The Three Tests

Prologue

Charlotte was out of Alex's league and he knew it. His fingers tapped the table in the dimly lit restaurant as he waited for her to arrive. He'd researched about a hundred different restaurants in their university town for the perfect place to spend their six-month anniversary. It was the sort of place where the wait staff were rude to you and you paid extra for the privilege, especially on a Friday night. He hoped it would be up to Charlotte's standard.

She glided in seconds before the time they'd set to meet, flashing a smile at the maître d' as she made her way toward Alex's table. Her golden brown hair bounced around her face, framing those piercing blue eyes that seemed to cut into Alex's soul from the moment they first met. An asymmetric black dress clung to her curves. One of her shapely legs was exposed up to her thigh, while on the other side the dress was held together with ladder of strings offering a tantalising glance of her lightly tanned skin up to the neckline. Alex found himself staring at her ample chest and the gaps in her dress next to it looking for signs of her underwear before she sat down opposite him.

"I'm sorry, have you been waiting for me long?"

"No, no, I only just got here" Alex lied nervously. He'd got there half an hour early to triple check the booking.

"Wow, a seven course tasting menu! I hope we can get through it quickly, I'm meeting up with Jess and Rachel in half an hour for a quick shopping trip." Alex's mind went haywire. Half an hour! Maybe he could talk to the waiter. Could they bring the first three courses at once? Why would she arrange to meet up with her best friends on today of all... her wry smile stopped him in his tracks.

"Alex. Shopping? All the shops are closed at this time for a start." She let out a gentle laugh. "Just relax, I really appreciate you organising this dinner - the menu looks divine. And you're looking very handsome in that shirt. Babe, I'm yours for the whole evening".

Seven courses later, Charlotte was staring at him in that way that stripped back his layers, made his heart swell, made him want to be a better man. "I've really enjoyed the last six months together, Alex. You're kind, caring and incredibly compassionate. I can see this relationship going somewhere, and I think you feel the same way."

"Yeah of course. I mean, it's been the best six months of my life. You're smart, you make me laugh and it doesn't hurt that you're incredibly hot."

She brushed the compliment off with a giggle, but then her face became more serious. "Ok great. In that case there's something I need you to do. There's this... tradition, let's say. A test. It will prove to me beyond any doubt that we can be a perfect partnership, that our relationship is destined for the long haul."

"Wow ok. Sure, what do you need me to do?"

"You'll learn more as we go, but the test is in three parts, performed over a week, starting tomorrow. First is a test of self control: you must show that, when necessary, you can put your desires to one side for the good of our relationship. Second is a test of service: I need to know you can adequately cater to my needs. And finally, a test of trust: you must show you have absolute trust in me. The last test is the most important and you will likely find it the most challenging."

Alex's life had been transformed since they'd started dating. He'd opened up to her about things that he'd never told anyone else. He could hardly see how something testing his trust would be a challenge.

"So you said it's a tradition? From where?"

"All the couples in my family went through this and you've seen how strong they are together. They simply wouldn't allow me to be with someone who couldn't pass it. I've had ex-boyfriends try and fail. Alex, this process will be hard on you at times. You need to know that you can drop out at any point and there will be no hard feelings between us. But if you do choose to persist till the end, I know we will be something special."

Alex thought about Charlotte's sisters and parents. He'd not considered it before, but while the men did seem, plain perhaps, compared to the beauty of the women in her family, the bonds with their wives seemed both steadfast and electric. Not to mention their stratospheric careers, bar none. It was a future he could only dream of six months ago. "I'll do it, whatever you need me to do. I'd do anything to show you how much I care about you."

A smile lit up Charlotte's face. "Fantastic. Now, handsome, while these challenges might be difficult at times, that doesn't mean they can't be fun. And whilst they officially start tomorrow, I do have a gift for you to say thank you for officially accepting." With that she leaned down and picked something off the floor. "I took these off during the seventh course".

All of a sudden Alex found something being thrown towards him from across the table. He wasn't sure if the stuffy waiter or the stuffier patrons looked round at that moment, but if they had they would have seen Alex frantically trying his best conceal a lace thong in his shirt pocket whilst the sexiest woman in the room sat across from him, giggling to herself. "Come on Tiger, let's get home. I want to have some fun with you tonight."

Chapter 1: Test of Self Control

Alex woke slowly, still replaying scenes from the night before. So many positions. So many orgasms. As his eyes finally opened and he sat up in bed, he heard footsteps coming in from his apartment's kitchenette. "Hey Champ, I thought you deserved a cooked breakfast after last night's performance." Charlotte wandered in holding a tray with what looked like French toast and bacon. Even more interesting to Alex was that she was wearing a white lace camisole that fell loosely around her pert tits, her pointy nipples poking through the patterned fabric. It ended at her waist, leaving a clear view of a red thong, showing off the shape of her inviting lips. Alex felt himself rise to attention in anticipation of a continuation of their love-making. "Oh yeah, and I need to tell you about the first test." Of course, Alex had almost forgotten. "The test of self control is quite simple. To pass the test, you must not orgasm for one week. If you cum by your own hand or anyone else's before Friday evening, it's a fail." Charlotte placed the tray down and perched on the bed, leaning forward so her cleavage was exposed to Alex. "Which means," she said, grabbing his stiff cock through his pyjamas shorts and flashing him a mischievous smile, "this little guy will have to wait."

Well he had to admit, Charlotte's sex drive meant he was used to considerably more than one orgasm a week, but he wasn't a teenager. Lasting just seven days didn't seem too tricky, did it?

By Thursday morning, Alex was seriously regretting his previous bravado. What he hadn't counted on was Charlotte's wiles. As he sat in his apartment in his pyjamas, waiting for her to get back from Lacrosse, he reflected on quite how hard she'd made it for him.

Each morning she greeted him with a new and more outrageous set of lingerie, making sure that he was aroused from the moment he woke up.

Then during the day, she'd send him countless photos. Some were shots of her in the morning's lingerie, looking like a playboy model. Others were more risqué. There was the one of her flashing her tits at the back of a full lecture hall. Yesterday she'd sent him one up her skirt, revealing a lack of panties and a gleaming pussy, whilst she was studying in the library. Then there were the countless nudes sent from the gym changing rooms, each with an invitation to touch himself if he needed to. He knew he shouldn't open them, just ignore them, but invariably he'd end rubbing himself through his trousers as he perused them, desperate for release.

The evenings were the worst. Technically the rules said nothing about him touching her, but she insisted that doing so would "just make it too difficult for him". But of course she still needed her release. So each night she'd sit him down on the end of the bed and remove her pink vibrator from the bedside table. First she applied lube, running her hands up and down the fake cock suggestively. Alex didn't fail to notice that it was at least an inch longer and a fair amount thicker than his own equipment. Finally she would rub the vibrator over her clit, then start plunging it into her pussy. She looked delighted when each night, he would finally relent and start stroking his own cock while watching the superior phallus go in and out of his girlfriend. He'd bring himself so close to cumming then catch himself at the last minute. Basically a whole week of edging himself every night had left him on a hair trigger...

"Hey honey, I'm back. I brought Rachel back for some breakfast, I hope that's ok." Charlotte strode in, wearing a sports bra that stopped just under her tits, leaving her midriff exposed. On her bottom half was a pair of ridiculously tiny athletic shorts showing off a clear camel toe. Rachel followed behind her, dressed a little more conservatively. A loose fitting t-shirt somewhat disguised a rack that was even bigger than Charlotte's and her white athletic shorts, which contrasted with her dark skin, wrapped round her large, shapely bum. The two girls had met at lacrosse trials in their first week and had quickly become best friends.

"How was practice?" Alex asked.

"Oh it was just strength and conditioning session" said Charlotte, "In fact, these clothes are super sweaty - I should really get them in the wash right away. Rachel do you mind?"

"Well I saw you change into them babe, not much difference seeing you change out of them" said Rachel with a smile.

"Oh I didn't realise you were checking me out in the changing room!"

"Always, babe," Rachel joked with an exaggerated wink.

Charlotte laughed with her friend as she peeled off her sports bra and shorts, throwing them casually into the machine. This was too much for Alex, especially in his current state, so he quickly tried to position is arm in a way that looked natural but counteracted the growing tent in his pyjama bottoms.

"Charlotte beat everyone in the bleep test again," Rachel exclaimed gleefully.

In response Charlotte giggled and began mock-celebrating, her bare tits jiggling every time she waved to the invisible crowd. "It really pisses the boys off when I beat them," she said as she sat on the sofa next to Alex.

"Yeah it does. Although I'm convinced Darren lets you win because he thinks it will help him get in your pants. Or rather, back in your pants..."

Charlotte looked bashful. "What pants?" she teased, indicating her nude vulva. "That guy really needs to accept that I've moved on, that I'm with my lovely Alex now. Ooh that reminds me, Alex, I really need to ask you a favour." Alex remembered that the last thing she'd asked from him had turned out more complicated than he'd expected.

Rachel started from across the room, "Yeah so you know those massage classes we've been taking this term? Well the final exam is tomorrow"

"Ok, so where do I come in?" said Alex.

"Well I need a subject," said Charlotte, "to do the exam on. You would be perfect." She turned to Alex placing her hands on his shoulders, making his task of hiding his erection significantly harder. "Pretty please? Professor Hardwick has made sure our performance on this counts toward my degree grade."

"Up till now we've only been able to practice on each other," said Rachel, flashing a look at her naked best friend. "But for the exam everyone has to bring a volunteer."

"Yeah ok, that doesn't sound too bad. As long as you're good I guess," said Alex teasingly. "Wait, Rachel, do you need me to be your subject as well, or...?"

"Haha don't get too excited buddy," she said, looking at him in a way that made him question if he'd failed to conceal his aroused state. "No, it's fine, I've asked Jess".

That made sense. Jess was Charlotte's school friend from way back, but these days the three of them were inseparable. Well maybe a massage would be a good way to finish a long week?

Alex adjusted his towel for the fifteenth time as he looked across to the row of would-be-masseuses. They all wore a matching uniform, a sleeveless wrap, held closed by a single fold at the hip. The hemline rested on the upper thigh, high enough that the tops of Charlotte's stockings were just in view, convincing Alex that she was still wearing the lingerie she'd showed off to him this morning. Along with the stockings, it was a green all-in-one, silk over the crotch, up to open cups that left her bare tits eager for attention. Of course none of that was visible right now, but it pervaded Alex's imagination. Rachel stood beside Charlotte, her hair pulled up into a tight bun. In the middle of all the massage students stood Professor Hardwick - a serious looking woman wearing similar garb to the students, perhaps covering a little more of her thighs. A pair of maroon stiletto heels, combined her already significant stature, meant she stood head and shoulders above all of the students. Her nails matched the colour of her heels and were all long, ending in a sharp point, save for two on her right hand which were cut to the nail bed.

Alongside Alex stood the volunteers, all struggling with the small towels they had been provided to cover themselves. He wondered if they all had thought, as he had, that the exam would take place in a private massage room, instead of the array of massage beds set out in the sports hall in front of them. The volunteers were about half boys and half girls. In amongst the boys he thought he recognised a few of the lacrosse players, with broad shoulders and chiselled abs. Absent mindedly, he wondered how, if any of them were somewhat well endowed, they were avoiding anything revealing itself below the hem of the towel. Alex himself wasn't minuscule, but, as an ex-liaison had put it, he "wasn't anything to write home about" and even he felt like he was only just covered.

Also in his side of the crowd, Alex spotted Jess, with her arms wrapped tightly around her petite body. While the girls' towels were a little larger, they had essentially the same problem, with just enough material to cover from nipples to lower lips. Alex had always thought Jess should be more confident in her body. While she wasn't as curvy as her friends, her legs were fantastic and her cute face looked like it was made of porcelain.

Alex reminded himself that he needed to avoid giving his body any excuse to get excited and produce a rise in his towel that would be impossible to hide. Just then, Professor Hardwick began to speak, "Volunteers, thank you for your help with this final exam. These girls have been honing their skills over the past eight weeks. They will now need to demonstrate they have taken on everything I have taught them in this complex art form. Girls, I will be watching you. I expect exemplary professionalism at all times. You may now take your volunteers to the table marked with your name and begin when you're ready."

Charlotte led Alex by the hand to a massage table in roughly the middle of the hall, with Rachel and Jess just ahead of them. He lay face down and Charlotte readjusted his towel, placing it to cover his bum. "Relax and enjoy," she whispered in his ear. He felt her hands start massaging warm oil into his shoulders. Her fingers firmly caressed each sinew of his muscle, working it up and down until it felt weightless. She is good, Alex thought. As her hands worked their way across his back and arms, he felt his arousal rise again. In a way, Alex chastised himself for this - there was nothing inherently sexual about a massage, he told himself. It was immature to feel this way. And yet, after a week of playing and teasing, the loving touch of his gorgeous girlfriend roaming around his body was bound to have an effect. Besides, at least lying on his front meant that his semi was well concealed.

Alex could hear Professor Hardwick's high heels clicking around the room as she gave tips and notes, "use more oil now", "don't miss this area" or "make sure you listen to their body and react to it". Meanwhile, Charlotte had moved to his legs and was gliding up and down the backs of his thighs. He noticed that each time her fingers moved up they ventured a little higher, exploring his arse and crotch. Not that he was necessarily complaining, but each time the towel would get shifted further up his body. In concert, as her hands roamed his lower back, the top of towel would get moved slightly down. Each time Alex's mind wandered to how little of his body was covered in this open sports hall, Charlotte's hands would find another muscle to exact pleasure on.

Finally, Alex felt the towel, which had been bunched up to strip of just a few centimetres, get removed. He realised he was completely naked in the room full of his peers. Charlotte's hands pressed firmly on his back as she whispered in his ear, "just relax. In a minute I'll turn you over then we'll do your front." Turn him over? Alex started to panic as he realised his semi erect cock would be fully visible if he flipped onto his back. He felt Charlotte's hands continue to roam around him, feeling the inside of his thigh, even up to his perineum. It was too much. He needed to talk to Charlotte. He started to his lift his head... suddenly he could see Jess laying on the table in front of him. She was completely naked, uncovered, her shapely legs slightly parted so he could easily see her oiled-up lips. Above her, Rachel stood using her strong arms to massage Jess's cute, pert, bare tits, rolling her pointy nipples between her fingers.

In a moment, Alex felt Charlotte's firm hand on his shoulder blades pushing him back to the table and his view was gone. "Please Alex, this is important to me, just trust me," Charlotte whispered in his ear. He remembered what she'd said about this counting towards her final grade. It was fine, he told himself. Everyone else in the room is in the same situation, he just needed to get through it. Charlotte asked him to flip over onto his back while she held a towel over his face so that he wouldn't be able to catch a glance of any of the other pairs. The image of Rachel caressing Jess's boobs hadn't left his mind though and it was having an unmistakeable effect on his cock as he tentatively shifted position.

"Thank you," Charlotte whispered sweetly in his ear. "Here's a little treat for doing so well." As she said this, Charlotte took Alex's hand and subtly fed it between the gaps in her wrapped dress. As his hand moved, Alex could feel the soft fabric of the lingerie he'd seen this morning. He felt the skin around her thighs and waist, his eyes still covered so that his imagination had to fill in the gaps. As his hands brushed across her centre, he felt a slight parting of the fabric. With a jolt he realised the panties were crotchless and while Charlottes left hand continued to massage his thigh, her right hand was guiding his, encouraging him to explore further. Alex's lust was boiling over as he ran a finger down Charlotte's wet folds. He lightly teased her clit, then slipped his finger inside her. He heard a short intake of breath and wondered how it must feel for her, getting surreptitiously fingered in a sports hall surrounded by her class.

Just then, Alex heard a click-clack of high heels fast approaching and quickly withdrew his wet finger and placed his hand back on the massage table. "Mm very good, Charlotte," Professor Hardwick said as she approached.

"Thank you, Professor."

"Make sure you're really getting into his quads with your fingers, like this," said the Professor as she leaned forwards and started to knead Alex's thigh. Alex was acutely aware of his gorgeous girlfriend on one side and her striking professor on the other, with his almost fully erect cock bobbing between them. Once the professor was satisfied that Charlotte's technique was up to scratch, she lifted her hands off his thigh. "I'm impressed, Charlotte. It looks like he's almost ready for the final phase." With this, she reached forward with one of her long nails and gently ran it up his shaft. "Move on whenever you feel ready."