As always thank you blueeyeddevil06 for being my beta!

Darien thought his last class of the day, Art class, was absolutely torturous. He liked to sketch, but he was awful at everything else he tried. He hated being bad at anything. His whole life was structured around success. The clay thing in front of him was not successful in the least. The other torturous part of the class was his teacher, the goddess, Ms. Tsukino. She was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. When he wasn't failing spectacularly at his latest project, he was trying not to picture her without her clothes on.

That attempt, the one to not picture her naked, lasted all of two weeks. After the third week, he snuck a sketch pad in and, when he was not making the next monstrosity, he sketched her. He drew her as he saw her, not in reality, but through his desires. He sketched her standing there looking off at some unknown with her breasts bare and little lace panties on. He paid special attention to her breasts, drawing her nipples hard and perfect.

He snuck the sketch pad under the artwork that he was attempting. She walked by, looked over his shoulder, and suggested a color he could add. He noticed he had only used two. He took her advice and worked on his project for the rest of the class.

The next day in class, he quickly made another sketch. Her breasts were bare again, and she was looking right at him.

That night, he added more detail. He drew her torso and her flat, sexy stomach. He added in her legs spread for him. He couldn't get her out of his head. He wanted her so badly.

All that week, he drew her in his sketch pad. They got more erotic as time went by. He even drew one of her flushed from arousal and her lips opened in an "O." He jerked off, imagining the pleasure on her face was from him.

Monday rolled around, and he was supposed to be working on his art project. He was so wrapped up in drawing his teacher that he didn't see her behind him. The first clue he had that she was there was when she grabbed his sketchbook and flipped it shut. "Darien, really. You're a better student than this. Why is it only my class you fail to stay on task in?" She held his sketchbook in her hand, and he panicked. "I'll be holding on to this until the end of class. Get back to work."

"Um, you shouldn't look in it. I… it has personal things in it." He flushed red from mortification.

"Get to work." She clicked off in her heels and threw his sketchbook in her desk drawer, locking it.

He sighed with absolute relief and got to work on his art project.

Serena sat at her desk frustrated. Darien was the star pupil of the whole freaking school, and she just couldn't get him to focus in her class. What was wrong with her? He was always barely trying lately when he worked on his art projects, and now she found him writing in a notebook instead of doing his work.

She walked around and checked on everyone's projects, making suggestions to help them out. She checked, and Darien was working hard on his project for once. That, she was glad about.

Everyone was focused on their work, so she quietly unlocked her drawer and pulled out what appeared to be a sketchbook. She opened the page and was confronted by a very erotic drawing of herself. She moved it down below her desk to hide it from prying eyes and flipped through the pages. Her body heated up, and she felt herself grow wet. Drawing after drawing was of her, naked and in increasingly erotic positions. The one he'd been working on today was of her body with the beginning sketch of a man's hand on her stomach. She shut the sketchbook and locked it away again.

She sat there trying to get control of herself. She reminded herself that she was his teacher. The response she heard back was that she was only four years older than him, and that he obviously wanted her. Part of her wished she'd caught him after he'd finished that drawing. Her face was not complete; she was sure she'd be awash in pleasure.

She blinked hard, got up, and forced herself to concentrate on her students and the art they were supposed to be making. When she walked past Darien, her desire flared. She stomped it down and continued on.

The bell rang, ending the class and the day. She went and sat at her desk. She didn't know how she was going to handle the situation. He hung back and slowly packed his things, making sure he was last to leave. As he walked towards her, she realized there was only one thing she could do. He was so sexy, and she wanted him so badly. Any resolve she'd had to stay away really shattered the moment she opened the sketchbook.

"Sit down, Darien." She pulled out the sketchbook, set it on her desk, and watched him shift nervously. "Is there a reason you can't pay attention in class?"

"No. I'm sorry, Ms. Tsukino." He swallowed hard.

"I think you're lying to me. Try the truth."

He blushed bright red and shook his head, "Art isn't something I'm good at."

She scoffed, opened to the first page, and turned the sketchbook to face him. "Really? I think you're an incredible artist."

"I can explain!"

She flipped through each page one by one. "You can? Your technique is really fantastic. You don't agree?"

He looked like a deer frozen in the headlights. "I…"

"I thought you weren't paying attention to me in class. Turns out I was very wrong. You were paying very close attention to me." She smirked, "You got one part wrong though. My breasts are actually bigger than that."

"They are?" He didn't know how else to respond.

"I wear a sports bra to school. I work with a bunch of teenagers. I try to keep them a bit... underwraps we'll say."

He gulped. "You do?"

She nodded. "I do." She closed the sketchbook and handed it back to him. "If anyone else catches you with that, you'll be in trouble."

"You're giving them back? I don't understand."

"You don't want them back?"

"No! I do!" He blushed again. "I thought you'd be furious."

She rattled off an address, and he looked at her in confusion. "That's my address. Meet me there in thirty minutes." He looked confused. "You got my breasts wrong. I think I need to model for you so you can get them right."

He swallowed hard. "Really?"

"Yes. Don't you want me to?"

He nodded and tucked his sketchbook into his bag. "This is actually happening, right?"

She stood, walked towards him, and placed her hand on his chest. "It's happening if you want it to. I'm all in."

He nodded. "I'll be there in twenty nine minutes."

Darien knocked on her door, and his hands were shaking. He was so excited that the adrenaline was coursing through him. He wanted her, and he was about to get to see her breasts. Damn, did he want that.

She opened the door wearing a silk bathrobe, and the lust coursed through him so hard he thought he felt his blood rush south. He was painfully hard. He stepped in, pulled out his sketchbook and his pencil, and set his bag down.

She said, "You want this, right?"

"So fucking much. Yes."

She gave him a seductive smile and placed her hand on his bicep. "I think we should talk a bit first. It's obvious you want me." He nodded and blushed. "Well, I want you too. I'm assuming you're able to keep us a secret."

"I am."

She leaned forward and kissed him. He deepened the kiss and pulled her against his hard body. He kissed her with all the fire and passion he'd been accumulating for her. He heard her moan into the kiss. He pulled back a bit and nibbled at her bottom lip. She said, "You're mine now. You won't be dating anyone else. Not that any of those girls have gotten you to even look at them."

"And you? Are you mine?"

She raked her eyes over his body, "I'm yours. We just have to be careful to not get caught. That includes you not bringing that sketchpad to school."

"I'll leave it at home."

"Or, you can bring it here. After all, I'm going to model for you." She stepped back, dropped her robe, and she was completely naked.

"Fuck, they're so much bigger than I thought!" Without even consciously making the decision, he reached out, touched her breasts, and rubbed his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. She moaned out and arched her back.

She stepped back and laid on the couch in a seductive pose. "I'm ready for you to draw me." She laid there patently while he drew her. She watched his eyes flick back and forth from her body to the page. She felt the heat of his stare on her, and it excited her like nothing before. She felt herself growing wet and realized he was noticing too. His eyes flicked to her pussy, and he stared. He then went back to drawing her.

When he was finished, he set down his pencil and tossed the sketchpad to the side. "I need to touch you!" His hand went to her pussy while he sucked on her tits. She was moaning out in pleasure. He then grabbed her hips, repositioned her, and asked with a mouth full of a nipple, "Can I suck on your pussy?"

"Yes!"

He spread her legs, licked her, and got her to scream out in pleasure. He then licked and sucked her until he had her orgasming.

She whimpered, "That was so good."

"You taste amazing." He grabbed her breasts. "I'm so fucking turned on." He pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingers.

"I'm on the pill. You're not done yet. I want you in my bed fucking me next."

"Yes, Ms. Tsukino."

"Serena. Around you, I want to be a woman, not a teacher."

They made it to her bed, and he thrust into her. "You're so tight!" He then began rhythmically thrusting his cock into her and feeling the drag of her walls against his cock. He lost his mind. He started taking her really hard, rutting into her and grunting. He looked at her face, and it showed how much pleasure she was in.

She yelled out, "You're so fucking big!"

He couldn't help the cocky smile as he pounded into her and heard the headboard bang into the wall rhythmically. He loved all of the sounds of their sex. He heard their hips slapping together too. He flicked her clit, and she orgasmed just as he came hard deep inside of her. He collapsed next to her. "Again." He joked.

She chuckled. "I'm ready to go again when you are."

"Give me some time, and I'll go again." He pulled her close and shoved his head in her breasts. "You're right. They're huge."

She smirked, "I noticed you liked them."

He licked her breasts and grabbed them. "I'm a teenage guy. I like boobs, and yours are enormous." He squeezed them. "I'm going to touch them any time you let me. If I bought you a trampoline, would you jump up and down on it for me?" He kissed her breasts all over.

She laughed, "Now you see why I wear a sports bra to work."

"Hell, yes. Is that a yes on the trampoline?" He jiggled her boobs. "I like this a lot."

She laughed, "You're such a guy."

He looked down at his cock, "Yes, I really am." He grabbed her breasts and squeezed again. "They're amazing, and I like playing with them. Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

He motorboated in her breasts. "Damn, that's fun." She giggled. "I'm ready again."

"My breasts turn you on that much?"

"Yup." He thrust himself inside of her and moaned out in pleasure. "I really like this too."

"So do I." She flipped him onto his back and started riding him. "This is amazing also."

"Fuck, yes!"

She rode him hard, and he started thrusting up into her, meeting her thrust for thrust. He grunted as she rode him. He smirked, "This is better than a trampoline." He thrust hard into her. "Your boobs bounce when I fuck you like this too." He lightly placed his hands on her breasts and felt them bouncing. "Fuck!" He roared out his release. She orgasmed and collapsed on his chest, panting.

"I'm keeping you." She chuckled out and kissed his pecs.

He smiled, "Good, because I want to be kept."

Serena couldn't help herself the next day. She didn't wear a sports bra. She held back a smirk when Darien walked in and saw her breasts. She watched him set his things down and pull himself together.

She laid out the art project for the day and watched the students get to work. She noticed a girl walk over to Darien nervously. She blushed and set her hand on his arm.

Serena rolled her eyes when it was obvious Darien said no and she kept trying. She spoke up, "Trista, is there a reason you're not working on your art project? Are you finished?" She stood to walk over to where she should be sitting. "You're not even close to being done. Get back over here." She turned and walked around the room, looking at everyone's progress.

After class, Trista walked up to Darien again, "Why? Why won't you go out with me on one date? I'm smart, and I'm pretty."

Serena sat back at her desk and smirked.

Darien looked at Trista and said, "I'm not interested in you. I didn't even know your name until Ms. Tsukino said it in class to tell you to get back to work."

"You're so cold! What's wrong with you? You don't notice any woman, do you?!" She then stomped out of the room, and only Darien and Serena were left.

She smirked at him. "Oh, you notice women all right!"

"Nope, just a woman. One, incredibly sexy woman." He smirked back at her. "I'll meet you at your place in thirty?"

"I liked your drawing by the way."

"What?"

"You left your drawing of me at my place. It's very good." She raked her eyes over him.

He got to her place and she met him at the door, pulling him in. "I want you right now."

He growled and picked her up. "Where do you want it?"

"Get naked, and sit on the couch."

He stripped and obeyed. "I'm so hard for you already."

"Good." She straddled him, facing away from him on the couch and sheathing his cock. Her ass was pressed against his stomach, and he growled at the sight.

He grabbed her ass and squeezed. "I like this already."

She then rode his hard cock like that as he thrust up into her. He kept his hand on her ass as he did. He loved the new angle and the way her body looked. She braced her hands on his knees as she rode him harder and harder until they both orgasmed. She collapsed back into his arms. He held her tightly.

"That was amazing." He moaned into her ear, his breath fanning over her neck. His hands drifted up and grabbed her breasts. "I can't get enough of you at all."

"Good. Your cock is so big. I can't get enough of you either."

He kissed down her neck. "It's more than just your breasts. You're incredible."

She looked at him over her shoulder. "You're developing feelings for me."

"I am."

She spun in his arms and kissed him deeply, straddling him. "Do you want to be my boyfriend, not just my boy toy?"

He swallowed. "I do."

She kissed down his jaw. "That works for me." She kissed his nose and then pressed her breasts up against him. "I'm all for it, in fact." He grabbed her breasts, and she moaned. "In fact, I remember that you live alone."

"That, I do."

She gave him a seductive look, "It seems like sleepovers would work for us then."

"Yes!" He kissed her breasts. "I'd really like that."

Friday came and Serena was aching for him. Wednesday and Thursday they weren't able to meet up since she already had plans with friends, and he had a test on Friday. When the final bell rang, he cast her a longing look and bolted out the door to his locker.

When she knocked on his door, he opened it and dragged her in. "You've got your weekend bag?"

"I do." She dropped it and kissed him. "You're so sexy. It's torture looking at you in class and not being able to touch you."

He pulled her further into his apartment and onto his couch. He laid her down and began kissing her like a man starved. "I thought class was torturous before I knew what you looked like naked. Now it's agony!" He pulled her up and had her straddling him. He grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. "I'm going to spend this whole weekend on your body." He nipped at her neck. "Make sure you scream for me."

She grabbed his shirt and pulled it apart, hard. The buttons went flying. "Your muscles are so sexy. I want to look at your perfect body." She kissed his pecs.

He lifted her up and brought her to his bed. "I'm going to fuck you as many ways as we can think of in this bed." He made good on that promise. He also spent a lot of time with his face buried in her breasts.

Two years later, Darien finished studying for his bio test. He was absolutely exhausted, and his brain felt fried. He collapsed on his bed and ran his hands over his face.

"I know what would help you feel better." Serena said walking in the room.

He smiled at her. "Oh, and what's that?"

She climbed on the bed and removed her shirt and bra. "You always feel better once you've played with my breasts."

He nodded. "That's true. I'm really stressed though right now. I think I need to play with your breasts and have sex with my fiancé. Now that would make me really feel better."

She stripped off her shorts and panties. "Anything for you, my love."