The Proposition

“Let’s be realistic, Ellie doesn’t need tutoring on history. She’s already the best in the year. While you, Kelly, need all the tutoring on history you can get. On the other hand, Ellie, you need other things. You need to have more confidence, and in the short term you need some protection from the other girls. So, I’ve come up with a proposition that will satisfy all of us.”

“This is it. Ellie, you will tutor Kelly.” Kelly’s about to speak, probably to complain that she wants you to tutor her, but you raise your hand to silence her. “You’ll find the time, in school hours, out of school hours, however much she needs, to help Kelly improve her grades. In return, it appears that most of the girls making Ellie’s life a misery respect you, Kelly, whether because of your father’s money or your reputation, I don’t know. For whatever reason it is, you can use that respect to protect Ellie.”

You can see the panic in both girls’ eyes. You know why they came here. The presence of the other girl is already disturbing them. Now you’re actually talking about tutoring.

“But I want you to tutor me,” Kelly finally states.

“I want…” Ellie’s soft voice begins. You cut it off by holding up your hand.

“This is your decision, girls. Whatever your decision, though, you’ll both have regular tutoring with me, here, every Tuesday 4pm. Now, if you don’t both agree to my proposal, this tutoring will be about history. If, on the other hand, you do agree, then we can look to study subjects that are ex-curricula.”

There’s still confusion. “What do you mean?” Kelly asks.

“I thought you’d ask. I could tell you, but I think it would be more informative if I showed you what I had in mind. Unfortunately, this is the wrong room. So, if you’d follow me.”

You stand. The girls dither for a moment, before standing themselves. Ellie moves to grab her jacket.

“You won’t need your blazer, or your bags. Leave them here.”

You guide the girls out of the dining room and up the stairs. They walk side by side; you follow behind them. It’s so tempting as you follow them up the stairs to reach out and grope their cute little behinds. You snatch a glimpse of their knickers beneath their skirts.

Once upstairs, you guide them into the master bedroom. Once there they stand confused, their eyes looking at you. Both are shorter than you, but not by much. The way they look up, their eyes filled with confusion and desire, stir your own lust.

“What I propose is that we study subjects more appropriate to the nicknames I gave both of you last week. You remember the nicknames I gave you.” They nod, Kelly with vigour, Ellie with hesitation. “Good. Why don’t you tell each other what nickname I gave you. Why don’t you go first, Kelly.”

There’s calculation in Kelly’s green eyes before she speaks. “Teacher’s Little Slut.” She says it with so much confidence. She’s proud of her nickname.

“Correct, Teacher’s Little Slut. And you Ellie.” Ellie starts to speak in a whisper. “Louder,” you tell her. She pauses, gulps and then speaks.

“Teacher’s Cocksleeve.”

“Teacher’s Cocksleeve,” you repeat. You can see some understanding in Kelly’s green eyes. It’s still more hope than realisation, her assumptions about Ellie still opposing her conclusions.

“So, today I thought we do a lesson called an Introduction to Threesomes. I’m sure you know, but just in case, a threesome is where three people have sex together. We clearly have all male threesomes and all female threesomes, but we’re going to be concentrating on what’s called an FFM threesome. That is where two of the participants are female and the other is male. This will be a practical lesson. And for this lesson, we’ll all have to be naked.”