Lesbian Smithfield Academy

The Art Teacher:

Jodi Rogers, the thirty-six-year-old art teacher, smiles as she walks back to her desk, the dirty blonde-haired woman adored the young men in her class staring at her as she walked about the classroom. The teacher's tight black skirt barely covering her voluptuous bottom, pushing the limits of the school's dress code as her hips sway back and forth. The art teacher, much like the other female members of the faculty at the prestigious Smithfield Academy, made a regular habit of pushing the limits of what is acceptable by the school's code of conduct, treating the rules more as suggestions rather than guidelines.

Jodi's knee-high black leather boots click against the paint-stained tile floor of the school's longtime art room. The well-endowed woman's chest strains against the plain white blouse as it tries to conceal her large melon-like breasts. The caring teacher taking a few moments to lean over each of her students to compliment and critique their work; she giggles innocently as her breasts rub against the collection of high school seniors. Her vivid blue eyes shimmer as she enjoys giving each student attention, but she knows deep down the eighteen-year-old males that dominated her class roster are easily her favorites.

As Jodi returns to her large leather office chair, she places her plastic-framed glasses on the table and rubs her fingers across the bridge of her lightly freckled nose. The sound of the bell breaking the silence of the room as her students begin shuffling chairs about while dumping items into their respective backpacks. "Well, I hope you all have a good rest of the day, don't forget the assembly is tomorrow, and directly after that, we will be doing the art show here in class, so make sure your projects are ready to be displayed."

A collective grumble fills the room, as virtually no student in the room is ready for the art show day; in fact, most only sign up for the class to stare at their teacher rather than learning about watercolors. "Brian and Alex, I need you two to please come to the desk. I need to discuss the work or lack thereof I have seen from you two."

The pair of eighteen-year-old high school seniors both stare at the floor as they shuffle their feet towards the small wooden desk in the corner of the room. The couple both twitch their eyebrows and grin as they stand over their teacher, their vantage point giving the duo an almost free look straight down the low-cut tight blouse. The teacher taking her time picking up her plastic white framed glasses, placing them on her face before looking up at the two young men standing over her. Jodi takes her time before speaking, allowing her blue eyes to roam about the teenagers' bodies, momentarily stopping on the slight bulge in each other their jeans. Both young men continue to leer at their teacher's breasts, neither caring about how long she takes to address them.

"So, gentlemen, we need to talk," Jodi says as she playfully clicks her multi-colored nails against the wooden desk.

"Uh...Okay, Ms. Rogers, what is it we need to talk about?" Alex Smith, the taller, more athletically built of the two boys, says, as his dark brown eyes still have not moved off his teacher's lightly freckled tan flesh.

"Well, first and foremost, it is actually Mrs. Rogers, but that isn't the reason I kept you after class." Mrs. Rogers says as she corrects the young man.

"Okay...Mrs. Rogers, what have Alex and me done?" Brian White asks as he interjects himself into the ongoing conversation.

"I saw what little you have submitted for the art show, which as you know is over fifty percent of your yearly grade, and well, I am not impressed. I feel the pair of you are just screwing around and not taking things seriously."

Brian and Alex share a slight chuckle, as they know their teacher is correct about their efforts. "Well, Mrs. Rogers, Coach Anthony, told us to take your class just to get the easy credit, he said us being on the track team would help us, you know, get by."

"Oh, I see you two just want to get by because of your being athletes?"

"Well yeah, it has worked that way before, hasn't it?"

"Well, Alex, it can work that way if I am properly motivated to allow it to work that way. You could also end up like your fellow athlete Lawrence Jones and get suspended if I am so motivated to do that as well."

"Whoa!"

"Yeah, whoa, teach we can't get suspended. We both got colleges looking at us for scholarships."

"Well, Brian, Alex, I am fully aware of both of your athletic capabilities; however, I expect you two to take this more seriously and turn in some work. I can help with the "grades" part but not if there is no work turned in." Mrs. Roger's says as she takes a moment to make air quotes around the word "grades," Jodi says, as she stands up from her chair and steps closer to both the young men. "Coach Anthony and I have worked together before to help ensure you fine young men stay eligible, but I still require work; you can't just fuck off in here and do nothing," Jodi says as she slowly slides her long nails against one young man's chest then over the other teenager's chest.

"Uh...Okay, but..."

"But nothing Alex, Principal Edwards has worked hard to reform some of the more seedy stories about our school. He does require that some work be submitted, now how that work is graded again, he is very lenient on, and I am as well depending on my motivation."

Alex and Brian simply nod in agreement with the words of their teacher, the pulse of both teenagers quickening at the touch of the sexy teacher. The young men breathing deeply as they can feel their jeans tightening more as the art teacher takes her time slowly running her fingers up one's chest and then down the others. The only sound in the room the clicking of Jodi's boot heels as she begins walking around the athletic young men, her blue eyes scanning them over, almost looking at them as if they were pieces of meat rather than people.

"Now, gentlemen, I know I have likely made you both late for your next class, and for that, I am sorry. Inform your next teacher I held you after, and I will explain if that is needed to prevent further trouble for you both. I will be talking with Coach Anthony about what we can do to rectify the very sticky situation you two have created with your gross negligence in your work." Jodi says as she stands behind the pair, the tall heels of the knee-high boots allowing the normally five-foot-seven-inch teacher to whisper into the ears of the much taller young men as she spoke.

Alex and Brian both can feel goosebumps forming on their young flesh as the warm breath of their teacher caresses their ears. Each of them swearing they could feel the tongue of the older woman slightly flicking their ear lobes as she spoke. The pair nodding in unison as they acknowledge the teacher's words.

"Now then, I want you two to run along, and I don't want to have a conversation like this ever again with either of you; getting special treatment is going to happen. It has been a standard here for too long, and I don't aim to rock the boat. However, sheer fucking laziness and not even turning in a half-ass effort is some bullshit I will not tolerate. Are we all clear on this?" The dirty blonde-haired teacher says as her tone changes from her ordinarily happy, almost perky self to authoritative with a touch of anger, especially with the inflection she placed on each cuss word.

The sexual tension forming in the room makes the air seem heavy as the young men are almost trembling. Brian swallows hard, then nods yes; Alex follows suit doing precisely the same, swallowing hard then nodding in the affirmative.

"Don't fucking nod, answer me!"

"Yes, Mrs. Rogers," Brian quickly says, his voice nearly cracking as he answers.

"Yes, Ms. Rogers. I mean, Mrs. Rogers." Alex says in a shaken and nervous tone, taking care to correct himself as he realizes he has addressed his teacher incorrectly.

"Good boys now run along." Mrs. Rogers says as she gives both young men a playful slap on their firm young bottoms.

Brian and Alex practically run from their classroom both of their chests heave as they stare at each other in the hallway.

"Dude, what the fuck was that?" Brian asks as he and his teammate quickly walk down the hallway towards the building's central part for their next class.

"Brian, I know right, I got no clue; I was so damn nervous I thought she was all like about to bend us over and spank us or some shit."

"That woman can spank me anytime." Brian laughs as he makes playful hand slapping gestures in the air.

"Shouldn't you boys be in class?" A voice echoes from behind the sexually excited teens stopping them both in their tracks.

"Well..." Alex says as he turns to face the person questioning them, his voice trailing off as he is face to face with the person posing the question.

"Yeah, well..." Brian nearly mimicking his best friend, as he too feels taken aback by the presence of the person asking them where they should be.

Ms. Beth Sanders stands before the young men the six-foot-tall blonde hair blue eyed Amazonian like history teacher. "I asked you both a question, where should you both be at?" Ms. Sanders states her question again, this time more forcibly as she glares at the pair of track stars, who have more than a well know reputation for skipping class and abusing the horribly kept secret of the school, allowing its athletes way too much leeway.

Alex stammers as his thoughts and focus are on anything but answering a question as his cock presses hard against its denim prison. The eighteen-year-old's dark brown eyes locked entirely on the ample cleavage the history teacher's massive double D breasts and tight floral print shirt are providing.

Brian stammers some, as the exposed flesh also enamors him. "Well...Uh...Well...It is like this Ms. Sanders, Mrs. Rogers kept us after class to discuss some work we need to complete; she told us should we get in trouble or stopped to direct whoever stopped us to speak with her and she would explain."

"No doubt you two are not performing adequately in her class as is the case with much of your generation." Ms. Sanders says as she does not try to hide the disdain for the pair of known slackers. "Very well, gentlemen, remove yourselves from my sight." She says as she dismisses them both with a wave of her hand.

"What a fucking cunt." Alex says to his friend as they turn a corner and believe they are out of the teacher's earshot.

"She is always that way like some dominate bitch."

"Yeah, what that tall bitch needs is a big dick in her to take her down a peg or two." Alex laughs as he grabs at his still slightly bulged crotch.

"Shit, she needs this one, not yours." Brian laughs as he grabs at his crotch as well.

The pair of friends quickly part ways, with each heading to a different respective class, both entering the classes far past the ringing of the school's bell and both providing the same excuse as to their tardiness. The day before the big LGBT awareness assembly, announced only a day prior, is slightly hectic as the finishing touches are placed on the meeting agenda. Both of the troublesome student's teachers do not have much concern for their tardiness as the entire faculty focuses more on making the assembly the success they believe their head administrator Principal Edwards wants it to be.

As her planning period starts, Mrs. Rogers places her feet on her desk and scrolls through her phone, reading some of the text messages from her husband. "For fucks sake, Bill, I don't care," Jodi says as she reads through the boring messages. "I miss the old days so much." She says to herself as she thinks back to how they would exchange messages of a more x-rated nature in their dating days. The moment of introspection is quickly broken however, as a knock on the door and the entrance of Ms. Sanders snaps Jodi back into reality.

"Hey Jodi."

"Oh, Beth, what's up?" Jodi asks as she looks up from her smartphone.

"Your two troublemakers, I just ran into them. Did you keep them after class?" Beth asks as her eyes trace up and down Jodi's body.

Jodi's lips slightly curl into a grin as she can feel the other teacher almost eye-fucking her. "I did. I had to talk with them about their bullshit again."

"Jodi, I know you're still relatively new here, but don't take their shit. Go speak to their coach that will get their attention." Beth says as she rests her bottom against the edge of Jodi's desk. "Also, everything okay with you and Bill? I only ask because I heard you kind of cussing him before I walked in."

"You know I love him, but he is just so boring now. He doesn't excite me, and he doesn't try either. I want wild somedays I want to..."

"You want to fuck with reckless abandoned, be the college whore that is used and wanted by the guys?" Beth says as she interrupts Jodi mid-thought.

"Oh my God, you need to get out of my head! I mean, what the heck? I have never really said things like that to anyone." Jodi says as a rush of shock and excitement fill her body. "How the hell did you know that?" She asks as she pulls her feet down from her desk and sits up to give her full attention to her peer.

"You being a slut was the worst kept secret in college," Beth says with a giggle.

"Well, some of us are better at keeping secrets than others," Jodi says with a wink.

Beth can feel her temperature rising as she fights the urge to make a move on Jodi right then and there. "I am pretty good, but look, you been to this school. You know how things work and what is and isn't allowed; take advantage of it. Bill doesn't need to know about things."

Jodi swallows hard as she also feels urges and desires building inside her. "Well, let me start by talking to their coach and see where I want it to go."

"Sounds good, and if you need help with anything, sweetie, you know where to find me," Beth says as she leans down and places a small kiss on her friend's cheek.

Mrs. Rogers' pulse races as she takes the remainder of her free period to walk to the school's massive gymnasium. The thirty-six-year-old art teacher stares in awe of the size and scope of the state-of-the-art facility. She sighs deeply as she looks at all the newest upgrades the building has received, shaking her head at the idea she could not get a new floor installed, but the coaches have no issue getting anything they want for the athletic departments. "Such is the way it is, I guess when you bring in enough money that you rival the tuition." She laughs as she drags a finger across the bleachers.

"We actually have brought in more." One of the school's coaches' deep manly voice echoes inside the mostly uninhabited gym. "Al is going to shit a solid gold brick if he sees you walking across his basketball court in those hooker boots." Coach Anthony says as he tries to warn the teacher not to scuff the floor's pristine finish.

"Good, give me his solid gold shit brick, and I will use it to upgrade my pathetic art room," Jodi says as she continues to cut across the floor rather than walking around it.

"Okay, Mrs. Rogers, what can I do for you today?" Coach Anthony says while shaking his head, knowing he would not win an argument with the teacher fast approaching him.

"Well, it is about Alex and Brian."

"Oh, those two." The grimace adorning the coach's face as he says the pair's names telling a story in itself.

"Yes, those two delightful young lads. They have turned in very little work, and what they have turned in I would equate to being stick figure nudes and nothing I can display for the art show we do every year."

"So, what they are failing art?" Coach Anthony laughs at the idea that someone could fail an art class.

"Yes, they are, and from what I can tell, it will drop GPA below accepted standards."

"Whoa, look, I don't know how things were done at your old public school, but here we have a system."

"Yes, I am well aware of it; I attended this school after all. I also know that Principal Edwards, while he does not mind continuing the system that I so despised as a student, he also has left it to the teacher's discretion at how we work said system. I don't mind grading them very generously, but I need something in return for my generosity." Jodi says as she tilts her head back, looking into the coach's dark brown eyes.

"Oh yeah, and what's that, sweetie?" Coach Anthony says as a smug smile adorns his face.

"Oh no, not that, well, at least not from you. So, don't get any ideas, as far as you and I are concerned." Jodi says as she enjoys the feeling of the coach stripping her with his eyes. "Well, for starters, I need actual work turned in. I don't care what; watercolors, calligraphy, hell fucking finger paints would be something."

"Okay, that is reasonable." Coach Anthony says as he feels a mix of excitement and shock at the usually chill art teacher's words. "Anything else you want from them?" The coach asks as he accentuates the word "want."

"Oh, I think there are some other things I may want from them, but I will discuss that with them in person, but they will need to do that on their own time. I do not plan on sitting around here, waiting on them, and inconveniencing myself while working after hours. They can meet me here to discuss what needs to be done to push them along." Jodi says as she hands the coach a slip of paper with an address scribbled on it. "Please see that they get that and explain they need to be there promptly after you're done with them today."

Coach Anthony grins as his mind shifts to what he wants to discuss with the art teacher after hours. "They meet you to discuss, maybe help with something, and they pass?"

"No, they turn in work, and they pass. I have several projects they may be able to assist with if they show up, and that will help them pass. However, after hours, anything I do between them and me, so you sir, do not need any additional information. Even though I was not thrilled with them as a student here, I am not totally against all the hidden secrets of this school." Jodi says before twirling around and walking towards the exit, taking care to walk straight across the middle of the floor as she does.

As the school day, ends and the student body all go their separate ways for the day. The school's teenage athletes file into the gym to begin their daily after school rituals. The track team has the weight room for the day as Coach Anthony walks around observing the young men. He takes a moment to single out his two stars calling both Brian and Alex into his office.

"Okay, you two, we have talked about this before, and I am done talking to you both." Coach Anthony says as he slams the door to his office and points to the pair of chairs sitting in front of his desk. "I got a visit from your art teacher."

An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air as the Coach takes a seat at his desk, glaring across it at the two young men before him. The boys both sigh heavily as they hear the words art teacher. "Coach, we know we should have turned in something," Alex says as he is the first to speak, breaking the tense silence dominating the room.

"Yeah, we know we screwed up; we didn't think she would play hardball on us."

"Guys, really hardball, you think this is hardball? She just wants work turned in." Coach Anthony says as he slaps his hand on the desk. "She doesn't care what you turn in. Hell, neither do I; I do not give a fuck about art. This school has a system to allow you to compete and allows you to slide by, but that system is changing. Principal Edwards is moving away from it. You two can graduate from here and go on to add more Olympic gold to the list of stars we have had to walk these halls, but not if you can't glue some fucking macaroni to a piece of paper or whatever bullshit she wants."

"We are sorry." Both boys say almost simultaneously.

"Well, you both should be; she is honestly more than willing to push you along on the grade scale, and you two lazy asses are too busy fucking around." Coach Anthony says as he curls his fists in frustration with his athletes and the fact; he has to defend what Mrs. Rogers has requested.

"Well, is it too late?" Alex asks as he worries about his parent's reaction should he have to tell them he will not be competing.

"Yeah, Coach, I can't go home and tell my parents I am going to maybe miss out on a college scholarship because of this," Brian says, as he too feels nervous over the idea of such an outcome.

"I don't think it is going to come to that; she has offered to assist you both. She can be a bitch, but she is trying to work with us. Principal Edwards is changing things here, guys. I cannot stress that enough. These teachers have a lot more power when it comes to this stuff, used to be I'd just go tell old Principal Stevens what I wanted, and he would make the teacher abide, those days are done." Coach Anthony says as he grins about the good old days. "So anyway... She said she is not waiting around for you here if you want help, she is not inconveniencing herself and sitting her unpaid."

"Well, what are we supposed to do?"

"Yeah, I mean, we got no clue what is going to make her happy," Brian says as he moves his hands around, accentuating his confusion on the options he and his friend have.

"She wants you to meet her after school, but again she isn't doing it here; she is making you come to her. She has some project you two both can complete to push you out of the red on your GPA, so good luck."

"Well, isn't this after school now? Shouldn't we go see her?"

"Yeah, Coach Brian is right."

"She said to meet her here to discuss what it is you need to do." Coach Anthony says as he tosses the folded-up piece of paper across the table towards the teenagers.

Jodi Rogers casually walks around her small art studio, taking time to ensure she has the facility is in order for her impeding company. The art teacher, one of the newest members of the teaching roster at Smithfield Academy, can feel her heart thumping in her chest as she adjusts the pillows on the small sofa that takes up most of her lobby for the third time in the last five minutes. The naughty teacher thinks back to the conversation she had with Principal Edwards on her first day when he laid out the groundwork for the school's inner workings. The explanation of how he was tired of allowing the school's prized athletes to just skate by but at the same time, he knew that he could just not shut down the long-standing practice. The head administrator knew doing so be career suicide, and instead, he had to come up with new ways of somewhat keeping it while also raising accountability for the students.

Jodi inhales and exhales deeply as she replayed the next part of the conversation with her boss. The gist of it being do not ask and do not tell, and under no circumstances are you ever to get caught. She lets out a nervous laugh as she thinks back to how she believed he was joking or maybe even testing her when he explained how he knew many teachers had been in sexual liaisons with the school's older students. The Principal explained in detail how he opted to turn a blind eye to it all as long as it was not affecting the job performed or the student's grades. The feeling of excited butterflies again fill Jodi's stomach just as they did that day with the Principal. She knew the rumors and stories were accurate dating all the way back to her days attending the Academy. The teacher feels vindication after many of her friends dismissed her ideas back then as wild rumors and conspiracies.

"Thanks for letting me ride with you. My mom dropped me off today; she needed to use my car."

"Dude, it's cool. So where do you think we are going?" Alex says as he points to the GPS screen.

"I heard she has a little art studio where she shows and sells her paintings. Maybe we are going to help there or something." Brian says with a slight shrug of his broad shoulders.

"Hell yeah, nude modeling!' Alex excitedly laughs as he takes the next right turn the GPS announces.

"Man, I don't want to be up there naked with you."

"What about naked with her?"

"Mrs. Rogers? Well, now we are talking." Brian says as he twitches his eyebrows.

"Well bro, we're here," Alex says as he pulls the car to the side to park next to the sidewalk.

"This a house or a studio or what?" Brian asks as the oddly shaped building he is looking at confuses him. The front being concrete blocks and large glass windows decorated with various painted pictures, but the back resembling more of a house with siding and a shingled roof with a steep peak.

"Who knows, maybe she thinks the place itself is artsy or some shit, hell maybe it's a studio and her home; who cares? Come on; we need to get in there and find out what she wants us to do." Alex says as he slaps his hand against his friend's arm to get his attention.

Jodi stares put out of one of the few unpainted spots on her large picture windows at the black BMW that has just parked in front of her building. The thirty-six-year-old teacher can almost feel her hands trembling with excitement as she watches the pair of eighteen-year-olds step out of the car. "I can't believe I am finally doing this." She whispers to herself as she adjusts her hair and glasses before walking towards the front door.

Brian's large knuckle smack against the heavily painted, worn wooden door as he and Alex stand on the small concrete patio awaiting entry into the building. Jodi takes a few large breaths to center herself as she grasps the small ornate brass knob with her trembling hand. The teacher known for showing plenty of skin and outwardly flirting had yet to take this plunge. "Fuck it, let's do this." She says, psyching herself up as she twists the knob the door to open.

"Well, we are here!" Brian proclaims with a fake sense of excitement

"Yeah, what he said," Alex says, nodding his head towards his friend as he spoke.

The salacious art teacher's smile stretches almost from ear to ear as she looks at the two young men on her patio. The duo clad in blue jeans, tight form-fitting t-shirts that encase their athletic bodies so well, and their lettermen jackets, she can feel her body temperature rising as she invites the duo inside. "Well, please come into my studio."

"So, this isn't your house?"

"No, it used to be a house; now it's just an art studio. I rent out part of the old house as an apartment." Jodi says as she walks her students around the building. "Okay, so here is the deal, I know neither of you has time to actually get the work I wanted to be turned in done, so I am going to get you to work in another way."

"I have a tiny intimate class in the back, and we need to work on the human form," Jodi says as she twitches her eyebrows at the duo. "So, you are going to model for my class. This will be what I will count as your credit, and this is what I will grade you on." Jodi says as she leads the two teenagers through various rooms filled with paintings, some with sold tags attached to them, some still in half-finished stages, the teacher's talent becoming more and more apparent to the young men as they walk through.

"Why don't you show this stuff at school instead of what you teach us?"

"Well, Brian, I try to keep it simple at school. I know most of you boys have no interest in actual art; you are there for an easy class. I do an advanced program in the summer for people truly wanting to learn more. So, anyway, please step into here, disrobe, and meet me in the next room."

"So, we got to do nude?"

"Yeah, like stand there nude together?"

Sensing apprehension in the young men, Jodi giggles a tad bit. "No, you don't have to do nude. I will not make you do that. You can wear your boxers or briefs if you so desire. I know you both are adults, so if you want to do nude, then I think that is acceptable. I am not here to punish or embarrass. This exercise is just to enforce the fact you need to do some work; nothing in life is totally free, gentlemen, no matter what people in power promise you. You two make the call, depending on what you pick will depend on what kind of class we have." Jodi says as she excuses herself and allows the boys to make their choice.

Brian and Alex step into the small bathroom and begin to undress. The pair both stripping down quickly to their respective undergarments. Brian in his boxer briefs and Alex in his jockey's, the duo both breathing heavily as they both are wondering if they should take the final step.

"Dude might as well take them man panties off."

"What? These are comfortable; I figured you wore the same thing; I mean your mom did buy them for me." Alex laughs as he inhales deeply before peeling them off, letting his semi-hard cock out.

"Well, if you're doing this, so am I," Brian says as he follows suit.

The young men stand in the bathroom, breathing deeply as they try to avoid looking at the other, but much like a car accident on the highway, the pair both cannot help but look down. Alex's eyes lock in on Brian's cock almost simultaneously when Brian's eyes do the same to Alex. The only sound in the room that of the two teenagers heavily breathing. A knock on the door breaking the odd silence as the two snap their heads in the direction of the sound.

"Come on boys. I don't have all day."

Brian opens the door to unveil the pair of now fully naked young men. Jodi smiles and nods her head approvingly at the sight before her. The dirty blonde-haired woman's temperature was already on the rise just having the two men there with her, but now it is skyrocketing. The teacher does not have the same hesitation as the boys as she bends her head down, locking her eyes straight on the large pieces of meat dangling between the young men's legs. The teacher's vivid blue eyes take in every inch of the impressively sized flesh.

"Well, oh my, aren't you two are very impressive," Jodi says as her eyes dart from one teen to the other. "Both about what seven and a half to eight inches?"

"Yeah," Brian says with a smile.

"I don't know. I never measured." Alex says with a shrug.

"Well, I think Brian has, and he also eyeballed yours to be about the same as his." Jodi twitches her brows as she speculates on teens looking at one another.

"It's not a gay thing; it's just hard not to look," Brian says as he can feel his cheeks burn.

"Oh, my goodness, it's the twenty-first century, can't we move past this gay jargon," Jodi says as she shakes her head back forth slightly.

"Sorry, Mrs. Roger's, it's just that it's a guy thing." Brian's voice trembles ever so slightly as he stares at the floor.

"Yes...Yes, I understand, locker room talk and whatnot, and also you teens like to throw around that word like it's a horrible insult," Jodi says as she tries to calm down the embarrassed young man. "Okay, well boys, please come this way," Jodi says as she starts walking towards a room at the far end of the hallway.

The pair of nude young men have no question on where their eyes should be now as they lock in on the ample backside of their teacher. The only sound that of their breathing and Mrs. Roger's knee-high black boots clicking against the wooden floor. The thirty-six-year-old art teacher's firm round bottom stretching the material of her barely-there skirt to its limits as her hips sway from one side to the other, making her bottom impossible to ignore. The teacher's stride giving the boys a glimpse of the supple tan flesh of her buttocks, with every step barely exposing where her legs meet her butt. A feeling of confusion enters the teenagers' minds as their journey to the end of the hall does not come to a conclusion with a room full of art students but rather a small apartment looking room, with a bed, couch, and an art easel.

"I thought we were going to be models for your class?" Brian asks as he looks around, wondering where the class was.

"Yes, I may have exaggerated about the class size; it's a class of one. See, I was basing what I wanted you, naughty young men, to do on what you came out of that bathroom wearing." Jodi gleefully says as she turns to face her two students.

"How so?" Alex asks as he feels his semi-hard cock twitch.

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"Come out in your underwear, and well, we spend the next couple of hours with me having you two pose in various states while I draw you both for a series of paintings I am thinking of doing on male forms. Come out fully nude, and then I make you an offer that I don't want a whole class here for."

The boys stare at each other for a second, both swallowing hard at the term "make you an offer," the pair almost seemingly communicating with each other, mentally telling the other to accept the offer.

"So here is the offer, option number one. I can draw you both full nudes and send you on your way, and you pass. However, then there is option number two we can spend the time with you two physically gifted young men giving your little old art teacher a hard well deserved fucking, and maybe I snap a few pictures along the way for myself if I so chose to." Jodi says as she holds her arms out, palms up, awaiting the boys' choice. "Oh, and by the way, you both have to agree on the choice."​