"Hello class, and welcome to 2-D art. I'm your teacher Mrs. Y/L/N, but you can call me Y/N," I smiled, "I don't want to make this class a drag for you, we're here to better our art skills. Our first assignment it experimental painting...get started and keep the phones at a minimum." Relaxing at my desk for a few minutes, a student walked up to me. Looking up from my laptop, my jaw dropped. "H-Hey, I'm Normani. I just wanted to a-ask if you had any turquoise paint--not to be a bother," she blushed. "I-I don't really know where anything is, they barely gave me any time to set up in here," I replied. "I know where it is, I just wanted to ask first," she smiled.
Giving her permission to look, she came back with a bottle of turquoise paint. Struggling to open it, I offered to help. Pulling off the cap easily, the paint flew onto her white top. "Shit," I exclaimed, searching my desk for napkins. Dragging her into the second closet, I found a ton of rags and random art supplies. Grabbing a clean rag, I tried to wipe away the paint. The paint stained her top, making me feel bad for spilling it on her. "Dammit," I huffed, checking to see if the paint had dried. She wasn't wearing a bra and the material of her top was pretty thin, so I accidentally touched her nipple. She jerked slightly, making me feel like a pervert.
After trying to wipe of the remaining paint, she stopped me. "I'll just have to get a new top. It's not gonna come out," she laughed. "You can borrow my jacket for the day since I ruined your shirt," I offered. "Uh...sure if it's okay with you," she replied. Taking off my jacket, I handed it to her. Holding it, she removed her shirt, causing me to look away. She's my student, there was absolutely no way I was catching a case because of her.
She grabbed my hand, cupping her breast with it. Looking her in the eyes, they softened from her innocent look. "This is wrong...I'm your teacher," I said. "If it's so wrong why're you still touching me?" She smirked. She was sly, sly in a good way. I wanted to stop but I couldn't. I found myself tracing her defined abs, grazing her perky nipples, I felt terrible.
Realizing I still had a class, I zipped up the jacket sending her back into the class. Recapping what I'd just done, I sighed. "Prison has my name all over it," I groaned. "It doesn't, I won't tell," she whispered from the door. Groaning louder, I yelled, "go do your work!" She laughed, skipping happily back to her seat with the turquoise paint.
