MY LITTLE ARTIST

SEVEN

Lauren

Camila infuriated me. Only because she was right however, I really didn't want to leave her in that bathroom like I did, she wanted me and I wanted her! Something within me however decided to be bitter about how wrong it would be to entertain doing anything with a student

Kissing her neck was like taking a hit of the strongest drug I'd never be able to have again. Hearing her whimper and feeling her twitch under my body felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before, it felt disgusting that I loved the angst, the push back from her attitude, it just made it so much more exciting to want her

It had been a few days since she left my class that morning, accusing me of fantasising about her and rightfully so. When I got home the night of seeing her at the club I couldn't get her out of my head, I blame the alcohol but slipping my hands between my thighs had never felt so good

It was a new week now, the weekend had passed and I was sure to be over my little obsession. That was until she walked into class wearing a tiny black skirt and a white skin tight shirt. My eyes flew over her legs immediately, lingering over the tops of her thighs as she stretched to take her seat

I shook away the thought and proceeded to take roll call, when reaching her name she offered a blunt 'yep' before whispering something into Nova's ear. I tried my best to ignore it but she got under my skin quickly "Girls!" I called out sternly "A little bit of respect please!"

Nova blushed and looked away but Camila stared on at me with a devilish grin, I knew she felt superior after her last comment on Friday. Still, I began the class, reeling off the new subject being clay work to continue our anatomy project, I even managed to get half way through the lesson without any challenging interactions

"Ok, so!" I began, standing out front with a mound of clay and a pot of water "I want you all to take your thumb and press a hole all the way into the centre of your clay! Once you've done that, grab a handful of water and fill it"

The class did as told, moulding their clay while I watched out for anyone struggling "Cool, next step is to get the entire thing saturated with the water, mix, mould and do whatever it takes!" I began "Your piece needs to be the same consistency throughout guys!"

So far nothing was going wrong, Camila was happily chatting with Nova while the remainder of the class took joy in hand slapping their newest projects. After five minutes however I saw Camila getting distressed, her hands now covered in sticky clay while her face screwed up in a shade of red I've come to name rage

"Guys, if you clay is too sticky you have used too much water! Raise your hand and I will come over with some more clay to mix in" quickly Camila rose her hand, watching me walk over she extended her palm to grab the mixture

"Can you help me" she pouted sarcastically, throwing the clay into the sticky mess "You're the expert!" I wanted to say no honestly, with the class in earshot however I couldn't. I rolled up my tight shirt and grabbed for the abomination of a mess with a sigh "Thank you"

"You have to really work your fingers into it, consistency is key" I spoke, also addressing the rest of the class "Here, you give it a go" I directed, shoving the tray back into Camila's space

Quickly she grabbed for the clay, rolling it into a log shape before shoving her two middle fingers into the end, making my heart admittedly skip a beat as she looked up at me with a smirk "Is this how you like it?" She asked

Quickly my cheeks began to blush, I knew what she was trying to do and I wasn't going to let her get one over on me again. I dipped my fingers into the water before taking back the clay, pushing my fingers inside with a motion that made her shrink into her chair "Wet fingers usually help" I spoke back with a wink only she saw