"Tomorrow we'll start viewing some of your pictures. And if you would like to have the card you have to pay a fee of ten dollars to me on Thursday. Okay?" She collected the used cards and gave each of us a new card.
Everyone seemed happy and left. I was down right scared as I stood and slowly approached Emily standing at her desk, putting the cards in pre labeled boxes--one for each student.
I cleared my throat. "Um, Ms. Borden . . . "
"Emily. Yes?" She smiled at me, broadly. Like she knew something.
My eyes dipped toward her mountains but bounced back from her thin neck. "Um, I was wondering if I can at least take a few photos off the card."
"Why is this so important for you? Are there some dick pics on the card?"
I almost fainted. I grasped the desk in front of me and nodded, embarrassedly.
Emily's giggle was magical. "Don't worry Brian. If they ain't good, they ain't there," she said smiling.
I smiled back. "Er, thanks." I skittered from the room, dripping more sweat. Got home, showered and cranked up my laptop. Skype is such a cool thing.
Andi hooked up almost immediately. "HEY!" she shouted at me, fixing her hair behind her ear and smiling so sweetly.
"Hey to you. Say listen. Um, I did something stupid."
"You give the wrong order to someone? What is it?"
"The class I'm taking, we weren't supposed to delete anything from the cards."
"And you took a picture of your dick?" Andi asked, stifling a chuckle. Girls! They know everything.
"Picturezzzzzz," I emphasized.
"Oh. And the teacher?"
"Short, brown hair, maybe twenty five, HUGE chest, skinny."
"Ohmygod, it's like a soap opera. So did you delete?"
I shook my head, embarrassed again.
"Good," Andi offered. "Give the teach a thrill!" Then she guffawed onto her back. I could see her smooth, incredible balls hanging out of the leg of her short shorts as she rocked.
"Shut up," I said, annoyed but also trying not to enjoy in her mirth at the situation.
"Okay, I'm sorry. But this is so funny. What if she puts your dick up for the whole class to see?"
"There's only six of us. The only one who might think it is interesting is some teenager with braces."
"Naw, the teach is the one. Bet she says something about it to you."
"Bet not!" I retorted.
"Bet a blow job on it?" Andi giggled again, flopping her huge bag of goodies with her fingers.
That stopped me for only a moment. Emily seemed all business, even knowing I had taken dick pics. I nodded. "Bet a blow job," I said confidently.
"Okay, sucker," Andi giggled and blew me a kiss. "Go to work. I got a ticket for you. One week from today."
"Really? Wow. Um, okay. What should I---like--bring?"
"YOU!" she shouted and shut off the connection.
Okay.
Wednesday came. I cringed. I knew I had to face the music. And I was gonna be just so embarrassed. Though I didn't know the others in the class, I didn't want them to recognize me in town in case Emily explored my porn in class. SHIT! FUCK! DAMMIT!
Well, all the worrying, the sweating, putting myself in a funk was for naught. We viewed and discussed the grandma's pics of her family, the older gentlemen's shots of birds in trees and of old cars, and even the teens pics of landmarks, buildings, tattoos, etc. Those young kids had a great eye. They might even make it as photographers. I actually was proud of them. And when Emily pointed out all the cool things about the pictures of everyone, you could feel the passion she had. The enthusiasm of her talking actually made you feel the image as it was and could be. I don't know, I'm rambling. It was cool though.
And not ONE of my pics came up. Nobody noticed. They were all into themselves about their own pics. Happy for the praise and happy to share. And I was very much RELIEVED!
At the end of class, I witnessed the five offer their cameras and ten bucks to the teacher for their cards and off the went. And I went, WHAT?
"Er, no class tomorrow?" I asked hesitantly toward Emily.
"They are done. YOU, on the other had, are not. We need to talk about your photography."
I slumped into a nearby chair. "It's about my dick, isn't it."
"Was that YOUR dick?" Emily asked, surprised, a hand thumping into her wobbling chest.
Not looking up at what I missed, I nodded.
"Well Brian, yes it will be about that but also about some of your other photos. I want the last class as a one on one with you. You have potential," she offered, lifting my chin with a finger so I was looking into her eyes. They did flicker once down to her massive mammaries, but instantly flicked back up. She smelled so nice.
"O-okay." She let my chin go and smiled. "Did you take any other pictures with the new card?"
I shook my head quickly and dropped it to my chest.
"Take some. Anything. You have a good eye Brian. I think with enough practice you could be a pro."
I laughed knowing my dick was on the card.
"No really," she almost shouted, forcing my face up again. "And you can look," she sighed, knowing I was going to look at her tits anyway.
"Seriously, I think you have potential. Let's talk tomorrow. I'll show you what you did right and what you did wrong, like I already did for the others."
I nodded and stood. "Thanks Emily."
She smiled as I walked toward the door. "Hey Brian?"
I turned. "Yeah?"
"Take a couple of special pics for me. We won't grade those," she said all flirty. I chubbed. And I skid addled out of there.
Everyone seemed happy and left. I was down right scared as I stood and slowly approached Emily standing at her desk, putting the cards in pre labeled boxes--one for each student.
I cleared my throat. "Um, Ms. Borden . . . "
"Emily. Yes?" She smiled at me, broadly. Like she knew something.
My eyes dipped toward her mountains but bounced back from her thin neck. "Um, I was wondering if I can at least take a few photos off the card."
"Why is this so important for you? Are there some dick pics on the card?"
I almost fainted. I grasped the desk in front of me and nodded, embarrassedly.
Emily's giggle was magical. "Don't worry Brian. If they ain't good, they ain't there," she said smiling.
I smiled back. "Er, thanks." I skittered from the room, dripping more sweat. Got home, showered and cranked up my laptop. Skype is such a cool thing.
Andi hooked up almost immediately. "HEY!" she shouted at me, fixing her hair behind her ear and smiling so sweetly.
"Hey to you. Say listen. Um, I did something stupid."
"You give the wrong order to someone? What is it?"
"The class I'm taking, we weren't supposed to delete anything from the cards."
"And you took a picture of your dick?" Andi asked, stifling a chuckle. Girls! They know everything.
"Picturezzzzzz," I emphasized.
"Oh. And the teacher?"
"Short, brown hair, maybe twenty five, HUGE chest, skinny."
"Ohmygod, it's like a soap opera. So did you delete?"
I shook my head, embarrassed again.
"Good," Andi offered. "Give the teach a thrill!" Then she guffawed onto her back. I could see her smooth, incredible balls hanging out of the leg of her short shorts as she rocked.
"Shut up," I said, annoyed but also trying not to enjoy in her mirth at the situation.
"Okay, I'm sorry. But this is so funny. What if she puts your dick up for the whole class to see?"
"There's only six of us. The only one who might think it is interesting is some teenager with braces."
"Naw, the teach is the one. Bet she says something about it to you."
"Bet not!" I retorted.
"Bet a blow job on it?" Andi giggled again, flopping her huge bag of goodies with her fingers.
That stopped me for only a moment. Emily seemed all business, even knowing I had taken dick pics. I nodded. "Bet a blow job," I said confidently.
"Okay, sucker," Andi giggled and blew me a kiss. "Go to work. I got a ticket for you. One week from today."
"Really? Wow. Um, okay. What should I---like--bring?"
"YOU!" she shouted and shut off the connection.
Okay.
Wednesday came. I cringed. I knew I had to face the music. And I was gonna be just so embarrassed. Though I didn't know the others in the class, I didn't want them to recognize me in town in case Emily explored my porn in class. SHIT! FUCK! DAMMIT!
Well, all the worrying, the sweating, putting myself in a funk was for naught. We viewed and discussed the grandma's pics of her family, the older gentlemen's shots of birds in trees and of old cars, and even the teens pics of landmarks, buildings, tattoos, etc. Those young kids had a great eye. They might even make it as photographers. I actually was proud of them. And when Emily pointed out all the cool things about the pictures of everyone, you could feel the passion she had. The enthusiasm of her talking actually made you feel the image as it was and could be. I don't know, I'm rambling. It was cool though.
And not ONE of my pics came up. Nobody noticed. They were all into themselves about their own pics. Happy for the praise and happy to share. And I was very much RELIEVED!
At the end of class, I witnessed the five offer their cameras and ten bucks to the teacher for their cards and off the went. And I went, WHAT?
"Er, no class tomorrow?" I asked hesitantly toward Emily.
"They are done. YOU, on the other had, are not. We need to talk about your photography."
I slumped into a nearby chair. "It's about my dick, isn't it."
"Was that YOUR dick?" Emily asked, surprised, a hand thumping into her wobbling chest.
Not looking up at what I missed, I nodded.
"Well Brian, yes it will be about that but also about some of your other photos. I want the last class as a one on one with you. You have potential," she offered, lifting my chin with a finger so I was looking into her eyes. They did flicker once down to her massive mammaries, but instantly flicked back up. She smelled so nice.
"O-okay." She let my chin go and smiled. "Did you take any other pictures with the new card?"
I shook my head quickly and dropped it to my chest.
"Take some. Anything. You have a good eye Brian. I think with enough practice you could be a pro."
I laughed knowing my dick was on the card.
"No really," she almost shouted, forcing my face up again. "And you can look," she sighed, knowing I was going to look at her tits anyway.
"Seriously, I think you have potential. Let's talk tomorrow. I'll show you what you did right and what you did wrong, like I already did for the others."
I nodded and stood. "Thanks Emily."
She smiled as I walked toward the door. "Hey Brian?"
I turned. "Yeah?"
"Take a couple of special pics for me. We won't grade those," she said all flirty. I chubbed. And I skid addled out of there.