Stop stroking yourself

You also slowly realize you are still stroking your cock and quickly let go. Some of the students make their way towards to Emily, to get a closer look. One students, Wendy, pokes the end of her pencil into one of the puddles of Emily’s juices that have formed on the stool.

She turns to the professor and says, “I can’t really tell the difference in consistency between this and John’s semen.”

You are slightly taken aback at how nonchalantly she says this.

“Well, I’m sure if you asked nicely, Mr. {last_name} would be willing to provide you a sample for comparison.” Professor Becker says, while staring directly at your hard-on.

“Would you mind?” The student asks you with big eyes.

You smile sheepishly as you glance over at Emily who shrugs her shoulders at you, seemingly unphased by any of this. You stand in front of her, feeling a mix of arousal and nervousness as you slowly start to stroke your cock. The close proximity to her dripping wet pussy sends waves of heat through your body, making it difficult for you to focus on anything else but the temptation before you.

You can’t help but notice the way her juices are pooling around her crotch, and how they glisten in the lights of the studio. It doesn’t take long before your efforts pay off, and you feel the familiar tightening in your balls signaling that you’re about to cum. You focus all your energy on controlling the flow of semen, determined to make a puddle next to one of Emily's.

You release your first stream of thick, white fluid right next to Emily’s puddle of pussy juice on the stool beneath her. The sensation is incredible as you watch it slowly mix with her own fluids, creating an even more potent cocktail of arousal. But your self-control quickly falters and a gush of semen flies out, landing right on Emily’s mons pubis. You can see her shiver with pleasure as she watches your cum drip down onto her skin.

Just as you think you’re done; Wendy reaches out with her pencil and starts to poke the two puddles. A sudden surge hits you causing one more stream to shoot, this time landing on Wendy’s hand, causing her to gasp in surprise.

You let out a soft groan as you feel the last of your cum dripping onto the floor, spent but satisfied by the intense experience you just shared with Emily and the rest of the class.

Professor Becker chuckles, “I guess you’ve got your answer now?” she asks Wendy, who wipes her hand clean before returning to her desk.

A moment later, Professor Becker claps her hands together. “Alright everyone!” she says. “That’s it for today. Remember to bring your completed sketches next week so we can discuss them.”

The students quickly pack up their things and file out of the room. As soon as they’re gone, Emily turns to you with a grin. “Well,” she says, “that was fun.” She stands up from her stool and offers you a hand up.

You take it, feeling a small spark of electricity pass between your skin when she touches you. Together, you make your way back to the dressing room.

As you and Emily walk back to the dressing room, Professor Becker meets you both there with a few towels. She hands one to each of you and smiles knowingly. “I think you two are going to have some fun this semester,” she says with a laugh.

You take the towel from her gratefully and quickly start wiping off your cock, trying not to think about how close Emily was just moments ago. She takes the towel from Professor Becker as well and starts cleaning up herself, her face flushed red from embarrassment.

You can’t help but stare at Emily as she cleans herself off. You can’t believe after all the awkwardness of the last week, this is the first time you’ve actually seen her blush, and it only makes her more attractive. Her cheeks are flushed a bright pink, her eyes darting nervously between you and the professor. You can’t help but feel your cock start to stiffen again as you watch her struggle with her embarrassment. She looks up at you briefly, catching you staring before looking away again.

You both finish cleaning yourselves and getting dressed in silence. “Well,” Emily says with a nervous laugh.

Professor Becker chuckles along with her and gives each of you a pat on the shoulder before leaving the room.

“So,” she says, “what do you think? Are we going to have some fun this semester?” She grins mischievously at you, her pink lips parted slightly in anticipation.

You can’t help but feel a warm glow spreading through your body as Emily looks up at you with those beautiful eyes. “I think we might,” you reply with a grin of your own.

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You step closer to her, reaching out and gently tracing a finger along her cheekbone.

“In fact, I’m pretty sure we’re going to have more fun than anyone else in this class.” You lean forward, pressing your lips against hers lightly before pulling away again with a smirk.

Emily gasps softly at the unexpected touch, her eyes widening as she stares into yours. She reaches up and cups your cheek, drawing you closer until their lips meet once more in a passionate kiss.

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