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Taylynn’s sock was still hung on our dorm room doorknob as I passed by. I couldn’t believe I had cum before her or even before her boyfriend exploded. I had to laugh a little. Then I wondered if that actually was a good thing. Oh well, it was what it was. I made a poor decision, however, to just wear my clothes. I was still rather moist and my clit rubbing on the denim sure didn’t help. My nipples were also still hard. I couldn’t cover them. So everyone saw my pokies as I walked to the art studio. Silly me. At least it would make it easy to get nude for the second class. Professor Dubin was in the studio setting up when I arrived. I walked in and surprised him putting the finishing touches on the display where I’d be. “So, I’m going to pose differently for this class I take it,” I said as I looked at the eggshell colored sheet draped delicately over a chair. “Oh, Miss Duncan, you’re early.” “Not by much.” “You don’t mind this setup do you?” “Not at all. I’ll just try it out now if you don’t mind.” “By all means,” Professor Dubin said. I put down my bag and right where I stood, I took off my clothes. I didn’t care that I was already in the studio. I didn’t care that Professor Dubin was standing almost next to me watching. I was going to be naked anyway, so why did it matter? Professor Dubin did not say anything when he saw I was naked underneath my clothes. Then again, I did realize that he had been in this same situation more than one time. He was obviously used to it. Escort Gölbaşı I sat in the chair and the cold silky fabric cooled my still hot body. My clit was no longer showing, but I was still quite moist. The coolness of the sheet on my hot pussy sent shivers through my body. My nipples were still slightly aroused and would immediately totally erect themselves with the slightest of touches. So I kept my hands away. I don’t know what made me do it, but I lifted my left leg into the seat and left my right one down while sort of leaning on the arm rest with my arm raised and draped over my head. This really exposed my central unit to the room. I didn’t give thought to Professor Dubin having his back turned when I struck this pose. He turned around and I heard, “Miss Duncan, um… I…” “Sorry Professor Dubin. I’ll move,” and as I started to do so I was stopped. “No, don’t. It’s perfect.” “Excuse me professor?” “That’s not what… Oh God… The pose, Miss Duncan. The pose. I meant that was perfect.” “Oh, sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.” “It’s me that is sorry. I wasn’t thinking before I spoke.” The door to the studio then opened and I turned fifty shades of red in succession. “Now that’s what I call a work of fine art! Thank you, Ashley!” “Mr. Valinshaw, I will not tolerate this behavior in my studio. This is an art class. You will respect the model or you may leave this instant! If not, I will make sure that you leave Keçiören escort and receive a failing grade. Now grow the fuck up!” My rosiness subsided and I wanted to laugh out loud as Professor Dubin stuck it to Taylynn’s boyfriend, who I did not know was in an art class. Now I would end up being the laughing stock of our dorm. Once he tells Taylynn he saw me naked in art class, my name will be plastered all over. At least I knew that Kiera would keep it quiet. Also, what we did together. That was all I needed to get out. I mean I didn’t mind if it did, but I’m sure Kiera wants it to be secretive for now. I stayed in the same pose as the students began to fill the studio. When each easel was occupied, Professor Dubin gave the same instructions to this class as he did the first. When he was done, I saw the members reach for their supplies. I decided to close my eyes. I thought it best because I felt it added to the moment. Plus, I could not watch Taylynn’s boyfriend sketch or paint me. I was still a little embarrassed over him walking in yelling his statement. However, not as embarrassed as what happened next. As I sat still, showing more of myself than I did to the first class, my mind easily entered to my venture with Kiera not even an hour before. I got lost in my own mind and blocked out the sound of pencils, brushes, and charcoal that were around me. I felt Kiera’s hands on my naked body as I sat still in one position. I saw her Kızılay escort bayan lips connect to mine and her hand fall on my firm breast again. Her fingers felt so good on my bare skin. My nipple rose against her palm and she massaged it so delicately as she pressed harder into my lips. I saw myself reaching around her naked body and pulling her closer into mine. Her hand fell from my breast so ours could press together. Our hard nipples tickled each other’s with erect heat as Kiera began to run her hands over the curves of my hips. One rested on my ass and the other on the inside of my thigh near enough to feel the waves of heat permeate from my aroused core. All the while, her lips never broke from mine. Kiera’s kiss tasted sweet as our tongues intertwined with wet desire. Our kiss was not the only thing wet. The trickle of moisture leaking out of me and feeling the droplet move slowly down the curve of my inner thigh, brought me out of my stupor and back to reality. I didn’t move. I didn’t open my eyes. I just let it flow. Still, my mind stayed on Kiera somehow, which only stimulated me more. My innie was now becoming an outie and my nipples were pointing straight out. Oh, and my clit. Geez, my clit! I could not stop it from coming out of hiding. I felt the combination of my hood pulling back and my clit pushing forward in its erectness. I just knew my pink pea-sized protrusion was showing prominently to the class. Still, I did nothing but let my arousal show. Besides, what else was I supposed to do? I wanted to actually moan. I just wanted to let my feelings out in sounds, but I knew I had to hold it inside. I was already showing enough to the class. No one knew how hard it was feeling these jolts of pleasure travel through me while being still and silent.
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