2 comments/ 23229 views/ 14 favorites Monica's Art Class Ch. 01-02 By: GriffyD_Boy Chapter One She stopped at the mirror just inside her front door to check herself before her students arrived. Monica's shoulder length, dirty blonde hair was neat and tidy with no hair out of place as far as she could see. Her thirty seven year old face showed no signs of wrinkles. She could no longer pass for a woman in her twenties, but she still looked much younger than she actually was. Until a couple of years ago she had run the art department at Lakehaven College, a local educational institution. The people running the college never seemed to care about her department and she had to fight for everything and anything she needed for her staff and students. After years of frustration she had finally decided to resign her position and teach privately out of her own home. From the beginning she had somehow always been able to attract enough interest to allow her to make a decent living. She wouldn't describe herself as being spectacularly rich, but her current career path paid the bills and let her have a comfortable amount of money in her bank account. She ran her classes every weekday afternoon and evening, two separate classes per day. Mornings were spent doing the boring, but sadly necessary book work; she loved teaching, but what she was currently doing was also a business and she knew it also had to be treated as such. Sometimes she would run a class on a Saturday or a Sunday, but those were rare; she liked having the weekends for herself. The class she was going to teach this Wednesday evening was a special one to her. The six students in it had been the first class she had taken on after leaving Lakehaven. All six had enjoyed the class so much that they had collectively asked her if it was possible to have it become a permanent thing. At the time Monica had been unsure if that was something she wanted, but her private teaching endeavor was so new that she didn't feel she could turn down the money. It was a decision that she was happy she had made. The six of them were now people that she considered to be friends; more than friends actually. So much more that the course of action she was now beginning would have shocked her a couple of years ago. She had fooled around with one or two life models while at Lakehaven, always discreetly, but even then she would never have thought of attempting to seduce an entire class. With these thoughts in mind Monica waited by the door for her students to arrive. The first was nineteen year old Mark Forest. His father ran a florist shop in town, a business Mark's father expected him to takeover some day. Mark showed every sign that this was something he wanted as well. When the class first started he had only been seventeen and had shown up on the first day with a permission slip from his parents. He told Monica that he knew that some of the planned classes were scheduled to have life models and he was unsure of the exact laws governing life model classes with legal minors present. Monica smiled as she remembered the look of disappointment on his face when she explained that she would only be using life models for advanced classes and not beginning classes involving students such as himself. When he got to the now open door he said his usual greeting with a quick, "hello" and a smile before casting his glance downward in a shy manner. Despite his shyness Monica had often caught him shooting looks of interest at the three female members of the class with the looks lasting the longest on Ellie. Mark ran a hand through his always rumpled, short, brown hair and adjusted his glasses before taking a seat and preparing for the evening. As Mark was getting his drawing equipment out of his backpack a second car drove into Monica's driveway. Two people got out and began make their way up toward the house. Lenora Allen, and Dennis Cristos, both twenty years old, had known each other since childhood. They were now roommates and Monica had suspected for some time that they both wanted to be more. Lenora came first, her large breasts bouncing inside her white belly shirt as she bounded up the front steps. She had short blonde hair with blue eyes and always came across as being absolutely adorable; the kind of person you could never be angry at for very long. Dennis walked more casually behind her. He was a short, stocky man with a thick, muscular torso and a complexion that revealed his Greek heritage. He kept his head shaven, a look everyone told him didn't suit him. His bald head, always seeming to be topped with a fedora, combined with the wife beater shirts he always wore made him look like a thug, an image that was the complete opposite of his warn personality. Lenora was a secretary for a local businessman and Dennis was a mechanic. "Hey!" Lenora cried out. She hugged Monica before running into the house to grab a seat. As Lenora was racing inside Dennis reached Monica. "How have you been?" he asked as he embraced her in a big hug. "I'm fine," Monica laughed, "but you can let go of me now." He laughed as he released her from his hug. With smile and a nod he entered the house and began to get himself ready in the chair right next to Lenora. The chairs and the easels were arranged in a semi-circle around a large black rug in the center of Monica's living room. Lenora and Mark were seated toward the semi-circle's far end with an empty chair between them. Monica was just about to shut the door again when three cars pulled into her driveway at the same time. After parking the three students waved and smiled at each other before making their way up to Monica's two story house collectively. Up front was the twenty-two year old Shawn Jackman, a running back for the football team of Sparhawk University, just an hour long drive away from Lakehaven. His blonde hair, blue eyes and farm boy good looks fit into the stereotypical jock look, but his tweed jacket and bow tie did not. Shawn's football scholarship was allowing him to study physiotherapy. Taking art classes and dressing up to give what he himself described as a "bookworm look" were ways that he used to prove that he was "more than just a dumb jock;" his words exactly as far as Monica could recall. Of the men in the class Shawn was the one that Monica had to admit she was the most attracted to. Walking behind Shawn and talking were the twenty-eight year old Angel Douglas and the twenty year old Ellie Black. Both women had similar looking shoulder length hair, with Angel's being light brown while Ellie's was the darkest shade of black Monica had ever seen. Angel worked as a hostess in her husband's restaurant where Ellie worked as a waitress. Shawn stepped out of the way to allow the two women to reach Monica first. Both women said hello to their teacher. While Angel held back to talk to Monica, Ellie's gaze turn to the doorway and through it to the living room where most of the group was getting ready for the night's activities. She focused on Mark, the all too obvious object of her affection. She let out a squeal that Monica assumed was supposed to have been under her breath, but was louder and intended, and charged forward to take the still empty seat beside Mark. Ellie could come across as an empty headed bimbo at times, but she had a quick mind that could surprise you as well. It wasn't a good idea to take her too lightly. Monica, along with Shawn and Angel, shook her head at Ellie's antics. They all smiled as Mark looked shyly at Ellie for a second before turning his eyes back to his sketchbook, which he'd set on the easel in front of him. Ellie grinned and looked pleased with the short bit of attention Mark had given her. Shawn stepped forward and gave Monica an envelope. "Here you go," he said with a smile. "What's this for?" Monica asked as she opened it. Inside was a white greeting card, its front covered in pink flowers with the word "Anniversary" centered prominently. She opened it to see written inside the words, "Thank you Ms. Yost for all of the enjoyment in your classes over these past two years." "I knew it had been two years that I've been holding these classes," Monica said, trying to remember the exact date that they started, "but I didn't realize that the anniversary was so close." Shawn laughed at her reaction and hugged her. "Aren't women supposed to be the ones who remember these things and men the ones who forget?" he asked with a wink, the tone of his voice teasing in nature. "It's not the exact date," Angel said, her voice filled with laughter. "No," Shawn replied with a smile, "it was a couple of days ago, but this is the first day I've seen Monica since then." With a military style salute and a smile he turned and walked away leaving Monica and Angel on the front porch. Monica watched Shawn's backside as he walked toward the semi-circle. Brains and looks combined, it was no wonder she found him so attractive. It was truly shocking that none of the girls at Sparhawk had snatched him up as a boyfriend by now. Angel spoke at this point and her words brought Monica back to reality. "That boy amazes me at times." "He amazes me too," Monica said as she turned her head to look at Angel. "Are we agreed?" "Yes," Angle replied with a smirk. She and her husband had an open relationship. They were both free to have sex with other people as long the other was either informed or present. Monica had felt that she needed an accomplice and had thought that Angel would be willing. It was nice to have confirmation that she was correct in that thought. "You've been talking with Ellie?" Monica asked. "A little at a time," Angel answered. "I've had good luck steering the conversations toward swinging and group sex. She doesn't seem to be against the idea, and when I asked her about seeing other women with Mark she giggled, but didn't give a definite answer." With their agreement in place the two women entered the house. Monica closed the door and drew the blinds, giving the class privacy. She walked over to stand in the middle of the rug around which the semi-circle of easels was set. She looked around at each of her students, assessing her chances of success. Dennis and Lenora, Ellie and Mark; two pairing in the group that could stand in the way of her plans. They were all friends, she wanted to do this, but didn't want to cause harm. Angel was already on board and the unattached Shawn would probably be easy enough. Would Dennis and Lenora like to share each other? Would Ellie enjoy seeing Mark with somebody else? The former was still a big question, but thanks to Angel the latter now had a possibility of having a yes for an answer. "How is everyone today?" After pausing for the polite answers of, "fine," and "good," Monica continued. "I'm afraid I have some bad news. Our life model has canceled." Lenora immediately put her hand up. "What are we going to do?" "You're going to draw me," Monica replied as she began to undo the white buttons of her blue blouse. When she had undone the last button she slipped her blouse off revealing the black, frilly bra underneath. This soon went as well leaving her topless, her slightly hanging, but still mostly firm breasts out for everyone to see. Next she reached around behind her to unzip her black skirt. She slid it down her long legs, letting her student discover that she wore no underwear. She had recently shaved around her pussy leaving a wide landing strip, the same colour as the hair on top of her head, above her labia. She gathered up her clothing and slipped off her shoes before tossing all of it to the side of the rug so that it would be out of the way. Now that she was naked she scanned her students faces to see their reactions. Mark was blushing, his eyes alternating between looking at her and looking at the floor. Ellie's gaze was alternating between Mark and Monica, she licked her lips nervously as her eyes moved. So, it excites you to see Mark looking at his naked teacher does it? Shawn was staring at her wide eyed. Monica noticed that a bit of a bulge was already developing in his jeans. Yes, he was going to be easy. Angel winked at Monica when she looked at her. She was the only other person in the room who knew this was going to happen. Dennis and Lenora were looking at each other intently. Between seeing their reaction as well as Ellie's reaction, the two paring might not be the big problem Monica feared they would be. She had hoped the titillation of seeing their long time teacher naked might get the ball rolling and it now looked like she had been right. Monica coughed, hoping the sound would get everyone's attention and back to the main reason they were here. This was still her art class, these were still her students. She intended to remain in control despite the extracurricular activities she had planned. "I know this is a shock," she said, trying to make her voice as commanding as possible, "but let's make the best of it. You're all advanced enough at this point that I don't need to stand over your shoulders correcting your mistakes." With those words out of the way, she got down onto her knees and maneuvered herself into the pose she wanted her students to draw her in. Her knees were slightly parted, the full view of her front pointed at Mark's chair with her back slightly arched. One of her hands was placed behind her head while the other sat, palm flat, against her stomach. Tilting her head slightly upward finished the pose. She remained in this pose until the first scheduled break. When she could move again she saw that Mark was a little flustered and was having a hard time looking at her in the face. Ellie stood close to him while the usual between drawing conversation took place. She was almost touching him as she stood there, staring at him with an intense look on her face. Monica noticed that her hand would occasionally venture upward, nearly touching him only to be pulled back instead. "Are you OK Mark?" Monica asked. She intended to seduce him, not to see him run away. "It's just that I wasn't expecting to, well," he said nervously, shifting back and forth from one foot to the other, "see you like this." "How is it different from the other life models?" "It's not in a certain sense, but in another it is. You're my teacher; seeing you like this, well, it seems just so taboo." "Try not to think of it that way. There's nothing wrong with what's happening here tonight." He nodded, a faint smile reassuring Monica that he was alright. "I'll try to see it in that light. I don't mean to offend you and I had fun tonight. It's just that this was a surprise for me." She placed her hand on his shoulder and laughed. "You haven't offended me at all. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Satisfied that she hadn't lost Mark from the class she began to walk around the semi-circle so that she could inspect her students' work. She gave suggestions and critiques to each drawing before returning to the rug to continue her evening of posing. As the evening came to a close and everybody was packing up Angel spoke up. "This was fun and I'd like to do it again. Would the rest of you like that as well?" "We really shouldn't use the same model over and over again though," Mark responded. "I'd personally like to draw a variety of people and body shapes." "I didn't mean that Monica should pose again next week," Angel said, shaking her head. "I meant that we should all take turns posing. I'll volunteer for next week if that's alright with everyone." Monica looked around at the rest of the class knowing that this was a key point in her plan, if the others didn't go for this it would throw a huge wrench into the works. Mark looked nervous at the idea. He fidgeted around as his face broke out into a huge blush. Ellie stared intently at Mark, her mouth slightly open. The little minx really wanted to see what was under his pants didn't she? Shawn's eyes moved between Monica and Angel, his head cocked slightly to the side as his mouth formed into a frown. Shawn was one of the smartest people here. Did he suspect what was actually happening? This could be a problem. Dennis and Lenora were looking at each other as intently as Ellie was staring at Mark. They both burst out laughing at the same time. Monica knew that they wanted to be more than just friends, but thought, until that moment, that they hadn't made any moves toward that goal yet. That laugh and the other looks they had given each other tonight now led her to believe that they in fact had. "We're in," Dennis and Lenora said together. "Same here," Shawn said. He still had a frown, but now his eyebrows were creased, giving his face a look of puzzlement. "Agreed," Ellie said, her eyes never leaving Mark. Mark looked at Ellie, realization appeared in his expression as he saw the look Ellie was giving him. "OK," he said. There was still some hesitation in his voice, but his eyes never left Ellie face as he said it. "That seems to be everyone," Angel said, clapping her hands happily. "What do you say Monica? Are you in too?" "It's a little bit unusual," Monica replied, trying to sound as reluctant as she could. "Yes," Angel responded, "but it will be fun." "Well, I guess if you all want to then it's alright." Monica's student's began to make their way out of the house after that. Monica got dressed again so that she could see them out properly. She asked Mark to stay behind so that she could talk to him. Once everyone was gone she turned to him and asked, "Are you alright with this? You're the only one who seemed uncertain of this new direction." Mark paused for a moment before sighing and speaking. "It's just that I find it a little unexpected. I don't think I have a real problem with it. It's just that it, well, makes me nervous, the idea of being naked in front of Ellie." A deep blush developed as he finished this last sentence. "You like her do you?" "Yeah, I'm not dumb, I've seen the way she looks at me. It's just that, well, I'm not that experienced and I'm not sure how to handle this. I don't want her to run away from me screaming." "Just be yourself," Monica laughed, " and I think I can guarantee that she won't run away from you." "I guess I'm just not as sure of that as you are." "Trust me, you're more likely to have a problem keeping her away from you once you get her." Mark blushed once again. "Thank you, and about all of us posing, well, give me a week to let it sink in. I'll probably be fine by next week." A boyish grin appeared on his before he finished speaking. "I can't see myself having a problem seeing Angel naked." It was just as he finished saying this that the front door opened and Angel walked in. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I forgot my backpack," she said as she strode to the chair she had been sitting in. The strongest blush Monica had yet seen broke out on Mark's face when he saw Angel. "Oh jeez, look at the time, I've got to go. I'll see you two ladies next week," he said as he beat a hasty retreat through the door. Monica and Angel watched as he ran down the front steppes toward his car. Angel shut the door and looked at Monica. "I thought we were going to seduce and share him tonight? That was the plan wasn't it?" Monica shrugged before replying. "I decided to wait a week. We have to be a little flexible if we want this to work and he seemed to be more nervous than I thought he would be." "Is it really a good idea to move the plan around like this?" "Think of what we're doing as a chess game. It changes with every move that is made," Monica began to explain. "We would be the king and queen while Mark and Ellie would be pawns. Shawn I'd describe as being a more complicated piece, maybe a knight or a bishop; no wait, definitely a knight. We're going to have to adjust our strategy every time we make a move." Monica's Art Class Ch. 01-02 Monica wasn't sure why she stated so confidently that Shawn was a knight. It seemed like such a strange romantic notion to suddenly get. Those sort of notions were something she had long put behind her. She could be friends with men and she didn't hate them, but she knew romance wasn't going to happen for her at her age. "Maybe we should start with Shawn," Angel said as she pursed he lips. "Did you see that look he was giving us? Delaying with him could cause trouble." "He's suspicious that we're up to something," Monica said, "but I still think we should stick to the plan. Shawn is going to be one of the easiest for us to get. He's not attached like the others and as a result we're not going to have to be as cautious with him as we are with the others. That caution is why I put off the conquest of Mark this week. We should have him next week though." "That's fair enough," Angel nodded, "so, what are we going to do instead?" "Before I answer that question I need to ask you one myself. It also has to deal with the fact that this group has more women than men." "You have me intrigued now, what's the question?" "Have you ever had sex with another woman?" "Yes," Angel's eyes flashed with excitement as she answered. She began to unbutton her blouse as she took a step toward Monica. "It hasn't been that often, but I've enjoyed it when it has happened." "I think you now have your answer about what the two of us are going to be doing tonight," Monica said as she stepped forward and undid the buttons of Angel's blouse. The two of them were now standing right in front of one another. Their hands reached for each other and they were both soon naked. Angel's breasts weren't huge, but they weren't small either. They were big enough to have a slight hang to them, but still small enough to fit nicely into a lover's hand. Looking down Monica noticed that the light brown hair between Angel's legs had recently been through a bikini wax, but was otherwise untouched. There was a large surgical scar on her stomach. Monica looked up from the scar to see Angel looking back at her. "It's from a hysterectomy and it's why Len and I don't have any children." "I'm sorry," Monica replied. "Why?" Angel said shaking her head. She had a pleasant, but also somewhat sad smile on her face. "It happened years ago and I've had plenty of time to adjust and recover emotionally." Monica nodded and took Angel's hand. She led her to the door set opposite the front doorway. It led to her downstairs guest bedroom. A large king size bed covered with a brown blanket was set, headboard first, against the wall to the left of the door. After leading Angel over to the bed Monica pushed her friend down onto it. Angel lay on the end as Monica grabbed her legs and spread them wide. "Let's start off slow," Monica said as she placed her lips against the side of Angels' foot. "Slow is good," Angel replied, her breathing already coming out in a series of pants. Monica kissed her way up Angel's leg. When she reached the inner thigh, she left several kisses there before moving over to Angel's other leg doing the same to the inner thigh. She then slowly made her way back down to the other set of Angel's toes. She sucked each one individually before sliding up the bed to seize Angel's mouth with a kiss. Their tongues intertwined in their mouths as Monica began to explore Angel's body. Her hand reached for one of Angel's breasts. Once there she used her thumb to slowly circle the nipple. After doing this for awhile she turned her hand downward and began to move it toward Angel's pussy. When she reached her destination she used her middle finger to caress the cleft between Angel's labia. Having broken off from Angel's mouth, she also began to kiss the side of Angel's neck. "Oh god that's nice," Angel moaned, "yes rub me there, that's so good." Using two fingers, Monica penetrated Angel's folds and then used then to rub the sensitive flesh inside. This caused Angel to writhe over the bed and moan even louder. Seeing how much Angel's was enjoying herself, Monica slowly pulled her fingers out until only the tips remained inside Angel. She then slammed them back in quickly. She repeated this process over and over leaving Angel mindlessly grunting and moaning, the occasional, "yes," being the only intelligible thing to come out of her mouth. With her next trick, she used her other hand to rub Angel's clit. She started off slowly, but bit by bit began to pick up her tempo until Angel was thrashing around on the bed, crying out in ecstasy. Suddenly Angel lay very still; her legs shook, not very noticeably, but there enough to be seen, and a rush of fluids flooded out of her pussy. Angel lay on the bed for a couple of minutes. Monica watched a her friend recovered and enjoyed the after effects of her orgasm. Eventually Angel began to move. She sat up and looked at Monica, her face a portrait of bliss. "You look like you enjoyed that," Monica laughed. "Yep," Angel said as she grabbed Monica and pulled her toward her for a kiss, "now it's my turn." Without stopping the kiss Angel turned Monica onto her back. The passionate kiss continued for quite some time before Angel broke away. She spread Monica's legs and placed her lips against the side of one of Monica's feet. "Turnabout is fair play," Angel said with a grin as she began to kiss her way up Monica's leg. Just as Monica had done earlier, when Angel reached the inner thigh of the leg she was kissing she moved over to the same place on the other leg and began to make her way back down. Monica had felt herself getting warmer as her friend's mouth drew closer to the center of that warmth. She groaned out of disappointment when she realized the direction Angel's mouth was now going in. "This is payback isn't it," she complained with a laugh. "Yes it is," Angel said with her own laugh. When Angel's kisses reached Monica's foot she paused. "Ah hell, I just can't wait to taste it anymore." With these words she dove forward, mouth first, onto Monica's pussy. Electric shocks shot throughout Monica's body when Angel's tongue connected with her clit. Monica's pussy quickly became inflamed under the licks and flicks of that very talented tongue. Suddenly Monica felt Angel's mouth leave her pussy. At first she felt like crying out, "no," but soon realized that Angel was just shifting position. Shortly afterward Monica was able to see Angel's pussy above her face as her friend swung herself into a sixty-nine position. Monica raised her face to lick Angel's now fully open pussy. As she did this she felt Angel's mouth once again connect to her own soaking wet hole. Soon she was lost as the heat between her legs took over her reality. She locked onto Angel's clit as she felt her own pressure begin to build. Once again Angel went still, the barely noticeable shaking of her legs the only sign of what was happening to her until the juices flooded out of her. Seconds after this happened Monica's own orgasm hit, the shaking and shuddering of her own body being dramatically different to Angel's. "Wow," Angel said as the two women lay side by side minutes later, "we're going to have to do that again." Monica was about to respond when she spotted someone in the doorway of the bedroom. The door was open just a crack, but through that space she saw movement. She sat up to get a better view, saw the person's hair and instantly knew who it was. Nobody she knew had that dark shade of black hair other than Ellie. Only one of Ellie's eyes was visible through the space between the door and the frame. Monica saw it go wide as the realization that she had been seen dawned on Ellie. "Excuse me," Monica said to a confused looking Angel as she leaped out of bed. She ran for the door after the now fleeing Ellie. Monica reached the door and flung it open. "Ellie stop!" she shouted as soon as the door was open. On the other side Ellie stood frozen in front of the front door. Her back was to Monica, one hand in the middle of reaching for the door knob. When she turned around her eyes were wide with fear; a true deer in the headlights look. "I didn't mean to spy on you. I realized half way home that I forgot this," Ellie squeaked out, holding up one of her small sketchpads. "Your door was unlocked and I only intended to pop in, grab my sketchbook and then quickly leave. After I grabbed my pad I heard the moans. I know I shouldn't have looked, but once I saw you two I couldn't look away." Tears began to form in her eyes as she said this last sentence. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Monica walked over to Ellie and hugged her. "It's OK, I'm not mad, just startled. I wasn't expecting to see you there." She looked over her shoulder to see Angel standing in the bedroom doorway, a sheet wrapped around her body. She offered a white robe to Monica; one of the thick, comfortable ones Monica had in that room for the life models she used. "Thank you," she said as she stepped over to Angel. She took the robe and put it on. She was tying it in place as she turned to look back at Ellie. "What are we going to do with her?" Monica heard Angel ask from behind her. Judging from her tone, Monica guessed that Angel was trying to keep herself from laughing. "I'm so sorry!" Ellie cried out again. "I won't tell anyone what I saw!" Monica hugged Ellie again. "It's alright, believe me, you surprised us, but neither of us is mad at you." "OK, but I am really sorry," Ellie said, a faint smile returning to her face. It was at this point that Monica decided to try to manipulate the situation to better her plans. She took a step closer to Ellie so that her body was nearly touching the younger woman's. "Tell me Ellie, did you enjoy what you saw?" Ellie looked up at Monica and gulped. "Yes," she whispered. Hesitating for a moment, Monica decided to throw herself into this gamble. "Would you like to do the same thing?" There was a long pause before Ellie spoke. When she did her eyes were turned down and her face was beet red. "Maybe sometime, but not right now. It's Mark; it has everything to do with Mark; I want my first time to be with him." "What if you were to share him with us?" Ellie's eyes shot up to meet Monica's gaze and she shivered. Monica could tell from her changing expression that the shiver wasn't from fear. "I'd like that," Ellie stated, her voice suddenly had a confidence to it. "I don't want it right now though. Let me have a few weeks. I want Mark and I to be something special. If we introduce that level of excitement to out sex life right at the beginning, it could wreck things." Stepping back, Monica let out a laugh. "You certainly know you mind on this matter." A fire appeared in Ellie's eyes. "He's going to be mine." Both Monica and Angel laughed together at Ellie's determined statement. "Well," Monica said after she stopped laughing, "You had better get started. I think you may have guessed out intentions now. We don't want to wait forever." Monica put her hand on Ellie's shoulder and led her back to the door. As she opened the door Ellie looked right into he eyes and said, "I think I'd like seeing him with you. Watching the way he reacted today excited me. Just remember though, he's mine and I'm only going to be loaning him to you." Monica couldn't help herself from laughing again as she gently pushed Ellie through the doorway. "He belongs to you, we can all agree on that and thank you for the future loan." "Good night Monica," Ellie said with a grin before turning and running down the front steppes to her car. After shutting the front door Monica spun on her heals to face Angel and sighed. "That was an interesting development." "That's an understatement," Angel replied, rolling her eyes. "It also means we're going to have to change our plans." "Agreed, if we went after Mark first now we'd almost certainly lose Ellie." "Do you still think she's just a pawn in this game?" Angel asked with a wink. Monica sighed before answering. "I'd maybe move her up to a rook." "Shawn then?" "What?" Monica asked confused for a second by the sudden change in conversation. "Sorry," Angel said, "I shouldn't have changed topics so abruptly. Are we going to switch our first target to Shawn now that we've ruled out Mark?" "That seems like the best course of action at this point. I want to get a better idea of how things are developing between Ellie and Mark before we get ourselves entangled with Dennis and Lenora as well." "Makes sense." "So, how soon do you have to be home? Monica asked, flicking her hair suggestively. "I can stay another half hour before I have to head home. Are you offering more details for me to tell Len?" "A half hour is plenty of time to give you more details," Monica said, reaching for Angel's hand. She then led Angel back to the bedroom. As soon as they were inside the doorway Angel grabbed Monica by the shoulders, spun her around and pushed her to the bed after ripping the robe off her body. "Turn about is fair play," she laughed as she pushed Monica down onto bed, "I've cum twice and you've only cum once. I think it's time to even things up." Monica wasn't given any time to respond to this as Angel wasted no time and was quickly feasting on her pussy. Monica was soon thrashing around on the bed, her pussy feeling like liquid fire. She felt Angel begin to focus on her clit, alternating between licking and sucking. Monica's back arched as she began to babble incoherently. Angel didn't let up and soon Monica was in the grip of her second orgasm of the night. Her eyes grew wide as a loud groan escaped from her lips and waves of ecstasy rolled over her. When she could move again she looked into Angel's eyes, grabbed her and pushed her onto her back. Her own aggressiveness surprised Monica. Before Angel could react, three of Monica's fingers were inside her pussy working their way in and out. "That's two for me," Monica hissed excitedly between clenched teeth. "Let's see if we can give you a third." "If you insist," Angel gasped. She closed her eyes and began to moan. The pace of her fingers increased as Monica watched Angel's writhing become more intense. Just as she thought Angel was close to her climax Monica eased off in order to prolong the pleasure. She did this two more times, bringing Angel right to the edge, only to bring her back. "Oh god, stop doing that!" Angel cried out at last. "Just let me cum!" "Very well," Monica chuckled. Her hand blurred as it moved her fingers at their fastest pace yet. Once this speed began it didn't take long for Angel to reach the point of explosion. Monica was now used to Angel's orgasms. She watched as Angel's body became still except for the expected slight leg shaking. She also wasn't shocked by the amount of fluid that suddenly flooded from her pussy. It took longer than any time before for Angel to recover from this last orgasm. When she did finally recover, she looked up at Monica with a contented smile. "I think I'm done for now," she purred, " thank you." "I think we're both done for the moment," Monica replied. She didn't have a mirror in front of her, but she knew the smile on her face matched the one currently on Angel's. After a few minutes Angel roused herself and got out of the bed and to her feet. She turned back to Monica and grinned. "This has been fun, but I have to use your shower and then head home." After sitting herself up in the bed Monica waved at Angel. "Say hi to Len for me." "I'll do better than that," Angel said with a wink, "I'll tell him the first blowjob is from you." "Are you suggesting that you want me to give your husband a blowjob?" Monica said teasingly. "I'm suggesting more than that," Angel said as she walked out of the bedroom. Monica heard the second sentence of Angel's statement after her friend had disappeared from sight. "I'm suggesting that you should fuck him." "I think I will!" Monica shouted loud enough that she hoped Angel would hear her. She had to admit that the thought did excite her. She got out of the bed herself and put the robe back on. Eventually Angel came back to the room. She was once again fully dressed as she walked over to Monica and hugged her. "Thank you for the fun evening." "It was my pleasure too," Monica replied. With one final wave of her hand Angel made her way to the front door. As she walked her hips moved in an exaggerated sway. She looked back over her shoulder at Monica and grinned. "I'm off to fuck my husband." Monica burst out into a fit of laughter. "You mean I haven't worn you out?" Angel spun on her heals and stood looking at Monica, her hands akimbo. "It's going to take me twenty minutes to get home. That's enough time for me to recover and to get myself worked up again by thinking about Len waiting for me at home. It'll be a different dance partner, but the same sort of fun." With those last words Angel was gone. Monica looked at the bed; the covers and sheets were a mess. She was going to have to wash them all in the morning. She sighed, but then smiled; the inconvenience was worth paying for the pleasure she experienced tonight. She then made her way upstairs to the shower and then to bed. Chapter Two The following week Mark's car arrived first. This wasn't unusual, but the fact that Ellie got out of the passenger side was. Monica watched as they walked up the front steps hand in hand. When they reached her she looked down at their clasped hands and smiled. "Well," she said to them, "this is new." "Yes," the two of them said at the same time. Realizing right away what they had just done they looked at each other and burst out laughing. Mark walked inside, a big smile on his face. Ellie hung back and hugged Monica. As she did she whispered in Monica's ear, "We haven't done anything yet, so you still can't have him." Monica smirked when she heard that and tried to suppress a laugh. "I'll try to keep that in mind." Ellie grinned and dashed inside to take the seat beside Mark. Both of them prepared for the evening, occasionally giving each other the sort of look people in new relationships give one another. The rest of the class arrived in the same order they had the previous week; Dennis and Lenora arrived together followed by Shawn and then Angel. Angel arrived not long after Shawn; Monica raised an eyebrow when she realized that Angel was staring and his ass as she walked up the front steps behind him. She felt a stirring of a strange feeling and thought it might be pride. Why would that be? Shawn wasn't a piece of property she owned. He reached her and handed her a single yellow flower that he had been holding behind his back. "For the most beautiful teacher I've ever had," he said as he gave it to her. "Thank you," she said, smiling as she gave it a sniff. Shawn then gave her a peck on the cheek and then entered the house. He moved right to the last remaining empty chair in the semi-circle and began to prepare for the evening. When Angel reached Monica she said in a whisper, "Oh my god that ass, I think this is the first time I've seen him wearing jeans that tight. Even with that silly jacket it's obvious what kind of great butt he has hidden under those things." "I noticed you looking," Monica chuckled. "Oh my god it was almost hypnotic. I can't wait to get my hands on it as he's pumping his prick in and out of me." "Down girl," Monica said laughing out loud. She looked through the doorway into the living room, realizing she had laughed too loud. The rest of the class was now looking at them. She hoped that no one had heard Angel. Angel hurried inside and into the guest bedroom to get ready for her evening of posing. Monica closed the front door and walked into the middle of of the semi-circle of easels. She stood in the center of the black shag rug and addressed her class. Monica's Art Class Ch. 01-02 "Ladies and gentlemen," she began, "this evening begins what I think should be an interesting new chapter for us all." It was then that Angel emerged from the bedroom wearing one of the white robes Monica kept in that room. As she walked up to Monica her hips once again moved in with an exaggerated sway. Monica looked at her class as Angel neared. A bulge was already visible in Shawn's jeans. Dennis' gaze was switching from Angel to Lenora; his face had a nervous look to it. Lenora's gaze also moved, shifting from Angel to Dennis. Whenever it fell on Dennis she looked like she wanted to rip his clothes off right there. Mark's jaw was wide open as he stared at Angel's hips. Finally, Ellie's eyes never left Mark. She had the enraptured look of a woman totally in love. Mark turned his head to look at Ellie. When he saw the look she was giving him he blushed and smiled. As soon as Angel's foot touched the rug she dropped the robe and Monica heard Shawn suck in his breath. She had Angel lay down on her left side, facing the middle of the semi-circle. Her right arm was laid along her body with her hand placed flat on her thigh. Monica brought out a red pillow. She placed it under Angel's head and had her wrap her left arm around it from the underside, puffing it out and giving her a comfortable headrest. She looked at the pose, but something seemed out of place. "Angel, could you lift your head up slightly?" Monica asked as she suddenly realized what the problem was. When Angel did ask she was asked Monica gently took a hold of the hair that was trapped between Angel head and the pillow. She laid it out so that it was streaming away from Angel's head in waves of silky brown. "Perfect," Monica said, pleased with herself, "just hold it right there." Angel's surgical scar was now fully visible to the rest of the class. Angel stated what it was with the same frankness she had the previous week with Monica. The reactions around the semi-circle were similar to Monica's own and Angel reassured everyone in the same way she had done with Monica. The rest of the evening passed at the usual pace. Monica wandered around making the occasional suggestion, but mostly she observed everyone's reactions. Shawn fidgeted constantly; the bulge in his jeans was clearly making him uncomfortable. Both Lenora and Ellie glanced over at him from time to time, the smiles on their faces when they did clearly showing that they knew exactly what his problem was. The men beside them showed two different reactions. Mark smiled, his eyes flashing with excitement as he watched Ellie watching Shawn. Once Monica managed to get those two into position to play, she knew they were going to be a lot of fun. Dennis on the other hand, stared daggers at Shawn whenever he looked at him. This reaction was not good and Monica wondered what had happened. He had seemed to be alright last week, but now he looked totally jealous. Monica wanted to get the whole class to the point where they could all play together. That wasn't going to happen if Dennis kept reacting like this. When she and Angel had discussed their plan initially they had assumed that Mark's shyness would be the biggest obstacle to overcome, but now Dennis was showing himself to be a potentially bigger thorn. Other then this worry the class went smoothly enough and soon the end came. During the usual after class conversation Angel noticed that Dennis stayed as far from Shawn as he could. His brows were creased and his eyes were narrowed every time he looked at Shawn. Yes, Dennis was going to be a difficult hurdle to jump. As everyone was leaving Monica asked Shawn to stay behind so that she could talk to him. Angel, who had put her robe back on after posing, excused herself and went back into the spare bedroom where her clothes were. With just the two of them alone in the room Monica turned to look at Shawn. She crossed her arms over her chest, using them to slightly push her breasts upward. She then arched an eyebrow and spoke to him in the sternest voice she could manage. "Why on Earth did you wear jeans so tight tonight?" He blushed in response and lowered his head. "I'm sorry if I created any problems Monica. I saw the way Dennis was looking at me. I'll phone him tomorrow and apologize." As Shawn was speaking Monica spotted Angel over his shoulder as she emerged from the bedroom. Angel hadn't changed back into her clothes; in fact she hadn't changed into anything at all. She slowly creeped toward him, as naked as the day she was born. "Perhaps you should apologize to Angel as well," Monica said, keeping up her stern appearance, but inside wanting to laugh. "She had to look at it all night." Shawn opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Angel before he could get his words out. "I didn't mind," she said as she put her hands on his shoulders from behind, "it made him look very fuckable, and I like that in a man." Turning around to face Angel, Shawn's mouth opened again to say something. Once he saw Angel's lack of clothing his mouth remained open, wordless for a second straight time. "I hope you can put your mouth to better use than what you're doing right now," Angel said, grabbing his head and bringing it herself forward to kiss him. Shawn flinched at first, his eyes going wide in surprise at Angel's actions. Withing seconds though he had his arms around her and was kissing her back. Monica chuckled as she began to take her own clothes off. As she was doing this she noticed Ellie's purse still sitting on the chair she had been using that evening. Monica wasn't sure if Ellie had forgotten it or if she had, "conveniently forgotten." Either way, if Ellie wanted to watch the threesome that was about to happen Monica wasn't about to tell her no. Now completely naked, Monica moved behind Shawn, who had managed to remove his clothing even faster than she had, and pressed herself into his back. She reached around his body to caress his well developed pectoral muscles and abs. She continued the descent of her hands until they were wrapped around his cock. Shawn wasn't the biggest man in that department Monica had ever seen, but he was also far from the smallest. Average was the best word she could think of to describe his cock. It was still big enough for her to be able to enjoy herself, and that was the thing that truly mattered. It was then that Angel broke the kiss. Monica saw her look down and smile at what Monica's hand was doing to Shawn's cock. "I think it's time that was allowed to be out inside something," Angel said with a naughty smile. "The poor thing has been desperate all evening." Angel placed her hands on Shawn's pecs and lowered herself to her knees. She ran her hands down his body as she moved. Monica watched over Shawn's shoulder as Angel's tongue flicked out to touch his tip, eliciting a small moan from Shawn. A few more flicks later she took him into her mouth and began a slow forward and backward motion with her head. Moments later she released him, flicked his tip again and the reinserted him into her mouth. "Oh god Angel," Shawn moaned, "your mouth is wonderful." "Wait until you get the rest of us," Monica purred directly into his ear. "I can't wait," Shawn said. He then turned his head to look at Monica. "I want to see you. You've been behind me all this time and I was distracted when you undressed. I want to see what you look like in the nude." With a smile she let go of Shawn and moved around him. She stood before him with her legs apart and her arms crossed over her head. "Do you like what you see?" "Yes," Shawn said a look of amazement on his face. Beyond the amazement there seemed to be something else. Monica was about to ask him about it when Angel increased the tempo of her sucking to a fever pitch. The expression was wiped off his face as he closed his eyes, threw his head back and moaned ever louder then before. "Angel stop," he said breathlessly, putting his hands to either side of her face to halt her movement, "I'm about to blow and I want to save myself for after I've entered you." Angel looked up at him smiling. She flicked the sensitive underside of his helmet with her tongueand laughed. "A young guy like you can't get it up twice in one evening?" "When you put it that way," he laughed back, letting go of Angel's head, "I guess you can carry on." As Angel worked her mouth up and down Shawn's shaft Monica struck various poses in front of him. Shawn began to breath heavily as he stared intently at Monica. He finally shouted a warning to Angel about his impending explosion. Angel ignored the warning and continued to bob her head until Shawn's shaking ceased. The entire time Shawn was going through his orgasm he stared at Monica with an intensity that made her bode shiver and her juices flow. Angel let go of his cock, smiled and wiped a bit of his cum from the side of her mouth before saying, "Delicious." "What now?" Shawn asked, smiling as he stood there, his gaze shifting between Monica and Angel. "Now," Monica said as she laid herself, legs spread, down onto the black, shag rug and used a finger to point at the landing strip between her legs, "you put your mouth here." Shawn hesitated, "I've never been good at that." "How do you know?" Monica asked him. "All the women I've done that to have said I'm too rough." "If you know what the problem is then you can correct it," Monica told him as she beckoned him with her finger. "You just need the right teacher, and lucky for you, I am a teacher. It sounds like you just need a bit of instruction. If those little fools couldn't be patient enough to do that, they only have themselves to blame." With a frown on his face Shawn stepped over to Monica and lay on his stomach with his head between her legs. He began by rapidly flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit. Monica immediately placed her hand on his forehead to stop him. "There's no need to start so fast," she said in a calm but reassuring tone. She didn't want him to get frustrated with his efforts. "Gentle and tender are the two words you should be keeping in mind. Start with my slit and work your way up to my clitoris. Don't rush to the finish. Take your time and enjoy the sights." Shawn stuck out his tongue and slowly moved it up the length of her slit. He reversed his slow and now gentle movement before moving his tongue back upward. Monica moaned, enjoying herself and pleased that he seemed to be taking her instructions well. She looked over to one of the room's corners where Angel sat, playing with her own pussy, watching Shawn learn to properly eat Monica's. Just as he had been when he first started in the art class Shawn showed that he was a quick learner, doing everything Monica told him to do with no argument. Soon she was thrashing on the rug as her orgasm hit her. Why hadn't his past lovers taken the time to properly teach him when he seemed so able to learn? Why deprive yourself of this pleasure? Monica honestly didn't understand some people. Monica looked up in a haze to see Shawn looking down at her, a boyish grin on his face. "That's the first time I was able to get a girl off that way." "Let's hope it's not the last!" Angel shouted from her corner. Monica turned head to the corner. Angel sat there, her legs still spread, beckoning Shawn with her finger like Monica had before. Shawn smiled, crawled over to her and placed his face against her pussy. "Oh Monica!" she cried out moments later, "you're a damn good teacher!" "I like to think I am," Monica laughed. It was strange, Shawn seemed so sure of himself most of the time. Monica had just assumed he would be the same when it came to sex. The reality was that he seemed to be a lot less experienced than she expected. She then scolded herself; she realized that she had bought into the stereotype of oversexed jock and projected that onto Shawn. She knew him enough by now that she should have known not to do that. As she was musing about her thoughts and watching Shawn pleasure Angel with his mouth there was a knock on the front door. She glanced over to see Ellie's purse still on the chair and smiled at the knowledge of who she knew was knocking on the door. "Come in!" she called out. Ellie did walk in, but unexpectedly, Lenora came through the doorway first. "Ellie's car isn't working and Mark had to go somewhere, so she asked me to drive her back here. Monica, do you know where her..." Lenora's words stopped mid sentence and her eyes went wide when she realized what was going on in Monica's living room. Monica's gaze followed Lenora's line of sight back to the corner that Angel and Shawn still occupied. Angel now had one of her hands on the back of Shawn's head as she thrust out her hips, grinding her pussy into his face. Her mouth was open as she panted in the throes of passion. Monica walked over to Lenora; as she moved she saw Ellie, still behind Lenora, wink as she closed the front door. Yes, the little minx had indeed "conveniently forgotten" her purse. Monica had to wonder if she had "conveniently forgotten" last week as well. Monica and Angel had planned to seduce Mark. Had Ellie figured it out somehow? Had she planned to stop them? Monica almost immediately dismissed those thoughts. It didn't matter what might have happened last week, all that mattered was what did. Ellie was now clearly an ally in Monica's planned seduction and that was the bottom line. Slipping around behind Lenora, Monica placed her hands on the young woman's shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Angel and Shawn look beautiful together don't they?" "Yes they do," Lenora whispered back. Monica was pleased with Lenora's response, but she was still aware of the delicate nature of the situation. Dennis' behaviour tonight made for an uncomfortably large unknown factor. She didn't want to push Lenora too far into the seduction and risk losing Dennis. Monica kept her hands on Lenora's shoulders, fighting the urge to run them down to caress her breasts. As they watched, Shawn grabbed Angel's hips and dragged her out of the corner. Moving up her body, he placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He slowly rubbed the tip between her folds. Both he and Angel moaned as they stared into each others eyes. "I've waited all evening for this," Shawn said. "Do it," Angel encouraged him, almost growling as she did, "stick it in me." With one slow deliberate thrust his cock entered her pussy. Angel's eyes grew wider as he sank deeper, the low moan she emitted as he sank deeper testifying to her enjoyment. Monica suddenly heard a matching moan from behind her. She turned her head to see Ellie leaning against the wall. Her jeans and panties were in a pool around her ankles and her fingers were thrusting in and out of her pussy. The hair that covered this nether region was as black as the hair on top of her head and looked like it had never had a razor touch it. "I couldn't help myself," Ellie panted as she looked Monica in the eyes, "they just look so hot together." Monica heard Lenora gasp. Realizing that Lenora had turned her head to look at Ellie as well, Monica turned her head back so that she could once again whisper in Lenora's ear. "Would you like to do that too? You wouldn't be cheating on Dennis. It would just be you enjoying the show Angel, Shawn and I would be putting on for you." Lenora nodded and gulped before moving to lean against the wall beside Ellie, who had now kicked her jeans and panties to the side. She undid and lowered her own jeans and panties and stepped out of them. Like Angel, the thatch of blonde hair between Lenora's legs had been bikini waxed, but was otherwise untouched. Both of her hands quickly moved to her pussy where she began to play with herself. Soon her moans matched Ellie's Satisfied with how the two women were enjoying themselves Monica turned to look at what Angel and Shawn were doing. Angel's face was buried in the crook of Shawn's neck while her hands held tightly to the cheeks of his butt. Cries of pleasure could be heard as Shawn's hips rhythmically carried his cock in and out of her pussy. What were Angel's words from earlier? "I can't wait to get my hands on it as he's pumping his prick in and out of me." She certainly had made that statement come true. Monica walked over, stood over them and coughed. Their heads lifted without a pause in their fucking. Their sweat covered bodies heaved as they looked up at her. Angel was the first to speak. "Please don't say you want to take my place. I can't give this up just yet Monica; it feels so good." "I wouldn't dream of ending your fun," Monica chuckled. "I just want some of my own." She then addressed Shawn. "Would you be a dear and lower yourself onto your back so that Angel can ride your cock and I can ride your face?" "I can do that," Shawn said with a smile. He then grabbed Angel and flipped himself backward quickly with Angel squeaking in surprise at how fast he moved. This squeak was soon replaced by a moan as she sat up and began to rock her hips back and forth, enjoying the feeling of his cock inside of her. Monica watched Angel for a few moments before swinging a leg over Shawn's head and lowering herself onto his waiting tongue, facing Angel. Electric sensations rocketed through her body as his tongue came in contact with her clit. She was soon rocking her hips in the same rhythm that Angel was rocking her's. The two women moaned and cried as they moved on top of Shawn's body. Angel leaned forward, placed her hands on his chest and began to bounce her hips, riding her pussy up and down his cock. In this position she was able to lick and kiss Monica's breasts, causing extra moans to come from Monica's mouth. Monica reached down and began to rub Angels' clit. It wasn't long after that before Angel's eyes rolled back and the stillness of her orgasm came over her. The flood of juices was larger than with any of Angel's other orgasms that Monica had witnessed. The area around Shawn's crotch was absolutely soaked. When Angel began to move again she lifted herself off of Shawn and collapsed in a heap beside him. "I loved that," she said between heavy breaths. "Len is going to love it when I tell him about this." Monica noticed that Shawn's cock was still hard. She slid down his body and grabbed it. After maneuvering it and herself she hung over his body, his cock aimed right at her entrance. She then look back over her shoulder at Shawn and asked him, "Ready?" "Yes," he replied in a horse, excited voice. With his reply Monica plunged herself down, impaling her pussy onto his cock. She leaned back, supporting her boby on her hands, which were placed on either side of Shawn's torso, and began to hump herself up and down. She sheathed Shawn's cock within her folds with every downward thrust. "I can't believe this," Shawn said, panting as he reached out to grab Monica's hips. "I can't believe that I've fucked both you and Angel tonight." Monica's moans transformed into cries as Shawn began to thrust upward into her, matching her own movements. Monica soon found herself going almost limp due to the blissful sensations of electricity and heat rampaging through her body. Shawn took over the movement of her body from her, using his hands to bounce her up and down as he continued to thrust up with his hips. She thought she heard herself crying out, "oh god," over and over, but she wasn't sure. Suddenly her body was shaking as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. As she lay on the floor afterward she heard Angel squeal, "Holy crap, he's still hard." Moments later Monica allowed herself to move. The first thing she saw when she sat up was Angel on her hands and knees. She was panting and moaning, clearly building up for another orgasm. Shawn was behind her with his arms wrapped around her midsection. He was rocking his hips back and forth, thrusting inside her forcefully with every forward motion. One hand was hidden from view, dipping between Angel's legs. From the way his arm was moving he appeared to be rubbing her pussy. Monica's Art Class Ch. 01-02 "Oh god Angel," he cried out, "your cunt is so great!" Angel's response was series of incoherent words combined pants and moans. She began to thrust herself back with force matching Shawn's. One of her hands disappeared between her legs to join the hand that was already there. Once she had done this she began instructing Shawn with a more coherent voice. "Like this," she said, gasping, "yes, that's good, just like that." "Oh God angel!" Shawn dried out. "I'm going to cum!" "Go ahead!" Angel cried back. "I want it inside me!" With those words Angel's body began to orgasm again. Her legs shook just a little more vigorously, but that was the only physically observable difference from the others Monica had seen. Seconds later Shawn hands came away from Angel's midsection to grab her hips. As soon as he did this his eyes rolled back and he began a series of short thrusts that ended with him collapsing onto Angel's back, his cock still inside her. The two of them slumped to the floor. Shawn's body lay on top of Angel's who was laying flat on her stomach, a large, happy smile visible on her face. Shifting her gaze from Shawn and Angel, Monica looked to where she had last seen Ellie and Lenora. The two of them were sitting on the floor, backs to the wall, with their legs flat on the floor, spread out in front of them. They were both giggling like a pair of school girls. "Did you two enjoy yourselves?" She asked them. "Yes," Lenora answered, grinning. "Great show," Ellie said with a grin and a thumbs up. "I'll have to tell Dennie about this," Lenora said. "Do you really think that's a good idea?" Monica asked her. "You saw how he was acting." "I don't hide anything from him," Lenora shrugged. "Very well," Monica said. There didn't seem to be any point in arguing with Lenora. She seemed determined to take this course of action. As everyone slowly recovered and got to their feet Monica noticed the sheen of sweat that covered all of their bodies. "I think showers are in order before you all leave." Everyone smiled and agreed. After a series of short showers Monica's students dressed and headed for the door. Monica hugged them all good-bye and then went to bed very happy. Her plan had begun very nicely. There had been some complications, but overall, even if she was worried about what Lenora would tell Dennis, she was satisfied with where things stood.