me? How would I know?"

"By inserting your fingers inside."

"I can't do that!"

"Of course, you can. And you will. And you'll tell me that you want to do it for me, so that I can keep your secrets secret."

"Oh, Lord, forgive me my sins." I took a deep breath. "I want to insert my fingers inside my vagina so you'll know how wet I am in there." I slowly pushed one fingertip between my labia. I was sweating, my heart was racing, and I was practically panting.

"Push your finger further in."

I whimpered as I did so.

"Now feel around."

I moved my finger, exploring inside myself.

"Tell me what you feel."

"It is hot, moist, and really soft," I said quietly, and sighed.

"Is it wetter inside?"

I extracted my finger and looked at it. My fingers were dripping. "Yes, it is much wetter inside."

"And how do you feel?"

I looked up at his face on the screen.

He licked his upper lip. He was clearly enjoying this.

"I can't believe I'm doing this in front of you. I feel humiliated and..."

"And?"

"And what?"

"And does it feel good? Are you turned on by showing me your wet pussy?"

"Isn't it enough just to show you? Do I have to answer that question aloud? Can't we stop for tonight?"

"Yes, we can stop for now, as long as you write your answer to that question and submit it to me before tomorrow's session. If you promise to do that, I will allow tonight's performance to come to a close."

"Okay, I promise."

"All right, after you thank me for watching you display your wet pussy, you may close your legs."

I just wanted it to end, so I said, "Thank you for watching me show you my wet pussy."

"Goodnight, Cindy. See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Jake." I sighed.

A knock on the door made me yelp. "Just a minute!" I saw Jake begin to laugh before I closed my laptop. I scrambled to hide my body under the covers. "Okay, you can come in."

It was my dad. "Are you okay? Why did you scream?"

"You just surprised me. I must have been concentrating hard, because you caught me off guard."

"Why are you in bed? Are you feeling okay? Your face looks flushed and you're breathing hard."

"Yes, I'm fine, daddy. What did you need?"

"Oh, I just came to tell you the good news. The Covid regulations are changing. They're going to allow limited groups of people to interact now. They're called 'pods'. So, we're going to organize some prayer groups. We can't meet as a whole congregation yet, but we can start to have small groups at the church. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Yes, daddy, that's great. I really want to get out and see people again. I want to see Paul."

"Unfortunately, Paul can't meet in person with you because his fragile mother is too susceptible to contagion. If she gets sick, it could be fatal. We'll just have to pray for her. However, you are so fortunate. There is a new member of our church. He just joined yesterday. He says he knows you from school, so I paired you with him. You'll be in a pod together. I told him there was no better person in our congregation to show him how we do things than my very own daughter."

I gulped. "What's his name?"

"He is an impressive young man named Jacob. Seems like a great guy. I arranged for you to meet with him tomorrow at the church. You two can use the Sunday School room. It will be just the two of you, so it should be safe. He said he hasn't been out yet, and neither have you, so there's minimal risk involved. I know you'll represent our community well and show him our love. Do whatever you need to make him feel welcome, okay? Goodnight." He closed the door.

I barely slept that night. I couldn't tell my dad that I didn't want to meet Jacob because that might be the Jake I know, and then I'd have to tell him why I was averse to being alone with him. I couldn't ask Paul to go with me because he couldn't risk exposing his vulnerable mother to a deadly virus. I realized that I would have to face Jake alone. I would have to talk with him and get him to understand that we should change course.

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Study Buddies Ch. 04

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