I had started a part time art class three weeks ago after I broke up with my latest boyfriend. I soon realised what I wanted to do with my new found freedom, I had always been quite crafty. The class took place every Tuesday evening and there were seven people in my class including me, and all but one classmate were close to my age of 23.
I soon felt some concern over whether I would pass this class, as had one small problem. I fancied the pants off my art teacher. He must have been in his late twenties, and insisted we call him by his first name; Ben. He was quite good looking, 6 foot 2-ish and brunette with a bit of stubble. He was trim and most likely visited the gym but was definitely not fitness obsessed.
I had class tonight, and we were continuing our watercolour scenery paintings from last week. As college time approached, I made the usual bit of extra effort. I am usually just in jeans and a t-shirt or wearing my PJ's round the house. But I wanted to look nice for Mr. Abbott. I mean Ben... Sometimes I get carried away in my schoolgirl fantasy!
Over my red M&S bra I buttoned my white blouse from Bravissimo, specially made for women with larger chests. I am a little bit big everywhere, I wouldn't call myself fat, but I'm definitely not skinny. I always had a decent chest even before I put on 10 pounds or so in my last relationship.
I then slipped on my lacy red knickers and some black stockings. They made me feel sexy, but still had a professional look to them under the red skirt I was about to put on. There was the illusion of tights, but with the freedom higher up the legs. Slipping the skirt up just over the light stretch marks I had on my hips, I felt attractive.
I wasn't dressing to seduce, I may be an adult but I think Ben can still get in trouble for getting with a student. He would definitely get in trouble for the things that I imagined. I grabbed my bag and folders, and left for class.
Being just a short walk away, I entered the class right on time as usual, most of the other students unpacking their portfolios. Ben was standing at the front of the class holding a mug containing what I assumed to be tea.
"Evening everyone. Sarah." He nodded towards me. I smiled back shakily and croaked "Hello Ben".
He had already set up our work areas with water, paints, tissues and scrap paper so I was able to continue my work immediately. Painting was the last thing on my mind. Throughout the class I couldn't help but picture straddling him on the desk at the front. Each time he took a sip of his tea I watched him, wishing he was putting those lips to better use.
I bit my lip as a pleasurable chill ran down my spine. Ben spots me squirming and asks "Are you okay Sarah?"
"Yes" I squeak, looking back down at my painting. As everyone else gets on with their pieces I peek up at Ben to see he is still looking at me. I'm biting my lip again. He gives me a little smile. Oh God.
I soon realise it is the end of the class, and I have done very little. I start to pack up slowly, so that everyone else has a chance to leave. Ben gets up from the front desk to come and help me with the cups of paint water.
"Are you ok Sarah? I noticed you didn't manage to finish your landscape today."