Karen picked her spot because it gave her the best view point. She got the curve of Jon's ass hanging just off the stool. She got the slinky lines of his body and the thin line of his thing. She even got to draw his face.
And now, it seems she got a money shot. Jon's eyes widened in surprise when his dick popped out, but she shook her head. "You'll be okay." She mouthed to him. He nodded his head slightly and tried to not move.
Karen started slowly, drawing the outlines of Jon's body and letting his curves guide her. She kept her movements fluid, sketching him at first before she slowly filled in the white spaces on her paper.
She watched him throb, his little dick straining to be touched. He remained still, even as a little drop fell from the tiny tip. She gave him a smile, winking at him before he closed his eyes. He was keeping his word, though his little guy looked ready to explode.
As she worked, Karen could also see the others staring at Jon. Adam Johnson kept shifting in his seat, like he was uncomfortable, as did Chet, who even reached down to adjust himself. She hadn't thought either were gay, though there was something ethereal about Jon. A couple of the other boys moved in their seats, and she could see the girls staring as well The more she worked, the more heat seemed to pool in her, the more she wanted to scratch that itch.
As she started to draw his dick poking out, she caught Jon's eye again. He gave her a weak smile and she watched him shiver. A drop of sweat started to roll down his arm, but he didn't move. He listened to her, did what she asked, and damn was that hot.
God, was she going to have to jump him after this.
"T-t-time's up," Novak said. Karen glanced at the clock, her drawing, then at Jon. Before anyone could say anything, mainly before Adam or Chet did anything for him, she jumped up from her seat and grabbed his robe.
Karen brushed her fingers along his side, feeling his shiver against her touch. "You did great." She whispered. "Head back in there and I'll be with your shortly, okay?"
"Kay," Jon whispered. He wrapped the robe around him tighter and turned to walk toward the office. Karen knew she wasn't the only one staring at that ass swaying slightly as he walked.
"He did really good," Novak said to her as she started to clean up. "And so did you. It's probably one of your best pieces."
"Thanks," Karen said. She stared at her work for a moment, trying to see what her teacher saw. She hadn't finished Jon's face, or his hands and feet. What was there were the sure outlines of Jon's body, curving and twisting. Somehow, even with his dick visible, he looked innocent. Without an expression, he appeared lost, and hugging himself.
"Its a shame you won't be able to showcase it, but I am sure Jon would be happy to model for you again," Novak said. Karen felt her jaw drop and turned to look at her teacher. "You're a lucky girl. Now, go make sure he's dressed. You have about ten minutes before you need to get to lunch."
Karen nodded, and finished packing quickly before heading into the office.
