Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2009 12:15:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay699@yahoo.com>
Subject: Art Class (lesbian\adult youth, F/f)
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Art Class
By
Jan
When I reported to a middle school to teach
art to a bunch of seventh and eighth graders right
out of college with my fresh teaching certificate I
had no idea what I was in for.
Most of the students were only taking the art
class to keep from having to actually learn
something. I had no idea what the students would
be like. All I knew was that most of them came
from working class families that worked hard just to
pay the rent and feed their families.
The principal of the school had me report to
her office a week before school to have a talk with
me. She was an imposing figure of a woman by any
standard. She was at least six-feet tall, without
heels. She wore business suits most of the time.
Seeing her in a suit with padded shoulders made her
look like a defensive lineman for the Kansas City
Chiefs. She had rather short cropped gray hair.
When I knocked on her office door, I heard her
voice call out to come in.
I opened the door and closed it behind me.
She waved at me to have a seat. When I sat down
she told me that she was happy to have an art
teacher this year. She pointed out that the school
was under extreme pressure to reduce the school
budget. The only reason we could hire an art
teacher this year was because of benefactor
endowed money specifically for the purpose of
providing an art teacher. We will know by the end of
the academic year if we can keep an art teacher. If
we can not renew your contract, at least you will
have a year's experience to add to your resume.
That was not what I would call a hopeful
outlook for a long employment, but at least I had
one year to prove my value. I had found an
inexpensive one bedroom apartment as far away
from the only highway passing by the town as I could
get. I settled in and set up housekeeping.
There was a work party where the faculty got
to meet each other. There was even a little party
for them to get acquainted or renew old friendships.
I wanted to make friends with my fellow faculty
members but didn't want to get to familiar with
them. I knew in a small town a lot of gossip gets
started.
The ladies of the town have a compulsion to
play matchmaker for any single female in town. If I
was to come across as too aloof they would assume I
thought I was too good for them or speculate that I
was a lesbian. In a small town like this being a
lesbian would get me fired faster than setting the
school on fire. This was the kind of community that
would like to tar and feather anyone that supports
the idea of evolution. There is a group of people
that makes sure the public library does not put any
books on the shelves that they consider
inappropriate; no books are tolerated promoting
lascivious sexual behavior or other unpatriotic, left
wing ideas.
It was my plan to make friends with some guy
in town that I would feel safe with. As long as
everyone thought I had a boyfriend the local Romeos
could be fended off. The busybodies didn't need to
know the truth about me.
I had preferred sex with girls from the time I
found out that there were parts of my body that
would give me pleasure. I had sex with girls from
about the age of 10. When I was 14-years old I was
shopping in a Lingerie store and met an older woman
that took a shine to me. She invited me to have a
coke with her. I caught on that she was making a
pass at me, so when she invited me to her home to
see her lingerie, I accepted. She taught me more
about the way women can please each other than
anyone had to that date.
In college sex was a little more casual. I dated
several of my classmates. I developed a long-term
relationship with the gal that taught pottery. We
even used the art department kiln to smoke a little
pot in. A few times when we had department parties
I wound up going home with the department head.
She was old enough to be my granny but was a great
lover. That was what I has hiding from the locals.
When school started I met my students and
was full of hope. I found that there were some
talented children in this community. The fact that I
was only 22-years old made it possible for me to
relate to my students. I could tell which of the boys
were developing a crush on me. In the same manner
some of the cutest girls resented me because they
thought I was a threat to their sexual appeal to the
boys. Some of the girls also developed a crush on
me. For those reasons I wanted to keep my
relationship with the students strictly professional.
When you're working with art students you
have to look over their shoulders a lot. It happens
that you often place a hand on their shoulders. As
much as I tried to keep my hands off of them there
were times when I found myself touching them.
Working with boys and girls that are between
the ages of 11 and 14, you learn a lot about them.
You learn more about them than their parents know
about them. Most of the parents have not a clue
just what their children are doing. If the parents
smoke, it is harder for them to learn when their
children start smoking. At their ages most of the
mothers assume their children are sexually innocent.
The most religious ones would be shocked to learn
just how sexually active they are.
Within a few months I made friends with the
high school music teacher. I figured if he wasn't gay
he was at least very effeminate. I knew I could
handle him. I felt comfortable that I would not
have to fend off his hands. That would keep the
gossips quiet, for the most part. Of course there
always has to be that one person that has to stick
their nose into everything.
At one of the community tea parties one of the
most vitriolic women at my school got me alone and
told me that my teacher friend was reputed to be a
faggot. Her reference was so offensive, I
responded without thinking, "At least he knows who
Edgar Degas and Pierre Renoir were. I was sure she
would not approve of the French impressionist
period, far too modern for her tastes. At least she
left me alone the rest of the evening. I'm sure a
bitch like her would be watching me for signs of
inappropriate behavior from then on.
As I became comfortable with my students I
learned a lot about them. Those that smoked
tended to hang out behind the cafeteria because
that was off school property. That way they could
not be busted for smoking on campus. Of course
they could be busted for being off campus during
school hours. Like so many school security personal
they turn a blind eye to the rebel students because
they were just like them when they were young.
I could smell the cigarette smoke on their
clothing and even tell just about what brand they
smoked and the acrid smell told me who my stoners
were. I never bothered to call attention to their
addictions. I let them think they were getting away
with something. There was one girl in one of my
classes that I found interesting. Her name was
Candice.
Most of the girls in school looked and dressed
like Midwestern girls that were destined to be
cheerleaders for one of the Big Twelve Conference
schools or marry a farm boy and raise a bunch of
future farmers, 4-H club members. This girl looked
out of place in every respect.
She looked more punk or gothic in her style.
Her hair was dark and cropped rather short. She
tended to dress in black. She always had long
sleeves on, even on hot days. I suspected she was
chipping at least. She smelled of cigarettes and pot
all of the time. I could tell that she was headed for
trouble, and dreaded the day I would get word that
she had been busted.
One day I was headed for my car to go home
to make a light dinner for myself. I was stopped by
Candice. She told me that she needed a ride, and
that she would explain as soon as we get on the road.
I was not sure about breaking school rules and
putting myself in a compromising position. Just
having her in my car would be enough grounds for
dismissal. She did look like she was panicked so I let
her get in my car.
When we were on the road, she volunteered,
"There was a bitch that thinks I'm making a pass at
her boyfriend, and she wants to kick my ass. She is
a big bitch and could hurt me. I have tried to tell
her that I have no interest in her stupid boyfriend
but she does not believe me."
I gave her a quick look to see if she was
serious. She did look like she was frightened. I
knew I could not take her to the local shopping
district on the main street because there would be
too many students and faculty that would be in the
area. Candice suggested that I drive north out of
town about ten miles and get off at the mile marker
149 road. From there she told me to make a left
onto the dirt road and follow the trees about three-
quarters of a mile.
We came to a dirt mound about twenty or
thirty feet high. There was a gravel parking lot with
an abandoned office trailer on one side. Candice
directed me to park in the shade of the trailer. I
saw a large open pit beyond the parking lot. I had
never heard about this and had no idea what it was.
Candice got out of the car and walked towards
the rim of the pit. I got out of the car and followed
her. She reached inside her motorcycle jacket and
took out a pack of cigarettes and put one in her
mouth. She offered me one of her cigarettes, but I
held up and hand to stop her, and thanked her. She
had a cheap butane lighter in the same hand as the
cigarette pack. She switched hands and shielded
the flame as she activated the lighter. She took a
deep drag and I could smell the smoke carried on the
breeze. I was thinking that she was far too young
to be taking up such a filthy habit. She probably
thought it made her look more mature and sexy.
She didn't realize the health hazard or how fast it
would age her face in the long run.
When I was standing on the edge of the pit
next to her I asked, "What were they taking out of
this hole?"
Candice looked at me, "This was a limestone
quarry. They were mining it to build buildings 80
years ago for banks and colleges in the city during
the depression. When the cost of mining the rock
became too expensive to mine and transport to the
city they shut it down. The only guys that come out
here now are the dirt bikers that like to run up and
down the dirt roads. It is not likely that anyone
would be out here today. The guys all work, so the
only time they make it out here is on weekends."
I did find her a very attractive girl. Standing
in the sun warmed us up and she shed her leather
jacket. She spread the naturally distressed jacket
out on a limestone block that had been discarded
because it was defective with a corner broken off.
She sat down and patted a portion I could sit on to
avoid sitting on the dusty stone. Sitting in such
close proximity to the girl filled my nose with the
pungent odor of her stale cigarette smoke
permeated clothing. It was strange as much as her
odor repulsed me, it also stimulated my libido. I
asked her if she had ever done any modeling.
Candice chuckled and said that she had never
done anything like that before. I assured her that I
would like to sketch her with the prospect of making
a painting or two. She wanted to know if I was
serious. I assured her that I was totally serious.
She agreed and I went to my car and got out a
sketch pad and a couple of charcoal pencils and a
deerskin smudge pad. She moved a few feet away
from me and started moving around to some music
she was thinking about. When she was in a position I
liked I would ask her to stop. I did some fast
sketches that captured the moment.
When she would give one of her innocent smiles
I would have her hold that long enough to make some
character studies. I actually filled up a pad in short
order. When I put the pad in my car she was ready
to let me drop her off at home.
During the week I developed the sketches into
some reasonable drawings. When I was happy with
what I had, I took the drawings to school with me in
a portfolio. I showed them to Candice after class.
She was impressed with my drawings and agreed to
sit for the paintings when I was ready to set them
to canvas.
I readied four canvases with a background I
thought would be nice and let them dry. I started
blocking in the poses I liked. Two of them were very
conventional but the second two were deliberately
more erotic. I had no intention of showing them to
Candice until they were finished.
When I brought her home after school I set up
the easel so that Candice would have the afternoon
sun casting a nice glow through the golden drapes on
the window. I had the flesh tone blocked in. It did
not take long for me to work in the details of flesh
tone and when I was ready I let her sit down when I
was ready to paint in her face. I allowed her to talk
to me, as long as she held her head still so that the
light would not change. When I was finished I let
her see the painting.
She was pleased with what I had done. I had
taken one of her defiant poses and made her look
like a delinquent angel. The face as that of an
innocent cherub dressed in black jeans and her
leather jacket open enough to see a little of her
jersey top and the cleavage. The way she was
standing with one leg bent and her hand on her hip
just had the look of someone ready to fight.
She was excited to pose some more. I had her
pose some more while I sketched because we were
losing the proper light. We talked about a variety of
things but eventually the subject of sex came up. I
wanted to know if she smoked. "Are you thinking
that smoking makes you look sexy to the boys, or
don't you think it makes you look cheap and easy to
the guys?"
Candice gave me a look like she didn't
understand. "Everyone in my family smokes and all
of my friends smoke."
I asked, "Don't the guys get fresh with you
when you date them?"
She responded, "I don't let any guy touch my
private places."
I asked, "Have you ever explored your friend's
bodies? Like playing doctor or you show me yours
and I'll show you mine?"
Candice said, "Sure when I was younger my
friends and I checked each other out."
I wanted to ask if she had sex with a girl, but
thought better of asking that question. I took her
home and gave her an innocent peck on the cheek as
she was about to get out of the car.
The next time I had her over I had the second
painting blocked out. I had her put on one of my
royal blue cocktail dresses in my bedroom while I set
up the room. When she came out of the bedroom
she was holding up the top of the dress because the
dress was at least one or two sizes too large for her.
I assured her that I would take care of that right
away. I took a handful of wooden clothespins and
gathered up the material at her back and attached
the clothespins. I had her sit down in a chair with
her ankles crossed and her hands in her lap. It
didn't take more than a couple of hours to make her
look like a beautiful young lady.
Candice was thrilled with the results. She had
never deemed she could look so good. In her
enthusiasm she forgot how large the dress was. She
did not have a bra on and I could see all of her
sweet little breasts. They looked like her areolas
were little pink bulging caps with pink nipples sitting
on top of her creamy white B-sized breasts. The
nipples were sticking straight out in front of her
body. I was dying to feel her tits but again I did my
best to ignore them.
When we were in the car heading to her home I
casually asked her if she had any objections to
posing nude for me. She was just as casual as she
said that she would be thrilled to see what I would
do.
She had no idea what I had in mind for her
first nude. I had blocked out what I had in mind.
What I did was set up a table by the window with a
porcelain bowl and pitcher next to it. They were
white porcelain with blue flowers on them. I had her
undress in my bedroom. When she came out of the
room she had a large bath towel wrapped around her
body.
I directed her to stand next to the window,
with her body turned three quarters away from me.
Then I told her to pick up the washcloth and turn
her body from the waist up towards me and wash
her left breast with her right hand while she used
her left hand to hold the breast up.
The golden glow coming through the drapes was
just what I was looking for. I started work on the
painting. It went well and we talked casually while I
painted. She was becoming comfortable with her
body being exposed to me. She even mentioned that
it was turning her on to be holding it the way she
was. When I let her take a rest break I would not
let her see the painting. We would go into the dining
area and I gave her a soft drink. By that time she
didn't bother trying to hide her nakedness from me.
I was impressed by her youthful figure. Having seen
her breasts exposed behind my cocktail dress had
only wet my desire to see them better. They looked
like perfect pear shaped little tits. I just had to
look down at her crotch to her pussy. It was obvious
that her pubic hair was a recent addition to her
maturing body. The dark hairs were matted to her
flesh and all combed in the direction of her opening.
If she only knew how much I wanted to kneel
between her legs and kiss her pussy. At one point
during our conversation she noticed what I was
looking at but made no efforts to hide her pussy.
When I had finished the painting I let her see
it and she was overjoyed. She flung her arms
around my neck and kissed me. She probably had no
idea just how much she was turning me on. Her
pointed little breasts were pressing against my tits.
It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her and
sticking my tongue in her mouth.
I had to push her away and tell her to get
ready for me to take her home. It was strange
taking her home, there were so many things I
wanted to say but could not figure out how to say
them. I finally said, "I would like to make one more
painting, but this one I want to make it a lot more
erotic."
Candice kissed me on the mouth and agreed to
do anything I wanted, before she got out of the car.
It took me a few days to prepare the next
canvas. I also had to rearrange the furniture in my
living room for what I had in mind. When she
arrived I had everything set up. She retreated to
my bedroom to remove her clothes. When she
emerged from the bedroom she was clinging to a
towel she had wrapped around her body.
I had a hair brush and a can of hair spray. I
had her sit in a straight backed kitchen chair while I
styled her hair. I made her short hair look fuller
and exposed her ears. Then I had her sit on my
couch with her back against the full arm. I
arranged her left hand so that she was supporting
one breast. I had her bend her right leg, the one
against the back of the couch. The left leg was still
on the floor. I had her place her right hand
between her legs.
I asked, "May I touch your private part? I
want to make you wet for this painting."
She looked at me and smiled, "Yes!"
I stuck my finger between her labia and found
her clit. I rubbed her until she was moaning. Then I
used my index finger to finger fuck her until she
climaxed. Then I used the slimy fluid from her
pussy on my fingers to moisten her pubic hair. I
virtually combed her hairs for her. She was still
recovering from her climax. Her chest was still
heaving up and down. She was gripping her tit and
rubbing her nipple with her fingertip.
I stood up and retreated behind my easel and
smelled my fingers and tasted them before starting
to paint my "Reclining Nude."
While I painted we continued talking. I told
her, "Please continue playing with yourself. I want
to see your face when you cum."
Candice stuck her finger of her right hand in
her pussy, and continued masturbating. I worked
fast to catch the action and had her face almost
completely done before she closed her eyes and
started cumming again. What I was after was the
look she made when she climaxed. Her mouth was
open, but I waited until she opened her eyes. When
I was finished I was pleased with my efforts. It
was far from perfect, but at least, it was a good
likeness of her.
When she saw it, she was a little embarrassed
by it but she was pleased with the picture. She said,
"It is unfair. You have seen me in the all together
and made me cum. Yet I have not even seen what
you look like without clothes."
I looked at her very closely, "Are you sure you
want to go there?"
Candice wrapped one arm around my waist and
she stuck the fingers of her right hand in my mouth.
I could taste her juice. I sucked on her fingers. I
put my brush in a coffee can full of turpentine. I
wiped my hands with a clean rag, before facing her.
"If you're sure you are willing to play by my rules I
am willing to teach you everything you want to know
about sex with women."
Candice placed her hand right on my tit and
squeezed it; I led her back to the couch, where I
allowed her to remove my smock. I had planned
everything in advance and had on a simple cotton
dress that buttoned down the front. While she
unbuttoned the large buttons I stepped out of my
pumps. I did not have any underwear on. She looked
at my body very carefully.
I don't have a perfect body by any means but I
do have a certain amount of pride in my breasts. I
fill a 36-C nicely. My breasts are firm and the large
areolas are a mauve color. I have not gained a pound
from my high school days yet, so my waist is still a
26 inches. What caught her eye was the strawberry
birthmark just to the left of my pubic mound. That
morning before going to school I had decided to
shave very carefully all of my pubic hair off, in
hopes of this very event. My pubis was as smooth as
a baby's butt.
Candice must have been intrigued by the sight
of my bald pussy because she could not resist
reaching out and placing the palm of her hand on my
pussy. I pulled her body to mine and kissed her on
the mouth. She stiffened up for a moment, then
she relaxed and melted against my body. I could not
believe how soft her young body felt against my
body. I forced my tongue into her mouth. She
responded by moaning softly into my mouth. I had
one arm around her back, so that my right hand was
free to feel the soft orbs of her butt. She
trembled when I slipped my fingers down the warm
crack of her ass. I'm sure no one had ever stuck
their finger into her delightful little asshole before.
When my finger invaded her little asshole she
rammed her little pussy against my thigh. She was
still holding my pussy and she slipped two fingers
into my pussy all the way up to her fist. Every time
she rammed her fist against my body the joints of
her thumb were hammered against my pubic bone
smashing my clit against the bone. It caused me
some pain, but I loved the feeling.
I guided her backwards towards the couch.
The sun was starting to set and the light was
dimming fast. I sat her down and positioned her so
that her butt was right on the edge. I knelt
between her legs and placed her legs over my
shoulders. I looked up at her face and assured her
that I was going to make her feel better that she
had ever felt before. The aroma from her wet
pussy was filling my nose. I kissed the little area
covered with her pubic hair, while I was slipping my
hands under her butt. I was lifting her body up
while I sought out her little clit and diddled it with
my tongue. She was actually kicking my back with
her heels, because of her enjoyment of what I was
doing to her. I was licking every inch of her crotch
from asshole to clit. My face was being covered by
her juices from my chin to my forehead. When she
climaxed she grabbed two hands full of my hair and
ground my face into her pussy.
When it was over I sat down next to Candice
and gathered her up in my arms and hugged her
while she slowly came down from her sexual high. I
was kissing her forehead. When she turned her body
towards me and flung her far leg over my legs and
tilted her head up to kiss me on the mouth. She
placed her hand on my tit and squeezed it.
Candice whispered, "I have never felt anything
like that before. Is it always like that?"
I assured her, "It might be different from
time to time and the way someone brings you off.
To me there is nothing better than to make love with
a female."
Candice kissed me again. While she was
squeezing my tit she started kissing and licking my
neck. She worked her way down to my breasts,
where she replaced her hand with her mouth. She
sucked on my nipple like a greedy baby. The hand
that had been playing with my tit was sliding down
my side. I anticipated where her hand was going so
I spread my legs. The way her leg was draped over
mine our pussies were only inches apart. When she
wedged her hand between our bodies the back of her
hand was rubbing against her own pubic hair. Her
slender fingers found my clit. She finger fucked me
the same way I had done to her.
While I was enjoying her efforts, she tore her
mouth away from my nipple and asked, "Should I
suck your pussy the way you did to me?"
"Honey, you can do anything you want! I don't
want to make you do anything you're not willing to
do."
Candice moved her body down the couch until
she was kneeling on the floor. She looked like an
innocent child about to say her prayers before going
to bed. She held her right hand under her nose and
smelled her fingers. Then she stuck her fingers in
her mouth and sucked on them. She had a wicked
grin on her face. She lowered her head and sucked
my labia into her mouth. She pulled her head back
stretching my skin. When she let go my skin snapped
back into place, but the labia was dangling a little
father beyond my crack. She stuck her tongue into
the hooded opening and slapped my clit around with
her tongue.
I was impressed with her efforts, because she
was bringing me to the brink of a climax very quickly.
I was doing everything I could to control my feeling
to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.
While she was busy working on my pussy I
slipped my foot between her legs and sought out her
pussy with my toes. When my big toe started
rubbing her clitoris she started bucking and she bit
my clit. That was the final straw and I started
squirting juice out of my pussy as I started quivering
from head to toe. The uncontrollable jerking of my
foot made her cum too.
We just lay there while we recovered. The
time was getting late. I had to get her home before
it made her parents suspicious. We showered
together and she put her clothes back on.
It was interesting the way she reacted to the
smell of her clothes. She asked, "Is that the way
my clothes smell all of the time?"
I assured her that they always smelled like
that and I could even tell when she smoked pot
before class.
The next day at school when she came to my
class she was still dressed in black jeans and T-shirt
but the leather jacket was absent and her clothes
smelled of laundry soap. There was no tobacco smell
in her hair. I could not say anything until class was
over. As I accompanied her to the door I told her
how nice she smelled. She beamed and promised
that she would never smoke again.
She changed from a punker to a well dressed
girl over the next few months. I was pleased that I
was having a positive influence on her. When she
visited from then on it was just for sex. She sought
out my advice about clothes to wear. Her friends
either changed or she made friendships with other
girls.
When the year was over I had my meeting with
the principal for my evaluation. She was pleased
with my efforts to influence the girls at school. She
offered me a job to become the art teacher at the
high school. That meant more money, a bigger
budget and better facilities. I could not refuse the
offer. I would not have Candice in my class for
another year but we would be together for 4 years
though. Even she was pleased with my promotion.
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