Art, and he's got an idea for a project

John stopped by his locker to strip off his pants and underwear and stuff them in his backpack. They'd only get in his way, and if anyone complained he could just flash his Fuck Pass and improvise. Enjoying the breeze between his legs and the gawking eyes of his peers, John made his way, half-naked and fully erect, to Art class.

John had never really been the artsy type. He just sort of wound up in this class because his first choices were full, but he'd made the most of it. Most days, he just goofed off and chatted with the teacher, Katherine Clark, who asked her students to call her Miss Kathy. She was fun enough, for a teacher, and hot in a wispy, hippy sort of way. He watched her float across the room for a bit when he first came in, her thin, loose-fitting shawl trailing behind her and clinging tightly to her slender frame as she moved. She never wore a bra, and the whole school knew it; her classroom was always just cold enough to keep those nipples at attention, and she had a habit of bouncing around so much that even her modest breasts were in a near-constant state of jiggle.

"John!" she smiled over from her desk, not even batting an eye at his state of undress, "I heard you're the proud owner of a brand new Fuck Pass. Making good use of it, I hope?"

"You have no idea," John laughed, his cock twitching a little at Miss Kathy's casual demeanor. "Turns out Mrs. Hazlem is deeply into anal, and she'll even go ass to mouth if you make her cum."

The teacher's eyes glanced downward for the first time, sizing up John's dick. "It must've been deep if you were using that thing. I have dildos smaller than you! Don't even bother asking if you need anything from me, okay? Just take me; I'm all yours."

John made a note of that: while the uptight Ms. Travis had been downright offended by the sight of his cock, the more pragmatic Ms. Price had been able to rationalize the whole thing, and if he didn't know any better he might think Miss Kathy was actually flirting with him. It seemed that the teacher's personalities could make their reactions to the Fuck Pass vary pretty wildly, but in the end even Miss Anya had complied in the end. Enough thinking, though; John had something special planned.

"So, I've had an idea for a piece..." Miss Kathy's eyes lit up, as this was the first time all semester John had shown any interest in actually participating. "It uses an innovative medium that I'm not sure has ever been tried before."

"Oh, you may be surprised," Kathy grinned and leaned back against the edge of her desk. "But even if it's been done, it's never been done by you, and the artist is as much a part of art as the physical object. What're you thinking?"