"How about you put a chair in front of your desk and sit there?" I suggested. That way, she could keep an eye on the class while I kept an eye on her.
I lowered myself into my seat, trying not to let on that the flare-up from the night of helping at the pub hadn't completely died down. The bath and the orgasm made it better than it might have been, but the chair was low.
Still, I couldn't stop thinking about the way Connor came on me and Riley. The surge of hot cum on my cool skin. The way Riley licked it off.
I shouldn't be thinking any of this in a room full of kids, and especially not in front of Connor's sister. Not that she could read my mind, but if my face heated too much, she'd definitely notice and wonder why. She wouldn't ask questions now, but knowing her, she'd ask later. She didn't want details, but she'd want to know how involved I was with both of them. Since I didn't even know, it was best not to go there for now.
I got out my own pastel crayons from my bag and waited for Whitney to get settled before I started to draw her.
I worked quickly, outlining the shape of her face and shoulders in black crayon, before adding in detail. Every so often, I glanced at the kids. They were mostly quiet, focusing on their paper, and their partner. The occasional giggle would break out, but never lasted long.
Whitney warned me in advance they might have short attention spans, so I finished up the rough sketch of her before putting down the crayon and standing to walk around the room and look at the kid's work.
Dakota was drawing Lincoln with great care.
"Make sure you do my eyes the right colour," he said. "My mother says if you're going to do art, you have to do it right and make things look how they really are. She said people don't really have three eyes."
"Art is creative," I said as diplomatically as I could. "Things don't always have to be perfect. Lots of it isn't. If your creativity tells you three eyes is a good idea, I say go for it." I didn't want to contradict his parent, but there was no right or wrong way to be creative. If there was, no one would have ever heard of Picasso.
"Can I draw you with three eyes?" he asked eagerly.
"Of course you can," I said.
While Dakota finished off the picture of him, he grabbed up a bright green crayon and started to draw something that didn't resemble me as far as I could tell, but he seemed to be enjoying the process a lot more.
"You're good with them," Whitney said from beside my shoulder.
"I don't like to see people suppress creativity," I said. "He might be an artist too some day."
"He just might," she agreed. "Or an art teacher."
"Yeah," Lincoln said. "I can be an art teacher that plays pro hockey. And builds houses with my dad."
That was certainly ambitious. I hoped whatever he did, he'd be happy.
"My mum says I'm going to be a doctor," Kennett declared.
"I'm going to be a lesbian like my mothers," Dakota said softly.
"Her mums are the best," Whitney declared. "They're the best plumbers in town. If you ever need one, just call on Gina and Serena. They'll sort you out right quick, right, Dakota?"
Dakota nodded, still solemn but now with a hint of pride on her face. "I'm going to work with them."
"That's awesome," I said. "The world definitely needs more girls in trades."
Dakota blushed faintly before looking down at her drawing and fixing up lines here and there.
"They remind me so much of myself at that age," Whitney said. "I used to sit in this exact classroom. My brother's class was next door. You can imagine how many times I heard the teacher yelling at him and Riley." She made a face and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling.
"I bet you all were adorable back then," I said.
"Of course we were; we're still adorable," she replied, pretending to be offended.
"Absolutely! Of course you are." I wasn't sure that was the word I'd use to describe either of those guys. Attractive, arrogant and hot; those fit better.
"Finished!" Lincoln declared. He held up his picture, three eyes and all.
I made out a face with a ton of spiky hair and big ears. "Do I have two mouths?"
