The problem was that everyone else had come to terms with it, too. And I think most of the guys in class were making up for lost time. I was getting fingered left and right! And, jeez, I had already had two and by the time we got to art, I was hovering on the edge of a third.
I thought I might have to ask for relief-until I walked into art class. The couch that had been there all week was gone. In its place-was a bed.
Mrs. Taylor called us over. "I want to go for broke today, as it’s our last day, but you have to approve. Have you two been intimate with each other?"
"Yes," I said with a smile.
"In fact," Frankie added, "we’ve kind of found each other this week. We’re going out."
"Great!" she said. "You two make a great couple. Anyhow, would you mind being intimate-or at least giving the illusion of being intimate-to the class?"
"Not at all," I said. Frankie agreed.
"Great." We got up front, and Mrs. Taylor explained to the class that they were going to get to draw two people who looked like they were going all the way. "Frankie and Cassie have agreed," she told them. "I have two positions in mind. Neither are missionary, as that’s boring," she laughed.
First, she had Frankie lie on the bed, giving the class a side view. Then, she said to me, "OK, Cassie. Straddle him. Just kind of sit on his crotch. We’re going for the standard female superior here. Now, class, if Frankie’s penis happens to poke out somewhere, don’t draw it. As I said, the drawing are supposed to look like they’re doing it."
"Well, we’ll just eliminate any possibility of any stray penis shots, then," I grinned. I crawled on top of him, grabbed his dick, aimed, and lowered myself on it.
"OH MY GOD!" Missy yelled. "Cassie…you…you didn’t!"
"Well, it’s not the first time," I grinned evilly at her. "Although, this is a new position."
"Yup," Frankie grinned.
"Cassie, you didn’t have to do that," Mrs. Taylor said.
"I know," I grinned.
"You might not have wanted to. You’re forgetting something. This has to be a pose." She grinned at me. "You can’t move."
"Oh, shit," I said with a blush and a grin. "Oh, well."
"Well, if you think you can stay there for twenty minutes without moving," she laughed. "Anyhow, Cassie, we’re not done. Take your hair out of the ponytail." I did. "I want you straight up and down, arms at your sides. Frankie? Your hands on her hips, please. And bend your knees so that your thighs are supporting her butt." We got into position. Oh, Jesus, that bending his knees thing forced him deeper into me! "OK, that’s good. Stay right like that."
Stay right like that?
Oh Jesus. Me and my bright ideas. There I was, sitting on him, with his dick all the way up in me, and I couldn’t move. And I was on a knife’s edge before that.
And this was my crazy idea-what was it doing to poor Frankie? "I’m sorry," I whispered down to him.
"What for?" he grinned.
"For torturing us like this."
"Oh, but what delicious torture it is," he grinned. I had to smile. "Cass, just hold on. We’ll be able to finish this. I’m actually enjoying it. Just try to relax, then it won’t be so torturous. And it was a great idea."
I smiled at him, and tried to do what he said-relax. It wasn’t easy. Not as close as I was. But I managed to relax enough to take some of the edge off. And I realized it felt great. Having him in me like this was amazing. It made me feel so close to him. It was like he was a part of me.
"How are you doing?" Frankie asked after a while.
"I love you," was what I said.
"I love you, too." We held that pose for twenty minutes! How I didn’t give in to the urge and start slamming myself up and down on him is beyond me. But, towards the end, I really did relax.
The strangest thing was when Mrs. Taylor said, "OK, you two. Relax. Take a break." I hoisted myself off of him. And as he popped out of me, after having been in me for twenty minutes-well, it felt like I had just cut my arm off. It was such a sense of loss I can barely describe it.
He felt it too, I could see it in his eyes. Mrs. Taylor let us rest. We sat on that bed and looked at each other for five minutes.
"OK. Now, there’s one I want to try, but I don’t know if it’s going to work. The difference in your heights might hurt us, but we’ll try it. Frankie, on your knees, middle of the bed, side profile to the class." He did so. "Now lower yourself. Bring your ass down so it’s resting on your calves. Legs tight together" He did that. "Now, Cassie, kneel right in front of him. Now back up so your legs are outside his. Then lower yourself into his lap." I did this. I didn’t put him inside me-yet. "Does that work?"
"I think so," I grinned-then I did raise myself up and lower myself onto him. "Yep, works just fine," I grinned.
"Good. Leave your arms at your sides. Frankie, your arms around her waist," Mrs. Taylor said. "OK, hold that for as long as you can."
"This might be a bit hard on my legs, and I do have to pitch this afternoon," Frankie grinned.
"Good point. Draw quickly, everyone!" Mrs. Taylor laughed. The scritch of pencil on paper started.
"Oh, God," I moaned. "This is incredible."
"I know what you mean," he whispered.
"Having to take you out of me after the first pose was horrible."
"I’m glad I’m not the only one who felt that," he said.
"How are your legs?" I asked.
"Fine at the moment."
"Good," I said. "I like this one. We’re so wrapped together, it almost feels like we’re one person."
"You’re incredible, you know that?" he whispered.
"So are you." We held it for a good fifteen minutes. With the exception of a short break, I had been holding him in me for more than a half hour. When this ended, and we had to get up and go to lunch, I was going to feel terribly empty.
And he was reading my mind. "Screw my legs," he whispered, "I could stay like this for hours."
"OK," Mrs. Taylor said. "You guys have five minutes to finish up. Cassie and Frankie, you can break the pose now. You can untangle and walk around, or you can do whatever you need to do," she grinned. "You two must be seriously on the edge."
"Uh-huh!" I agreed, to the laughter of the class. I immediately started moving up and down on him.
"Warning," he said in a strained whisper, "you don’t have much time."
"I won’t need much," I grinned, and kept moving on him. He still has his arms wrapped around me, and he helped lift me up off him and lower me. It took less than a minute-and I absolutely exploded. I came so hard I completely lost my rhythm and just kind of flopped around in his lap. I thought I wouldn’t be able to bring him with me. Luckily, the vicious spasming of my pussy took care of that. I felt him pour himself into me.
"OH MY GOD!" I yelled as I came-completely forgetting I was being watched by the art class! Nobody seemed to mind. Most of the class was grinning. Well, not Missy and Laura, but who cared about them?
I fell forward, collapsing on the bed-and felt that strange sense of loss again as he slipped out of me. Then he came down next to me and hugged me.
"You two OK?" Mrs. Taylor asked. We grinned and nodded. "Well, class is almost over. We’ll talk about the drawings on Monday, and we’ll discuss life drawing as a whole then. But I think we should all give Frankie and Cassie a round of applause for being so cooperative and such good sports. And for the little extra show today." The class exploded in applause.
The bell rang, and the class started to file out. We were still sprawled on the bed.
"Honey, we need to go to lunch," Frankie said to me.
"Oh, God, carry me!" I joked.
"Sure," he said, got down off the bed, reached over, and picked me up! And started carrying me out of class! I couldn’t believe it! It was so sweet. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me. "Someone grab that door!" he yelled, and someone did. As we walked out of class, he looked at me and said, "Sorry, wrong threshold."