Naughty Night School: Part 4 – Use Your Words [College] [Teacher/Student] [MF]

How can anyone answer such a question? Yes. *Obviously*, yes. Of course you are making me nervous, Val, and you’re eating it up.

“Gwen? Are you here?”

A tentative voice calls from the classroom, it’s Chloe. Thank the stars for keen students, I’ll be marking her next assignment with especially kind eyes after this well-timed interruption.

“Y-yes!” I call back, straining to be breezy.

Val is staring down at me, an amused smile on his face. I start to place my hands on his chest, meaning to push past him, but if I *touch* him I think my knees might buckle. Instead, I float my palms in front of me, unsure exactly what to do with them, stupidly looking like I’m trying to signal my surrender. I clear my throat and I step to one side awkwardly, hurrying out the supply room, and closing the door behind me.

“I was just—We have a new model this evening,” I gesture behind me as I cross the room, “Tyler had to cancel.”

Chloe looks visibly disappointed at the news and I watch her expression drop. She is a sweet, delicate thing, and definitely one of Tyler’s biggest admirers. I’ve caught a blush blooming on her face more than once this semester.

“Are you okay, Gwen? You seem a little…breathy?” Chloe studies me, dropping her satchel to the floor and setting up at one of the easels.

“Oh, fine! Fine.” I wave her off. “I’m just running late.”

My students slowly file in, murmuring pleasantries, and taking up their positions in the circle. I quickly run through my short presentation, outlining the goals of tonight’s lesson. My confidence grows as I fall into a comfortable groove. My voice rings out clearly, I move gracefully, and remember all the points I wanted to cover.

“We have a new model this evening, Val. He is stepping in, rather graciously, as a replacement for Tyler. I’d like to share that this is his first time sitting for a class, so I appreciate your understanding in advance, as we play things a little loose this evening. We were very lucky to have him join us on such short notice, and I’m sure you’ll all make him feel welcome.”

I knock on the supply room door to signal Val. No turning back now. I silently remind myself that this is for the good of the class, and the success of my career. We needed a model and I procured a model. I was simply being a good problem-solver. This has nothing to do with the fact that I have already undressed him with my eyes across the cafeteria on numerous occasions. I should have just sucked it up and stayed in the staff room.

“We’re ready for you.”

That’s a lie. I am *not* ready for this. I am not ready to test my poker face in front of an audience. I turn from the door as I hear it click open, and quickly step over to my laptop to switch on the music. Soft, jazzy lo-fi beats flood the space as Val moves from the dark edges of the room to the warm light of the centre platform. Wrapped in a dark blue robe he stands calmly, his arms relaxed at his sides. His expression is even, giving nothing away, as he waits for instruction. I was mentally preparing for him to swagger up there and start stripping, grinning at me the whole time. The fact that he’s taking this seriously is somehow more unnerving.

“We’ll start with charcoal, and do a round of rapid gesture drawings to warm up. Val,” I force myself to make eye contact with him, “if you could hold each pose for about three minutes if you can, it doesn’t have to be exact. We’ll start you on the bench?”

“I think I can manage that.” He nods, and I catch a hint of a smile as he moves to untie the robe. I can’t look. This is ridiculous, he is just another body. All bodies are unique and wonderful to study. They are muscle and bone and flesh, and not inherently sexual and—The robe parts and he slides it off, draping it across the bench. *Oh fuck*.

You know that tingle that happens in the corners of your mouth just before you are about to eat a sour candy? When your mouth is literally watering in anticipation of devouring something delicious? You can’t control that reaction. You can’t *explain* to your mouth that we are not *allowed* to taste Val. We are not *allowed* to *lick* Val in front of a class of students. *My* students. Val is not food. He is not a *dish*, uuuuuuggggh but he is so fucking edible. This is going to be torture.

The lights cast shadows along every contour of his body, outlining even the most subtle dips and curves. His arms and chest are lightly toned, his stomach flat, and there is just enough definition in his legs that makes me wonder if he bikes, or swims. A small, soft patch of hair peppers the centre of his chest, and a trail moves down from his navel to his….nope! NOPE. I cannot openly gape at his cock. What if he starts getting hard? Is it *vain* of me to instantly worry that? Is this a big problem for models with dicks? Do they just have to think about taxes or their grandparents the whole time? Am I staring? I’m definitely staring. Quick, look interested in the nearest student’s work. I stand next to one of my students, nodding along numbly as they quickly plot out shapes with the charcoal. I hastily attempt to realign my thoughts. This is an art class, not a peep show. I am an artist. A form is a form. Everything is fine.

Val moves into a new pose, stretching one leg out casually, leaning back one arm while resting the other in his lap. How in the hell is that bastard so god damned relaxed?!

I hear soft scratches of charcoal against paper as swift hands move to capture the pose. I avert my eyes and move to drift around the circle, seeing images of Val plastered on every paper I pass. The sketches are loose and abstract, a simple capture of the main shapes of the body, but it’s him. Undeniably him, everywhere I look. This feels like the monkey paw result of a poorly phrased wish.

The minutes pass quickly, and Val moves into a another pose. He stands now, turning to face me where I have hidden on the far side of the circle. I know he can’t see well past the stage lights, but his eyes seem to find mine easily. Why do I feel like the rat in a trap when he is the one stark naked and exposed in the centre of the room? I hear Chloe drop her charcoal stick to the floor and scramble to pick it up, he stool scraping loudly in the quiet, focused room. I realize this is the first angle she’s got of him head on. I’m glad I’m not the only one having trouble keeping my composure.

The class ticks on, and I get unrestricted access to every single angle of Val. I get to watch every muscle roll and stretch, see papers covered with his strong frame and angular features. All the while desperately trying to focus on guiding my flock, educating young minds. Doing my fucking job and *not* drooling over Val.

I call for a break. For obvious reasons there is a strict policy regarding phone use when a live model is present, so the majority of the students quickly file out into the hall to stretch their legs and check their socials. I head up to the platform and bring Val a bottle of water.

“How are you doing?” I ask as he wraps in the robe again, and I feel brave enough to meet his eye.

“A little stiff maybe, but I think I’m well-suited to sitting and looking pretty. Don’t you?”

“You’re doing quite well for a first-timer.” I say noncommittally, darting my eyes over to two students chatting animatedly by the door. They seem uninterested in our conversation.

“Oh common, that’s an empty answer. I’m out here on a platter for you, vulnerable and shy. Perhaps I’m feeling a little self-conscious.” Val drops his voice and follows my line of sight to the students by the door. “My ego could do with a little stroking. I thought you might be able to help with that.”

“Stop that, people will hear you!” I hiss back at him.

“After class then.” He claps me on the back and strolls off the platform. I whirl around, ready to protest, but he shoots me a wink. A *wink*. Hot. That’s like my reset button. Systems rebooting in 3…2…1…I have got to keep it together. He is unravelling every ounce of sense and self control I have.

Val circles the room and inspects the sketches, smiling and looking thoughtfully at few.

“My ass doesn’t really look like this does it?…I look pretty dashing in this one though,” he says, cocking his head to the side, “the artist has bulked up my frame a little too, much appreciated.”

My class flows back into the room and we prep for the last exercise. I set Val up for a long, seated pose with a gauzy fabric flowing across his body and one arm. As I lean in to adjust the drape of the fabric, Val speaks in a low whisper so only I can hear.

“You’re taking such good care of me. I’ll remember that when it’s your turn.”

I pull back and hover my face close to his, my eyes rounding, and my mouth dry. I have no idea how to respond to this man. No one has ever spoken to me like this. Other than a brush of skin he hasn’t even touched me yet. Yet? What do I mean *yet*? Obviously he’s just playing some sort of self-satisfying game. He can’t be serious. No one is this confident!

The last portion of the class moves slowly. The students are focused on the longer capture, adding in more details, and highlighting more subtle features. I take the opportunity to sketch a little as I move between students. Just a few small figures, a quick study of his profile, I can’t help it. I’m *drawn* to draw him. Oh my god, I must be really nervous if I’m thinking in puns.

My anxiety builds as the class comes to a close. I haven’t allowed myself much time to dwell on being alone with him again after all this. I hand back the pile of graded sketchbooks and dismiss the class a little early. I catch sight of Val returning from the store room, pulling his t-shirt down over his jeans as the last students leave the room.

“You look disappointed. I’m sorry, but I was getting a little chilly.”

“I’ve seen plenty, thank you!” I respond quickly.

“You’re very welcome, but you can see more if you want.”

“You are *impossible* to talk to, every exchange is a baited trap!”

“I’m sorry, you’re just so easy to rile up. It’s very cute.” He chuckles and flops down onto the large office chair behind the desk, propping his elbows up on the armrests. “I liked watching you with your class tonight,” he swivels back and forth absentmindedly, “you’re good with them. Slipping quietly around the room, leaning in and whispering guidance. I couldn’t really hear, of course, but I could see enough to read their expressions. They respect you and your opinion of their work.”

“You saw all that from your perch did you?” I scan his face, waiting for a dig, but his expression is open and genuine. “Thank you. Honestly, I’m quite new to this. It’s nice to hear that I look like I’m actually pulling it off.”

“I’d take your class, if I had any talent for drawing.”

His eyes slide to the desk, spotting my sketchbook lying open. “What have we here? I thought you said you wouldn’t have time for your own work.” He flips through the few sketches I squeezed in during the lesson. “I like them…can I keep this one?” He flips the book open to the drawing of his profile.

“Of course, consider it a thank you for your help tonight.” I take the book and carefully tear the page free, handing it to him.

He takes the drawing and holds it lightly between his fingers, looking up at me. He seems to ponder something a moment before rising from the chair, an enigmatic smile on his face.

“I’m going to be frank with you, Gwen. Come, sit.” He stands behind the chair and gestures with his index finger.

Curious, and swayed by the sudden lack of teasing in his mannerisms, I perch on the seat while he holds it steady for me. He circles out from behind the chair to the front of the desk, putting a little distance between us.

“Very good.” He chuckles and cups his hand around the nape of his neck. His whole demeanour has changed. His confidence has shifted slightly, he seems almost hesitant to continue. He takes a small breath before continuing.

“I’m interested in you, Gwen. I find you very attractive,” his eyes lock on mine intently, “and if I’ve read you correctly, you possess certain… qualities that I gravitate towards. Would it be fair of me to assume you share that attraction?”

*Obviously*. Can I say that? This is oddly forward. I don’t think anyone has ever been so direct with me when flirting. Could you even call this flirting? It’s just stating.

“I…yes.” No secret there.

“Good. I do enjoy teasing you, but there are better games we could play. I’d rather be transparent with my intentions, so we can get the ball rolling if you’re up for it. Curious?”

I feel a little flutter in my chest, anticipation igniting. I’ve stumbled into a dangerous conversation.

“I can’t.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

“You’re a student!”

“I’m not *your* student,” he smiles this time, some of the teasing returning to his voice, “and that wasn’t what I asked. I asked if you were curious about what games I had in mind.”

“It’s still frowned upon,” I mumble.

I worry my lip, biting it between my teeth. Of course I’m curious, I’m so fucking curious. I would sit here and stare at you while we play Battleship if it meant I could see how this plays out. Though, I doubt he’s referring to something of the tabletop variety…

“What games?”

“Well,” he brushes an invisible fleck of dust from the desk, dropping his eyes a moment, “I fancy myself as a bit of a dominant, and I have a strong suspicion that you would do well at playing as my submissive.” When he looks back up, something dark shadows his eyes.

I’m more aware now of how purposeful he was in placing the desk between us, this physical obstacle giving me space to hear his proposition. He speaks again, noting my silence.

“Do you understand what that means? Do you have any experience with that?”

“Yes. I mean, I think I do, but I haven’t….”

“Do you want me to show you?”

“Yes.” I barely breathe the word, entranced by the idea of what he’s offering.

“Be a dear and go lock that door then.” He tilts his head towards the door but keeps his eyes on mine.

I slide off the chair and close the door to the classroom. The hallways are silent now, the college is a ghost town once the night classes wrap up. We are very much alone here. I lock the door, the bolt sliding into place with an audible *thunk*. I turn back to face him, my hands tucked behind me, still resting on the handle.

“Now come here.” His voice is even, low, and there is an intensity to his gaze now that wasn’t there before.

I move to stand in front of him, a pace away. A strange sensation is buzzing through my body at the suspense. I don’t know whether to be excited or afraid, but I can feel the slow drip of adrenaline releasing into my veins.

“Closer.”

I step forwards, close enough that I can smell his spicy, sweet scent again and feel the warmth of his body.

“This is how our little game is going to work. I suspect… that you are out of practice of asking for things you really want. You strike me as a bit of a people pleaser. Which, don’t get me wrong, will definitely play in your favour…. but there is a lot I can give you, Gwen. You just need to ask, but I’ll need you to be clear. Can you do that?”

“I think so.”

“Don’t be afraid to assert yourself, and know we can stop the moment you say so.”

“Yes, I can, but I don’t understand what I should be asking for…or stopping?”

He leans in close to speak into my ear, and I feel his hot breath against my cheek.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

My breathing becomes shallow and my heartbeat starts pounding insistently. I don’t think I’m capable of thinking right now. It’s taking my entire focus to remain standing. I fear if I open my mouth, no intelligible words will come out. He’s so close.

“Let me help you get started. Do you want me to touch you, Gwen?”

“Yes.”

“Now, now. Ask nicely. Show me that you really want it.”

“Please… I want you to touch me.”

“That’s my girl.”

He reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. It must have slipped free from my ponytail. The soft graze of his fingertips lights up my skin. He trails them down my neck, my collarbone, then down the outside of my bare arm. I’m wearing a thin, sleeveless blouse, dark wash jeans, and little white tennis shoes, but I suddenly feel like someone has cranked the thermostat up to max.

“That can’t be all. What else do you want? Don’t be shy.”

He pulls me close, scooping one arm around my waist, my breasts pressing up against his chest. He slides his hand under the hem of my shirt, smoothing his hand up my back, and caressing my skin. What do I want? I want more of this. I want more of him, but I can’t get the words out.

He tilts his head and starts to press light kisses up the column of my neck. My skin is on fire and I can’t stop a small moan from escaping. I can feel his lips curl into a smile as he breathes a silent laugh.

“Use your words, Gwen. If you don’t play the game, you won’t get what you want.”

“I want more.” I hardly recognize my own voice. It comes out thick and pleading.

He runs his tongue up my neck as his hands rove lower on my body to cup my ass. My eyes roll back in my head and I whimper softly, but when he captures my earlobe between his teeth, a hot flame starts to burn deep in my core, demanding to be fed.

“You’ll have to earn more. Do you want to earn more?”

“Yes.” My answer is a breathy whisper.

“One more time then, what is it you want?” He hovers his face close to mine, his hands still.

“I want more of you. I want to taste you.” I fist both my hands in the front of his t-shirt, and he squeezes our bodies closer together. My lust takes over and I bring my lips to his, desperate to feel him. He kisses me back hard, moaning into my mouth, his tongue exploring and tangling with my own. He sucks my bottom lip before breaking away suddenly.

He grabs my face with one hand, and speaks low and steady. His eyes burn into mine. “Then get on your knees, you sweet, desperate little thing.”

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