Art Class

Billy had decided to take Art not because he had any talent at it, his creativity having never found a suitable outlet until now, but because he realized that he would be the only guy in the class and arty girls had a reputation for being creative, flakey and easy. As it turned out the first reputation was correct, the second less so, and the final one total BS, at least as far as Billy was concerned. That, however, was about to change.

Billy walked into the art room and saw Miss Patel, his teacher sitting on her desk as usual. He often wondered whether she had even needed to speak when interviewing for the position or whether the principal had thought she looked so arty she must be good. She was dressed in her usual hippy inspired outfit, patchwork skirt and top, ash blonde hair artistically mussed. In his fantasies Billy had always imagined that she went áu natural beneath that skirt and top and had an unkempt mane of blonde hair around her pussy. He might find out for sure today. She looked up and smiled at him, still convinced, as she had told his mother, that he was an artistic soul who had yet to find its talent.

Billy took the few moments as the rest of the class filed in around him to make Miss Patel see him in a new, sexy, light and wonder whether she could ‘free his talent’ by becoming his muse, in a highly sexual manner. He also gave her a new lesson plan.

“O.k.” said Miss Patel as people dragged seats toward her desk “today I was going to begin a unit on nude drawing.” Gasps and titters from the girls “However,” she continued “The model has called in sick, so we will need a volunteer to act in his place. Whoever volunteers will get credit for the unit without having to hand anything in. So do we have anyone willing to do this?”

She looked at Billy, who in turn looked around the room. He could volunteer or perhaps one of the girls should. Then again perhaps Miss Patel would be willing to volunteer if no-one else did.