It was a day after school, and I was meant to be catching up on some of my artwork that I had fallen behind in due to a few distractions in class, of the female kind, who I thought deserved my attention far more then my canvass.
However, my appreciation for them was always been kept in my head, and they would only be able to suspect any form of lust or desire I had for them since I wasn't about to make it known.
But now I was paying for my tardiness, and was in class after school with the teacher and two other pupils. I stared dejectedly at my painting; I knew I should be working on it at the pace of the two other pupils in the class, both guys, one called Jeff and the other Ted. Everyone in the art class got on well, so we would talk here and then, but we soon be hushed by the teacher who was busy trying to grade some papers.
It was times like these that I was reminded of the other obvious distraction that was not helping my art at all – Mrs. Simon. Recently married, young, friendly but firm and sexy enough to be the subject of many of her pupils' fantasies. Slightly on the short side, shoulder length blonde hair, big eyes and a tight body with firm, large breasts and small ass.
When her voice reminded us to keep it down, I always turned around and let my eyes linger for a little on her body and face as she graded the papers ignorant of my desire. I could not afford to keep looking for too long, as our desks faced away from hers at the back of the class, and should she look up my attentions would be easily noticed.
An hour passed, and Jeff decided that he had caught up enough work for the day and though Ted had not, he had gotten bored and decided to leave as well. I decided to follow his lead and was going to leave too, but Mrs. Simons asked to see how much work I had done before I left. I knew I was going to have to stay, as I hardly got anything done during the hour.
'I'm afraid you're going to have to do a little more work then that if you plan on leaving' she said to me while looking at my painting. I was at her desk and a lot closer now, and I was able to see much more of her on a more personal level. Her top was orange and tight, and realized she must not be wearing a bra. I tried to see what kind of pants or skirt she was wearing, but couldn't because of the desk.
'How are you getting home? Do you have a lift waiting?' she asked, and I thought about lying and saying I did in order to get out of here, but realized that I'd be able to get in a little more looking done if I stayed, and we'd be alone too, not that I thought anything would happen, but at least no one else would notice me looking at her body all the time.
'I'm walking,' I answered, 'So I guess I could probably stay for a little longer.'
'Good, it'll be in your best interests if you get some more of this done, it's looking really good so far,' she added.
'Okay, I'll put in another hour or two if I can,' I replied.
