Nude Study

My students filter in alone and in clumps, talking amongst themselves as they find their seats. I'm still washing brushes from the last class. I feel a tap on my shoulder while I'm cleaning the paint from under my nails.

"Professor Crane?"

I turn around. It's a young man I've never seen before. He looks like he stepped out of an Abercrombie catalog. I dry my hands with a towel.

"That's me. Can I help you?"

He flashes a million-dollar smile and sticks out his hand. His grip is the right amount of firm.

"Hi, I'm Brody. I'm friends with Cameron. He asked me to cover for him tonight, there was some kind of emergency."

"I hope everything's okay." I cross my arms and lean against the sink. "Have you done any modeling before?"

"Some photo stuff. But nothing like this."

"You'll need to hold each pose for twenty minutes. Can you do that?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You can call me Maya. You're not a student, are you? We can't use students."

"Nope, not a student. I bartend at the Fire Light."

"Great. You can get undressed in my office, there's a locker for you."

"Thanks, Maya!"

He gently pats me on the shoulder as he walks away. I look to my class and clap loudly.

"Alright everyone, settle down! Time starts in five minutes!"

Brody is fully nude when he comes back out. He tosses his unused bathrobe on a chair and strides confidently through the room. It's hard not to stare.

There's a small platform and a chair in the middle of the circle. He sits down with his head in his hands and strikes a look of despair. His cock hangs down between his legs.

"Twenty minutes," I call out as I start my rounds.

I observe and make some minor adjustments but everyone's doing pretty well. The sketches show promise, and Brody is managing to be still without being stiff.

The next two hours pass quickly. Brody has a natural sense of movement, and some of the students seem particularly inspired today. When the timer goes off for the final time, we all give him a round of applause. He bows grandly. The students gather up their supplies.

Brody puts his robe on and we head back to my office. I hand him an envelope of cash from my desk. He pockets it without counting.

"Good work tonight! How was your first time?"

"Awesome! It was so crazy to see all those drawings of me."

I sit down and pour two glasses of water.

"It can be strange to see yourself through other people's filters. But it can also be inspiring. I used to pose for these classes too, I loved it. It completely changes your self-perception."

"Oh yeah? That's really cool. What made you stop?"

"Teaching. I can't have my students knowing what my vulva looks like. It would disrupt the balance of the universe."

"I bet you were incredible."

I laugh.

"Are you always this much of a flirt?"

He shrugs good-naturedly.

"Only with certain people."

"Uh huh." I run my fingers through my hair. "So, do you think you'd like to do this again?"

"Yeah, absolutely. How was I?"

"Goof, actually. You varied your poses and conveyed a lot of emotion. You just need some refining."

Brody finishes his water and puts the glass down.

"Could you help me? If you're not doing anything."

"I do like to break in my models." I jokingly wink as I get up from the desk. "Come on, I'll teach you some good poses. This is the kind of stuff I want to see in my classes."

I motion him over to the platform as I adjust the overhead lights. He drops his robe. I carefully move his limbs, shift his torso, adjust his head. It's so quiet that all I can hear is our breathing.

"This is called contrapposto. It's all about the twist in the hips and balancing your weight on one foot. It's not very comfortable but it's dynamic. And it makes your body look incredible."

I sit down at one of the easels and push up the sleeves of my blouse.

"Now, hold that pose."

I sharpen a piece of charcoal and begin to sketch. He looks like he was carved out of marble. Every proportion is perfect. I let my hand flow in wild, graceful strokes.

Brody starts to get an erection a few minutes after we begin. Even the way it curves is beautiful. I keep sketching. He stays hard until I'm finished.

I put down the charcoal and slowly walk toward the platform. His dick twitches when I get close. He doesn't break his concentration.

I touch his smooth chest, and my hands leave long black streaks on his skin. I circle his body, drinking him in with my eyes. I touch his rippling back, his solid shoulders. I wrap my arms around his stomach and grasp his cock. He moans softly.

I dangerously rub his shaft up and down. The soft skin moves with my fist. He leans against my chest. Closes his eyes. Reaches back and grabs my ass with both hands. I go harder. Faster.

I bring Brody to the brink and push him to the floor. Straddle him. I gasp when he enters me. My skirt spreads out around us.

He holds onto my hips. His legs tighten. His toes curl. He slides his hands under my shirt. He touches my stomach. Squeezes my breasts. Arches his back. I bend forward. My hair falls in my face. I ride him hard.

"Fuck," I pant. "I'm gonna cum."

Brody sits up and pulls me into his lap. I hold on tight. He pushes down on the small of my back and fucks me passionately. I dig my nails into his skin as I climax. Semen drips out of me and onto his skin. I clean up at the sink.

"Hey." Brody sits down at an easel, still naked as a jaybird. "Can you show me another pose? I want to watch you."

"This is a pretty elaborate way to say you want to see be naked." I take off my peasant skirt, then my blouse, then my underwear. Brody watches me intently. "Are you an artist?"

"No, but I'd like to try."

I lie down on my back like a 1950s pin-up girl. I put my hands on my breasts and subtly play with my nipples. My eyes staring at him are like lightning.

"Okay," Brody says. "Don't move."