Clay — Ralph Greco Jr.

Eight on the dot, Samantha whispered as she heard Jared enter the studio; he was one of her more punctual students.

“That was some letter,” she announced, not turning.

“I thought you needed to know,” the man coughed, closing the door, “I mean, I know it was a bit selfish, bu…”           

“No, not at all,” Samantha soothed, stopped the wheel and finally turned to the olive-skinned man. Jared wore his usual black T-shirt under a black leather jacket, black jeans and bright white sneakers.

“It’s just….” she stopped and nodded her head for Jared to take the chair to her side.

He didn’t.

Rolling the drying residue of clay through her fingers Samantha chuckled to herself. What she had read of Jared’s letter she knew he’d be very aware of how her fingers played with the clay right then.

“I just…well I know I love my work and I assume most of you students are here because you love it too, but…”

“Don’t you find clay sensual?” the man interrupted, taking a step to his teacher.

“Yes,” Samantha sighed, “but your letter, the detail of what you want.”

“My intention was not to offended,” Jared whispered, bending his head slightly to his broad chest.           

‘My intention was not to offended’, who spoke like that? Was there anything about this man Samantha didn’t find a little odd and at the same time a little too-damn sexy?

“No,” Samantha tried, scooting forward on her rolling stool. “you didn’t offend me, it just caught me off guard.”

“It made me very excited,” she added and Jared raised his head.

Many things happened in those next few seconds:

Jared took two steps forward, removed his jacket, lifted his T-shirt-revealing a sinewy, thinly hairy chest-and Samantha sighed as the man then threw his shirt down, placed a hand to his fly, unzipped, then opened the clasp at his waist. He wiggled and bent, pealing his jeans all the way off his ankles, then stood fully to reveal his bare smooth half-mast erection as Samantha tried her damnedest to look anywhere else but at the man’s cock popping.

Samantha sighed again and reached into her slip-bucket.

“All over, right?” she asked, a clump of clay wiggling between her big hands.

“Yes.”

“Can you, ah…” Samantha started, turning fully to her stripped student. “…can you turn around?”

Jared turned.

Opening her right palm, Samantha rolled herself forward and lifted her drippy hand to the man’s goose-pimpled tight right buttock.

“Ah,” Jared said to the empty studio as Samantha slapped the healthy glop across Jared’s tight cheek.

Bending to the bucket at her side, the teacher once again lifted a generous shmear, now to Jared’s left cheek.

Spreading each wet palm to the outermost portion of Jared’s wonderful ass, she thinned the clay down the backs of his thighs, played across his knotty calves and then up his thighs again. Jared leaned forward and spread his thighs as Samantha stopped for more clay then hit him again, her strong thumbs tracing a cool clay line up across the very bottom of the man’s ass, then in deep, between his thighs and under towards his tight testicles. For some reason, not one she could have articulated, Samantha avoided touching Jared there…at least for the moment. It was the same reason she had asked him to turn and was covering his ass first.

“I’m going to do your back now,” she announced, standing.

Suddenly on her feet, hands dripping, the half-covered naked man standing in front of her, Samantha bent to the ‘slip-bucket’ again.

“Across your back,” the squat woman announced, placing her chalky wet hands dead center of Jared’s pinned shoulder blades.

“Ah, ha!”

Samantha felt-and watched-the man ease back towards her, as she grabbed hold of each of Jared’s triceps and worked the clay across them.

“Stay with me,” she whispered.

“Oh,” Jared moaned and Samantha held on with all her strength, both sculpting this man and clutching him.

This close she could smell the almost woods-ey scent of Jared’s short peppered hair, could feel the heat rising off his neck. She couldn’t help but look down Jared’s wide chest to his popping thick penis.

“Jared,” she whispered as she bent again, gathered more clay then stood to run her hands over her student’s shoulders to his high chest.

Working the clay across his coarse chest hairs, tickling his pointy hard nipples, Samantha worked pressing against Jared’s back, staining her smock and her pants as she literally fell into the man. Trying desperately, she kept her pelvis from Jared’s dripping ass as she worked her hands across his chest, then down his stomach.

“Ah,” he cried as once again Samantha felt the remains of the last of the clay fiddle through her fingers.

She bent for what she knew would be one last time at the throw bucket.

“You sure you want this?”

“Oh sweet Jesus,” Jared gulped as Samantha pressed into him and brought her strong open palms across his hips and down to his cock.

Jared gulped as his teacher worked his hard penis, sculpted it, held it. After a good full minute of “scoop, scoop” sounds, Samantha released her hold and walked around the front of the dripping man.

Smiling she began to peel off her smock. Prepared as she was, Samantha was only wearing a bra under her smock. 

“I don’t want to scare you, but I’m not sure how I am going to feel if this is a one time thing,” Samantha gasped, arching her back as Jared bent his head to her bulbous white breasts straining in her low cut blue bra.

“I could never just have this be a memory,” Jared began after coming up off her cleavage.

As Jared dipped his head to nuzzle again, Samantha brought her strong hands across the man’s drying back and felt the sculpture of possibility she and Jared had begun here tonight.

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Ralph Greco, Jr. is an internationally published author of short stories, plays, essays, button slogans, 800# phone sex scripts, children’s songs and SEO copy. Ralph is also an ASCAP licensed songwriter/performer and Internet radio D.J. He lives in the wilds of suburban NJ, where he attempts to keep his ever-expanding ego in check.