Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2009 12:15:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Art Class (lesbian\adult youth, F/f) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman and a girl. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2009 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay699@yahoo.com if you have suggestions for future stories. 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. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay699@yahoo.com