You do art, duh!

“Alright! Since we have a new student with us today, I believe we should have a nice, relaxed day where we draw whatever comes to our mind! You’ll have 40 minutes to draw anything you want! Remember, it doesn’t have to be perfect, and you can always fix and add onto it later in the week!” Hartwell says as she stands in the middle of the room, looking up at everyone in the class.

“Anything? Shouldn’t be too hard…” You think to yourself. You look to your side and see Taylor bending down to grab a canvas from below her seat. You do the same thing, trying your best to hold down your cock, and find a similar looking canvas.

Before you can start wondering what to draw with, Taylor pokes your thigh with what feels like a pencil. You look over and see she is holding a very fancy looking pencil in her hands. It’s all black with a really sharp tip.

“I have a feeling you don’t have one of these on you, right?” Taylor says teasingly. You remember that Lilith has all your stuff in her bag, so you literally have nothing but your shoes and socks.

“Erm, thanks…” You say as you take the pencil from her hands.

But as you look back down at your canvas, pencil held against the paper, your mind can’t think of anything to draw. The only thing that has been on your mind is your nudity and how beautiful the women at this place has been. You for sure don’t want to draw your own naked self, so the only thing left for you to draw is maybe one of the women you’ve met today.

“I could draw Sam, but she’d probably get pissed. Lilith certainly has a perfect form for inspiration, but I’m not sure if she’d appreciate me drawing her nude.” You think to yourself, figuring out who should be the subject of your art piece.

Inspiration strikes as you remember who is sitting right next to you. You look at Taylor, minding her own business as she draws. You can’t help but notice a sketch of a long, cylindrical thing on her paper, but you hope it’s just a coincidence. You look at her up and down, imagining her without her clothes. You can imagine what her boobs might look like, but putting that to paper is harder than it might seem.

She briefly notices you staring, giving you a side eye and a wink before you nervously look away and back to your canvas. Your hand shakily begins sketching down a naked Taylor. You decide to do a mostly head and body sketch and start with the head.

After a couple of minutes sketching, you lean your head back to admire your work. It isn’t bad for someone who can’t draw all that well, but it’s far from Da’Vinci. After that, you quickly sketch a neck and shoulders. Everything is starting to look decent up until you attempt to draw her boobs.

You take a good while draw the breasts of your sketch, and after what felt like 10 minutes, you lean back and see the fruits of your labor.

Those fruits being very undeveloped and odd looking. Your depiction of boobs is two big circles with smaller circles in the middle of them with a small point. They look like a kid’s interpretation of what breasts look like, and the fact that you can’t seem to get the shape right frustrates you.

“Come on Heath! You’ve seen them plenty of times, but you can’t draw them to save your life!” You think to yourself, disappointed in your own performance.

“Hehe, is that supposed to be me?” Taylor whispers in your ear, leaning toward your head as she looks down at your canvas. You jump slightly, causing your cock to bounce around, hitting the bottom part of your canvas.

“Erm, N-No!” You whisper back, face completely flustered.

“Don’t be shy, naked boy. I’m flattered to have you draw me! But… you seem to be struggling with my boobs.” Taylor says, this time in her breathy whisper. Shivers go down your spine as you know she’s going to say something incredibly hot or embarrassing to you.

“I mean, I’d wish my boobs were that big! I guess I could show you what they actually look like? Maybe give you a good look to help you draw them?” Taylor says, this time basically talking in your ear. You can feel her steamy breath against your ear lobe. You swallow a hard clump of air down your throat as you feel her hand glide against your thigh, moving dangerously close to your cock.

“Mmm, but I’d rather you see them a bit later. I’d hate to spoil the surprise…” Taylor says, returning back to her regular whisper voice.

Left confused and aroused, you look back at Taylor, who on a dime is back to drawing. Just like the principal, Taylor can easily switch between sexy and casual with scary swiftness. You return back to your crude drawing, stumped on how to make it look better. Part of you really hoped Taylor would flash you just so that you could get a proper look at what her boobs look like.

You look up at the clock and see time is running out. You guess time flies when you’re horny, so you try and get as much done before the timer rings out across the classroom.