A Creative Way of Love

Loren watched his teacher, sitting in the first row of his seventh and final period, Art. He's always been creative and witty when it came to writing, but also into painting and drawing.
He sat there, watching as his teacher, Ms. Spicer, was telling them their next project: people. Loren was curious now, and interested as his brown eyes lit up with glee.

"So, the rules are it can be anyone you like it to be. Except, it can't be a cartoon, celebrity, or yourself. It may be a family member, friend, or your girlfriend or boyfriend, or your 'fantasy' someone. The due date is next Friday, so that should give you ample time to figure out who and drawing this." Ms. Spicer spoke as she went through the PowerPoint presentation.
But he wasn't looking at the projector. He was looking at her.

He admired her beauty. She was at least in her mid to late twenties, slim figure, blueish green eyes that stood out with her black eyeliner, and around at least 5'2". Loren was a little taller, an age of sevenrteen, but turning eighteen in two days. He was slim as well, but not skinny or fat. Ms. Spicer dressed in goldish-brown, yellow and tan colors regularly to fit in with the autumn season.
Before he went on with his thoughts, the bell rang, and she reminded the twenty or so students about their assignment to figure out who to draw. He smirked to himself, knowing who he wanted to draw...And more.

While thinking of his devious plan, he accidentally bumped right into the teacher. His eyes widened a little, unable to speak, confused with what happened and what he was thinking. She giggled and smiled, "You okay, Loren?" She asked.
"Oh, uh, yeah, sorry about that." That's all he could say as he left the classroom with his bookbag. She stood there, watching him, muttering to herself, "He seems to be paying attention more to me than the damned Mona Lisa painting who everyone else admires."

The next day, Loren returned, but into a totally-different outfit. Now, it was all dark, complete with black eyeliner and black nail polish, and his hair was from brown to black. He was the perfect goth there. Ms. Spicer seemed to take great interest into this, liking people who are different from the rest, not to mention the jingling of his Tripp jeans turned her on as a sign of superiority and pride. This really got her going.

Near the end of class ten minutes before the bell, Ms. Spicer asked the students one by one in a public discussion of who they chose. A flaw in his plan, since he only wanted to draw her. He had no idea who he wanted else to do for the project. "Loren?" She asked him now. Oh fuck. He was screwed.

The bell rang. Oh yes. Relief. "Oh well, you can tell us tomorrow, Loren." She smiled at him as the students started to leave the classroom. He stood up as well, but left his bookbag on the table. "Um, Ms. S? Can I talk to you?" He asked her as he walked over to her, a little nervous at the same time. She was on her computer, then looked up at him, right into his eyes as she sat there. "Sure, what about, Loren?" She replied. She was wearing a skirt today, which showed off her very luscious legs.
"It's about...Who I want to draw." He looked away a bit, trying to hide the inevitable.
"If you're not comfortable about who you want to talk about, you don't have to say." She assured him.
"I'm not." He replied.
"Well, I'm your teacher, Loren, you can tell me anything you'd like." And to him, he wanted more than her being a teacher.
He took a deep breath, then looked at her again, "Okay, well, have you seen the Titanic movie?" She nodded and smiled, "Yes, my all-time favorite movie."
A bead of sweat was starting to come out of Loren's temple as he asked this, "Remember the scene when Jack draws Rose...nude?" He looked away a little again.
"Um...Yes, but you can't have a nude drawing in our school, it's against the policy, which sure as hell is against the First Amendment in turn." She looked into his eyes. He looked back at her, "Well...I don't want Rose...And I don't want it in school...I want it to be......You." He immediately looked down when he said the last word.

She gave a small sigh, "Loren, I'm your teacher. Besides, why draw me? I'm an ugly-ass freak." He shook his head, "No, you're really beautiful and pretty with those eyes." Oh shit. He's blowing it now.
She raised an eyebrow, "Are you trying to imply...That you have...Feelings for me?" She relaxed her shoulders, hoping to also relax the moment between them. He nodded slowly, his eyes portraying a boyish innocence, which between them isn't even needed.
Ms. Spicer took his hand gently, "Loren...Your words are amazing, I haven't received a compliment in years, and I'm willing to be nude to you for you to draw if you want me to. But...What else...Will you do?"

He tensed a little when she touched him and asked him, "I...Uh..." She leaned up close to him, nearly face-to-face and said in a hushed whisper, "Sssh, don't tell me. Show me instead."
He bit his bottom lip, "Well, can I stay over at your place? Tonight my parent's are going out of town, and tomorrow's my birthday on Saturday." She saw this as a cleaver opportunity, and accepted. For the next half-hour, she tried reassuring him that she didn't have a boyfriend, she's been interested in him and his work, and would like to pursue a [secret] relationship with him. He was reluctant to, since his fantasy has always been a student and his teacher, but had no idea it would become real.

Loren called his parents, told him he would be staying over at a friend's place, and stay there the next day on his 18th birthday. His father and mother accepted, then both said their good-byes, and now approaching evening, Ms. Spicer took Loren along in her Ford Taurus, which was very clean and seemed used, but still in great condition.
"Ms. Spicer?" He asked her while he was in the passenger seat. "Don't call me that unless we're in school. Just call me by my first name, Pamela." She smiled at him again. He nodded a little and gave a smile back.

She drove into a somewhat narrow driveway, which was just outside of their town of La Crescent. He looked at her home, which was a single-story goldenrod color. Pamela shut off the car, took off her seatbelt as Loren did the same, and exited the vehicle, locking it. Afterwards, Loren decided to take her hand gently and the two of them laced their fingers with one another, smiling as they walked to the front door. Abruptly though, she had to let go of his hand to take the home key and unlock the door.

Once unlocking it, she entered, and closed the door behind them. "Well, here we are. Want anything to eat or drink, Loren?" She asked him as she removed her coat, which as to why she wore it all school day: it was lowcut, showing her cleavage and breasts that could fit right into Loren's palms. "Loren?" She asked again. He looked at her, "Oh, sorry, no, thank you anyway." She giggled as she knew it was perfect teasing to Loren. And now he was more anxious.
She walked into a hallway, curling her index finger back at him, trying to lead him. He was curious, so he followed her, but she disappeared into the hallway.

"Where'd you go?" Loren walked through the hallway, the jingle of his Tripp jean's chains echoeing throughout. "Ahem." She cleared her throat, then he turned into an open bedroom to see her in the position Rose took when Jack drew her naked, but Pamela wasn't nude, just simply smiling at him. He entered the room, then closed the door gently behind him.

"Do you have paper and a pencil so I can draw you?" She pointed to the chair, adjacent to the end of the bed against the wall where the door was. He looked, and already there was a large canvas with pencil. His gaze returned to her, "You were waiting for me?" She shrugged, "It's always been my fantasy too, Loren, I was just expecting someone to fulfill it with me." She smiled.

He smiled back, then she stood up from the bed onto the floor, removing her low-cut shirt. He watched, then when she removed the shirt, her entire body was amazing. Slim, slender, and curvacious, it was very stunning. She smirked at him, "Care to take-off my bra?" He was too busy looking over her body, but when he heard her, he walked up to her, got behind her, and unclipped the orange bra strap behind her back. Loren unknowingly pressed his immediate bulge in his jeans up against her buttocks, which she sexily said "Thank you, Mr. Loren." He smirked, "Anytime, Ms. Spicer." He took off the bra from her shoulders, then when open to him, he kissed her shoulders and back of her neck, placing his hands on her waist. Pamela gave an "Mmm..." of approval, tilting her head back a little, wrapping her arm around his neck.

He grazed his front teeth along her neck line, planting succulent kisses over her smooth skin. Pamela moaned slightly, automatically a pool flowing down between her thighs. He kissed her ear, gently biting her earlobe for hot pleasure. She moaned a little louder, the pool instantly turning right into a lake.
He whispered in her ear, "I want to draw you first before I go any further." She frowned, but nodded and agreed. He removed her skirt, which showed her orange thong that matched her bra he removed earlier. He stood back up, massaging her buttocks while kissing her other shoulder. She gave a quiet moan of approval, loving this teenage boy who would soon become a man. He removed the rest of her clothes, then looked over her entire body: curvy, slender, and beautiful, not to mention highly erotic.
Loren kissed her upper back, then went to the chair and picked-up the pad and paper. He sat down, then watched as his own teacher got into position: the exact same as from the movie.
He looked her over one more time, then began drawing his teacher.

Finishing with the final touches and minor details, he ended his drawing and when he looked over his picture, then at his subject, who laid there remarkably still like a butterfly sitting on a leaf. He smiled, then set the pencil down on a table next to the chair and stood up with the large canvas and walked over to her.
He showed her the amazing drawing, and she smiled up at him, "That's very beautiful, Loren." She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, "Well yes, for a beautiful lady." She smiled more.
He set the canvas next to the bed, then before he could do anything more she stood up right up against him, kissing him with eyes closed. His eyes were open, unexpecting her lips to claim his, then he closed his own eyes as he kissed her.

She immediately pushed him down on the bed and took off his shirt. He lifted his arms up and she tugged it off his head. She leaned down and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with her pearl-white teeth. He smirked, watching his own teacher taking off his clothes with ease. After she removed his black boxer shorts, she engulfed his already stiff cock right into her mouth as he moaned.
For the next ten minutes, she took him in and out of her slowly and deeply, gripping his cock in her throat. Afterwards she laid back on her own bed, legs spread with one knee bent, then he took her area right into his tender lips and hot mouth. He licked her, slowly and completely, toying around with her clit with his tongue, his hands rubbing her thighs gently.
He continued kissing her folds, opening them and getting her wet, moaning with pleasure as her hand dug into his fine hair. As he massaged her area with his tongue and lips, then he slowly got on top of her, and made sweet, passionate love to her.