I own this story. I wrote it myself. It is based off of my own sexual fantasy. All characters are over 18.
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I make my way into the cramped classroom, and my favorite smell hits me: dried paint and fresh canvas. This time, though, it's mixed with the smell of beer. It's the last day of our weekend art class and our fellow students are celebrating with some light drinking. Most students excitedly huddle around the instructor as he flips through our sketchbooks, praising our improvement.
"Mae! Glad you could make it," the instructor, James, says. "Put your sketchbook down on the table, we're doing peer reviews."
My face flushes as I clutch my book bag. "Oh, I'm not too sure about that..." My eyes dart to the faces staring at me. Most of these students are young, but experienced, artists, who wanted to help me, the beginner. I had only been in the class for a few months but I've made some nice friends here. Especially...
"Oh, Mae, you know we all love your work. Go ahead and show us!" Adam's usual confidence and enthusiasm makes my heart skip a beat and I smile at him, but I still can't show my peers what secrets my sketchbook held; especially not Adam.
James holds his hand up at him. "It's alright, Adam. If she doesn't want to, it's fine. She's our beginner, after all." I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thanks James, but I'll still show you guys a few drawings if you like." My friends cheer. I pull out a collection of life drawings from the street - people walking dogs, cars and taxis, interesting architecture.
"I love the detail on those buildings, Mae!" one of my friends say.
"And the dogs, so cute!"
"Hey, you're getting better at drawing cars!"
"Thank you guys!" I look down at my feet, blushing at the praise.
"I think you're one of our biggest improvers, Mae!" James says. He gleefully high-fives me.
I recollect my drawings and I'm putting them back in my bag when I hear Adam's smooth, low voice in my ear. "You're so talented, Mae. I really admire you." I feel a gust of his breath on my neck and it sends chills down my spine and dirty thoughts into my mind. I turn around so we're face-to-face.
"Thank you, Adam...you're really talented too." I tuck a fly away hair behind my ear.
Several hours pass. Some students started to get tipsy, so the alcohol was taken away. Adam is sitting next to me, his words bubbling with beer and charisma. I laugh at his giddyness.
"Mae, let me tell you...you have the prettiest hair. It's like, a chocolate waterfall," Adam slurs, and hiccups. I giggle and bite my lip. He's too cute! "Alright, I know I'm a little drunk, but I'm gonna try to draw you, okay?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that-" but he cuts me off with a finger against my mouth. I like the feeling of his skin on my lips, and it brings up my blushing again.
He starts sketching away like a professional. I continue my own work, smiling.
"Keep smiling. It suits you." After a measley ten minutes, the picture is produced.
"Oh, Adam, it's gorgeous!" I exclaim. It's a side profile of me, smiling, with my hair falling over my shoulders and down my back, but my shirt looks a bit too tight. "I'm not sure if my boobs are that big, though," I say, laughing.
"Hey, I draw what I see," Adam replies, winking. I feel hot.
About another hour has passed and most people have left, including James, leaving the remaining few with an open classroom. We said our goodbyes to our friends until next semester. The alcohol is wearing off on Adam, but his charisma is still charming me.
"How have you and that girl been?" I ask him. Secretly, I hope they're not doing well.
"Oh, we're not doing well," Adam says. I bite my tongue to hold back a smile. "She's being quite the asshole, ignoring my texts and stuff. And she's seeing other guys too. I guess she thought this was an open relationship."
"You deserve better, Adam," I tell him. You're sweet and kind and amiable, I mean it. If she just wants sex, she can look somewhere else."
He sits back in his chair, hands resting in his pockets, torso laid out. "Damn, I guess you're right."
The last other person in the room gets up and starts to leave, an elderly woman. She's having trouble bending down to pick up her bags.
"Let me help you with that!" I call out, getting up from my seat. I walk over to her, pick her bags up, and hand them to her.
"Oh, you're such a darling," she says. "You'll be here next semester, right?"
"I'll try!" I smile, and I wave goodbye to her as she leaves the room and the door closes behind her. Only me and Adam are left.
I turn back and walk to my desk when I see Adam flipping through my sketchbook. "Hey!" I shout. "I didn't tell you to look through that!"
He smiles above the paper, his eyes seducing me. I can't be mad at him.
"These are some...interesting drawings, Mae," he says, turning the sketchbook around to show me. The page is covered in hot, smutty sex scenes from my imagination. He's smirking and raises an eyebrow, but he's blushing as hard as I am.
"Anatomy practice." I say, with the straightest face I can manage.
"Normally, anatomy drawings are just one singular person, not a couple. And they're usually not fucking against a wall." He starts laughing.
I snatch the sketchbook away from him. "Alright, alright, sometimes I need to...let off steam. This is how I deal with my sexual frustration."
He shrugs. "Hey, if I were as skilled as you, I'd use my own drawings to jack myself off. No judgement." He's smirking again.
We sit back down, but this time he's leaning into me, lowering his voice. "Now...what do you mean by, 'sexual frustration,' exactly?"
I sigh deeply. "I've never really had good, passionate sex. Just one night stands and hook ups." I turn my face away from him now. "I bet sex is way better if you actually have feelings for the person."
"Do you have feelings for me?" His question catches me off guard. My heart is pounding against my ribcage now, and blood is rushing to my cheeks.
"Adam, you're such a great guy, always helping me, complimenting me..." I breathe deeply, ready for the confession. "Yes, I do have a crush on you. Big time."
"I feel the same way about you," he says. My head is light and I feel like I'm floating. "You're so compassionate, selfless, and it's rare to meet someone like that nowadays."
We stare at each other, eyes wide. But it only lasts for a second. We lean in for the kiss, and our lips match perfectly. I feel like I'm walking on air. This is actually happening! I'm kissing someone I actually like! His lips are warm and soft, sending waves of pleasure from my lips down to my neck. He runs his hands through my hair, softly playing with it.
After what seems like an eternity, we back away and stare at each other again.
"Holy shit," I say, breathless. "I really like you."
"You finally found someone you actually like, huh?" He says, smiling.
"I can't imagine what the sex must be like," I blurt out without thinking.
"Oh, baby, I'm already imagining it." He bites his lip and kisses me again.
Now, this kiss hot and passionate. His thick tongue slides into my mouth, and I slide into his. He tastes like beer and mint. His hands move from my hair, down my back, and to my ass. He grabs it with both hands, and I moan into his open mouth. Seeing the opportunity, he bites my lip, and I let out a little yelp.
"I'm sorry, babygirl," he says. "Too rough?"
I get up and push him onto the table. I have to let him know what kind of woman I really am underneath the shy girl guise. "I like it fucking rough." His eyes are wide, and his hard dick is outlined in his jeans.
I crawl onto him, flipping my hair. I've never felt sexier.
"Are you sure we should do this?" He asks. His charisma is being replaced with nervousness. It's adorable, but I have to stop and ask.
"What's stopping you? Is something wrong?" I question.
"That girl I'm seeing," he says, sighing. "Aren't I technically cheating on her?"
"Isn't she technically an asshole who's only using you for sex, and cheating on you?" I say back. "Whereas I, on the other hand, want both your sweet personality, and your sweet, sweet dick." I slide my hands into my pants, and feel his erection over his briefs.
