Aaron2200 POV-
"Sir?" A soft voice came from one of the tables.
I chuckled, "Emelie I told you to stop calling me sir. We're in the same year for god's sake."
She blushed prettily before putting her hand down.
"Now what did you want?" I asked over the rest of the noise from the other teenagers.
"Um... I can't seem to get the right shape for the cup..." She looked down at her... Well, lump of clay- oh if you're confused, I run a pottery class on Wednesdays after school.
"Haha... It's ok, you'll get the hang of it, like you did with the coasters last week. Ok turn it on like I showed you."
She flipped the switch at the back of the plate and it stated spinning, making her lump of clay become a ball of blurriness.
I stood behind her, lightly pressing my stomach onto her back. I saw the back of her neck through stands of blonde hair blush red. I grabbed ahold of her hands and lightly placed them on the lump. It raised slightly.
"Ok so that's how lightly you need to press into it, and to actually make the cup you need to curl your fingers into the center of the mould."
Emelie took control and cupped her fingers in it.
I leaned over her shoulder, and her fingers jerked, making the edge of the soon-to-be cup and it flopped onto her fingers.
She sighed, "See I can't do it."
I chuckled again, "Sometimes I think you fail just so you can ask me to come over."
She blushed darkly.
"Sir?" A soft voice came from one of the tables.
I chuckled, "Emelie I told you to stop calling me sir. We're in the same year for god's sake."
She blushed prettily before putting her hand down.
"Now what did you want?" I asked over the rest of the noise from the other teenagers.
"Um... I can't seem to get the right shape for the cup..." She looked down at her... Well, lump of clay- oh if you're confused, I run a pottery class on Wednesdays after school.
"Haha... It's ok, you'll get the hang of it, like you did with the coasters last week. Ok turn it on like I showed you."
She flipped the switch at the back of the plate and it stated spinning, making her lump of clay become a ball of blurriness.
I stood behind her, lightly pressing my stomach onto her back. I saw the back of her neck through stands of blonde hair blush red. I grabbed ahold of her hands and lightly placed them on the lump. It raised slightly.
"Ok so that's how lightly you need to press into it, and to actually make the cup you need to curl your fingers into the center of the mould."
Emelie took control and cupped her fingers in it.
I leaned over her shoulder, and her fingers jerked, making the edge of the soon-to-be cup and it flopped onto her fingers.
She sighed, "See I can't do it."
I chuckled again, "Sometimes I think you fail just so you can ask me to come over."
She blushed darkly.
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Written by DizzyBonnett, starring @Aaron2200 and emelieankan1
Written by DizzyBonnett, starring @Aaron2200 and emelieankan1
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