Take it Easy - Chapter Four: Waking Up is Hard to Do - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter Four: Waking Up is Hard to Do

... all." "So am I. You never mentioned that you like art." I scolded her. "Ashton, Aaron, who's your friend?" Ms. Archer interrupted. "Ms. Archer, this is Lana. She just moved here from New York." Ashton introduced the two of them and then she and Lana sat on either side of me. While we waited for class to start, we began the ritual of watching the people come in. One reason that I've always liked art class is that it provides an opportunity for people who are considered "weird" or "goth" or whatever to be treated equally. In art, it doesn't matter how you dress; everyone in the class wants to be there because they have a passion for the subject, so we are all the same in that way. Ms. Archer began. "Hello class, I'm Ms. Archer. I assume you all know the rules, so today I'll allow you some free time to unwind after that long day of boredom." She winked at me and sat behind her desk to work on a clay mask that she was painting. I pulled out my sketchpad and started doodling. After I drew a fish with a man's muscular torso, Adam's face with a pig's nose, and a Ferrari crashing into a Lamborghini, the bell rang and I started packing up. When I glanced over at Lana, I saw that she had been drawing on her own sketchpad. "Hey, Lana, can I look at that?" "Um... Yeah, sure." She shyly replied. It was a pencil drawing of me; Lana had captured my features perfectly. My brow was furrowed in concentration, my hair messy and spiked, my shirt just tight enough to show my muscular shoulders ...

... and chest, the tendons in my hand and forearm taut as I gripped the pencil. I was suitably impressed. "Lana, this is awesome!" I grinned at her. "Thanks." A broad smile crept onto her face. Everyone likes hearing that their work is appreciated. "I can't wait to see what else you can do." I remarked while she put her sketchpad away. After Lana left for soccer, Ashton and I made our way down the hall. "Hey, I forgot something in the dance locker room. Can you come with me to get it?" She asked me. "Yeah, sure." I said. I wasn't in any hurry to be home (Nicole was getting a ride from a friend), so I walked her to the locker room. When we got there, though, I hovered hesitantly by the door. "There's no one in there." She laughed. "You can come in." "Boldly go where no man has gone before..." I muttered as I followed her in. "I have a confession to make." She said, grinning mischievously. "I didn't forget anything." "I knew-- !" I stopped as Ashton covered my mouth with hers. When she ran her hand up and down my crotch, I knew she was in a hurry. She pushed me down onto one of the benches and grabbed my rock-hard dick through my jeans. "I never got to pay you back for yesterday morning." She said seductively while she pulled my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. I threw her shirt open and admired her bra-covered chest. "Y'know, our propensity toward public fornication is gonna get us in a LOT of trouble one of these days." I sighed as she took my cock into her mouth. She stopped ...