u/AstridBuck

I chose Image #5!

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Leah knocked on the door and heard fast rustling of papers, a chair squeaking across the floor.

“Just a minute!” She heard him yell. Peering in the glass, she couldn’t see him until he rounded a corner on the other side of the classroom.

Charlie looked frazzled as he swung open the door. “Hey. Hi. Can I help you?”

“Hi! I’m new. I’m across the courtyard from you,” she pointed out the windows lining the room.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around,” he said. Leah noticed his movements were awkward, fidgety.

“I’m having trouble with this,” she said, holding up her laptop. “It worked for awhile, but it keeps logging me out. IT hasn’t gotten back to me yet, and I heard you’re the SharePoint whisperer,” she joked.

“Oh, yeah,” he sputtered, eyeing the screen. “It’s not that hard, there’s just an extra step they never tell anyone about. It’s not like my secret area of expertise.”

Leah smiled. “Yeah, I was surprised, because you’re an art professor, and that’s not exactly who I would have come to first. Can you help me? Do you have time?”

“Oh, yeah, I do, um, come in.” Charlie opened the door wider and stepped out of the way, watching Leah as she entered.

“Where should I…” Leah asked, holding the laptop towards him.

“Over here,” he said, motioning to a long drafting table and taking the laptop from her.

As he typed and clicked, Leah meandered through the classroom. Paintings, drawings, sketches, and watercolors lined the walls, and were strewn across the flat surfaces along with books and art supplies.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this at the end of the day, but I wanna catch up this weekend.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. It shouldn’t take long. Here,” he said, bringing the laptop back to her. “Put in your password.”

Leah looked at the screen, her first and last name, her username, filled in. “You know my name?”

He shrugged and looked down. “Yeah, we met at the semester kickoff party thing.”

‘Well, I know your name, too, Charlie,” she said, emphasizing it and grinning at him.

He went back to the table and she went back to looking around. “So what restaurants are good around here? I was only here for a week for my final interviews, and now I’ve been here almost a month, but I’ve been living off pizza and sandwiches.”

“Well,” he said, more seriously than she expected. “Anything in particular you like?”

“No, I’m pretty easy to impress.”

As Charlie thought, Leah turned the corner, into the nook he’d rushed out from, and found herself in front of an easel. On it was an oversized sketch pad, the first page covered in rough sketches of people that had been started and abandoned.

“Can I look at this?” She asked, her fingers separating the pages. “I can sort of see you working on it from my office.”

When she looked at Charlie, he was frozen in shock.

“Nothing creepy! I promise! I don’t watch you or anything. I can just sort of see in, see you working.” Turned away from the easel, she lifted the page, slightly.

“No!” He moved quickly, rushing to her.

Eyes wide, she shifted back, letting him move between her and the easel. “Sorry! I didn’t see anything.”

“No, that’s uh… That’s just a… personal project I’m working on,” he stammered.

“I’m okay with nudity! If that’s what it is, I mean. Just because I teach accounting doesn't mean I’m a prude.”

“I didn’t know you taught accounting.”

“So I just look like a prude?” She teased.

He shook his head, vigorously. “No, that’s not what I mean. I just, um…” He looked back at the easel.

“Can I see? I like your other stuff,” she said, pointing around the room. “I can appreciate art, I’m very cultured.”

“It’s not that. I’m afraid you’ll be… offended,” he stammered.

“I promise I won’t. What is it?” She moved closer to him, teasing him under her breath. “Is it weird?”

He chuckled, catching himself off guard. “No, it’s not weird.”

Leah reached behind him, lifting the edge of the page. “Then, can I see it?”

He hesitated. “Yeah? I don’t know. Fuck.”

“What?” She asked, her finger siding up the page, moving it more and more. She was excited. Excited to see him this nervous, and excited to see what he’d drawn that he was so worried about.

“Don’t turn it,” he begged, almost in a whisper.

“Why?” She asked, intrigued. “Now you’re really making me want to see.”

“It’s um…” he gulped, “you.”

Her eyes widened. “Me?”

He nodded, a worried look on his face.

She breathed in, long and hard, holding his gaze. “I’m gonna turn the page. Okay?"

She watched his eyes search her face, then, slowly, he nodded again.

Leah moved forward, skimming his arm with hers as she lifted the page and turned it over the top of the easel.

She stood back, studying the sketch. It was her at her desk, a lock of hair obscuring part of her face as she gazed out the window, towards Charlie’s classroom.

“Well, that’s definitely me,” she said, trying to control the excitement that had taken over her. “It’s pretty detailed,” she teased. “You must have been watching me for awhile.” The idea of it made her flush with desire and power.

“Oh, my God,” Charlie panicked. “Sorry, this is so inappropriate.” Fumbling towards the easel, Leah reached out, gently grabbing his arm.

“I like it,” she said, her voice soft. “Are there more? Can I…” Her hand was at the bottom of the sketch pad again.

Slowly, he pressed his hand on the page, near hers. Their eyes were locked together until he looked down and noticed her heavy breaths and pounding heart, matching his. When they locked eyes again, she nodded. Moving his hand to hers, he lifted the page and slid her fingers under it.

He nodded this time, and she turned the page again.

“Oh, wow,” she said, gasping in a breath as she studied the drawing. Composing herself, she tried to sound stoic. “This one's relatively accurate. I mean, they do kind of look like that.”

“Fuck. You’re being really cool about this. I don’t understand.” Charlie was flabbergasted.

Leah shifted towards him, close enough to feel the heat of him. “I like it. It’s very flattering.”

“Do you think I’m a creep?” He asked, his voice wavering.

“Yes,” she smiled. “But I like it.” Still close to him, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “Is this just something you do to all the new professors?”

“No!” He was immediately insistent. “I swear!” He paused, his shoulders softening. “Just you. Ever.”

“I don't believe that at all.” Her arms were still crossed, a look of suspicion across her face. “There’s no way you're just drawing me.”

Leah watched as he controlled his breath, as he got braver. “I swear. You’re very… easy to want to draw. You’re beautiful.”

Leah noticed the urge to fan herself. She could feel her body getting hotter. She watched Charlie, looked in his eyes, more confident than before. Surer.

“So,” she started, trying to keep it together. “Do you do this on the side? Like a side gig, Not Safe For Work art?”

Charlie shook his head, his soft eyes focused on her. “No, just for me. And for practice, of course.”

Leah decided to be bold. “If it's just for you, then why didn't you make a move?”

“I know what people say about me, but I’m not a player. I didn’t want to come on too strong. I didn’t want to offend you.”

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing as she pointed at the easel. “You didn’t want to offend me??”

He shrugged, loosening up enough to smile. “You just seem like, I don’t know. I thought you might not be single.”

“I’m single,” she breathed.

He paused, biting his lip to hide a grin. “Good.”

“I don’t know. I still don’t know if I believe its just me.” Leah studied the sketch pad, then turned to Charlie. “If I keep flipping, am I gonna see nudes of the calculus professor? The director of HR in a compromising position?”

More confident now, Charlie crossed his arms, shrugging with a twinkle in his eye.

“Interesting. I guess I’ll look, then.” She turned the page again, stifling a gasp when she saw the next drawing. It was her, reclined on her side, knees pulled up, in an outfit not unlike the one she was wearing now. A button down shirt and skirt. The perspective he’d chosen meant they were both looking directly at her ass. “Okay. This one's kind of... risqué. I mean, you've never seen that. This is definitely not a position you've seen me in through the window of my office.”

“I have a good imagination,” Charlie offered.

“Mmm,” she hummed, moving closer to him. “Are you curious? What it would really look like?”

His eyes widened and he nodded.

“We could do a life drawing class, right?” She suggested. “Is that what you call it?”

Grinning now, he nodded again. “Uh huh.”

“That's fine, right? It’s acceptable? If I'm in… risqué poses in your classroom?” She asked, close enough to press her foot against his.

“Studio,” he corrected her, cheekily. “But yeah, I could make the argument that it’s fine.”

“Oh, your studio, of course. I'm so sorry,” she teased. “So you could just say you’re what? Testing me out as a model? To see if I’m…”

Charlie’s eyes scanned her body. “Good at posing?”

“Mmm, right. If I can hold a pose. If I can,” she breathed in, steeling herself, “take direction. Wanna try it?”

“What about the SharePoint? I didn’t finish setting you up.”

Leah grinned and shook her head. “You said it’s easy, right? You can do it after?”

Close enough to kiss him, she looked into his eyes. His arms were still crossed, but she could see his chest rising with his excited breaths, she could hear him try to control them. She turned away from him quickly, sitting in a chair pulled up to a long table. When he couldn’t see her face, she pursed her lips, letting out a slow, deep breath. She could feel how much he wanted her. It seeped out of every one of his pores. She needed more of it, and she knew she could draw it out of him.

“Okay, so, the first drawing was of me like this, right?” She sat up, a pensive look on her face, and pulled a lock of hair over her eye.

Charlie moved towards the easel, flipping all the drawings back, pretending to compare the first one to her sitting in front of him. She could tell he was forcing his voice to be as clear, as professional, as possible.

“Yeah. I got it pretty close. Just this…” Leah felt his fingers on her collarbone, near her shoulder. “Your shirt was more open at the top.”

She felt as blood rushed between her legs, a warmth building from her core. She took his hand in hers and stood, determined to keep teasing him.

“And then I guess second is my… with my shirt pushed up? Right? I mean, that was the second drawing I saw.”

He flipped to the second drawing, and they both studied it before Leah perched on the table, her legs crossed.

“Yeah, um, and no bra. Right? Because it was… out.” He gestured across his own chest as he stumbled over the words.

“They were. Out. Right?” Grinning, she reached behind her, under her shirt, and unhooked her bra, pulling it through one sleeve and then the other. She watched the change in his face as she pushed her shirt up, pressing and squeezing into the bouncy flesh. “Did you get close?”

Transfixed, he almost panted. “What? I’m close to you now.”

“No, the drawing. Is it close to the real thing? What it really looks like?”

“Oh, um,” he forced himself to look back at the drawing. “Can I?” He reached out towards her.

She nodded, and he put his palm over her hand, the pressure moving it up slightly. She looked down, the veins and tendons in the back of his hand pronounced. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Make sure it looks right.” She looked back up at him and their eyes locked. “Is this how your life drawings always go?”

“Never,” he managed, in a whisper.

Quickly, she pressed herself back on the table, her skin cold when their hands moved away from it. She folded her legs up and pressed her shirt up again, her chest exposed.

“Ohhh this would be nice,” she said, satisfied with herself. “Because it sort of suggests the next one, right? My legs together, but from behind?”

Charlie balled his hands into fists and then stretched out his fingers. His voice was still breathy. “I… can’t believe I didn’t think of that.”

“And then I was laying on my side in the third one, right? So where should I…” Charlie hurried to the table, sweeping everything that was in her way to the side. As she reclined, she continued. “Was I wearing underwear in that one? Let me see?” She asked, nodding to the easel.

He did, turning it so she could look at the drawing of herself, feet curled up, ass out.

Her face was serious as she got into the position. “Okay, I do have on underwear in this one, but,” she grinned up at him, “I like it better without.” She held his gaze as she slid her panties off, both of them so quiet that they heard them hit the floor.

Still watching him, Leah reached back, her arm resting on the curve of her hip, her fingers softly pressing between her legs. As she ghosted her fingertips across the outside of her pussy, she talked to him.

“You could’ve said hi to me, couldn’t you?”

He nodded, transfixed again, his heavy breaths audible.

“But you like watching me,” she stated.

He nodded again.

“You think you like watching me more than you’d like touching me?” She asked.

“Lemme see?” He moved towards her. One hand on her hip, softly cupping the curve, the other moved under and behind her, where she couldn’t see. She pulled her knees even higher, her nipples grazing her thighs as she balled herself up, presenting herself to him.

“Okay,” she said, holding in a moan as she felt his fingers replace hers between her legs. “Just for research, though, right? Touch it, so you know how it feels. So you know how to draw it better.”

She felt him press harder, his initial caution giving way as his fingers got wet with her, pushing gently inside her.

Clearing his throat, he tried to keep up the act. “Yeah, this is… helpful. I really get a sense of…” his breath wavered, and he broke. "Fuck. You’re so fucking wet.”

Looking up at him, she gripped his forearm. “Is the door locked?” She whispered.

He looked at her, his fingers still fucking in and out of her, and shook his head no.

“So far there’s no proof,” she said. Her head was tilted now, and she bucked against him, matching his strokes. “If someone finds the drawings, there’s no proof I was ever here. You could just be a big perv. A depraved freak. A desperate loser.” Looking back up at him, her eyes were wide. “But if they walk in…”

“Then they could see this body, too,” he answered, confidence back in his voice. “Maybe I do like watching. Watching what I do to you?” He looked down, shifting his body back and pulling up on her ass cheek, gazing at her, spread apart.

She grabbed his arm again, pulling to guide his fingers back inside her. “Keep going.”

As he slid them back in, he teased her.

“Maybe I’ll do a whole collection of you. So I’ll have to see you a lot more. I’ll have to see everything all the time. You wouldn’t want to deny an artist his muse, would you?” He leaned over her, her skirt bunching up against his hips as he pressed his body into hers and she felt his tongue on her neck.

“Fuck you,” she laughed, insistent. “That’s a line. That’s a line, how many times have you said that? How many women have you said that to? Hmm? How long have you had this classroom?”

“Studio,” he breathed, between licks.

Bucking and writhing, she could hardly find the breath to speak. “Oh, right, so sorry. How long have you had this studio? Pretentious. Truly insufferable. So you’re a perv AND you’re pretentious? What an unappealing combination.”

She felt his laugh vibrating in her throat. “I wish I’d drawn this before I touched you,” he murmured. “So I could see how much wetter it is now.”

“You can draw me again. I want you to draw me again,” she begged.

He pressed against her, shifting her onto her back. Before he could pull her close to him, or climb on top of her, she continued.

“From the window.”

He scoffed, pulling back from her. “I’ve seen the real thing now. Touched it. How could I go back to that?”

She pushed against him, pushing him away from her as she smirked. “I wanna give you something to remember. Something to think about when you’re standing at this easel.” Looking towards it, she shifted off the table and dragged a chair in front of it. “Sitting at this easel, watching me across the courtyard.” She nodded towards the chair. “Sit,” she commanded.

As he sat, fully clothed, she pushed her skirt down, her button down shirt loose on her shoulders, skimming her thighs.

“Get it out,” she ordered. She watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, stopping him when he started to push them down. “No. Leave them on. Leave it all on.”

Climbing into his lap, she braced herself, the tops of her feet pressed against his thighs. Her skin was soft against the scratchiness of his pants, his waistband. Against the crisp folds of his shirt. Against the solid coldness of his buttons. She rode up and down slowly, running the length of his hard cock between her legs, but not inside her yet.

“This is what I want you to think about the next time you’re sitting in this chair with a charcoal in your hand staring at me, imagining me naked.” His hands were gripping her now, trying to control her speed. Her palms on his neck, she continued. “I want you to remember what it feels like to be inside me, to have me milking your cock with this grippy pussy right here in this chair, in the same position you’re in when you’re staring at me through the window.”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

His hands gripping her waist, her hips, he lifted her up. She knew what he wanted, and, wanting it, too, she reached down and positioned his cock. As he lowered her down, she held him in place, sinking down on him and throwing her head back as she started to ride for real.

“You know,” she panted, insistent on teasing him more, “I still don’t believe you. That I’m the only one. Show me the other drawings or I’ll stop before you cum.”

“What other drawings??” He was distracted by the feeling of her ass bouncing against his thighs.

“Drawings of whoever else. Whoever else you watched and thought about from inside this studio all by yourself.”

He grabbed her now, hard, around the waist, and looked up at her, his eyes focused. “It’s only you. I swear. You make me wild, you make me reckless.” He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a frantic kiss. Then, he continued. “There’s nobody else, but there’s more of you. You stopped looking too soon.”

“What?” She laughed, gripping him with her legs as she stretched towards the easel. She turned page after page, and saw drawing after drawing of her. Everything from fully clothed to fully nude. “Oh my God, Oh my God,” she moaned, landing on a drawing of her on her knees, gripping her own tits.

Leaning forward, he took her nipple in his mouth, squeezing around it as he licked and sucked. He looked up at her and grinned. “You’re going faster. You like looking at yourself?”

“I’m very vain,” she moaned. Then, looking down at him, she whimpered, “I’m close.”

“If you cum it’s gonna make me cum,” Charlie panted.

“No, no, no, if YOU cum it’s gonna make me cum,” she whined. “So who goes first? Who starts it?”

“You,” he answered. “Fucking you. I need to see you cum, I need to feel your pussy cum around my cock.”

Leah nodded. “Look at my face. Watch my face while you make me cum and remember it and draw it. Draw me cumming on your cock. Will you? Will you?” She begged.

He kissed her, then pulled away, their mouths still close enough to breathe each others’ air. “Yes. Yes, fuck yes, I will. I’ll do it.”

She rode faster and he bucked up into her, and their breaths came in quick bursts. Her whimpers met his groans as they pressed into each other, her pussy finally clenching around him over and over and over until she leaned against him, panting. He’d been watching her, memorizing her face, during the throes of it, and now he squeezed his eyes closed, his brow furrowed. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her body to his, as close as he could, and felt her all around him as he throbbed and came inside her.

His arms were looser around her, but they stayed like that, connected, catching their breaths, hot against each other’s necks.

Leah sat back, looking down between them. “Oh fuck, it’s gonna drip. On your clothes.”

Charlie closed his arms around her again, standing up and laying her down on the table where it started. Leah looked down again, her legs held wide open, inspecting the clothes she’d made him keep on.

Seeing a smear, his, or hers, or both, she bent forward, wiping it off his zipper. “Not too bad. You can hide it. Plus it’s late, almost everyone’s gone.”

Charlie, put back together and looking professional again, nodded towards the sketch pad on the easel. “I can hide it behind this, right? I have to take it home. I owe you a drawing.”

She grinned. “Send me a picture of it tonight.”

“Okay,” he said, picking up her skirt and panties and bra. “I might need something to jog my memory, though. So, I might, uh, need some reference photos.”

“Whatever you need, Professor.” Her tone was earnest.

“I have a studio at home, too, you know?” He teased.

“I’m not gonna give you everything that easily. You still haven’t fixed my login problem. And you never told me any good restaurants.”

“We’ve got time!” He insisted, checking his watch.

“Oh, yeah?” Leah pulled her skirt back on, pulling her panties on under it. “Maybe someone in the Philosophy department knows some good places to eat. Is that in this building? Maybe they stayed late, too.” She teased.

“Now who’s the perv? You got your eye on one of the adjuncts over there?”

“Mmm, you’re still the perv.” Then, hooking her bra and smoothing her hair, she grinned as she looped her arms around his neck. “I’m so glad I didn’t wait for IT.”

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