Tenacious Toni

Paul enjoyed concentrating on getting his extra credit in so difficult a class, and was pleased to at last have a break from all the craziness of the past few hours.

However, something curious happened. It was as if his body contained two distinct minds. While he simply stood still and obeyed, he could not help but notice how the girls were gazing intently right at his cock. He would have thought that they might be concerned with his overall body, but evidently not.

In spite of himself, he felt a strange rush of pride at being scrutinized in such a manner. It was interesting, to see the different reactions. Eliza appeared to be in a kind of trance, sketching rather slowly and lazily. Amy seemed flustered and frustrated, angrily moving on to a fresh sheet of her pad from time to time.

Toni, however, really seemed into it. She just sat and stared, and Paul could guess that she was filling her whole pad with whatever her sketch was. She stared as if enraptured, as if unable to tear her eyes away from a supreme beauty, and there was something in the way she breathed, and how her thighs squeezed and squirmed and fidgeted, and how she settled into a mysterious smug half-smile, that made him feel appreciated as a man. It was a nice feeling, something faintly warm and ticklish that roused the heart to beat a little faster ...

However, Paul detected a distinct and sudden shift in attitude as the girls, even Toni, began to stare with something resembling horror.

"Paul?" wondered Ms. Robinson. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I''m -- ," Paul began, but then looked down.

He was fully erect.

"You're not being fair to the girls," Ms. Robinson reasoned. "They were sketching one subject -- and now, they're sketching quite another."

"Ms. Robinson, I'm fine with Paul," Toni announced. She moved on to a fresh sheet of her large pad. "I can go ahead and sketch him the way he is."

"Me too!" said Amy. She didn't sound that confident, but her competitive nature would not let her say anything else.

"I can do that too," Eliza said, happy to play along.

"But -- " Ms. Robinson clearly wanted to stop, but then a clever look came over her. Somehow Paul sensed that if Ms. Robinson could just play along with the girls ... maybe they could play along with her.

"Very well ...! Proceed, girls."

Paul became fascinated with Toni, sketching away with such devotion and urgency ...