Art Class
I squirm in my seat, trying to keep my mind on the senior class biology lecture, but all I can think of is the art class that is next. I'm seventeen years old, and my hormones are running high. My pussy is already dripping at the thought of seeing my friend with benefits in the next class. My left hand goes under my miniskirt, fingering my pussy through my panties behind the heavy table that hides me from sight while I take notes.
The bell rings, and I jump up, gather my papers, stuff them in my book, get my pen, and head to my locker.
On the way, wolf whistles greet me when the class of 1984 jocks see my skimpy outfit and my legs encased in sheer leggings ending in high wedgies. I ignore them because I'm not interested in jocks, and I graduate before they do. I have more interesting things on my mind.
Only having five minutes to get to art class, I quickly open the lock on my locker, shove the biology book inside, grab my sketchbook, and slam the door.
Practically running out the door and across the grass to the back of the gym, I enter the small art room and drop into my seat just before the bell rings. Mr. Pratt looks up from the 8-tracks and asks, “What should we listen to today?”
Without hesitation, I answer in unison with the other seven class students, “ZZ Top.”
He slides in the tape and turns up the volume.
I see that the dais opposite the door has been set up with the antique wooden chair from his desk.
“Dennis, you're our model today,” he says. “Just sit back and relax how you usually sit.”
The class laughs, knowing his usual laid-back splayed-leg posture, and my pussy drips more, getting my panties wetter, for Dennis is my friend with benefits and I know what's under those tight black jeans he wears. He's a year older than I am but in my grade at school.
I set up my easel, tear out a piece of paper, and clip it on the easel. Pulling up my chair, I start sketching surely.
As I sketch, my mind wanders to my after-school adventure with Dennis the day before.
Dennis’s mom works late in the next town, and the rule at my house, like many in town, is “be home when the streetlights come on.” Since it is October, we have quite a bit of time after school before I have to be home, and Mrs. Kyle won't be home until around six.
Dennis’s house is a quick 5-minute walk from school, and we start kissing as soon as we get in the door and lock it. Taking me by the hand, Dennis leads me down the now-familiar hall to his bedroom where he has a queen-size waterbed.
We quickly strip off our clothes and climb onto the bed. Getting into a sixty-nine position, with me on top, I take his cock in my mouth while he goes to work licking my clit and pussy. Soon he inserts two fingers in my pussy, and I cum hard, and I lift my head as I scream my pleasure. Dennis doesn't stop, and I lower my head to his silky hard cock to continue giving him head. I am startled when I feel a finger on my star, but it feels so good that I don't stop him.
“Stop, before I cum,” I hear him say. “I have something else in mind. Roll over.
I hear him reach under the bed for the bottle of baby oil, and he straddles my ass, rubbing his cock between my cheeks and giving me a back massage. I relax, but I'm getting more excited by the minute as he slowly works his way towards my ass. He pours more baby oil on himself, letting it run down on my asshole. He leans over and, nibbling on my ear, he says, “I'm going to give you anal. This way we don't have to use a condom, which I know you hate, and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant.
“I'm not sure about this,” I reply.
“Just relax,” he answers. Moving down, he rubs more baby oil into my butt, causing my pussy to tingle and my legs to open. His fingers enter my pussy and his thumb caresses my asshole, making me moan in pleasure. He continues finger-fucking me until I cum, then pushes his thumb into my ass. I cum again.
He withdraws his thumb, and I feel more oil dripping onto me, then his hard cock at the entrance to my ass. “Just relax,” he says as he continues to caress and massage my buttocks. He leans forward and massages my upper back again, and I feel his cock enter my ass, filling me in a way I have never before felt.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I moan. “I want more.”
Dennis starts stroking, pushing his cock deeper and deeper each time, until he was balls-deep in my ass. I lift up my head and reach my hands up under me to pinch and roll my nipples between my fingers. I cum hard on his cock.
“I can't last much longer, babe,” he says, lifting my ass up so I'm on my hands and knees. He slams into me over and over. I scream as I cum again, and feel him squirting his seed deep in my ass as he pushes in one last time and stops, letting all his cum drain out of his balls.
We roll over, exhausted, and fall asleep.
We nap for about 15 minutes, then get up and take a quick shower before dressing. Dennis gives me a deep kiss and says, "Thanks, babe, for a wonderful time.”
“My pleasure,” I reply. He knows that though we're not heart -mates, we're very sexually compatible and I'm always willing to have a good time with him.
I go home to a nice dinner and sweet dreams after I do my homework.
Mr. Pratt comes up behind me. “I didn't say this was a nude sketching session,” he says, startling me. He unpins the sketch on my easel and hands me the paper while the class laughs. My ears burn, and my cheeks turn red in embarrassment. “Start over,” Mr. Pratt says.
I wad up the sketch, throw it at Dennis, and clip a new piece of paper to the easel. This time I try harder to keep my mind on what I am drawing, and I make a fairly credible sketch of Dennis, as he's posing, before the bell rings and lets me off the hook.
I take my time removing the paper and closing the easel because I know this is the last class of the day.
Mr. Pratt ejects the tape and shuts off the stereo. Dennis’s hand brushes my ass under my miniskirt, and he whispers in my ear as we go, “Do you want a repeat of yesterday?” I just nod, and we head to his house again.
