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| ART CLASS by Janey Livia paced the floor nervously, dressed in her towelling gown and plain slippers waiting for the invitation to take up her position, it was the first time she had done this and as the reality of it dawned on her so did her nerves and reservations. Still, there were worse ways of making money to help subsidise her student loan. She took a deep breath as the door opened and the grey haired tutor smiled and explained that they were now ready for her to strike her pose. Any thoughts she may have harboured about this being nice and easy soon disappeared when the tutor requested that she stood in a bath with one leg resting on the side as she simulated shaving her legs. Then came the next shock, the shower she was beneath actually worked and the water was bloody freezing. Livia gasped and spluttered in shock as the jets of icy water cascaded over her and glared daggers at the tutor who appeared blissfully ignorant to her discomfort. How badly she wanted to pick up her robe and wrap it around her. Several of the students laughed at her, others gasped in sympathy but one, a man with shoulder length shiny brown hair and wonderfully empathetic eyes appeared genuinely concerned for her, and so she decided, she would pretend that she was posing for him and him alone. Finding an inner resilience Livia held the razor (minus blade) in her hand and simulated the actions of shaving, purposely twisting her upper body a little so he could have a good look at the water cascading over her breasts with now very pert nipples. Livia moaned as she stepped out of the college, it was a misty night and her now frizzy curly hair was going to become even more uncontrollable. Had she known that that she would be getting wet she could have taken some hair products with her, but now she had a really bad case of Shirley Temple hair and she was livid about it. A few of the students said goodnight when they noticed but to the majority she seemed invisible. Had they actually noticed her at all during the two hours she had been posing for them or was she just a faceless muse? Probably the latter, she conceded to herself, after all, art students were used to having models strip off for them weren’t they? “I guess she never warned you about the shower huh?” said a soft male voice from behind her. “I hope you’re ok and that it didn’t freeze you too much.” Livia turned and saw the man she had decided she would pose for looking at her with a concerned expression. “It was ok once I got used to it but I would have liked some warning, not least because I now have Shirley Temple hair!” with exasperation she looked upwards and he smiled to her. “Actually I think it’s like Alison Goldfrapp myself, very cool you know.” “Thanks for the compliment,” Livia giggled nervously. “I’ll see you next week.” “Tell me to go to hell if you want but, well, will you join me for a drink? My name is Sean by the way, if you can’t I understand.” Livia noticed how shiny his deep brown eyes were, shiny and with amazing depth, she knew she could trust him. “Well actually, I’d like that very much. My name’s Livia and there’s a really good coffee bar not far from here if you’d like.” Sean explained to her that he was doing art as a night school course because he’d always been interested in it but had always felt a bit of a prat and a sissy about it. His friends had teased him wickedly for ages until they discovered that he would get to draw ‘life’ models too, strangely from then on they had become very interested in seeing his drawings and paintings. They found a table near the back of the coffee bar, most of the people in there sitting at the actual bar or near the games machines and Livia asked if she could see the drawings he had done that evening. “They’re not great but I think I’ve captured you. Please be honest with me,” he stuttered unzipping the large case he had been carrying and tacking out some large pieces of paper and also an artists pad containing his sketches, and gave them to Livia; she was stunned, they were beautiful. Slowly and deliberately she studied them, being careful not to knock her coffee over them, the lines were crisp, clear and simple but he had indeed captured her likeness and also the movement. Quite simply, they were magnificent. “Sean they are…wonderful. Very, very good.” “You’re too kind,” he blushed. “No, they are. I love them,” she said earnestly, a hand patting the top of his left thigh. Inside his portfolio he also had some other work that he had done; his attention to detail was incredible and he was delighted at her genuine enthusiasm for his artwork. “So how long have you been a life model for?” he asked zipping up his portfolio and resting it against the spare chair. “I just started,” Livia tittered. “I needed help with my student loan and it seemed like an easy way to make some quick money, not so sure on that now though.” “I hope you don’t give it up for a while yet, I’ve still got a lot of my course to do.” Shyly he flashed her a beautiful smile, radiant in its warmth and sincerity. “Thanks. Even if I did perhaps we could still meet up? I mean if you don’t have a girlfriend or anything.” “I’d like that; very much.” “Me too,” Livia giggled. “I better be going, I don’t want to keep you.” “Can I take you home?” “I take the bus from here, but thanks.” “Let me go with you, because I want to.” “Ok.” “I can’t believe you live near me!” said Livia, inviting him to sit down on the sofa and taking a bottle of beer from the fridge for him. “That’s uncanny. I thought you were a little familiar.” “Oh I get that a lot,” Sean smirked taking a swig from the beer and smacking his lips in appreciation. “Let me know when you want another, I always have plenty of booze in, gotta supplier if you know what I mean!” she winked and Sean laughed with her, understanding her meaning. Several bottles of beer each later they were still laughing riotously and Livia had even promised she would do some tasteful private posing for him if it would help him to build his portfolio up, and Sean had been delighted. “You know,” he said gently playing with a few locks of her soft curly hair between his fingers. “It’s not as frizzy as you think it is, and it’s incredibly soft and…” he inhaled sharply, “fresh.” Livia reached out her fingers and caressed some of his hair; it too was soft and silky. “Long hair suits you,” she whispered headily. “Very sexy, I think.” His soft lips teased hers, brushing against her but not kissing her properly and Livia whimpered impatiently to him, urging him onto her with her hands, but Sean wasn’t giving in to her just yet. “Lie down, keep your hands out of the way and let me make you a happy woman,” Sean insisted. Livia smirked and then did as he urged her, finding it difficult not to reach out and touch his beautiful face, then she gasped when his fingers deftly undid her blouse and bra. He licked his lips as her large breasts sprang free before claiming a swollen nipple in his mouth and flicking his tongue tenderly over it. It was sweet torture! What that man could do with his tongue, lips and teeth was unbelievable. How the hell would he make her feel when he actually touched her with his hands, his fingertips? Sean licked, sucked, nibbled, nuzzled, bit, and kissed every inch of the bare flesh of her chest and stomach, Livia writhing beneath him, softly whimpering and pleading for him to touch her and explore her with his hands, but he wouldn’t. The more she begged and pleaded, the more he teased her, driving her insane. “Undo your skirt and slide it and your knickers, down to your thighs for me,” he said thickly. “And slip your top and bra off properly. I want to be able to really see you.” He raised her legs off his and stood up while she lowered her skirt and knickers for him. Once they were on her thighs, he pulled them off and then positioned himself between her legs, gazing lasciviously at her, desire burning in his eyes, and his crotch growing larger and larger until his trousers were definitely straining under the pressure. “Your top,” he murmured to her. “Remove it for me.” Sean reached his hands out and helped to pull her up so she could take off her blouse and bra, his eyes never wavering from staring intently at her. Once she had discarded it on the floor she grinned and settled back on the sofa again, enjoying the way he was appreciating her body. “Can I touch you?” she pleaded. “Later,” he smiled dipping his head down and flicking his tongue over her inner thighs and the tops of her hips. “Sean please,” she urged. “I’m wet and throbbing, waiting for you, I need you!” “Good, that’s what I want, and for you to be happy of course.” With a very dirty wink Sean ducked his head back down and licked her clit with his tongue, making her squeal and buck into his mouth. Livia closed her eyes and wallowed in the heat enveloping her from his wonderful touches. Being a life model had its perks after all. <<< Janey's stories |