Art Class with a Happy Ending Ch. 01

It was a sunny Saturday morning. I woke up in my bed, staring at the light flooding through the gaps in the curtains. It had been an unusually warm night for Spring, I had slept in my boxers and I was slightly sweaty. I stared down at my body, as I lay on top of my sheets, and I realised that I had awoke with an erection. I had dreamt about her again. Emily, the girl I couldn’t keep my eyes off, the one who distracted me in art class. She was the cute, funny, punk chick. Petite, blonde, slightly busty and slightly pale with a beautiful round ass and a friendly face; she was my dream girl. Not only was she beautiful, I loved her personality. She was artsy, funny, smart and bubbly. I couldn’t ask for more in a girl. We seemed to like the same things, laugh at the same jokes and talk about the same stuff. I felt like she was made for me.

The problem was she was already taken by an older guy who had graduated a few years prior. This didn’t stop me from staring up her skirt (which she would wear so high) when she would walk up the stairs, watching her ass cheeks move around her panties, or checking out her legs when she bent over. She gave me a hard on just thinking about her. My dick tingled as I fantasized about her body…I got out of bed, and opened the door to my room slightly to check if anybody was up yet.

The hallway was clear, and the bathroom was empty. I quickly rushed over to the bathroom and locked the door, pulling off my boxers, and looking at myself in the mirror. I was not ‘big’ by any means, but a good sized dick. I shaved my pubic region and balls semi-regularly, and my hair was getting a little long, so I grabbed my razor and cream and jumped into the shower. I started applying the cream, which aroused me further, as I slowly starting rubbing my cock, fantasizing about Emily being in the shower with me. I stared down at my cock as it slowly grew larger. I slowly and gently shaved my hair away. I always fantasized about her, and what her naked wet body would look like. I had always had an ass fetish. I loved the idea of two beautiful soft ass cheeks, bouncing around a cock sliding in and out of the glory hole.

I imagined Emily bending over, my tongue moving in and out of her cheeks as I stroked my throbbing dick. I washed the remainder of the shaving cream off myself, and I slowly stroked the soft smooth skin. I suddenly became harder than before, as I opened my legs wider. I grabbed my dick and started to pull slowly, up and down. I jerked as I watched my foreskin slide on and off the head of my cock. Thinking about her made me want to cum, and I sped up as the hot water running down my cock steamed.

The sound of my hand slapping my bare pubic region, as I moaned ever increasingly turned my thoughts to Emily moaning as I fuck her pussy… my dick sliding in and out, my balls bouncing around the inside of my legs… As climax approached, my concentration and pleasure was broken by the sound of my phone alarm going off from my room. I stopped masturbating, feeling cheated by reality. I had to go to school that day to complete some art works that were due next week. I didn’t want to be late, so I got out of the shower, and my cock reluctantly began shrinking. I put away my shaving gear, dried myself off and put my boxers back on, then made my way back to my bedroom to get dressed.

I saw a note on my door that I didn’t notice on the way out. It was from Mom, it read ‘Morning Son, we’ve gone to the Boardwalk for the day, we won’t be back until dinner time. See you then, Mom’. So I was home alone. I walked into my room and threw on some jeans, a tee and sweater. I couldn’t stop thinking about her body. I walked out into the kitchen with a half erection, and quickly put some toast on. After eating, I grabbed my keys and my folio and walked out to the car, Emily’s soft white ass on my mind.

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I pull up at the front of my school and locked the doors to my car, and I walk through the front gate. The school felt strangely deserted on a Saturday. The only other people there are the lawn mower and gardening crew. By then my erection was fully gone, but I still felt strangely disappointed without fully relieving myself. I made my way towards the art room, the smell of freshly cut grass through the air. A small thought briefly crossed my mind; imagine fucking her outdoors. That was another fetish of mine. I would strip off while home alone, and masturbate outdoors. It felt so right, so free to have the rays of sunshine and the breeze on my body.

Another idea quickly came; should I relieve myself in the restroom? The idea went as soon as it came. They would be locked, nobody else was there to open them. I approached the door of the art wing, and saw a small note from our art teacher; ‘Senior Students; I’ve left the room open for you, help yourself to the computers and materials, make sure that you lock up if you are the last one to leave, thanks’. I walked into the room, and sat my folio down on a desk and turned one of the computers on. I didn’t know if any other students would turn up, most had said they were working today. I opened my book and began drawing some images. While I sat there drawing, I could not get the image of her body out of my mind. I wanted her so bad. Since nobody else was around, I started drawing a naked body. Her naked body. Perky breasts, a shaved pussy, a curvy ass and blonde hair slowly filled the page. I had drawn her before, but never this well.

I found a tent in my jeans slowly rise as I added more detail. She looked incredibly hot in the picture, almost as good as she really was. In the picture she had her legs spread wide open, fingering her vagina. Emily and I were both covering the same art style this year: illustration. I began filling the background, 20 minutes or so had passed since I had arrived. I wondered if anybody would turn up.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, the door opened and none other than Emily herself entered the room. She looked so much hotter in her own clothes. She wore a black and gray skirt, Goth boots and a pink top with a white skull which showed just a peek of cleavage. A hint of nipple was barely visible. I quickly, and clumsily, hid the drawing of her naked body in my diary and smiled at her as she noticed me.

“Hey!” she greeted me, smiling, her beautiful eyes lighting up.

“Hey, Emily.” I replied smiling back, my face going slightly red. I hoped she didn’t notice my drawing of her. I watched her walk around to the desk opposite me, and she sat down unpacking her bag onto the desk.

“So, just us today is it?” She asked happily.

“Yeah I guess it is, everybody else is working…” I said. We caught each other’s eye for a split second. My heart leapt as I realised that I still had quite an erection in my jeans. The same thought raced through my mind over and over again; please don’t look down, please don’t look down.

I saw her eyes quickly survey me from top to bottom. Her eyes widened slightly, and her soft lips formed a little smile. My face went redder still, as I tried to act composed.

“So, how’re your drawings going?” I said, attempting to get her mind away from my cock.

“Oh, not bad. I’ve been getting some inspiration from a few books I borrowed,” she replied politely, slowly looking up away from my bulge,”How are yours going? I saw you doing some drawing before.” She asked innocently with a sparkle in her eye. My face went red again. I wanted to change the subject, but I couldn’t without drawing even more attention to the picture.

“Oh that was just scribble really, just experimenting to be honest.” I replied, trying to sound casual. “So what are you going to do today?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation moving away from my drawing.

“Well I’ve done plenty of portrait work, so I think I’ll work on the essay. I haven’t done much for that.” She replied giggling. My stomach dropped slightly as she reminded me. I had forgotten about the essay entirely, and it was due next week. The topic was ‘Female nudity in art’.

“Have you done much work on your essay?” she asked.

“No, not much really,” I laughed “I’m kinda having trouble with the topic.”

“Oh really?” she asked, smiling broader than before “do you need any help?” she suggested. Many thoughts ran through my mind, but I cleared them. There would be no way in hell that that would ever happen.

“Yeah, well I’m not sure about the artists we’re supposed to be talking about. I’ve also had trouble finding images as the school blocks all of the sites and I can’t look up stuff at home without getting funny questions.” I explained, thinking aloud. Emily lent over her table, exposing her cleavage a little more, as she passed me her phone.

“The ones I’m writing about are on there, check them out.” She told me smiling, a mischievous look in her eyes.

I opened up the folder on her phone. There were about 15 photos of a gorgeous blonde girl. She was slightly pale, she had excellently perky tits, a shaved pussy with a small tuft of hair above her clit and a perfect bubble ass. The girl was in numerous poses, but none of them showed her face. I flicked through the pictures, trying to hide the erection in my jeans that was growing steadily. Whoever this person was, they were gorgeous. The photos were excellent quality. I was so tempted to Bluetooth the images to my own phone, as I badly wanted these in my porn collection, but she’d notice for sure. I handed the phone back to Emily.

“Those are cool images. Where did you get them?” I asked curiously. Emily looked at up at me from the essay she was writing, smiling sexily.

“Let’s just say they’re home made.” Emily replied softly. She wasn’t exactly being subtle anymore.

“Those… Those are of you!?” I exclaimed. I was shocked, but very turned on at the same time. Not only did she have naked photos of herself, she had shown them to me. I could feel my dick hardening very fast. Emily giggled, clearly watching my pants rise.