I racked my brain, running my fingers through my hair, trying to figure out what to do for an art project for my art class. My art professor, AJ Styles, decided to spring a huge project on us that's worth sixty percent of our grade. I sighed, resting my head in my hands as I sat outside at a table, outside of the Student Union Building. I know that I want to sketch or maybe paint, but I have no idea who or what to use as a model. I decided to get up and check to see if Professor AJ was in his office. Maybe he can give me some ideas on what I should do. That was what I liked most about him, how helpful he was and how he's willing to give advice. But then again, I just like him period. He was one of the cutest teachers around campus and I developed a crush on him on day one of the class. I was never the most outgoing student or one who stands out from the class, but he always took a special interest in my work. It might just be the teacher pride of helping students, but any attention from him always made my day. I headed upstairs and walked down the semi empty hallway, hoping that he was in his office. I stepped to his door and pressed my ear against it, trying to listen for any movement. I heard the sound of someone typing away on a computer and breathed a sigh of relief.

I raised my hand and knocked softly. "Come on," he said from the other side of the door. I took a deep breath as I turned the knob slowly and opened the door. "What can I help you with," he asked, not looking away from his computer. I stepped inside and closed the door. "Sorry to interrupt, Professor AJ," I said, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk. He looked away from his computer and smiled when he saw my face. "No need to apologize. I wasn't doing anything important. So what can I do for you?" I couldn't help the stare as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, I'm having a little problem with the assignment you gave us. I have no idea what to do. I know that I want to either sketch or paint. I just don't know what to actually paint," I admitted, feeling kind of down. "Don't think too hard on it. Have you considered getting a model? I love all of your previous work and I think that's your strong point." I thought back to the smile he had on his face when he saw my first art work. It was a sketch of my best friend and he got really excited about it when he saw it. "Yeab, but I have no idea who would volunteer besides my best friend." He stroked his beard as if lost in thought then looked at me. "Well, how about me?" My eyes widen as I tried to register what he just said. "Are you serious?" He chuckled and nodded. "What better way of doing a project than to do it on your professor? Plus I always give students the opportunity to work closely with me and use me for projects." I smiled, excitement filling me. "Thank you so much!" He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote on it, then slid it my way. "This is where I want you to meet me once you're done with your classes. I'll have what you need once you get there." I stood up and grabbed his hand, shaking it. "Thank you so much, Professor AJ. I'll see you later," I said, before walking out of his office.

"No way," my roommate and best friend, Paige, said when I told her what happened. "You're doing your art project on the world's hottest professor? Ugh, I hate you." I giggled as I stuck my tongue out at her. "Stop being so jealous. It's not a good look for you." She flipped me off as I continued to laugh. "I wish I was you. You get to be alone with him and will be studying every feature of his body. Ugh, let me go in your place," she begged. "No way. This is my project. I'll tell you all of the details when I come back." I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. "Screw that. Sketch him nude for me then I'll forever love you." I blushed as she laughed. "Shut up, Paige." I closed the door and headed towards the place where I was supposed to meet the professor.

I walked in and looked around. It was very spacious and no one else was inside. AJ was standing in the middle, setting up an easel and canvas. "Hello, professor," I said, walking over to him. He smiled at me when he saw me. "Hello. So have you came up with how you plan to do this," he asked as I looked at the canvas. "No clue, but then again, I never plan out my work. I just pick up a pencil and start working." He chuckled, putting a hand on my shoulder. My heart skipped a beat when he touched me. I cleared my throat and sat down. "Hmm I think I'll sketch you," I said, looking at him, studying his muscular frame. He smiled when he realized that I was staring at his muscular arms. "Want to feel," he offered, flexing his muscles. I nodded and timidly reached out and squeezed his arm. "Wow. Usually, teachers are out of shape," I said unintentionally and shut my mouth. "Yeah. Most of them are. I pride myself on my body and was determined to stay in shape so students don't make fun of me," he chuckled. I moved my hand from his arm and picked up a pencil. "I doubt any student would make fun of you," I said as I began to sketch. "I think they would. I hear the whispers about my accent and my hair," he said, pushing his hair back, sitting on a stool. "Well, I like your accent and your hair," I said as I focused on sketching his hair. "I doubt you would have said that if you saw me a few years ago when I didn't have all of this hair, this beard or these muscles," he chuckled, watching me as the sketch started coming to life. "I don't know. I'm not really picky on looks." He pulled out his phone and began thumbing through his pictures. He stopped at a picture and showed me. "OMG. That's you?" His hair was way shorter and his body wasn't as muscular. "Yeah. That's me. Now you know why I just let my hair go, grew a beard, and started working out." I chuckled as I moved on to adding details to the face. "You looked so adorable," I teased. "Keep that up and I'll leave," he warned, a small smile playing on his face. I add the finishing touches to his face then looked at him, studying his frame. "You should capture my body in a better way." He stood up and peeled off his shirt. It took every fiber in my being not to run my hands down his chiseled chest. My eyes were drawn to his chest and I fell silent until I heard him clear his throat. "Well?" I shook my head and smiled. "That'll work." I turned back to the canvas and sketched out his broad shoulders and muscular arms. I stole quick glances to the side and stared at him as he looked down at his phone until he looked up at me and I quickly averted my eyes. I finished up his arms and focused on his torso. I smiled to myself when I think about Paige's reaction once I tell her what happened during the session. AJ reached over and pushed a strand of hair behind my hair. "Your hair was escaping," he said, smiling at me. "T-thank you," I stuttered, trying to refocus on my work. I added the detail of his sculpted abs and moved on to his legs. "Wow, that looks great," he complimented, looking at the sketch, "are you going to add color to it?" I shook my head as I finished up. "I'm doing another design," I said, putting the pencil down. "I'm always sketch out everything. Then I'll either paint another one or add more detail to the background. Haven't decided which one I'll do but I'll think of something." He stood beside me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Well, this looks great. You even captured my six pack very well," he chuckled, "you have an eye for detail. I've been seeing it come out of you in class with every piece that you've done in class." His hand slid down my arm slowly as he complimented me. "Thanks. But that's because you're such a great teacher. I wouldn't have the courage to do this much without your help. I don't know how I could ever thank you for everything." He chuckled and licked his lips. "No need to get me anything. It's my job. I just saw a lot of talent in you and want you to bring it out." I smiled and put my hand on his arm. "Well, having such a hot teacher does make me want to work harder," I teased, rubbing his muscles. "If I didn't know any better, I'll think you're flirting with me," he said, looking me over. I shrugged and looked at him innocently. "Come on. I'm just telling the truth. You're the best looking teacher around. Who wouldn't want to be in your class? Let alone, have an one on one session." He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Oh really? So you wanted to be alone with me, huh?" I blushed and scratched the back of my head. "Maybe," I chuckled. He nodded slowly and took a step forward. "Well you caught my eye too. Although it's inappropriate for students and teachers to...well, you know." I bit my lip, looking at him. "I'm only going to be your student for a few more weeks." He put a hand on my cheek. "I'm older than you," he reminded me, but I shrugged it off. "Just be 10 years. I don't care." He leaned in as if he was going to kiss me, but stopped mere inches from my face. "Once we start, I don't want to stop," he whispered. "Just kiss me already," I said, growing impatient. He laughed then cupped my face, pulling ne into a tender kiss. Our lips parted as our tongues began to explore each other's mouths. I placed my hands on his chest, sliding them down to his abs until I reached the waistband of his jeans. He pulled away slight. "Are you sure about this?" I nodded. "I wouldn't have asked you to kiss me if I wasn't." He grabbed my hand and pulled me along as we walked towards a smaller room. "This building was used as storage for the theater class before they build that new one," he explained as he flipped on the lights, "lucky for us, they kept some of the props here." I looked over and saw a medium sized bed, big enough for two.

He sat on the edge and pulled me down into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed, moans slipping out between our lips. He tugged up my shirt slightly and paused once he reached my breast, reaching behind me and unhooked my bra. He broke the kiss long enough to pull off my shirt and bra before rejoining our lips. He hands fondled my breast, his thumbs rubbing my nipples as I moaned. He broke the kiss again and looked at my breast. "So beautiful," he whispered, kissing my breast. "AJ," I whispered, the warmth of his lips on my skin spreading through me. He stuck out his tongue and flattened it against my skin, sliding it up my breast slowly, making me hiss. He laid back and looked at me, smirking. "Oh, you tease," I smiled and climbed off of him. "Come on, baby. I can't be the one putting in all of the work," he chuckled, sitting up slightly then gasped when he saw me kick off my shows then went to remove my jeans, wiggling out of them and my panties. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. I turned aroind, a blush on my skin as I stood in front of him naked. He sat all of the way up and stood up, walking over to me and kissed me. "You're so beautiful. No need to be shy," he whispered, looking at me through lust filled eyes, kissing me again. I reached for his waistband and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down. He kicked off his shoes, toed off his socks and stepped out of his jeans. "Um," I said, pulling away slightly, "lay down, please." My face was probably as red as a tomato as he smiled and got back on the bed. I timidly got on the bed and reached for his hard erection. It felt like my face was burning as I stroked him. He moaned through gritted teeth and shut his eyes. I leaned forward and licked his shaft slowly. I focused on pleasing him as I took him into my mouth, gagging slightly when I went to deep. "Relax, baby," he mumbled, placing a hand on my head. I relaxed my throat as I bobbed my head. "Ugh, just like that," he groaned, thrusting his hips. I moaned as his shaft hit the back of my throat. "Such a velvet throat," he moaned, releasing my head. I pulled off of his cock and gave him a few strokes before climbing on top of him. I steadied myself and slowly sunk down. He instantly grabbed my hips and squeezed once I was fully seated on top of him. I could feel him stretch me as I waited for the pain to subside. He rubbed my hips, comforting me as I took a deep breath and slowly bounced on his dick. "Oh fuck," he moaned, gripping my hips tighter. "AJ," I moaned, pleasure and need burning inside of me. He thrust under me, catching me off guard and making me moan. I dug my nails into his chest as I rode him. He sucked in his breath as he slammed me down, making me unable to move. He pulled me down and rolled us over so he was on top. He smirked at me then snapped his hips, making me yelp as he thrust. "AJ!" I gasped and gripped his shoulders tight as he attacked my pussy. He grunted in my ear, his hot breath fanning my sweat soaked skin. "You feel so fucking good. You're squeezing me real nicely. Do you like feeling me inside you? Giving you so much pleasure? Making you feel good," he grunted in my ear. "Yes, yes, yes," I moaned as my walls closed. He chuckled as he repeatedly slammed into me, his thrust becoming sporadic as his cock throbbed. He groaned and squeezed me as he came deep inside of me, making me moan and arch off of the bed as I came. He gasped as he looked down at me. "So, you want to do another sketch? I'm thinking a nude sketch?" I chuckled and shook my head. "And have everyone see what you're working with? No thanks. I want to be the only one who knows." He laughed and kissed me again. "Well, no worries. I'll always be your model and all of this is for your eyes only.