Prison School Ch. 02

"Okay, well... you know I'm supposed to send you out, but there's only five minutes left. Why don't you lay your head down and rest your eyes?"

This was the nicest she'd ever been to me. Honestly, I wasn't used to women treating me nice at all. I was taken aback.

"I'll be okay," I assured her. I took out some paper to draw. She was grading papers again. I drew her hand holding her red color pencil. I watched her and tried to capture every intricate little detail of her delicate right hand – the way her fingers folded at the knuckles, the way they pinched to hold the pencil, the way the tendons in her hand tightened with her grip.

I didn't care if she caught me watching because now I knew she wanted to be watched. I was obliging her.

She looked up finally and caught me watching her. She glanced down at my paper and saw the drawing that was unmistakably her beautiful hand. She sucked in a deep breath. She yawned. She leaned her head back, stretching her neck. Then she returned to grading essays.

For me a new door had opened, a whole new world. She wanted me... to notice her, to draw her. I was going to give her what she wanted.

Before I left class that day, I folded the drawing of her hand into a tiny square. When she wasn't looking, I dropped it into her chair so she couldn't miss it.

That night I drew her hand again, for me. I drew both of them this time, and they were very busy jacking off my throbbing cock. I wanted to dirty her purity so badly it was killing me.