Painting romance - Choose your ending

Chapter 32: Monday morning

Monday morning rolled around after a heavenly weekend.

I felt particularly good walking onto school grounds after the date we had.

Nothing could ruin my day, because today I saw Maxen again.

I felt a lot of eyes on me as I walked towards the entrance of our school.

Smirk.

Maybe it's the short burgundy skirt with the high black socks I am wearing?

Or the light beige turtleneck that accentuates my breasts?

"Morning" Remi greets me as he looks over at me.

"That's why people are looking." he smirks.

"I think you had a pretty great weekend, didn't you?" he asks.

I nod and simply smile.

"It shows." he smirks.

"Has he seen it already?" He asks.

"I haven't seen him yet." I say as I look around

"How was your weekend?" I ask.

"The game was epic, it looked like Maxen had some extra motivation." He smirks down at me.

Extra motivation in the form of a blue thong, tucked away in his pocket I imagine.

We walk inside the school building and I stop death in my tracks.

The hallway is covered with paper, copies of something and people are eagerly grabbing them.

A bad feeling settles in my stomach as I bend down to grab a couple.

I feel tears pool up in the corner of my eyes as my fingers twitch over them.

It's the one Maxen snatched out of my hand with the lollipop.

And there are more of them, luckily, it's all of my more modest work, nothing too explicit, but they are all rather sexy.

Remi looks over my shoulder.

"Is that you?" he stammers as he looks from me over towards the drawing.

I feel how the tears roll over my cheek.

"Are these drawings you drew?" Remi asks.

I look from the drawing up towards him still in tears.

He grabs me and hugs me tight.

Guess the skirt wasn't the only thing why people were looking.

"Mitch why are you crying these are fucking fantastic. I didn't know you were so talented." Remi says.

He grabs a couple from the ground and I freeze as I see one.

I snatch it out of his hands and look at it.

It's the upper part of the drawing from on the kitchen counter.

My head, pure pleasure.

The see-through bra, more pleasure.

Luckily the lower part is missing, but it's clear what happens.

"Mitch, why didn't you show me these?" Remi asks.

"These are magnificent, you have to draw me one." he smiles.

Tears keep rolling over my cheeks.

He hugs me tight.

"I am sorry Mitch." he softly whispers.

"These are private." I stammer.

"And not for everyone's eyes." I add.