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by Jenny Ramshard

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 23

  “Oh god! I’m late!” Cady fumed as she looked down at her watch. She had changed in the cramped quarters of the women’s bathroom of the restaurant she worked at. She struggled to zip up the skirt and tried to pull it further down. She didn’t remember the skirt she chose to have felt this tight before, but then again time didn’t permit to catch the cross-town train and then commute by bus the other twenty blocks to the college.

  There wouldn’t be enough time to catch the second bus should she be late to this one. Due to her dorm room being clear across town Cady had packed for any mini emergency having been in the girl scouts and a Cosmo girl. Laundry had been hard to work in due to the scheduling at work. It made setbacks like today horrendous. It was hard enough trying to get the evenings off so she could attend night classes.

  White had been her choice of blouse tonight paired with a tiny black vest and skin tight skirt hoping to make a good impression even if it was a bit of a sluttish look. She couldn’t believe how much her feet sweat in the knee high boots and wished flip flops were appropriate school attire.

  Cady walked out of the restaurant and was greeted by rain. Her displeasure grew by the second. Why did it have to pick tonight of all nights to rain. Due to clear skies when she left for work she had left her umbrella at home. Luckily there was a shelter for inclement weather for people to stand under while they waited for the various busses.

  She would just have to make it across the street without getting soaked by a passing car. Holding her art portfolio above her head as a rain deterrent helped shield her from getting too wet. She thankfully made it across the street. Although nothing could have prepared her for the idiot drivers driving thru the puddles trying to splash water up on anyone caught outside since the opening for the bus shelter left them exposed to the inclement rains and area traffic who whizzed by. Already soaked to the bone, Cady was more than irritated by a late crosstown bus. This was not the impression she had wanted to give to her instructors, especially it being the first day of classes.

  She had finally found the right building and the cold winds had started to blow as she searched the outside doors for class room numbers finally locating the right room. She tried the door handle and it was locked, just her luck. She tried to peer thru the window on the door. Jumping in any heel was dangerous to begin with and at the rate her luck was going her normal bubbly self was stretched beyond its means. She tried to see on her tiptoes first. She saw three teachers speaking to a few students in the room.

  Cady knocked on the door and waved at the instructors. She didn’t get an answer. She continued to knock as she tried to gain the attention of someone in the class. After pounding on the door for nearly five minutes straight one of the other students was instructed to get the door.

  “Oh, thank you so much. The door must have been jammed or something.” Cady said to the young man around her age who opened the door. She was all hyper to finally be in the class room.

  “And who do we owe this disruption to?” The short stocky built man with a bald spot around the crown on his head asked. She assumed he was the main teacher.

  “Hi! I’m Cady, Cady Mil…”Cady tried to introduce herself and apologize for being late before being rudely interrupted by the man who obviously had a Napoleon complex.

  “Ah, yes Miss Miller. I see that you haven’t bothered to read the syllabus that we have thoughtfully provided you to help ensure a swift transition to the college way of life here have you.”

  “Can any of you please tell me what information you might find on the syllabus we sent out to each of you students? Mr. Drake asked. One student raised his hand.

  “Yes, Mr. Barrows” he said pointing to the young man in the back of the room.

  “That upon an untimely arrival past the start of class any student not in the classroom forfeits the right to be inclusive of that day’s lecture and will therefore be locked out of said lecture hall until the teachers deem a fit time to reopen the lecture hall doors.” The student recited near verbatim to what was on the syllabus.

  “But sir, it’s raining outside. Where are the students supposed to go during crappy weather?” Cady said looking for a bit of sympathy.

  “The student commons is a popular site on campus.” Mr. Drake said as he sighed over having been interrupted in such a way.

  “Have a seat Miss Miller we will discuss your future in this class afterwards.”

  “Yes sir.”Cady said as she began to wonder just how she was going to talk her way out of this. These classes were mandatory to her future. There was no way she was going to continue to work at a rundown mom and pop restaurant for the rest of her life. Just till her student loans came in and her finances eased up so she could look for something better.

  “Good evening everyone, I’m Mr. Nelson. Mr. Drake is the Anatomy teacher, I will be Mr. Grier’s assistantart teacher. We decided due to the few students requesting night courses that the individualized courses would be advantageous if efficiently taught together in a real world scenario. As for me I was a forensic specialist with the Miami-Dade PD for 15 years before I signed on for tenure here last fall. I also have an Art degree.” The rather tall, broad shouldered man with salt and pepper hair and a goatee stated.

  “Well that leaves me; I’m Mr. Grier, your Humanities art teacher for this semester. I’m hoping we will progress right along this quarter so that when we do the artist labs that we planned to help you understand the human figure better from an art perspective.” The man who stood maybe 5’9 had a full head of dark curly hair and five o’ clock shadow that made her think of Weird Al due to the 70’s style jacket he wore with the patched elbows. She could tell he didn’t get out much. He was probably too involved with creating some masterpiece outside of class to know what was going on in today’s world.

  Someone brought Cady a towel from the adjoining supply closet as she was dripping wet.

  “Oh, thank you.” She mouthed trying to not disrupt the class further. She dried her hair and dabbed at her chest and skirt.

  “Miss Miller, I think you’d be much more comfortable drying off in the women’s bathroom at the end of the hall.”

  “Oh no thanks, I’m good sir. I’ll just take a seat.” Cady said moving up the side of the lecture hall carpeted steps to a chair in the middle aisles near the steps.

  “Ma’am, why don’t you at the very least have a seat down here? This way the janitor can mop up the excess water that you are so generously watering the carpet with easier.”

  “Oh no really, I’m fine right here.” Cady said as she realized she was continuing to make a spectacle of herself. At the rate she was going Cady just didn’t care. She peeled off the small black vest and draped it over another chair to let it dry. Her white blouse clung to her chest and the cold air made her nipples harden beneath the damp cloth.

  “Here is a seat for you right in front, Miss Miller. I insist.” Mr. Drake said as he patted the back for the chair as if it were something more. She resented Mr. Drake for that comment. His treating her like a willful child rather than an adult was degrading. Cady walked down the few aisles to the front of class with resignation in her body posture.

  “Now that introductions are over are there any questions?” Mr. Grier asked.

  Cady held up her hand eagerly as she waited to be called upon. Mr. Drake looked to every other student but Cady. Satisfied he had made her wait more than she was comfortable with by the way she was fidgeting in her desk.

  “Yes, Miss Miller. What is your question?” Mr. Drake asked

  “Are we allowed extra credit and are we going to have live models in here to draw from like I see on the movies?”

  “No extra credit will be given in here if you can’t draw on your own merit alone this is the wrong class for you.” Mr. Grier spoke up.

  “Oh…I was just curious because I wanted to be a model just once for the
class.”

  “I’m sorry, Miss Miller, but I highly doubt you would pass inspection for the coveted spot of being a live nude model. Now because of the intricacies of the human body I figured we would start the year off with the human muscular system as the model that will be posing for us this week is Mr. Nelson.

  “Cady.” She corrected.

  “I’m sorry, what?

  “Cady, my name is Cady.”

  “If you insist, Cady, if you want to gain the right to sit where you choose and to gain the privileges as the rest of the class I suggest you answer the questions on the board for us.” Mr. Drake said clearly irritated.

  Cady approached the chalkboard and wrote in the answer to the first of four questions. The second and third one she guessed on. By the time she got to the final one she had erased half the question because her tits being so large she had wiped half of the question off the board with her. She pulled herself away to answer the final question all that was left was the imprint of her tits on the chalk board. And chalk on her white blouse. Embarrassed she quickly took a seat. The boys who sat elsewhere in the class laughed at the blackboard imprint which stood out so nice and clear now.

  She tried to pay attention but it was never her strong suit. Cady spaced out during the lecture. She played with her pencil in such a way it was more than suggestive. She pushed the pencil eraser into her cheek as if she was giving head and she chewed gently on the end as she tried to concentrate on what the three men were talking about.

  Cady dropped her pencil and purposely got out of her seat and bent over in front of the three teachers giving them an eyeful of her skirt riding up in the back revealing the white panties that clung snuggly against her moist cunt giving them a great view of her slit as the pencil rolled further under her desk prompting Mr. Nelson to race to her aid.

  Cady bent over further and hit her head on the bottom of the desk catching her hair in some used gum and dumped the contents of her pencil case out which fell off the desk was now scattered upon the floor. Mr. Nelson was at her side placing his hand on the small of her back and accidently caressed her firm ass while attempting to assist her in picking up the pencils and helping her untangle her hair.

  She had never felt that way before when someone brushed up against her or flirted with her till now. She could only imagine the feel of his hand against her flesh in that moment. It made her a bit giddy.

  Cady wobbled a minute as she stood upright, giggled and did a little hop at having her pencil back and gave Mr. Nelson a quick kiss on the cheek. She couldn’t explain why she did it or why she felt so giddy at her one simple gesture and Mr. Nelson’s electrifying sexual gesture.

  She quickly took her seat and ignored her body’s own response as she turned to chapter one of the textbook as she prepared to take notes.

  “By the way sir, what are the conditions of the college’s art program to be a live nude model?”

  “Ugh… Miss Miller this is something that should be discussed after class.” Mr. Drake said annoyed at her one track mind.

  “Tell me, class, is tonight supposedly a full moon by chance, because it seems that all the crazies are out in force tonight.” Mr. Drake asked point blank.

  “Yes sir, Mr. Drake tonight is that of the super moon.” Mr. Barrows answered.

  “Well that certainly explains a lot.” Mr. Drake said as he eyed up Cady.

  Mr. Nelson undressed down to his boxer briefs and sat on the stool in front of the class as Mr. Drake pointed out various muscle groups to the class with a wooden pointer stick upon the assistant teacher’s body. Cady stared at him longingly. She traced every angle and line on his body with her eyes, committing them to memory.

  He wasn’t like the other two teachers. He was in fine physical shape and looked not a day over twenty three with his rock hard abs and sinewy looking muscles that supported the shoulders and neck. She loved that he had the “v” between his hips and his groin proudly defined. Even his ass looked tight; you could see every muscle defined on his body. It made Cady want to drool over him. No man should look so fine and single. There was no wedding band on him.

  Cady couldn’t help the thoughts that ran through her mind. She felt herself blushing at looking at her teacher seminude. She felt embarrassed by how her own body responded to him. She felt her panties becoming moist as she stared intently at him. She found herself rubbing herself off as she stared at her teacher. She watched him as she continued to ease a finger then two deep into the far crevices of her wanton pussy.

  She wanted him. She made sure he kept eye contact with her as she pleasured herself. It wouldn’t be as fun if he looked away.She loved the stubble of his beard from a few days growth protruding out and showcasing his goatee. Her nipples now ached as she intently stared at him. She unbuttoned her blouse a button at a time, giving him ample exposure to the swell of her breasts. She wondered what it would be like to have him between her thighs. She pictured him a bit of a Dom, being the alpha male, commanding attention just by his very presence. She could definitely see herself in his more than capable hands.

  She drew a detailed picture of him in a side position although she centered the picture on his lower torso and stomach area with his rock hard abs and his tight ass and what she imagined his cock looked like with his balls hanging freely. She didn’t know what possessed her to draw her teacher in that position since that was not the position he was in or the fact that she drew herself at mouth level of his cock.

  As she looked at the picture she found herself salivating at the idea of having all three teachers fuck her. What was she thinking? This was not the time for her hormones to pick up speed as she fantasized about Mr. Nelson taking her right then.

  She drew the other teachers as well. Mr. Drake all stern and clean cut, the stockiest of the three men looked to be the right height to position him standing directly behind her with her skirt pushed up and his cock deep into her wet pussy. Mr. Grier on his knees under her sucking on her nipples her blouse pushed down over her arms used to keep her hands tied without the use of force. It looked more cartoonish than real life but she had a passion for Manga art. It softened the hard edges nature produced.

  She turned the page too embarrassed to show any one and too aroused by her own drawing. She always had been a daydreamer but she had never really thought about sex in this context before. She guessed it was because she had to admit she was attracted to the older men rather than the boys her age for one.

  If she did choose to lose her virginity she wanted it to be by someone who knew what they were doing. She had heard tales all through high school how with the boys her age many of the girls claimed that sex hurt cause they didn’t care about anything but fucking which just didn’t sound appealing to Cady at all.

  Cady continued to stare at Mr. Nelson. She imagined him in a cop’s uniform and thought that would make him irresistible. She would let him handcuff and frisk her any day of the week.

  Cady didn’t even hear the bell ring she was so into her own thoughts. While the rest of the class got up and left the room Cady didn’t budge. She didn’t even notice that Mr. Nelson had managed to put a robe on. She didn’t even notice when her artist portfolio finally toppled off the desk top sending her artwork everywhere on the floor.

  Mr. Nelson and Mr. Grier picked up her artwork while Mr. Drake walked over and tried to snap Cady from her daydream. He waved his hand quickly in front of her face and then slowly before he snapped his fingers. It was this that brought her out of her daydream.

  Mr. Nelson and Mr. Grier were looking at Cady’s artwork. It was very intense and powerful in its subject matter and reflected an innocence becoming of a child who looks at things for what they were. She definitely knew how to capture a person’s attention and draw them into unlocking more of her drawing’s secrets. Her drawing pad fell as well revealing today’s drawing.

  “Mr. Drake, You need to see these. They are incredible, very intuitive, fluid and personal.” Mr. Nelson said admiring the sketch.


  “Cady, you definitely have talent as a sketch artist.” Mr. Drake agreed as he looked over some of her drawings.

  “Thank you, sir.” Cady said with enough spunk to become hyper as she began jabbering about why she drew certain sketches till Mr. Drake put the sketch she drew today in front of her on the desk. The room went eerily quiet. Mr. Nelson made sure the door was secure.Cady glanced around the room as it dawned on her that class was over.Cady felt a bit vulnerable at that moment. Her entire daydream could be played out right here right now. She felt herself becoming wet from the excitement of having all three teachers alone in the room.

  “However we still need to discuss your future in this classroom.” Mr. Drake said still annoyed at her antics in class.

  “Yes, sir I understand sir. Can we also discuss my desire to be a live nude model for the class one day soon? I’d consider it a great honor, Mr. Drake.”

  “This is no time to be discussing something like that, young lady, when you’re looking at being permanently dropped from this course because you refuse to have any respect for authority.” Mr. Drake said nearly beet red in the face.