Art Is My Favorite Class

Hey Readers,

Here is the promised Chapter 5. Thanks a million to Bry1977 for helping me with the editing. I hope you all enjoy this newest addition to the story!

~NaughtyPaladin

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Chapter 5

Cindy had been happy when she left, promising she wouldn't tell anyone about this modeling opportunity. I hoped she would keep her promise and come back for a second round. Her pussy was too good to just be one and done.

Sarah seemed pleased for some reason. I wonder if she realized she had just thrown her friend to her roommate... who if I was being honest, was being a bit of a sexual predator. I mean, my premise for getting into their panties and filling their hot bodies with cum only worked because they were incredibly naive and gullible.

"It was really fun watching you do your thing with her." Sarah finally declared. "I feel better now. If you were like, trying to fake it, no way Cindy would have let you do that."

Was that what that was? A test? You took your equally naive and gullible friend, gave me credibility by saying I was a professional, then threw her to me and encouraged her to do everything thinking somehow that her even less experienced friend would see through me?

"Yep. I am as legit as legit can be," I laughed trying not to sound as awkward as I felt.

"Um... Now that we've settled that... Can I set up one of those hot tub parties we talked about?" Sarah asked excitedly.

My gut twisted, but this was how I'd decided to weed out girls who might call me out. I wouldn't be trying to just fuck her friends in the hot tub. My teenage hormones screamed, "Heck yeah! Babes in bikinis in the hot tub!", but what was there of my adult judgment was worried.

"Sure. Go for it," My horny brain said before I could think otherwise.

"Yay!" Sarah squealed. "Maybe Erica can bring drinks!"

She pulled out her phone and plopped on the couch and started shooting off texts.

"Um, how many friends are you gonna invite?" I asked nervously.

Sarah cocked her head to the side, "Well, we can usually fit about eight people in the tub... so seven? Wait, then you couldn't be there too... So six?"

Six girls... in a hot tub... fuck, I was gonna be pitching a tent hard. Especially if they were in bikinis.

Something about the way girls Sarah's age seemed to try to make it a contest to see how little fabric their bikini could be made of before they chickened out, or got in trouble for public indecency, made me as hard as they were probably trying to make me.

Sarah's phone was chiming and clicking as she typed out the messages. I could tell from the smug way her face glowed that it was going well.

"Alright! It's done! Tomorrow evening will be our first, secret audition pool party!" Sarah proclaimed, "Totes excite!"

I was reminded of Sarah's major flaw, her maturity and intelligence, or lack thereof.

"You weren't... special needs growing up, were you?" I asked cautiously.

Sarah huffed.

"Why does everybody ask that?" She demanded. "For the hundredth time, no! Mom and dad had me tested, like ten times, just to prove how smart I was, and I was too smart for the programs then and I'm just too smart for people now!"

"Sorry, I guess that came out wrong." I scrambled trying to salvage this. "I meant special... like the programs for gifted kids... advanced placement and such."

Sarah seemed taken aback, "Oh! No... They were too much work. Why would I take extra tests to get into something like that? I didn't even like taking the tests for my normal classes."

Crisis averted. Her initial affront had turned into an almost coy, flattered expression. It was nearly impossible to believe that anyone would think Sarah belonged in an advanced placement program, but she seemed to lack a single concept that someone might try and pull a fast one on her like that.

She hummed happily as she went about her day. Spending a fair amount of time on her phone, then just as long in her homemade gym.

"Why did you make this little gym here?" I mused when I checked on her and found her doing yoga, her face almost pressed into the floor and her knees pulled up by her chest meaning her tight, fit butt was pointed straight at me as I walked through the door. "I mean, you could clearly get a membership at a gym."

"I didn't like the gyms." Sarah admitted. "They seemed to make up rules every time I came. And every time, when they started making rules about which underwear you could wear... or worse, that you couldn't wear any! ... sometimes the guys didn't even work there... or at least, I don't think they did.... But anyway, after that kept happening, I decided I'd just make a gym in my house!" She concluded happily.

Man, I'm surprised she was still a virgin for me. All it would've taken was a guy convincing her the proper way to stretch before yoga was taking a dick up her pussy and she'd have been toast. She probably wouldn't have figured out something was up until she got pregnant or something.

As much as I wanted to ogle her ass, or try and get those shorts off for some fun, I had work to do.

I spent most of the day editing the video of Cindy and posting it. My favorite was making it so it ended just as Cindy said, "This is the best feeling in the world" and making it look like she said that because of the giant glob of cum leaking out of her pussy. I had to find good stills to set up for cheap to tease the video, after all, I wanted people to pay for the full video, but I put the price just as high as I had for Sarah.

Checking on Sarah's video I was shocked once again to see how many people were paying to see her get fucked for the first time. I wondered if it was the fact that she was a virgin, the fact that she had the lanky, wiry body of an Amazonian sex goddess, or the clear reluctance she had that gave her an authentic innocence that was impossible to fake, but whatever it was, people seemed to love the video. With the amount of free porn available on the internet I could not conceive of a single reason someone would pay the prices I was charging, but the video had hundreds of people paying to watch it. I'd thought it would die down, but we were quickly approaching the thousand mark of people who were paying to watch the video.

If Cindy's video did half as well...

Hey, I wouldn't have to work while going to school at this rate, unless you counted fucking girls while videoing it as work. I certainly didn't. The editing... that... that was work... but on the whole this was fabulous.

I noticed that there was a charge for every time I transferred the money people were paying for the pictures and videos I was posting to my bank account, so I decided to wait a few more days before doing another transfer. I had plenty of money in my bank right now.

Sarah and I had dinner before bed. Sarah's cooking still didn't disappoint. She made some fancy pasta with chicken and a green leafy veggie that I thought might be kale, but I'd never really had kale before, so I wasn't sure and I didn't want to seem stupid by asking.

"So when is this pool party going to be?" I asked.

"Tomorrow after the girls get off work." Sarah declared.

Good, that would give me plenty of time to recover from today. I'd fucked Sarah this morning, and Cindy in the afternoon. For someone who had been a virgin, that was like fucking Christmas! Part of me said that there was no way this would keep going, but the head between my legs was doing way too much of my thinking right now. I'd only been here two days and I'd managed to get inside Sarah's pussy and she'd basically thrown her friend's pussy at me. There was no way this could keep going and not blow up in my face.

I had five days until my first classes started. My mom and dad had helped me get my books for my first semester, so I was pretty much ready to go. I'd need to make sure my classes went well, and this wasn't going to help, right?

Then again, if I continued to get videos and pictures and they kept bringing in the money... I wouldn't have to get a job, and that would free me up to spend all my time on my school work. So as long as I could keep getting pictures and videos, and people kept paying for them, I'd be sitting pretty going into college.

I struggled with the anxiety and worry that I was making a terrible decision, and turned in early. I didn't even get up to peep on Sarah when she took a shower before bed.

I dreamed of getting kicked out, living on the street and getting kicked out of school. My life spiraled out of control in my dream as I struggled to regain control and faceless cops and lawyers dogged my steps. I woke up in a cold sweat.

I took a shower and stood in the hot water trying to figure out what to do. Why were real decisions so hard?

Theoretically, the answer was simple: Stop taking advantage of these stupid girls and work for an honest day's pay through college. That seemed to be the obvious answer...

But Sarah seemed so happy to 'model' again, even if she didn't care what the pictures were used for... And Cindy was definitely happy when she left, so was I REALLY taking advantage of them? Or were they taking advantage of me for an ego boost and quick orgasms? I was just getting proper compensation for helping them...

Nope, that was dumb. I couldn't just explain this away. I was taking advantage of their naivety, but at least I wasn't being cruel with it. Both Sarah and Cindy had enjoyed their experiences and while they didn't know that I was selling their videos online, they had said they didn't care what I did with the produced images and media. They would probably be mad if they knew I was selling access to the videos online... Okay, they were almost guaranteed to be pissed about it. But I did show Sarah pictures online of 'models', okay pornstars, and she then gave me permission to do what I wanted, so her consent there could be assumed. Cindy was a bit tricker.

I finally got tired of standing in the water, got out and dressed. I found my swim trunks because regardless of whether or not I did anything afterward, there was going to be a hot tub party. I pulled on a shirt to wear until the pool got involved. I wasn't super fit, but I wasn't fat or anything. If anything I was a bit of a twig, though I liked to think I had too much muscle to really be qualified as a twig. Regardless, I wasn't scared to go shirtless, though if the girls were hot enough that might change.

I came downstairs.

"You took your time," Sarah teased from the kitchen.

I swallowed as I walked in. Sarah didn't bother wearing shorts or pants over her swimsuit's bottom, a skinny, green, bikini bottom, not a tiny g-string or anything, but a speedo style bottom small enough to induce some stiffness in my pants. The evident crease of her ass was magnetic to my eyes. Having seen her naked, and fucked her, did nothing to reduce the appeal of the amazonian paragon of sexual appeal.

"Yeah, I... I, er, enjoyed my shower." I excused myself.

"Yeah, I started eggs for you when I heard the shower stop. Luckily, you didn't take as long to get dressed as you did with your shower." Sarah teased, turning around with a plate with eggs, and toast.

The hypnotic image of her butt no longer trapping my gaze, I got to look at the rest of her outfit. Her shirt was a t-shirt, with ties of a swim top wrapping around her neck out of its collar. The top was not as supportive as a bra and her breasts jiggled nicely as she moved. The food looked great, and I tore my eyes from her tits and took the food to the table and started eating. I wasn't sure what she seasoned the eggs with, but it was good.

"Now, you have to help me clean and prep the tub." Sarah demanded.

I couldn't really complain. Especially when we stepped out the backdoor and Sarah tossed off her t-shirt. Her top covered her tits well enough, though her nipples could be seen easily through the thin fabric. The lower tie wrapped around her back just below her tits and and the upper tie wrapped around her neck, leaving her back mostly exposed. It didn't matter how many times I saw her naked, I really loved seeing her in a skimpy swimsuit or sexy underwear.

"Oh, good!" She cheered as she took the cover off. "The new cover doesn't leak! Before I replaced it, this green slim would grow between every time I used the pool. But thank goodness the new cover is working."

"That's great!" I chuckled. "Does that mean it's good to go?"

"Well, it takes at least a few hours to heat up, and I want to check all the jets and it looks like it needs some more water." Sarah explained, hopping in. "Oh gosh, it is cold."

Sarah started giving me directions, having me plug in the power, and manage the control buttons as she checked the jets.

"Great!" She declared. "It's working. None of the jets are clogged, and there's none of the green slime!"

Algae. Yeah, algae could cause issues if she wasn't chlorinating the pool, which I was surprised she wasn't.

She had me fetch a hose from her shed and connect it to her spigot to start topping off the tub. There was only a bit of water missing, and seeing Sarah moving around I guessed it was just enough water to have been splashed out after the last party. It only took about half an hour to fill up.

"Alright, that should be good, we can put the cover back on and let it heat up," Sarah happily declared, hopping out of the pool.

"Oh shoot," Sarah snapped. "Go grab me a towel. They're in the first closet in the hall."

I brought her a towel, and she dried off and put her shirt back on, while the next couple of hours were filled by Sarah making me vacuum and clean the entire house alongside her to get ready for the party. We finished up about an hour before the party. Which gave the two of us a chance to relax until there was a knock on the door.

The first two girls to show up were a fun duo. The first one was just an average sized young lady, probably 5' 6", with Brown eyes, bleached blond hair, with the light brown skin of a Latina. She had smaller breasts, probably B-cup sized, and was fit and wiry with a tiny tight ass, which unfortunately didn't give her much in the way of hips, but she was still an appealing babe. The second girl was halfway between the average girl and Sarah's 6' 2", probably right around 5' 10". This second girl had dark tan, but Caucasian skin, green eyes, and brown hair. Her assets were far more developed than the smaller girl, with nice D-cup breasts, and a fit round butt. Both girls were wearing shorts and loose t-shirts probably to cover their swimsuits.

"Hey-ah!" The first girl greeted Sarah, bouncing in to hug her friend.

"Rita! Monica! Glad you could make it!" Sarah giggled, hugging first Rita then Monica.

Monica crossed her arms under her sizable breasts and scowled in my direction. "Who's the dude?"

"Oh, this... this is Pete, Peter." Sarah informed her friend. "He's been a friend of mine for... well, a long time. His mom and my mom are, like, best friends."

"And you've never even mentioned him... why?" Monica demanded.

"Because I don't have to tell you everything, gosh," Sarah snapped back. "You haven't told me about any of your cousins, or aunts, or uncles, or family friends... So what? We can still be friends."

Monica relaxed a touch, "Okay, okay... So, what's he doing here?"

Sarah smirked, "He's going to be living here with me for a bit. He's here for... his career."

I glanced at her. For a second I wondered why she didn't just say I was here for school, but then I realized she was still setting up to tell her friends I was a professional photographer. Dang, she was really committed to this, or she really wanted her friends to go under my camera lens and submit to my dick like she had. Who knows what was going on in her head.

"Career? What's he do?" Monica asked, looking my eighteen year-old ass over with doubt.

"Come on," Sarah groaned. "We're here to have fun, not interrogate my friend."

Monica went to press on, but was interrupted by another girl showing up.

"Heyyyyyy!" The new girl called, walking up to the still open door with her arms weighed down with a couple of cases of wine coolers.

"Erica! You brought the drinks!" Sarah squealed.

Erica was a maybe 5'1" Asian girl, with normal black hair and brown eyes. Her breasts were even less well endowed than Rita's, with a tiny ass that barely filled her tight, black shorts. Her white tank top showed the straps of her pink swim top.

Despite lacking breasts and a booty, Erica's petite frame was still freaking appealing. I bet she didn't even weigh a hundred pounds. I could lift her and hold her in all sorts of positions for a crazy fuck session. (Hey, I'd seen enough porn to know about that stuff!)

Dang. I never had problems this bad thinking about women like this, but having started fucking Sarah and getting Cindy thrown at me like that seemed to have changed things. I could almost imagine the three girls naked, and how they'd look with my cock buried in their pussies.

Erica's arrival distracted Monica from her interrogation and Monica got excited taking the drinks from the tiny girl. She took them to the fridge, and Sarah pulled out a cooler that Monica moved the drinks into as Sarah dumped all the ice from the freezer into the cooler.

I was used to being invisible to women, so I just sat quietly on the couch, letting Erica and Rita catch up. With the exception of a few glances as they whispered quietly between them, Erica and Rita ignored me. It was nothing new to me. I'd been overlooked by girls most of my life.

I pulled out my phone and started checking my email for anything about my school. There wasn't anything of interest, so I did what I usually did, I pretended to be absorbed in my phone as I listened to what the girls thought I wouldn't hear.

Their conversation wasn't particularly inspiring, I'd clearly missed the pleasantries, and now they were on to other things. Rita was excited for an upcoming band tour of a band I wasn't familiar with, and Erica was lamenting that her J-pop bands hardly ever came to the US on tour. Then they started talking about what some celeb had worn at some event that completely shocked people, something about how it was too revealing or something.

"But I guess that's how fashion's going!" Rita whispered, "I mean, it's been a few years since that singer went on that late night show wearing just those 'Pasties' stickers on her nipples, she almost started a thing with others doing it, and it seems like it might come back."

"Oh, please no!" Erica lamented. "It's great for girls who have them, but what about us? No one wants to see us in something like that."

"Speak for yourself." Rita snapped back angrily, "I have enough to show off."

"Yeah, but you look as flat as I am next to Monica." Erica retorted, clearly miffed at the jab.

"Okay, but how does she have those? She plays volleyball and works out, how does she manage to lose fat everywhere but her boobs and ass. It isn't fair." Rita griped.

"Tell me about it. I can't get anything to grow like it's supposed to. Mom says I'm just a late bloomer, but come on! We're both 21 and while sure, you're bigger than me, we both have nothing compared to Monica, Sandy, and Jess. Mary may not have an ass, but at least she has boobs." Erica moaned.

"It wouldn't be so bad if Jess didn't rub it in our faces that she has a man," Rita pouted. "Their relationship hardly even counts. Long distance relationships are bullshit. I bet she hasn't even seen him in months."

"Oh, but he's seen her, I'm sure," Erica retorted, rolling her eyes. "She says they exchange nudes all the time. I'm not sure I'd let a boyfriend have pictures of me naked."

"Why? If you break up and he posts them, couldn't you call the cops on him?" Rita dismissed.