Rough for you

You struggle to make peace with it but a sense of dread fills you. On one hand, when the hell did this happen? It must have been another law, but you reminded yourself this morning that there were only two laws passed in the last two years. You struggle to focus on painting, already not a strong skill for you, along with the **** jealousy you feel at all of these guys seeing the most intimate parts of your girlfriend. Eve kept her eyes forward resolutely, the blush on her face slightly fading but never leaving.

You try to soldier on but continually butcher your lines. The tent in your pants isn't helping things. The feeling of jealousy and arousal war within you and you don't notice Professor Miles standing behind you.

"Now Miles," you startle as his voice behind you. "I'd have thought you'd be a little more flattering for your girlfriend. See the curvature of her breasts, the plumpness? And her petite hourglass figure, you aren't capturing it here. Or there. Or there." He points at various spots. "You also need to catch her pelvic area, the labia, those pouty lips between her legs..." he trails off for a second.

You get angry about to say he's going too far when Professor Miles resumes, "Don't worry, you'll get there someday. With all the practice this semester you won't have a choice!" he laughs.

Wondering at what that was supposed to mean you fail to catch him as he walks away. Looking back at Eve, focusing on her beautiful face for a moment, you see she's filled with pride. You don't want to ruin this for her by giving your professor a piece of your mind.