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Nude Model x Artist [Fishy and Angelic.]

angelicxdream

Supernova
Joined
Jan 17, 2009
Location
Canada
Audrey stumbled into class, breathing quietly as she looked around. She had been in a rush that she hadn't had time to brush her hair, eat, or anything else. She came into class with her brown hair tumbling over her shoulders, her black messenger bag slung over her white t-shirt and navy blue jeans complete with white and gold sneakers. No one had been here. She had forgotten, she had set her alarm early, so she wouldn't be late for class again. Taking out her drawing pencils on the edge of the canvas, she sighed. At least she wasn't late. Her stomach, which was growling, demanded food as soon as possible which wouldn't be for another two hours. She searched through her bag furiously for something. A granola bar, a sandwich, anything. No, nothing. Just pens, pencils, some paints, and more paper. She sighed, and grabbed out her agenda, to keep herself busy until class had started. She circled today's date in bright red pencil crayon, wondering why. When she peered closer it read, "Nude Model!" in her messier than usual handwriting. Immeadiately, a blush settled over her cheeks.

Throwing the agenda into her bag, she glared at it, even after she couldn't see it, the binders, filled with her own drawings, and sketchs covering it from her sight. Sighing, she rubbed her temples. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to run away. She had been brought up in a very conservative family, that idealized certain manners before anything else. She had enough sense not to let her creative side take charge of her life, and her career. This class, it was just a class she took, something out of interest. She knew being an artist, it didn't pay well, it wasn't something reliable, something stable she could rely on. She had been offered a job at a top-knotch law firm as a lawyer. She was in her last year of university, at NYU, studying law. It was the other something she was passionate about.
 
Matthew sighed as the teacher walked him to the room. He had been paid fifty bucks to pose as a nude model, but now that the time was coming he was really regretting it. What was I thinking? He asked himself, running his fingers through his rich brown hair. The teacher informed him to wait outside the room as he began to talk to the class and discuss what would be going on for the day. Matthew leaned against the cool, hard wall and let out a low sigh. "Shit." He said to himself. He lit a cigarette and began walking around, trying to calm himself down. he thought of what he'd done to prepare for today.

This morning he'd waken up early, hopped in the shower and shaved. He shaved his face, his back and ass, and lastly, and most difficult, a bit of his nether-regions. He wasn't sure if he should be shaven or not, but there wasn't really a hotline that he could call to ask that sort of thing. He left a bit of hair, but not too much. He'd taken another shower afterward, and masturbated during, hopefully so that he wouldn't pop a boner during the modeling. Soon the teacher returned and Matthew put out his cigarette against the wall. He led Matthew to a changing room that had a robe in it and left.

He put on the robe after removing all of his clothing and walked out into the art room nervously. Every head turned over to him, eying his body through the material already, as if they were hungry for something to draw. A bead of sweat dropped down his forehead as the teacher showed him over to the modeling station.
 
Audrey heard the shuffling of the soft fabric of his robe, hearing him discard it on the floor. She heard all of her classmates pick up their pencils and start to furiously draw on the paper. She couldn't even look up. She whispered to herself, "Babysteps. Babysteps." Picking up her lucky pencil on the edge of the canvas, her hand started to tremble. She had never seen a man naked before. Aside from her brother who she bathed, he was only two. This was different. Breathe. Breathe. She told herself, as sweat began to gather on her pencil. There was only a limited time before class was over. She had to get something done. And, she had to start drawing now. Her drawings weren't something that she could whiz up in twenty minutes. It took her hours to perfect. She just did a basic sketch during class before adding colors, defining the lines, the structure at home. Nothing prepared for what she saw. She surveyed the class one more time, just watching her classmates furiously draw on the paper, an effort to stall. Seeing as that wasn't going to work, she looked up at him, gazing at him for a few minutes, refusing to look past his waist. She could see the imprint of his boxers against his waist, and then she, along with her classmates, began to draw. Constantly, she could feel a faint blush stained against her usual pale face, it irritated her.

Ignoring her stomach's plea for food, sustenance, she began to draw with her gray pencil, curves, lines, the mutual expression he had on his face, the muscles in his arms, the way his eyes shone in the light, the sunlight streaming through the window. Hm. Even though it was mutual, she felt like he was angry at something. But, she always thought that. She didn't like it when people didn't smile, it just made their expression more fierce, more intimidating. Like she needed something else to worry about. She realized that she smelled something on him. It was an awful odour. She knew that smell anywhere. Cigarette smoke. It was disgusting. Just the act itself was completely disgusting. She was suddenly grateful that she hadn't eaten anything. If she had, she would have gotten sick very soon. Focusing on the outline of his chest, the hardened nipples against the cool air, she breathed slowly, constantly looking up at him and then back down at her stained paper, stained with pencil marks, a rough outline. She still hadn't dared to look lower, past his waist.

The clock was ticking. It was the only sound that remained consistent in the room. It was annoying. She couldn't bear to indulge in her curiousity, and look up at the clock, to see how much she had left. Scowling, she slowly looked farther down his hips, letting out an audible gasp once she saw his dick. Blushing furiously, she made herself continue to look past it, and toward the structure of his legs, until she reached his toes. She refused to look back at him again, and during this time, she just scribbled what she had seen. Unwilling to admit it, she liked what she saw. She was curious, having never seen a fully grown man naked before, she was surprised to find out that he looked so handsome. Even with all the cigarette smoke that made her scowl before, the smoke that was still in the room, making her cough.
 
His eyes lazily looked around the room from person to person, watching their eyes to see any reaction they gave. No facial reaction came from the majority of the students, as they were almost robots; slaves to the fine arts, unwilling to feel shame or compassion for a young man that was nude before them. He sighed, the teacher giving a tick as he did, making sure Matthew didn't move. He rolled his eyes and kept as still as he could. Matthew looked about the room, noticing a young woman to one side with an extremely pink face.

He shifted his gaze to her, a very small smirk spreading across his lips as he saw her look up and at his body. He could tell she had never seen a grown man naked before. He knew her type. Too good for him; she had too much going for her to even thinking about a guy in his league. Yet with such a "perfect" lifestyle, she had missed out on many things that other women her age took for granted. Such as a grown man's cock. He licked the inside of his mouth, his thoughts drifting.

I wonder what she would be like in bed... I wonder what she would do, how she would react if I made a move on her... His eyes moved to the young artist, seeing the blush on her face from simply looking at his body. He felt smug, picturing it. I bet she'd try to push him away, acting like it was something she didn't want at all. I bet she'd push away until I was grinding up against her, and then give in, knowing how much she wants to be satisfied...

It had been a long time since he'd started posing...
 
Audrey was busy scratching on the paper, and felt a hard gaze on her face once he looked at her. Her immeadiate reaction was to blush. And she did, her face turned a few red shades before getting down to her darkest shade. When he looked at her, it seemed like she needed water. Her throat had gotten rather dry, and she wasn't sure how to speak. Shaking her head, she began to draw until her teacher came inside, and told the class that the class was over and to come back next week with the completed drawing. Thankfully, she had only looked up at certain times, to keep his nude figure in her mind, and just enough so that she could draw a brief outline. She remembered, looking up again, when he had looked at her, and blushed. His dick wasn't as limp as it was as it had been previously, when she was looking at him, and when he hadn't noticied, and now that he was looking at her, his dick had hardened. Scurrying, she grabbed her pencils, pushing them harshly into the small, metal container, throwing it quickly into her bag. Suddenly, she had the urge to run out of the room. Why was he still naked?! She would have thought he would have grabbed his robe quickly once class was dismissed.

The only thing she was gentle with was the sheet of paper, that had his body on it. She placed it in a plastic cover so it would not get ruined by anything else. She heard people shuffle out the door, and this only motivated her to hurry. Her only fear now was what her teacher would say about her drawing, did she exaggerate the size of certain things, was her drawing accurate? She blushed, no, well.. she couldn't avoid it, could she? She would just have to work on it. Stretching, she yawned tiredly, placing the canvas away at one side of the room, careful to not bump into anyone, especially the man she just saw naked. She shivered, as much as she hated to admit it, she liked the way his eyes glazed over at lust when he saw her. Even if she wasn't naked. She liked the thrill that ran through her body when she dared to look back into his eyes, even if it was for a few minutes.

She knew from the instant their eyes had touched, that he wasn't thinking about anything pure. It was all.. very.. dirty. She would bet her career on that. She bit her lip, shrugging her coat on her shoulders. She wondered where he was, where he was going. She wondered.. but was too shy to even speak to him. If he spoke to her first, she would be polite and answer him. But, she didn't want to start the conversation. She was already ashamed enough, of what she was thinking. Because she hadn't looked up constantly like her classmates, she had relied on her memory into locking his body into place. And now, it was stuck. A scowl remained on her face.
 
He sighed with relief, stretching once he was dismissed from posing. He noticed his cock had hardened and blushed a bit, quickly grabbing the towel to hide it, yet none of the students seemed to notice, and if they did, none of them cared. Well... He looked and found the blushing girl, seeing her blushing more and acting foolish from embarrassment. He smirked to himself and dawdled to the changing room. When he was inside he wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few pumps as he thought about the woman in the other room.

He didn't want to spend too long in the room though and quickly change, re-emerging, looking around. The teacher handed him his fifty dollars. "Thanks." He said, the teacher rolling his eyes. Matthew noticed the blushing girl leaving the room and followed, seeing how she walked, it was obvious she was embarrassed. He lit a cigarette and followed her until they were away from most other people. "Hey." He called out after her. What would he say? He decided to see how she reacted first.

"Hey, blushing girl."
 
Audrey had sighed, the busy street robbed her of any quiet, so she could think quietly about the class when she heard someone. She didn't know why, or how, but somehow, she knew that their greeting was directed towards her. Before she turned around, she smelled the stench of cigarette smoke. She scowled, and wipped her head around, her hair brushing against her skin, blowing against her soft cheeks, tinted with blush still and now the cold, as she saw him. She knew she wasn't comfortable with talking within a crowd, so she walked back to where he was, leaning against the building of the community centre, where she took her lessons, and nodded, in acknowledgement. "Matthew." She said, as if they were buddies, acquaintances even. Her teacher had introduced him, and when he thought she wasn't listening, she was. She was curious, she had to tilt her head up, looking at him. "You know, I have a name. It's Audrey." Blushing girl. She snorted, yes.. he didn't know her, didn't know a thing about her except that a] she gave him a hard on without purposely trying to do so and b] she blushed a lot. She didn't normally blush, she didn't mind talking about sex with clients if they asked her to fight with them on a rape case because that was her job.

She breathed evenly, and smiled at him. "Why don't we go into a coffee store? There's Starbucks down the street." She took his cigarette, and rolled her eyes. She pinched her nose, wincing, and said, "No smoking allowed, sorry." As if she really meant she was sorry he couldn't smoke in her favourite coffee joint. She threw the white cigarette on the ground, stepping on it with her sneakers, and led him inside the coffee store. He wanted to speak to her. She would have smiled at the thought if the stench of cigarette didn't swirl around their bodies. It was horrible. Geez. Could go with an hour without smoking?
 
He was surprised at how forward she was being. He let out a slight sound of disapproval when she took his cigarette and stomped it out. "Uh.." She was taking him to a coffee shop? This was going better than he could have planned. He followed her, watching her body from behind, his eyes following her sweet little rear as it swayed when she walked. They got to a table, and he sat down across from her. "Nice to meet you, Audrey." He said, relaxing a bit in the chair, keeping his cool. He hadn't really anticipated a public place. There was no way he could force himself upon her here. He'd have to try something else.

"You seem awfully eager to make new friends." He smiled crookedly to her.
 
Audrey smiled, and said, "It's nice to meet you too." She paused, smelling her clothes for a minute, cringing. She smelled like cigarette smoke. Disgusting. She giggled once he said she was eager to make friends. "Friends? Is that what we're calling it? Do friends give other friends hard-ons?" She had said the last word in a small whisper, still not used to all these sexual terms, a small blush tinted her cheeks as she spoke. She leaned back into the cushioned seat, sighing, resting her head against it. She turned to him, and asked, "What would you like? Latte? Coffee? Hot Chocolate?" She called over a waiter, prepared to order, ordering just a large cup of coffee. She waited while he looked at the menu, and ordered, her legs crossing over one another.

As his words sank in, she wondered if she was being forward. But, he had asked her out first. And, she had promised herself if he did that, then she could certainly invite him for a cup of coffee. It was harmless. Like friends going out for a drink, except more innocent because you couldn't get drunk off coffee. She tried not to look at him too much, she could feel her palms sweating, as she drank a sip out of her coffee. Do not look at him, she chanted to herself. Or if she did, she only looked at his face, because she was afraid to look down at his body, afraid that she would turn pink again. Permanently. Also, she was afraid that if she looked into his eyes, he would be able to read what she was thinking, and that was something that she didn't want to happen.
 
"Well 'friends with bens' are still friends." He smiled, ordering nothing and handing the waiter the menu. "I hate coffee." He said shortly, a little miffed she had simply whisked him off to a coffee shop. "I just mean you seem pretty forward for a girl that could hardly look at a nude model without turning into a shy schoolgirl. Lemme guess... Sheltered childhood?" He asked, reaching for his cigarettes, remembering he couldn't have one and letting out an annoyed sigh.

"I can't help it." He said. "Seeing you checking me out like that with the lust in your eyes was just too much." He smirked, grabbing a toothpick from the counter and putting it in his mouth to occupy his oral fixation.
 
"I just mean you seem pretty forward for a girl that could hardly look at a nude model without turning into a shy schoolgirl. Lemme guess... Sheltered childhood?"

Audrey rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "No! I did not have a shletered childhood." She realized she was just denying him because she didn't want him to be right. It wasn't that sheltered. Fine, maybe her parents were a little bit more financially stable than the other parents in the community, but it wasn't sheltered. Was it? She paused to think and said, "By the way, you don't know what you're missing." She held up the cup of coffee before taking a generous gulp down. When she was small, an infant, she had been sheltered from things like public schools, bars, sex, and drugs. She had learned these things from the maids, hearing about it, their hushed whispers in the hall. She couldn't ask, but eventually, she found out about all these things she wasn't allowed to speak to her parents about. So, maybe it was sheltered. But, she knew about it anyway. Her parents defence wasn't bulletproof. She had found out about these things, and remembered unable to go to sleep, after catching her parents one night in a compromising situation. She decided not to dwell on it further.

"Seeing you checking me out like that with the lust in your eyes was just too much."

Rolling her eyes again, and said, "I'm just being a good student. I have to look at you. Your body. To draw, and show the teacher next week. In case, you haven't figured that out." She crossed her legs, and once she saw him grab the pack of cigarettes, she grabbed it, and shoved it in her purse, and then grimaced. Cigarettes in her purse. Disgusting. Even if she didn't live with her parents now, she already had the mindset from when she was younger that drugs were the devil. And, they were. Truly. It wasn't just what her parents said. It was the truth.
 
He smirked, sitting back in the chair, toying with the toothpick. "You see, there's studying my body to draw it, and there's studying my body because you get the chance to see a man naked, and looking at it longingly." He began to lean the chair back a bit, interrupting before she could get a word in edgewise. "You see, I could look at everyone in that room, and they all studied my body like vultures studying their prey, only wanting it for sustenance. But you on the other hand..." He looked out the window for a moment before moving his eyes onto her again to put her onto the spot. "You were different. You weren't just drawing me for 'recreation' or whatever you want to call it. I know lust in a woman's eyes, believe me."
 
"You were different. You weren't just drawing me for 'recreation' or whatever you want to call it. I know lust in a woman's eyes, believe me."

Audrey rolled her eyes. Arrogant, was he? Flushed, she couldn't help looking down when he spoke, and said, "Not so loud! Other people will hear you." She couldn't believe how straight forward he was. Adjusting her clothes, she walked over and placed her cup into the trash, before settling back down. She didn't want to leave. But, she didn't know what else he had to do today. Or, what else that he wanted to do with her. When she looked up, she was suprised to see him looking at her, and blushed. She back down in her sit, her fingers playing with the necklace she had on, and pressed her lips against his cheek softly. That was as far as she was going to go. If he wanted to go further, he could go ahead. It was all fair game, and her heart was racing, wanting this to happen.
 
His eyes widened as a smirk spread across his lips, feeling her kiss him upon the cheek. With a hused tone he talked to her. "See? Now was that so hard?" He asked, putting one hand onto her cheek and leaning in, kissing her upon the lips intimately, turning his chair to face her a bit more, already a bit turned on. He didn't want to go too fast, from a fear of overloading her pure heart and mind.
 
Audrey smiled once he seemed pleased about what she had just done. She carressed his cheek, and kissed him softly in the coffee shop. She wasn't much for public displays of affection, especially since she was already blushing. She got up, and offered him her hand, "Would you like to go somewhere else with me now? Since I finished my coffee?" She grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Once he took her hand, she led him out and walked until she led him into her apartment building. She didn't want to go straight to sex, no.. but, she wanted to spend more time with him. They took the elevator up to the seventh floor, past the three doors on the left, and pushed in her key, leading him into her apartment. She locked it, and smiled, patting the seat next to her on the leather couch. There, she ran her fingers through his hair, and knowing he would be gentle, she pressed her lips against his, he would kiss her back. She had been afraid that he wouldn't but since he had kissed her first back in the coffee shop, she had no fears.
 
His eyebrows went up and he smirked, looking at her. "That sounds lovely." He took her hand and they walked hand-in-hand to her apartment. He walked in and turned around, watching her lock the door, felt in his pocket, checking to make sure he had a condom on him, as he did. He sat down next to her on the couch and turned, putting his hand on her cheek, caressing her cheek as his tongue slipped into her mouth, his body brushing against hers, as he pushed off his shoes.
 
Audrey ran her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. She had a desperate need, to feel every inch of his hard, muscular body. She had crawled onto his lap, rocking her hips back and forth, knowing what he looked like naked. But now, she wanted to feel his body. She slipped her tongue in and out of his mouth, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt, and pulling it off his body with ease. Her heart was racing, she let her emotions take control of her body, letting her mind shut down. She pulled away from his mouth when she had to breathe heavily, her lips constantly in contact with his body, pressing against his lips, his neck, his throat, trailing down to let her see the hard planes of his chest, sighing happily. Realizing it wasn't fair, she lifted her shirt off, flinging it across the room, and unclipped her bra, her 36-C cup breasts out in the open, her firm nipples hardening in the cool air.
 
A light gasp escaped his lips, not having expected the girl to be so forward as she climbed onto his lap. His warm hands rested on her hips, helping her roll them against his body, showing her what felt good for both of them. His tongue slid along her tongue, entertwining with it and wrestling it as his hands moved up and down her thighs, sides and over her chest, being removed so she could remove his shirt and begin to kiss down his body. He let out few light gasps. "Ahh... Didn't imagine you would be like this.." He sighed, leaning his head back only to look forward again, seeing her removing her bra and licking his lips, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her body as he leaned in and began to suck on her firm breasts, his fingers running up and down her back.
 
Audrey wanted to feel good. Better she had in her whole life. She placed each of her hands on his shoulders, running her fingers through his hair, burying his face against hers, letting her tongue taste the depth of his warm mouth. She gasped, letting him show her, by placing his hands on her hips, how good it felt. She could feel a small bulge against the core of her pussy. She murmured into his ear, "That felt... oh! so good.." He broke the kiss to speak, and grinned. Yeah, she was letting her heart, her emotions take control of her body. Once he took ahold of her breasts, she whimpered, letting out a sigh. That felt good! Electric shocks went through her body, burrying her breast into his mouth. Her pearly pink nipples had firmed up, wondering if he had noticied, her fingers going through his hair, rocking her hips back and forth.
 
He smirked, pulling back to move from one breast to the other. "I can make you feel good in a lot of ways. Just tell me what you'd like to try, darlin'." He said, moving to the other breast and sucking on it hard. He took the nipple between his lips and plucked it repeatedly, letting his tongue's tip mash down over it, grinding her body against his more and more as he began to get hard, letting out pleasant sighs.
 
"I can make you feel good in a lot of ways. Just tell me what you'd like to try, darlin'."

Audrey shivered, she couldn't wait to experiment with him. She nodded, "Alright.." She held his head, running her fingers through his head, burrying her breast into his warm mouth. "Ah.. ah.." She blushed, watching him suck hungrily on her nipple. She cupped his crotch, rubbing it through the fabric. She pulled away to push down her panties, and pants, modelling out her naked form for him. "Do you like what you see?" She purred into his ear, beginning to push down his pants and boxers, taking them off his legs, knowing she wouldn't be able to stop what they were doing afterwards to take the rest of the clothing off. She gasped, all her attention suddenly focused on his large cock standing up straight in the air. She went back to sit on his lap, grinding her hips back and forth, back and forth. She clutched at his shoulders, gripping them, feeling the cockhead brushing against the core of her pussy. "Oh! This feels so good.."
 
He watched her undress and smirked as her eyes fell upon his hard, wanting, thick cock. "Mmmm, of course I like what I see. As do you." He said, lifting his shirt up and off of his body, tossing it aside, they were now both completely naked only half an hour ago it was only him and she was blushing seeing a man naked for the first time. His cockhead brushed the core of her pussy and he let out a pleased sigh, his hands moving to her hips, helping her roll them for maximum pleasure on both sides. "You like my thick cock? Can you handle it?" He asked, panting.
 
"How do you know?" Audrey giggled, wondering if he really knew that she liked what she was seeing. She could feel the heat radiating from his cock, and blushed, whimpering in his ear. "Does it always feel this good?" She had never masturbated, but suddenly she could feel her pussy getting wet, kissing his neck softly. She held onto him, letting him lead the way. She felt his cockhead brush against her core, lining up, begging for more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately, her hips rocking back and forth instinctly, even without his hands guiding them to pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair, breathing heavily, looking down, watching his cock rub against her pussy but not enter inside. She was practically begging for it to fuck her.

"You like my thick cock? Can you handle it?"

"Are you sure you can handle it?" She giggled, countering his arguement. She was a virgin, so yes, it would be difficult. It would be painful, she had read about it online. But.. still, she would be able to take it, and then, the second round, would be just pleasure. That's what she was counting on the pleasure she would receive. And, she was hoping he would go slow and would care about her pleasure rather than his more at this point at least in the beginning.
 
He smiled, kissing her sloppily as the passion increased hand-in-hand with the pleasure. Their words were rushed and and whispered between their long, wet kisses, which only made the situation seem even hotter and more taboo than it really was. "It only..." His lips met hers. "gets better from this point on..." He said, sliding his tongue back into her mouth and down her throat, his eyes widening and closing as he felt his cock's head brushing her pussy. "Mmmmmoooh.." He pulled back to moan. "Are you ready?" He asked, his hands on her hips. "We could try another position if you want.. This has the drawback of gravity in case you want me to pull out.." He sighed with pleasure, his cock's head slipping into her a bit. "Mmmmm..."
 
Audrey was in heaven at this point, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "It gets better?" She purred into his ear, reluctantly breaking their heated kiss to speak. She ran her fingers through his hair, and said, "No, I need this in me. I need you, baby." She breathed into his ear, "I need you now, we can't move into another position." Once he pushed his cockhead inside her tight hole, she let out a sharp gasp of pain. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling something tear inside her. She had never been with another man, she clutched at his shoulders, and blinked, opening her eyes as the pain managed to dull. Pleasure managed to seep in, and placed her hands on his shoulders, rocking her hips back and forth, getting used to something so big inside her, filling her entirety. She kissed him passionately, wanting more, her hips starting to gradually speed up, panting in his ear, "Matthew.." She purred into his ear, these moans of his name only became natural now. She moaned for him, to go faster, placing his hands on her hips to teach her what felt felt best to him.
 
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