Parul makes her classmate here slave

"No, you don't understand," said Parul , pushing him back
against the wall with a two handed shove. "We really love to do this."
Her lower lip swelled in a triumphant grin.

He eased away from the wall, disturbed by something in Parul's
eyes, something triumphant, something that spoke of the battle of the
sexes and the kind of victory that some females want.
        "Yeah," said Jo, Parul's best friend in the jock girl clique
as she pressed in to cut off his retreat putting her arms around him
playfully and then pressing her big breasts against his back.

  Jo had been aware of the effect her breasts had on
boys ever since she was twelve. She was one of those girls who filled
out early and filled out a long way too.
    "Wouldn't you like to wrestle with us? See if you're as strong as the
girls?"
     Rahul looked from one to the other. He knew both girls from school,
and he'd known them for years, though they'd never taken any notice of
him before. Not until a couple of weeks back, when out of the blue,
Parul Rohm, THE Parul Rohm, the  gorgeous, star goalkeeper for
the School Under 18 champion girls' soccer team, had started sitting next to
him in science lab.

Lots of guys in school probably thought about Parul  when they jerked
off at night. She was one of the prettiest girls in the school, and on
top of that she had the kind of ass that men can't help but look at.
Parul went out with one of the big stars on the football team.
Ordinarily she didn't deign to notice Rahul's existence.

So it was a bit of a surprise when Parul Rohm had started to be
 nice to him and even started little conversations with him after
class. Soon enough she started letting him help her with her homework,
and even write essay answers. For Ra hulthis was easy enough. He could
have gone to college when he was sixteen, but his parents hadn't liked
the idea, deeming him to be too young at that point. As for Parul, she
was struggling to keep a B+ average.  Rahul was happy to help. It was
intoxicating to be spoken to by Parul.  It just made his brain buzz when she was
nice to him. She wore tight shirts and sweaters and had a way of pushing her
chest out to catch a man's eye. After a few little chats Rahul was putty in her hands.
        But it was what happened after that day he went  to her house
after school to help her with an important biology report, that had him
worried.Because from then on things had gotten progressively weirder.
        Parul had plenty of privacy at home. She had the whole basement
of the house to herself. She'd taken it over when she was 14, three
years before. Now it was a combination bedroom and home gym with
a desk and computer in one corner. Most important it had its own
entrance and its own bathroom. Parul only had to see her parents when
she wanted to.

        That first time he'd been over there, they'd talked a little
about the report and he'd started writing one. He planned to write his
own and then write a slightly "dumbed down" one for Parul that would
give her an A but keep it believable. That way the teacher wouldn't get suspicious.

While he was writing Parul pulled out some equipment and
stripped down to her panties and sportsbra. She set up some weight on the big
bar and started benchpressing it in sets of twelve reps followed by a rest.
    Rahul took a look at the weight she was lifting and almost let out a
whistle. It was way more than he could manage. The intimidating display
of female strength kept his eyes coming back again and again to her, until at last
she stopped and announced she was going out to jog around the block a couple of
times before it got dark.
    While she was gone he went over and tried to shift the 80 pounds she'd
been lifting so smoothly. It was hard. He thought he might have managed
it a few times, but not like she'd been doing it, with that smooth
practised motion.
    Sitting back down he pushed it away and concentrated on the writing.
After a while it came back to him and his fingers flew over the keys of
his laptop. He'd written three pages by the time she came back.
    "How's it going, Rahul," she said, coming over to stand behind him. He
could smell her clean sweat, and she put her hands on his shoulders and
kneaded them in the sweetest way.
    "Well, I think it'll do. It's about the way Govt works, and how
taxes are spent."
    "OK, I'll read it before I hand it in."
    She sat down beside him and for a moment her hand rested on his knee.
Rahul felt his penis harden immediately. Her presence beside him was
almost overwhelming.
    It was very hard to concentrate now, but he managed to tap out the
last couple of lines and saved it to a floppy which he left for her.
    "This is great, Rahul. I think the teachers will really think it's me.
I won't have to change hardly anything."
    "That was what I was hoping."
    "Mmm, you are such a sweet boy!"
    She walked over to the door with him, staying close.
    "Thank you, Rahul."
    "Uh, well, it was a pleasure," he muttered.