A Revealing Art class

To say June Summers was hot would be an understatement. The sun was hot, Miss Summers was a supernova. That was how John felt about his teacher, one of his main choices of inspiration in lonely horny nights. The taboo factor of her being his teacher was just icing on the cake.

Today’s class started straight forward enough; June began it by detailing her student’s assignment: artistic drawing with charcoal. John loved to draw; for him it was a close third after gaming and writing, in that order. Today, she gave them free rein on their choice of topic.

Before he begun, John cast observe on his teacher and was surprised by what he saw: her relationship score was at +69. Wow, that high? Just my luck, a teacher thinks better of me than any other girl in this school. More than four times better. Well, at least it’s Miss Summers and not Mrs. Flung. How come it’s so high though? Is it possible to get it higher?

John had one way to test if he could make the score go higher, so he found that his choice on the assignment topic was pretty obvious, but he did have to think about how lewd to make it. More precisely, he’d have to build up the courage to do it. Since nobody but his teacher had to see his drawing, it made things easier. Well, I better start; I will choose the lewdness aspect later. He drew the basic outline of the face and body, then he thought about it some more while giving details to her face. I could always draw a different body to make it more tasteful and less obvious. I guess I should give the more private parts some cover too. A nude drawing was not that rare of an assignment, but, given his choice of model, it would be way too much to draw her completely nude.

It wasn’t hard for him to draw a different body on her. The one he had chosen, even though beyond his reach, had a form that was quite easy to recollect. Comparing June’s body to the chosen one was irrelevant to him; though they had their obvious differences, both were quite hot in his opinion.

When there were only 5 minutes left, Miss Summers told her students to start finishing their assignments and to deliver them. John made the final touches to his not long after that.

When he delivered his drawing to June, he did so in a way that nobody could see it. The unusual behavior intrigued her; once she got a hold of it, she thought, What are you up to John? She held on to it without allowing anyone else to see it, but her curiosity got the better of her. She quickly took a peek then put it away under the pile of the others that had delivered before him. She went beet red from what she saw; though the quick peek didn’t allow her to see much detail, it was evident that he had drawn her. Interesting, did he finally make a move? Never thought it would be on me though. I must try not to react on a personal level, especially since there are other students around.

John used observe again but got mixed signals from his skill and the look on her face. His relationship score shot up by 20 points and her face did go a shade of red, but it faded quickly and she never even smiled. That doesn’t seem right, was I too forward? he worryingly thought.

June decided to put up a facade and, while still not smiling like she usually would, she said. “John, wait up after class... I want to talk with you in my office.” She almost said “please” but decided against it.

Damn, looks like I jumped the gun. Did I misinterpret the relationship score? His worries had now increased tenfold.

While waiting outside her office door, John tried to think of an excuse for what he drew. It did not make him feel better that his best one was that he was drawing someone else; deep down he knew June would not fall for that. He heard her telling him to come in. As soon as he did so, she pointed to a chair near her desk for him to sit in.

“So,” June started while displaying John’s drawing on the desk. “This is unexpected. I really thought your inspiration would be someone or something else.”

“Miss Summers, I am-” was all he could say before she interrupted him.

“Please, John, just call me June, how many times do I have to tell you this?” she smiled. “And don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. It’s good to see that you have not only are good a writing but also have good grasp for drawing. In comparison with your classmates, who also can’t take their eyes off me, I give you credit. At least, you showed more courage than them in demonstrating your admiration.” She picked up the drawing and asked, “Is this how you think of me when you use me in some of your stories?”

“My stories?” John was beginning to calm down, but as soon as she mentioned them, he felt a chill down his spine. “How did you know?”

“You sign your stories the same way as you do on your assignments,” she said with a smirk. “I love them by the way. Can’t read them enough!”

It was now John’s turn to go beet red. June finally looked at the drawing paying attention to the details. She looked confused.

“Wait a minute, that is not me. I mean, it is my face, but it has a different body.” She then realized something. “Is this body from another muse to your stories? Someone besides me?”

John did not answer her; instead, he chose to look down. Having June revealing to him that she knew about his stories drove him off his game.

June pressed on the matter, “From your silence, I guess that means I am right, I only inspire you in some of your stories. I wonder who else.” She looked at him inquisitively.

Curious and still overwhelmed by what is happening, John asked, “How do you know I also write based on another person?”

“It’s all in the way you write. When it’s with me, you write with a certain level of taboo. And also, a name like Jane is pretty obvious.” She smiled again then laughed. After that, she continued, “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to mock you. When it’s with the other or others…” she winked, “you use other styles in your writing.”

“Ok, you got me there with the names that I use,” he conceded.

“It intrigues me, John,” she continued. “Some of those other stories have so much depth in the way your characters feel for their partners. But I’ve never seen you with a girl, even as a friend. How do you do it?”

“I am sorry, Miss… I mean June. I don’t know how to respond to that.” That was the only answer he could give her.

“Are you sure?” June pressed on once more.

“Yes, I basically write what comes to me,” John gave her his final answer.

“I would like to propose to you another assignment then. This one for extra credit. What do you think?” June asked her student.

“Sure, I guess.”

“Good. You’re more than just inspired, of that I am certain.” She looked inquisitively at him one more time. “I would like for you to hand me an essay, but other than detailing who inspires you, I want you to write how and why you’re inspired. Try to write as much detail as you can. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“When should I deliver it?” John asked her quite unsure if he would like to write it.

“Next class ok with you?” she inquired when she started to rise from her chair. She proceeded to navigate around her desk until she stood right next to him. “Oh, by the way. Happy belated birthday!” With that she gave him a hug while he was still sitting down, and due to this, his face was pressed against her ample bosom. When she finally let him go, she kissed his forehead and proceeded to return to her chair.

Noticing his frozen astonishment to what had just happened, June decided to bring him back to reality. “You’re free to go, John. I’ll be anxiously waiting for your assignment.”

Waking up from what felt like a dream come true, John quickly left her office before she could notice any other side effects to what she had done. Trying to conceal his arousal, he headed toward the school cafeteria for lunch. He then noticed a new window pop up.

Achievement Unlocked - Extra credit.
Your teacher’s feelings for you grew due to your courage in drawing her. If you want to see it grow some more, you better do that assignment.
Reward +1 charisma

Inside the cafeteria John got a tray to put his food on, took his sandwich out of his inventory and bought a soda. He then proceeded to sit by himself at one of the corner tables. He finally spotted Amelia when she entered the cafeteria soon after he had sat down. She walked about the place as if she was looking for something or someone; she seemed quite worried.

Remembering his skills, John decided to cast observe on her.

Name: Amelia McKenzie
Level: 5
Title: Straight A Student
Relationship score: 10

Wow, only 10? Not even close to June. I guess I deserve this, he concluded.

When she finally looked at him, she just stood there and kept on staring at him. For John, time seemed to have slowed down; it had been a long time since she looked at him for so long; through the lenses of her glasses, he could see that her eyes were wide open. The way she stared at him was quite strange; she seemed to go through a whole bunch of emotions as she did. And even as she left, she behaved as if she was forcing herself to leave. She did something that he thought was a bit strange: she took off her glasses and looked at them incredulously.

As soon as she took off her glasses, John saw something weird happening to the observation window: he saw the score value flicker between some random values. At the same time, while Amelia was still holding her glasses, a red light flashed on her glasses’ right lens. She quickly put her glasses back on, thus stopping the flickering on the window. John dismissed the window and jokingly thought the flickering was a game bug. Had he payed more attention, he would have seen that the relationship information was not the only thing that was flickering.

Eating his lunch, John looked towards the direction Amelia had left the cafeteria in. He wondered just how right June was about his feelings towards his childhood friend. He did think a lot about her, especially when he was writing.

He wished he knew why she stared at him for so long.