Shea looks up from her canvas to glance at Miss Velour before she goes to work knowing a good painting session would help get her mind out of the gutter. She begins sketching out where she'll want everything to go lightly with a pencil then not before long she goes in with a brush starting from one side then not before long hitting the other sticking her tongue slightly out of the corner of her mouth from concentration.
"How's it going?" Shea is suddenly withdrawn out of her trance, and nearly falls backwards as one of the paints hit the floor filling the room with a thundering slam from the plastic cup.
Miss Velour catches her as she falls back, "You really shouldn't sneak up on people like that." Shea demands after Miss Velour props her up with one hand still wrapped around Shea's shoulder just like before, but this time their eyes are also locked, "Well where's the fun in that?" Miss velour teases.
Shea looks at the ground breaking the eye contact hoping the goose bumps forming on the back of her neck aren't too noticeable, "Oh that? It happens all the time." Miss Velour chuckles before looking at the ground, and scanning the splattered blue paint.
Not before long they were sharing eye contact once again, "I-I can clean it up." Shea stutters attempting to pry her arm from her teachers grasp, "That won't be necessary."
Miss Velour Chuckles still gripping onto her arm. Shea begins to shake out of pure nervousness, "Are you-"
"Shhh." Miss Velour cuts Shea off by hushing her, and steps closer as a result of their faces being only a couple centimeters away from each other, "Is this ok?" Velour asks before caressing the young girls cheek as their breathing begins to sync together.
Shea gulps loudly, and nods her head slowly wanting to kiss the gorgeous woman standing before her craving more, and more of her touch as she feels her legs turn to jelly just from one gentle touch.
"Please?" Shea whispers as Velour examines every detail of Shea's prominent features.
"Please what?" The older woman whispers back taking in every second, fearful of this remarkable moment coming to an end.
"Kiss me."
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Deception
FanfictionSixteen year old Shea didn't plan on moving to a white suburban neighborhood at the other side of the country, but she had no choice. She also didn't plan on falling in love with her teacher.
