Blake takes on a new love interest...
Ok, so I have gotten a rush of inspiration. That or I'm really really bored.
The art studio was it's own wing of the Bembridge campus. It was in practical seclusion. Adrianne had left Blake a lusty, racy note on his chalkboard the night before to meet her in the studio for a quick, mid-day rendezvous. Blake was instantly turned on by the thought of not only taking Adrianne in the midst of clay and paint and oils, but also having a wide range of props that, to anyone else were simple art tools, but to Blake and Adrianne were affirmations of their sexual liberation, yet unity. Blake smirked as the thought clouded his mind. There came a knock at the door, one of his many adoring female students, and snapped back to reality, Blake quickly erased the naughty note, and came to the door.
"Hey Mr. Montgomery! I wanted to talk further with you about my grade. Ya see...I deserve better than a B."
"You got a B because your thesis was under-developed. But if you want to continue arguing, be my guest. That's the grade and that's what is going in the grade book."
"You are not going to ruin my GPA just like that, Mr. Montgomery. I will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to get my A."
Mr. Montgomery heaved a heavy sigh. Kimberly Winston was quintessential Bembridge society. In fact, her nick name around campus was "the Bembridge bitch" but Blake being the optimistic first year teacher that he was, took on Kimberly enthusiastically. Now it was just tedious. Even though his thoughts were still on Adrianne's taught and finessed body, Blake couldn't help but consider Kimberly's petite, young, barely-a-woman figure. He aroused to the fact that Kimberly didn't know the glorious weapon of her sexuality that she possessed. Blake flashed to a thought of him as a different kind of teacher, one that assisted Kimberly into discovering herself. He had to make a mad dash to sit behind his desk.
"Anything?" he asked Kimberly, this time formulating a plan that would service them both.
"Yes," blurted Kimberly, desperate to keep her grades superior.
"Ok, meet me at the art studio in about a half an hour."
Flipping open his cell phone, he hastily called Adrianne, purred some erotic words into the receiver, and urged her to meet him in a half hour.
Half an hour, just enough time to gather a few things he needed to push his sexually lateral envelope.
CLIFFHANGER!
Shan
The art studio was it's own wing of the Bembridge campus. It was in practical seclusion. Adrianne had left Blake a lusty, racy note on his chalkboard the night before to meet her in the studio for a quick, mid-day rendezvous. Blake was instantly turned on by the thought of not only taking Adrianne in the midst of clay and paint and oils, but also having a wide range of props that, to anyone else were simple art tools, but to Blake and Adrianne were affirmations of their sexual liberation, yet unity. Blake smirked as the thought clouded his mind. There came a knock at the door, one of his many adoring female students, and snapped back to reality, Blake quickly erased the naughty note, and came to the door.
"Hey Mr. Montgomery! I wanted to talk further with you about my grade. Ya see...I deserve better than a B."
"You got a B because your thesis was under-developed. But if you want to continue arguing, be my guest. That's the grade and that's what is going in the grade book."
"You are not going to ruin my GPA just like that, Mr. Montgomery. I will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to get my A."
Mr. Montgomery heaved a heavy sigh. Kimberly Winston was quintessential Bembridge society. In fact, her nick name around campus was "the Bembridge bitch" but Blake being the optimistic first year teacher that he was, took on Kimberly enthusiastically. Now it was just tedious. Even though his thoughts were still on Adrianne's taught and finessed body, Blake couldn't help but consider Kimberly's petite, young, barely-a-woman figure. He aroused to the fact that Kimberly didn't know the glorious weapon of her sexuality that she possessed. Blake flashed to a thought of him as a different kind of teacher, one that assisted Kimberly into discovering herself. He had to make a mad dash to sit behind his desk.
"Anything?" he asked Kimberly, this time formulating a plan that would service them both.
"Yes," blurted Kimberly, desperate to keep her grades superior.
"Ok, meet me at the art studio in about a half an hour."
Flipping open his cell phone, he hastily called Adrianne, purred some erotic words into the receiver, and urged her to meet him in a half hour.
Half an hour, just enough time to gather a few things he needed to push his sexually lateral envelope.
CLIFFHANGER!
Shan