Enticement.

Realizing this unethical attraction to one of my own students only made my situation even more awkward. A classroom of girls were preserving my embarrassment on their sketchpads all the while my gaze kept returning to the voluptuous Bridget.

Her eyes remained focused on her canvas as she wiped away a strand of blond hair that was trespassing upon her lip. Beads of sweat emerged from her brow that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight pouring out from the windows. For many reasons, it was getting hotter in here. Absently, she raised her hand to the top button of her blouse and let it loose without looking away from her sketch. I widened my gaze at the promise of cleavage as she loosened another button, and then another. I can clearly see the top lacy part of her red bra. Damn it! Why did it have to be red?

Forbidden thoughts stormed my mind and surged throughout my body. Why can't I look away from Bridget's rack?

"Professor Finn," Prof. Sands snapped me out of my lustful daydreaming. "I'm afraid we can't draw you if you change your pose so drastically."

"What?" I was perplexed. "I haven't moved a muscle."

"Well...your lower extremities seem to disagree with you."

My eyes darted in between my legs.

Oh no! My dick was rock hard!

I looked back to the classroom of girls who were eyeing my arousal with amusement. My face burned bright and not from the heat.

"I suppose there is only one thing we can do about this."