The professor explained their first in-class assignment and Nick was eager to get to work. He almost forgot about Jillian and was deep in thought when he felt her come up behind him. He smelled her before he saw her. Her scent was exotic like she was; a sweet mixture of jasmine and musk that wafted into his nose every time she so much as moved a muscle.
He quickly covered his drawing with the palm of his hand. It wasn’t finished and he just didn’t feel it was good enough to share with her. Then he heard her soft laughter close to his right ear.
“Why so secretive, Nick?” She leaned forward and rested her hand lightly on his shoulder, her blouse gaping to reveal the swell of her full breasts.
“Don’t you want to show me what you can do?”
She laid her hand over his and moved it away from the paper so she could study his work in progress. Her hand lingered for a moment against his warm skin and their eyes met in silent appreciation. She was impressed with his artistic ability.
Oh yeah, I want to show you what I can do, Jillian. Yes, I do, but not the way you think.
“I think you’re very talented. You’re going to like your homework assignment.” He spun the stool around to look into her incredible eyes.
“What homework assignment?” She had peaked his interest now.
“Let’s just say it’s an extra special in-class assignment, just for you, Nick.” He chuckled and she tried not to stare as his long fingers caressed the smooth pencil resting in the palm of his hand. She longed to reach out and give his fingers something better to do.
“Just for me, huh?” He grinned. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense. What do I have to do?” Jillian looked around at the other students engrossed in their assignments and spoke softly for Nick’s ears only.
“Your assignment, if you choose to accept it, is to sketch a woman.” Nick raised his eyebrows and let her continue.
“Not just any woman. A naked woman.”
Nick knew a lot of beautiful women, but there was only one woman he was interested in drawing for this assignment and her name was Jillian Montgomery.
“Will you provide a model for me?” He asked.
She shook her head in a negative gesture.
“No, this has to be a woman of your choosing, Nick.”
“Well, you must realize that it will be virtually impossible for me to find a competent model on such short notice?”
“Oh Nick.” She chastised. “Look right under your nose, sweetheart. Maybe you can stay after class and we can come up with something that will work?”
“Sure.” He said as he popped the eraser off of his new pencil. “ I’d love to stay after class, Ms. Montgomery.”
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Class was dismissed and Nick sat in the back of the room, pretending to organize his supplies. Jillian said good-bye to the other students and the professor, who was in a hurry to get home to tuck his kids into bed.
When they were finally alone, she locked the door, walked over to Nick’s desk and sat down on the edge if the tabletop, her short skirt hiking up a few more inches, exposing a never-ending expanse of thigh. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, yet met her gaze head on.
“What do you have in mind for your assignment, Nick?”
“I’ve been thinking that over, Jillian.” He said as he stood and stretched his arms over his head. Now, she was forced to admire the broad expanse of his chest and the smell of him, oh Lord, he was warm, spicy and clean.
“I can call you Jillian, right?” She nodded numbly as he reached his hand out and started playing with her hair again.
“Your hair is very soft.” He said as he met her gaze.
“Yours, too.” She said huskily as her fingertips smoothed his bangs out of his eyes and traced a line behind the rim of his ear and down to his neck.
“I was thinking, and please I want your honest opinion, okay?” Nick began.
She nodded and clasped her hands in her lap in an attempt to make them behave.
“It would be a HUGE waste of time for me to look for a model when the most beautiful woman I have ever seen is right here in front of me.” Her eyes widened with a mixture of shock and extreme pleasure.
“Me?” She splayed her hand over her heart.
“Nick, I’m flattered, but surely you know dozens of women who would help you with this special assignment.”
He thought carefully and shook his head.
“No.”
“I don’t know of any woman I could possible enjoy more, than I’m going to enjoy you.
She thought it over for minute and smiled to ease the nervous ache in the pit of her stomach.
“Well, who am I to discourage a student who is so eager to excel?”
“Why don’t we go into the art studio and get started? Jillian said as she reached her hand out to him. Nick’s fingers closed over her warm palm and he was sure he had never felt anything so soft. Night school was certainly proving to be an interesting way to spend the evening.
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