The Tutorial
by Gamoto  gamoto11@yahoo.com 
                                


Beth completed her last rep, and let the barbell drop at her feet, causing a
loud thud to reverberate throughout the tiny dormitory. She had already worked
out once today, but her new roommate was already 15 minutes late for her
tutoring session, and Beth was not the type of girl to remain idle for long.
She walked over to the mirror. Beth was a big girl, six feet tall and 200
pounds, but she wore it well. She was very pretty, and although muscular, was
not lacking in the more traditional feminine assets. She boasted a beautiful
pair of D-cup breasts, and an ass that would make even J- Lo weep. She had
long brown hair that fell wildly around her shoulders, and all-in-all, she was
quite a striking vision to behold. And, she could also do what the vast
majority of girls couldn’t– lift over 200 pounds over her head! She was, in
fact, a nationally ranked power lifter. She actually excelled at all sports,
but power lifting was her true passion. All this was made all the more
interesting by the fact that Beth was a Jewish girl from NYC–not exactly the
profile that would come to most people’s minds when they imagined a world
class athlete. Beth looked herself over in the mirror, and began posing. She
had recently been concentrating on adding more definition to her muscles, to
compliment the sheer size that she had cultivated through power lifting, and
give her a more balanced look.

The door opened. It was Beth’s roommate, Jessica.

"You’re late." Beth said.

"Sorry." Jessica said softly. She looked down at her shoes.

Jessica was a tiny, mousy girl, just barely five feet tall and 100 pounds
soaking wet, with long, but unglamorous, blonde hair. She was rather pale and
quite fragile looking, but nonetheless, had a subtle prettiness about her.
This was her first year of college (Beth was a senior) and she was having
trouble with her studies recently, as she always had. She was never very good
at school. Once the teachers around the college had found out Beth was
Jessica’s roommate, they all nominated Beth to be her tutor, a little bit to
Beth’s chagrin. After all, Jessica was a freshman. They’re social lives almost
never crossed paths, nor would they, if not for their tutoring sessions. It
would be safe to say that each girl was something of a mystery to the other.

"OK, Jess, let’s get started." Beth said, nodding her over to the couch.

Jessica walked across the room, looking at her shoes, and sat down next to
Beth. She was, and always had been, almost painfully shy.

"OK–calculus first." Beth said. "Did you find the solutions to those problems
I gave you?"

"Uhh..." Jessica responded.

"I see..." Beth said. "Well, figure them out now. I can wait. I have to make
sure you know what you’re doing before we can move on."

Jessica rested her notebook on her lap and hunched over the problems.

Ten minutes passed. Jessica had nothing on her paper but a few aimless
scribbles. It was clear to Beth that she didn’t know what she was doing. In a
rush of impatience, she reached over, grabbed Jessica around her tiny waist,
and, lifting her straight up off the couch, plopped her down right in her lap.
Jessica’s eyes grew wide with surprise and her breath drew in sharply. Beth
was a little surprised by her own actions, in fact. But she didn’t let it
show.

There Jessica was, planted firmly in Beth’s lap. Jessica looked around her,
wide-eyed, as if waiting for something else to happen.

Beth grabbed the calculus book that was on the couch next to them. "You’re
going to learn this... even if I have to look over your shoulder." Beth said
slowly. She grabbed the book and held it up in front of Jessica, her arms
encircling her. Jessica could not believe this. Here she was, sitting on
another girl’s lap, with an open textbook propped up before her. It reminded
her of when she was a little girl and her Mom helped her with her homework.
But this was Beth, her roommate and supposed peer...and she wasn’t a little
girl. Still, she’d be hard pressed to do anything about it, even if she wanted
to. She was certain of that much.

The lesson continued, and Jessica remained on Beth’s lap the entire time.
Jessica had almost forgotten about the sheer strangeness of the situation. She
was amazed at how Beth rattled off the principles of the calculus problems
they were working on with such ease. Jessica was having great difficulty, and
at times Beth would lose patience, but she always came around and proceeded on
with her mission. There was something about teaching Jessica like this, in
this position, that she enjoyed.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jessica had grasped the math
concepts to Beth’s satisfaction. Beth closed the textbook and threw it on the
couch next to them. Jessica made no motion to get off Beth’s lap. She just
looked down at her hands.

"What, do you like sitting on my lap?" Beth asked, a small smile in her voice.

She moved her hands down around Jessica’s waist to lift her off. Jessica was
so tiny, it seemed that Beth could wrap her hands almost entirely around her
waist. She quickly and effortlessly lifted Jessica off her lap and plopped her
down on the couch next to her. She then eyed her, curiously.

"You are so... tiny." Beth said, looking Jessica up and down.

"Yeah...I guess." Jessica said, once again, looking down at her hands.

"Take your sweater off." Beth said. "I want to see something." She didn’t
really understand why Jessica was wearing a sweater anyway. It must have been
70 degrees in that dorm.

Jessica looked up at her with a fair amount of confusion in her eyes, and just
the slightest touch of fear.

"Don’t worry...I don’t bite!" Beth laughed. "I just want to see what kind of
muscle tone you have. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a short sleeve
shirt, not even in the summer. I suspect that we may have to add some physical
activity to our tutoring sessions. Body and mind are both important."

Jessica was confounded, but she slowly unbuttoned, and then slipped off her
sweater. She was wearing a plain, sleeveless tee underneath.

It was exactly as Beth had suspected. Jessica had not a trace of muscle on her
thin, delicate arms.

"Hmmm...flex for me." Beth said.

Jessica flexed, but nothing happened.

" Not even a bump!" Beth said.

She reached out and squeezed Jessica’s arm.

"It’s so squishy!" Beth said, unleashing the first word that came to her mind.

She was amazed at Jessica’s complete lack of muscle tone.

Beth let go of Jessica’s arm. She moved her own arm into position for a flex,
and then did just that.

Jessica practically gasped when she saw the size of the bicep that erupted
from Beth’s flexing arm. It literally intimidated her.

"Feel that." Beth offered. She was not adverse to showing off.

Jessica moved her delicate hand over Beth’s bulging bicep muscle. It was as
hard as a piece of granite, and Jessica thought that no matter how hard she
were to squeeze, it would not give in the slightest. The distance between the
bottom of Beth’s arm to the peak of her bicep was more than the length of
Jessica’s hand between her thumb and pinky. "Wow..." Jessica uttered. It was
definitely the most inspired she had sounded all day.

Beth had an idea. "OK...now hold on." she said. Jessica wrapped both her arms
around Beth’s arm. Just then, Beth stood up, taking Jessica along with her.
Jessica hung clinging to her flexing arm, her feet dangling six inches above
the floor. It was quite an incredible display; Jessica’s entire body weight
being supported by this girl’s one arm. "How could she be so strong?" Jessica
mused to herself. Beth lifted her arm a little higher, lifting Jessica higher
along with it. Jessica curled her legs up, and was now a good two feet or more
above the ground, all under the power of Beth’s one arm. She was amazed.

Finally, Beth lowered the smaller girl back to the floor.

"Wanna try picking me up?" she asked, winking at Jessica.

Jessica didn’t know what to do. She had never tried lifting anyone before, and
she severely doubted that she could. She timidly stepped forward and wrapped
her arms around Beth’s waist. She heaved skyward... Beth did not budge. Her
feet remained as solidly connected to the ground as before Jessica had tried
to lift her. Jessica grunted, and grimaced, trying like hell to get Beth up,
even for a second. Her face started to get red. "Hahahahaha!" Beth started
laughing. "OK...I don’t want you to hurt yourself now...I pretty much knew you
wouldn’t be able to pick me up when I asked you...but look how easy it is for
me!" Beth put her hands under Jessica’s somewhat scrawny butt, and catapulted
her up so fast that her head almost hit the ceiling. "Whoa, sorry." Beth said.
"You’re just so damn light!" Beth lifted Jessica even higher into the air, and
began to walk around the room with her. Jessica was so high up, she had to
duck her head to avoid hitting the ceiling. Beth then released one of her
arms, and began carrying Jessica around one-handed. She then got her other arm
up again, and turned Jessica around so that she was now facing outward, and in
a smooth, fluid movement, lifted the girl up to her shoulder, where she sat
down.

Jessica was a little conflicted about her feelings at this point. Was she
enjoying this? Should she be? She had expected a tutoring session, and getting
lifted and carried around like this by Beth was definitely not part of the
usual itinerary. She also felt slightly embarrassed. Needless to say, she was
weaker than most girls, but she had never been dominated like this in any kind
of strength competition before. (Not that she had engaged in that many.) It
was obvious that Beth was worlds, universes even, beyond her in physical
prowess. She felt slightly ashamed...but also...something else. Something
good, perhaps?

Beth gently lowered her tiny passenger to the ground. "God...you weigh
nothing." Beth said, her eyes once again sweeping over Jessica’s delicate
frame. "Yeah...thanks, I guess." Jessica said, looking down at her feet. One
of her shoes had come off while she was riding on Beth’s shoulder, so she
kicked the other one off too. This made her look smaller, somehow even more
vulnerable. Beth noticed that despite their thinness, Jessica’s legs had a
pretty shape, and she looked very cute, and innocent, standing there in her
white tights, toes pointing toward each other.

"OK" Beth said suddenly. "Now we arm wrestle!" She moved swiftly to the coffee
table, and planted herself down, one arm on the table. Arm wrestle? Jessica
thought. What was the point of this? It was painfully obvious who the victor
would be, wasn’t it? As if to answer her question, Beth said aloud, "I just
want to see how strong you are...see how much work we have to do." Well,
apparently Beth was serious about adding physical a physical regimen to their
tutoring sessions. Jessica slowly kneeled down and took her place on the other
side of the coffee table. She put her arm up on it. The size difference
between the two girls’ arms was incredible: nay, ridiculous. Jessica’s upper
arm, at it’s thickest point, was barely the size of Beth’s wrist. She wondered
for a moment if Jessica might not injure her. Again, as if reading Jessica’s
mind, Beth said, "Don’t worry, I’m not going to slam your hand through the
table or anything, I just want to see how much resistance you can put up."
Jessica breathed a slight sigh of relief, and the two girls clasped hands.
Jessica watched as her hand completely disappeared inside Beth’s.

"OK...1-2-3...Go." Beth said.

Jessica plowed ahead with all her force, but it was like trying to bend a
steel beam. Beth’s arm, didn’t shake, waiver, falter...not even in the
slightest. Jessica’s arm, on the other hand was a quivering like jelly, trying
to move the unmovable. "Is that it?!" Beth exclaimed, taunting the other girl
a little. Beth was exerting little more effort than someone would to lift a
can of vegetables, which is to say, not much at all. Jessica quickly became
red- faced. "OK–use two hands!" Beth shouted. Jessica raised her other arm and
began using both in unison, but still it was no use. Beth’s arm did not move a
centimeter...a millimeter, even. Finally, Jessica collapsed on the table,
huffing for air. At last, she lifted her head and looked at Beth. Beth just
looked back, a calm expression on her face.

Beth stood up and walked to the center of the room.

"Ever wrestle someone?" she asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"Um...no." Jessica answered, letting out a nervous giggle. She had actually
wrestled a girl who was more or less her size once, but had been beaten
easily.

"Well..come here, then." Beth said. "See if you can keep me pinned."

Beth lay down in the center of the room, but Jessica just stared at her.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Beth asked. "Come down here and pin me."

Jessica walked over, and pretty much just laid on top of Beth.

"No...what are you doing?" Beth asked, a little frustrated. "Pin my hands to
the ground."

Jessica timidly pressed Beth’s wrists down to the carpet.

"Are you ready?" Beth asked. "Are you secure?"

Jessica nodded.

In a few seconds, Jessica was stunned to find her entire body rising off the
ground. She was being lifted into the air by Beth’s muscular legs. Then with a
sudden burst, Beth leg-pressed Jessica so high that Jessica flipped over her,
and landed flat on her back with a thud on the carpet.

"Are you alright?" Beth asked.

Jessica sat up. "Yeah...I’m OK."

Beth walked over to where Jessica was sitting on the floor, got her arms
underneath her, and lifted her up into a cradle carry. "Don’t worry." Beth
said. I’ve got you. Somehow, Jessica sensed that Beth enjoyed lifting her in
all these different ways. Even though she was slightly humiliated and ashamed
about all that had been happening, there was something about it that she found
alluring as well...

Beth carried Jessica all around the living room, cradling her in her arms.

Finally, she gently laid her down on the couch.

"It’s getting hot." Beth said. "Why don’t you strip down to your underwear?
It’s more comfortable to work out in." Jessica didn’t see why she needed to
change, she was hardly the one working out. Then again, neither was Beth.
Still, she did as she was told, and was soon standing before Beth in her white
bra and panties. Beth said nothing, just stepped forward and lifted Jessica
into something like a reverse piggyback. Jessica wrapped her arms and legs
around Beth’s taut physique, her thin arms resting on Beth’s broad shoulders.
Beth stroked Jessica’s soft silky skin with one hand, as she only needed one
arm to hold Jessica up. She walked Jessica around in slow circles, for what
seemed like minutes. Finally, she returned her to her feet. "Are you ready for
tour-de-force?" Beth asked softly. Jessica wasn’t sure if she liked the sound
of that. Beth, however, did not wait for an answer to her question. She
planted one of her hands on Jessica’s chest, and the other one on her chest.
Jessica gasped. But before she could figure out what was going on, she found
herself being lifted over Beth’s head. Then, adding to her shock, Beth began
doing reps with her, like Jessica had seen her do with her barbells. Jessica
was a human weight, and apparently one that Beth had no trouble lifting. She
pressed Jessica repeatedly into the air, as the smaller girl lay limp atop her
arms. Beth did not seem to be exerting any effort whatsoever, even at her
tenth and final rep, after which she rested Jessica across her shoulders in a
fireman’s carry. Jessica hung limply on her shoulders, trying to take in what
had just happened. Softly, almost silently, she had an orgasm as she lay
there. Beth felt it, and smiled. She carried Jessica into the bedroom.

END