Doctor Sin Anatomy Book 2:

The putty clay melded into Catherine Armstrong's slender fingers like slivers of sunlight penetrating her splayed extremities. The class watched in awe as Cathy's skilled hands turned the shapeless clay into a flawless vase. Her eyes were transfixed on her work of art; her mouth was slightly agape as she concentrated on molding the best vase in the world. Jena Dixon and Colton Davis enrolled in Cathy's pottery class because they wanted a distinctive hobby to occupy their free time. There were 20 students in the class and most of them were older women. Colton was the only male and – apparently – the two were the youngest in the class. Jena was 18 and Colton was 19. Jena and Colton had been dating for a month, but those dates were always chaperoned because Jena was staying at a protestant minister's house as an adopted daughter. When Jena turned 18 the past week, she was finally allowed to go out on dates with Colton -alone. This was the reason why their relationship didn't really take off; they were still young adults innocent to all the sensual pleasures the world had to offer. They had only kissed a few times and these were actually more like smooches.

"Pottery is an art," Cathy was saying, as she stood up and walked around the room, "and each work of art is unique because it represents you. You are what you create and every person is a unique human being just as no two fingerprints are alike. You can even mold a roaring lion from that clump of clay."

Then she went back to her table and spun the pottery wheel once more. They marveled at how her fingers caressed the clay, almost adoringly, like it was her lover. She continued molding the earthen clay, which was still twirling around the wheel. "Now, change into your working outfit and experience how you, as the master, can fashion the clay into any image you so desire. And by the way class, you can call me Cathy."

They proceeded to their own tables and got ready to create their own clay masterpieces.

"This is fun," Colton smacked his clump of clay on his table.

Jena agreed with him and they joined the group as Cathy instructed them to knead the clay until the consistency was smooth and there were no bubbles and dry portions. The day proceeded without snags as the class began using the potter's wheel. Colton was busy coiling the base of his pot with his clay when Cathy approached him.

"You have to consider your clay as a part of you. Close your eyes and feel how pliant it is in your hands," Cathy covered Colton's hands with her own and aided him in fashioning the base of his pot. "Think about a woman you're making love to; you have to do foreplay properly to achieve a mind-blowing orgasm."

Cathy's touch was harmless, but somehow, Colton found it sensual like she was purposely seducing him. Am I too green-minded? He wondered, sensing his skin crawl. Her fresh flower scent and titillating touch made him teeter on his feet. Judging by her appearance, Colton surmised, she must be in her early thirties. She must be hot in bed, he thought, his dick starting to quiver. Damn, she's so sexy; I can't help thinking about her naked. He shook his head when he realized his racy thoughts.

Jena noticed Cathy and Colton's unusual position and her heart gave a dangerous leap. She felt jealous of the two seeming to cuddle up. Cathy was behind Colton and her arms were around Colton's body, her palms covering his. It was an intimate and erotic position.

"Cathy, can you guide me too?" Jena was beside them in an instant. She wanted to grab Cathy away from Colton but her muscles refused to move. Cathy looked at her with a lopsided grin and said, "Sure," disengaging herself from Colton. Cathy instructed Jena the same way she did Colton, and Jena was surprised that she was even more demonstrative with her, her face almost touching hers. Jena hyperventilated when Cathy's hot breath caressed her cheeks.

Colton was staring at them with a strange look on his face.

"Let your spirit roam free. Don't be bounded by your preconceptions," Cathy whispered to Jena, as she prompted Jena's fingers up and down the clay that was spinning. "It's like living life; you should live your life to the fullest. Doing it half-heartedly won't do."

Jena observed If Cathy did the same to the entire class and she was amazed that she repeated the action with modified versions to the rest of her students. She approached each student with the same passionate approach.

After class, Jena and Colton left the classroom in silence, each one deep in thought. The spell was broken only when the din of the street permeated their senses.

"That was quite a class," Colton remarked testily.

"Yes, it was interesting. But can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

Jena hesitated for a moment and then uttered: "Was Cathy flirting with you? With us?"

"Hey," Colton laughed out loud. "I was about to ask you the same question."

"Perhaps, she's only passionate about her job," Jena countered, trying to ignore the niggling feeling of doubt in her mind. Her doubts only disappeared when she was alone with Colton, and he was back to his loving and attentive self. They decided to take a breath of fresh air in the promenade along the coastal area. He stuck to her side, his arms on her shoulders as they walked, basking in the scent of seawater and the fresh, salty breeze. The sun was setting, so they stood for several minutes admiring the incredible view of the sunset. Colton kissed her when the last vestiges of the sun disappeared from view.

"Hmmm, do you want to go to my house?" he murmured to Jena. He has grown amorous because of Cathy's suggestive actions – AND Jena's proximity.

"Let's do that," Jena enthused. She was excited to visit his house and to spend more intimate time with him.

Colton was equally thrilled, as well. He can't explain it but, more than ever, he wanted to make love to Jena. But will Jena give in to him this time? The previous times, she had always been on guard and had been uptight about losing her virginity. Well . . . there was no harm in trying. Home to Colton was a modest apartment found in the outskirts of town. It was a gift from Colton's wealthy parents when he turned 18 last year. As soon as the door closed, Colton grabbed Jena and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue seeking and wreaking havoc inside Jena's mouth. Jena rewarded his advances with a ferocity equal to his own, sailing his tongue with hers and sucking his lower lip as he sucked her upper lip. They groped for each other in the semi-dark room and stumbled on the bed, not bothering to undress. Perhaps, they had waited too long that was why they were as hungry as starving wolves. But they were still virgins and their actions were measured. Within minutes though, they were not able to control the raging emotions inside their bodies, and they acted as their bodies dictated.