Art History Class
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For my first story, a experience that happened in my last year at school (before Uni). I was still a virgin at the time (17). Names have been changed, but it is based on true events which happened a long time ago. I have taken some poetic license but mostly it is true.
I was sitting in a darken room with about 20 other students watching a projector slide show of 20th Century art. Our teacher Mrs Ingley, I suspect, was a bit of a sex addict, because she showed lots of nude pictures and painting in our art history lessons more than I can suggest were really needed for the topic. She was also a bit of a hippy who always wore big tent like brightly coloured ankle length cotton dresses and open toe shoes. On two occasions in previous art prac classes she bent forward in front of me to point something out on my canvas and her dress would fall forward. I could sneaked a look down the front of her dress and clearly see she was not wearing a bra. While I couldn’t make out further down past her large breasts, I suspect she didn’t always wear panties either.
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