What Happens in Art Class...

Spirit week was always my least favorite time of the year. Who would enjoy a week that was designed to make you look like an idiot? Especially since it was focused around school spirit, something I had no desire whatsoever to have. And it was always the same five shitty days! Crazy hair, Pajama, Color War, Twin, Opposite Gender…Well, actually, I had a little fun with that last one…


The idea struck me out of nowhere. I was sitting on my bed, dreading the week to come when bam! I realized that Gerard’s reaction to me dressed as a girl…Could potentially make my day. I wasted no time in informing my mom that I was going shopping and fleeing before she could tell me otherwise. Then it was off to buy the necessary items.


I was so ready when Thursday came around. I had waxed my legs the night before. That was painful, and my mom walked in on it which made things really awkward. Anyway, I suited up in a tight, knee length, strapless black dress, a pair of stiletto boots which I had been practicing walking in all week, and this weird feather headband thing that I thought perfected the outfit. Next, I applied just a small bit of makeup. This wasn’t much of anything new. Then I was ready to grab my new purse and waltz out the door. I didn’t make it far without my mom screeching.


“Franklin Anthony! What on Earth are you wearing?!”


I turned to her with a smile, “Don’t worry. It’s opposite gender day at school.”


“But…But…Isn’t that against the dress code?”


“Probably. I have a shawl to cover it if they say anything. I love you, bye!” And I was gone.


No teachers said anything to me. I don’t think they knew what to say if they were to say anything. I did get several snide comments from the other kids, but considering most of them were dressed up too I just shrugged it off.


I knew I had made the right decision the second I walked into the art room. Gerard’s mouth dropped open and he stared for about two seconds. Then he seemed to remember he was a teacher and composed himself. Still, throughout the class period I noticed making a huge effort not to leave his desk. Mission way more than accomplished.


Because I’m a rotten little tease, I decided to try to leave after the bell. I walked slowly and lagged behind the other kids, because I knew what was going to happen. He waited till I was at the door to say anything.


“Where do you think you’re going, Frank?”


I didn’t turn around, “Home, of course, Mr. Way.”


“Frank, be a good boy and close the door.”


I pretended to think about it for a second before slowly edging it closed. Then I turned back toward his desk. He made a motion for me to go over there which I took my sweet time doing. Then he stood up and revealed the reason he had remained behind his desk. He then reached out and pulled me behind the desk only to pin me against said piece of furniture and grind his hips into mine forcefully. I gasped and looked up at him through my eyelashes.


“Mr. Way, as much as I’d love to stay this is a very dangerous place and it would take too long to go back to your house. I am still grounded, after all.”


He placed his mouth by my ear, “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve had an entire hour to solve that puzzle. And I thought of a perfect solution.”


“And what’s that?” I asked with a smile.


“My supply closet locks from the inside.”


I honestly felt like one of us should have realized that before now, but whatever. It didn’t take long for us to be in the enclosed space with my back pressed against the door and our lips hungrily attached. I allowed my hands to wander down to his crotch where I palmed his straining pants. He growled.


“Oh, now you’re gonna get it.” He said menacingly.


Clothes were thrown hastily to the ground and then I had my stomach on the door instead of my back.


“Don’t make any noise,” Gerard warned before thrusting into me completely dry.


It was pretty much an impossible request. How was I supposed to be quiet when my hips were slamming against the door, (which, by the way, was kind of painful)? Not to mention the fact that there was no way I was stopping my moans. Not with the pace and force he was using. It was already difficult to hold onto any one thought process. And then he had to go and make it worse by hitting my prostate dead on. I had to have sounded like a breathy whore with the sounds I was making.


“Gee…Fuck!” I yelled out as I came all over the door. Gerard was soon to follow and then we both slid down to the floor where we lay panting for a while before he pulled out.


“God…We are so dead if anyone walked into my room while that was happening.”


I knew he was right, but at the moment I did not give one single fuck. I was still on my weird, Gerard induced high, so I just giggled and kissed him, “It was worth it.”


He grunted, “Next time warn me before you wear something like that to school.”


I nodded. We lay there for a few more minutes before he stood and peeked out the door. Apparently if there had been someone in the room they were gone. We pulled our clothes back on and walked into the classroom. I offered to clean the door off, but Gerard insisted he could get it and sent me home. I had a feeling he was beating himself up for losing control like that, so I kissed him and reminded him how great it was before leaving.


Mom, of course, had questions as soon as I was in the door.


“What happened? Did they make you change? Did you get detention? Frank, please tell me you didn’t get in trouble.”


I laughed, “Mom, relax. I didn’t get in trouble. In fact, I think some of the kids were jealous.”


She sighed, “Good. Now…Go…change. I can accept it if you have…homosexual tendencies, but I won’t tolerate that kind of clothing on my son.”


I had no idea where that came from. I had never told her I was bisexual. Was she catching on to the reason I stayed after school every day? God, that was a scary thought.

Notes

I had this chapter in mind forever before I finally got it written. Hope you enjoy it :)