Artwork

Now was as good a time as any to test out the Teacher's Pet ability and try a hand at art. Mr. Zapata surely would not object to Jordan's explanation that him attending art class was relevant to trigonometry. Ms. Foals did not even bother to notice Jordan loudly entering the silent workspace.

Surely embarrassment must have been the focal point of today's lesson in painting. How to properly portray the furious blushing of a **** and half naked model. Maybe it was how to capture the hunched over form of an insecure girl trying to preserve her modesty. Though perhaps the lesson was on betrayal. How to let your work embody a titillating excitement that rippled beneath the fear of the unknown. To really appreciate this betrayal, one would have to pay attention to the fine details. Stiff nubs poking through a heavily padded beige sports bra. Goosebumps along the neck and back of her arms. Grayson was quite a good model for this lesson and Jordan was glad that he was able to catch the second half of today's class.

Gathered around the model who was sitting on a stool were the nine art students, Weaver and Rags included. Rags had a pale expression across his face as if he had just seen a ghost. In addition, his soft blonde hair was uncharacteristically messy and he was wearing a bulky hoodie even though the classroom was far above room temperature. Weird. Weaver stared intensely at the canvas and seemed concentrated on acing the project, while the rest of the students gawked at the girl in the center of the room.

"Now remember artists, the project is all about bringing out more than just the surface layer of your subject. What do you think is underneath? Explore and examine your subject carefully so that you can project her onto the canvas with your own vision and creativity," said Ms. Foals with artistic passion, ignoring the giggles from her students.

"Ms. Foals, can I get a closer look at the subject. I'm not really sure I can get beneath the surface without really capturing the details," Weaver said with a wicked grin.

"Of course, Ms. Banks. That's a great point! If any of you need to get a better feel for the subject, as long as she doesn't object of course, then go ahead."

Jordan could see that it took everything Grayson had to not break the silence, but in the end she resigned to get at least one award from this ordeal. With that, Weaver stood up and began examining Grayson closer. Weaver poked and prodded, slid her hands up and down Grayson's arms, and rearranged the pose to see how her muscles looked in various stances. Deciding to have even more fun with her, Weaver stood her up and had her lean over the stool, resting her elbows on the seat and spreading her legs. It was in this pose that Weaver decided to leave Grayson as she went back to her easel and began painting with a renewed passion.

Inspired by this, a fellow painter stood up to examine the subject himself. Obviously the legs were the most important part of his interpretation, so he would need to really understand hers. That was why he knelt behind her and starting at her calf, ran his hands up her smooth skin.

Jordan decided that he would be the knight in shining armor for Grayson. Obviously she would still have to complete her dare, but why not help her get an award. Walking into the circle and kneeling in front of her, he put his pointer finger to her lips with a smile. Confusion turned to realization turned to worry across her eyes. Obviously, he was willing to help her with one orifice, but that would mean she would have to let the guy behind her penetrate her with his fingers in front of all the other students.

Jordan and Grayson both looked to Ms. Foals, who was now typing away at her laptop and no longer paying attention to the class. Digit by digit, Grayson took Jordan's finger into her mouth and from the looks of it, the other student was up to her thigh and hesitant to push his luck any further. Holding his finger deep in her mouth, Grayson reached behind her and grabbed hold of the hand on her inner thigh.

All of the other students had stopped any semblance of paying attention to their paintings and were now transfixed on the scene in front of them. Gently lifting up her skirt and pulling her damp cotton panties to the side, Grayson guided the trembling fingers to her entrance. In shock, but in no position to argue, he pressed a finger forward into her warm and soft embrace. Jordan felt his finger clamped down on harder by her mouth as Grayson attempted to hold back any sounds. The finger pushed all the way into her depths and the objective was complete, but that did not mean the student was done. He began thrusting his finger in and out of her quickly, no regard for taking it easy. The art model had encouraged him to finger fuck her and he was not going to pass that up.

Grayson lurched forward and had to grip the stool with both hands for stability, as a second finger was roughly shoved into her innocent cunt by the student. Jordan saw her eyes go wide as the timid girl was being fingered ruthlessly in front of her peers.

DING DONG DING DONG DING

The bell came suddenly and the student withdrew his fingers. The moment was as gone as quick as it came.

"Oh my, how the time flies when you're doing art! I will see you all tomorrow!" came the voice of Ms. Foals as the students shuffled to pack up their bags and get ready for the next class. All of them were still in shock over the events that just unfolded in front of them.