Extra Credit

Vanessa quickly headed for the door. Following behind John noticed Wentworth looking at her enlarged chest. He held his breath as he passed his teacher who leered at him with contempt but didn’t stop or say anything to him.

As expected, the majority of students gravitated towards their friends before heading to the exit to gain freedom from the confines of school. Some took their time, not wanting to get swept up in the stampede, and others readied themselves to go to after-school clubs.

John hadn’t ever gone to an after-school club; he’d usually either used the crowd as cover in order to avoid Frank or tried waiting until Frank was bored of waiting, though Frank and his jock crew managed to single him out more often than John liked. Today, however, he was heading in the other direction, back to June’s art studio. He entered the classroom and saw his gorgeous teacher hunkered over the classroom sink.

“Hey June,” he smiled, “need a hand with that?”

June spun around, paint on her face and hands full of brushes. “John, I’m glad you made it, and sure, I’d love a little help. I’m just cleaning the brushes off since my last class seemed to lack any understanding of how maintaining your art supplies works.”

John laughed and walked over, taking some of the brushes from her. “Not like it’s hard to do, just use some odourless paint thinner, shake it off, then… beat the devil out of it!” he chuckled as he rapidly slapped the paintbrush against the edges of one of the easels.

June chuckled. “It sounds like someone had fun with the joy of painting.”

A voice from behind the two made them jump slightly, “Oh, I love Bob Ross, his show is one of the reasons I enjoy landscape artwork, and it’s always super relaxing listening to him.”

The two turned to see the shy green-haired Alison, who began blushing the moment John and June both looked back at her.

“Alison, I’m glad you’re here. Would you mind giving us a hand to clear up? Once this is all done, we can move on to what I have in mind.” June smiled.

Alison nodded meekly and walked over; the three of them cleaned brushes, wiped down the surfaces and organised the paints and other mediums that had been carelessly tossed into the storeroom.

“Thanks a lot, you’re both such sweethearts.” She placed her hand on his shoulder and lightly stroked it with her thumb before turning to regard both him and Alison. “So this might possibly be slightly unprofessional as your teacher, but I was hoping the two of you wouldn’t mind joining me at my home studio. I think it would be a more relaxing environment. In addition, I have much higher quality art supplies that I wouldn’t dream of allowing most students to touch. Obviously, if you find that uncomfortable, I will adjust what we will do today.”

“Yeah, that’s okay with me,” John spoke first, smiling, though still unsure what June had planned. He turned to look at Alison.

She’d slowly gravitated towards the door and stood awkwardly as if she wasn’t sure where to stand or how to stand in a relaxed posture. “I-I, uhm, al-alright,” she stuttered.

’I really feel bad for her when she struggles, she seems to be okay sometimes though,’ John thought.

“Right then, lovelies, let’s get off together shall we?” June said innocently, though she winked at John, whose face reddened.

The hallways were devoid of anyone now, students and teachers alike. People were either gone for the day, in a club, or in the case of teachers, in their classrooms grading, prepping lessons or, as John liked to imagine, ‘plugged into an outlet to recharge for the next day’.

June led the two through the school and to a side exit used by teachers to get to the staff car park. Seeing June’s car for the first time, Alison rushed over as soon as it was in view and walked around it, taking in every image or pattern painted or drawn across the metal.

June chuckled. “I thought you might like the paint job. Once you’ve finished taking a look, we can head to my place and I can show you more of my art if you are interested.”

Alison’s eyes lit up a little at the thought of seeing her teacher’s artwork. When everyone was in the car, June set off. Unfortunately, the car was dead silent and John felt too awkward to start any kind of conversation. Instead, he decided to check out Alison’s updated Observe sheet.

Name: Alison Clark

Title: Artist | Class: Student | Guild: N/A
Level: 4 | Age: 18 | Gender: F | Race: Human
Body type: Slim | Height (cm): 156 | Breast size: C
RP: 87 | Sex: N/A | Relationship Status: Single
Current Mood: Self-Conscious, Nervous, Excited

Character Info:

Alison is part of an artistic family, her mother and father are both involved in art for their work, and her mother expects that Alison will follow her footsteps into the fashion industry.
Alison hates the idea of being constricted to clothing design. Not that she dislikes it, but Alison would much rather travel to new places and capture the beauty of nature in a variety of different mediums.
Vanessa is like a sister to her and she wishes that Vanessa would show her ****, softer side to people.

Opinion:

Guilty for being the reason you are bullied and feels helpless at the fact she can’t do anything to stop it.
For the short time in middle school that Vanessa wasn’t around, you were the only one who was nice and helped her while other students either teased her because of her stutter or completely avoided her knowing that the moment Vanessa came hell would break loose.

Something in the last paragraph knocked a few memories loose and he had flashbacks to when Vanessa had come to middle school after the first week. Every last person who had teased Alison ended up either getting a beating or their parents suffered due to Vanessa’s family having a lot of power over businesses throughout Springfield. Of course, once Vanessa had her ****, John became the more permanent target.

Thinking about that, it was probably the only thing John could think of that Vanessa had ever done for someone else without expecting anything back. He looked at the meek girl fidgeting next to him. ’Might sound dumb, but thinking about it, if I was given the chance to have Vanessa removed from school or something, now I think I’d turn it down because Alison would have probably gotten it worse and I’ve managed to deal with it,’ he thought absentmindedly.

John’s attention was snapped up as June cleared her throat. “So… I have found the best way to get comfortable with people is to ask uncomfortable questions. For instance, are you a virgin? John?”

John’s face began to burn as he became red. “W-what, you can’t ask something like that.”

“Why? You shy? It’s just a question, it’s not a big deal. It may or may not shock you to find out I was actually in my early twenties when I lost my virginity. I bumped into my old university roommate and in her words ‘I’d grown into my body way too much to still be a shy nerdy virgin’. She managed to sweet-talk her way into my apartment and our clothes were off before the lock had even been turned. In a lot of ways, I’m extremely glad it was with her. Despite her gothic appearance, she was extremely tender and patient with me. Anyway, enough about me. Come on, dish!” June babbled.

John felt his anxiety spiking but took a deep breath trying to ignore it. “I… no, I’m not a virgin. I, er... we did it in a public place, it wasn’t planned, it just happened…”

“Oh, naughty. How about you, Alison? Don’t worry, no one here’s about to judge you, and if you’d rather not say, that’s okay too,” June said with a soft, kind voice.

“Hey! How come I had to say and you’re saying that it’s alright if Alison doesn’t?” John complained.

“Because she’s a girl, she might not be comfortable with sharing that information. Not only that, she’s much shyer than you are.” June smiled.

Looking over at Alison, she was shifting uncomfortably and her face seemed a little strained. “I-I haven’t ha-h-done i-it.” Once she managed to get her words out, her hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her face was flush, and she had her head locked down towards her skirt.

John reached his hand over and placed it over Alison’s, making her stiffen. “Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed or anything about that. Sex isn’t something that you should be ashamed of whether you have or haven’t done it.”

“I couldn’t have said it any better myself; I hope that when or if you ever do decide to have sex, that you find a partner that is attentive to your needs and wants,” June added while staring John in the eyes. “Okay, how about... have you ever been attracted or had fantasies of someone the same sex as you? Or do you think you could ever be intimate with someone of the same sex?”

“Nope, I’m pretty firm in my sexuality. I don’t see any problems with people being gay or even just being curious, but it’s not something I am interested in personally,” John answered plainly.

John looked over at Alison, who was silent. Her hair had moved over her face so that he couldn’t see her. She fidgeted with her skirt for a moment before weakly answering, “I h-ha-haven’t thought about it b-before, I d-don’t think s-ss-so.”

“Well, I already told you about my first time, but I’m not strictly into girls. I’ve actually had a couple of boyfriends and girlfriends, even at the same time actually, not for a long time, though. So how do you guys feel about open relationships?” June asked, giving a sly smile to John in the rearview mirror. “John?”

“I, um... as long as you trust the person it’s fine... I think,” John half-choked feeling like he was about to be caught out on a lie or questioned by a disappointed parent.

“Hey, it’s alright to have a different opinion, Alison. If you think a relationship is something that just two people should share, that is a valid mentality,” June reassured, bringing Alison out of her silence.

“I ha-h-haven’t b-been in a relationship bef-fore, s-so I’m just nn-not sure. I g-guess it wou-would depend on t-the person, I’m w-wi-with,” Alison stammered, seemingly more comfortable with this question than the previous ones, though not comfortable enough to bring her eye line back up from her skirt.

June let out a soft laugh. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure when and if you meet a guy or girl you like, you can talk about it. Speaking of, anyone either of you has eyes on?”

John fell silent, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He assumed this might be June trying to help him find out if Alison liked him or not, but that was something he already had an answer to.

The car was deathly silent. John didn’t want to say anything and Alison was similarly silent. Soon enough though, June pulled into her drive. “I guess we aren’t getting any more intimate details then? Well, hopefully with that kind of questioning out of the way, you might be a little less tense.”

June parked her car outside and led the two into her house; John had already been here so he wasn’t blown away like Alison was.

She was almost spinning looking around, not only at the house itself but at the artwork that tastefully adorned the walls. Something seemed to have caught her eye, though, and she almost sprinted towards a painting.

“Oh my gosh, is this an original from the cover of Amber Dawnnen’s first book?” Alison asked, looking to her teacher.

June walked over, standing behind Alison and placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders. “It is. The author apparently has nowhere they can store any of the artwork used so I get to keep it, and since I technically don’t own the artwork I’m not allowed to sell it. Not that I would, mind you.”

Alison spun around looking at her teacher. “Wait, y-yo-you do the artw-work for D-Diaries of Desire?”

“I did, though I have to say… I didn’t expect my sweet innocent green-haired young student to be a fan; those books are less than proper. And to think you had trouble answering my questions when you read those,” June teased, stroking Alison’s cheek.

Her face began to turn red, not just a light blush but her entire face and the small amount of her chest that John could see. She looked like she was about to faint from embarrassment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear, I was only teasing, maybe I went a touch too far. You don’t have to be ashamed. After all, I have read every book, several times in fact. Come, let me get you a drink, then we can go into my studio. I had a friend come over and set everything up for me in advance,” June said heading towards the kitchen.

After grabbing three bottles of coke, June led the students to her art studio. John noticed that the large statue June was working on was covered with a cloth. Though that wasn’t the only thing he noticed. The studio was set out perfectly for painting from a physical reference, two easels stood facing a small platform.

As John moved farther into the room, he noted there wasn’t actually anything on the platform, and before he could ponder the reason, he was hit by the scent of incense. As if by instinct, his head whipped around to spot the unsightly statue.

Buff Activated: Aura of Ě̶̺͕̯̀͘R̶͉̈́̚͜R̷̤͗̈́̈͠Õ̸̟͚̺͝ͅR̵͎̆͂

+10 Libido
-5 Wisdom
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’Should I have a bad feeling about this?’ John asked himself.

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