Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Matt tapped his desk, as the art room chatted. He really didn't care much for most of the people in the art room, as they were mostly "artistic" stuck-up types that thought their art was the greatest thing ever, and today, as such, they were getting a nude model to draw. He wasn't the most thrilled about it, but Matt had to be honest; he had considered modeling nude, just for the sheer thrill of it. Many eyes upon his body as everyone looked upon his form and tried to mimic it. It seemed like it would be fun. And hell, it didn't pay badly either.
It was a simple drawing assignment, today. The class was mostly drawing things from real life-something he wasn't too fond of, but the human form did intrigue him. More students were lining in, and the apparent nude model was in the side room, getting undressed and putting a robe on, because for some reason, she wouldn't want to walk to the model station nude. The door shut and locked as the last student entered and they got their materials ready, some doodling here or there, and Matt, the lanky, tall 20 year-old in the back, awaited the grand reveal of their nude model. He hoped it was a female.
Matt was easy to get along with for the most part. He was handsome, with a defining nose and jawline, along with his deep voice, but unassuming. He wore simple t-shirts and jeans to art classes, not choosing to dress up with fancy clothes to show off how artistic his mind was. He carried a charcoal rock with him today, and a pencil as well as an eraser, and ran his fingers through his brown hair before adjusting his thinly-framed glasses over his seafoam blue eyes. The instructor turned the lights off.
"Here we go..." He muttered to himself.
It was a simple drawing assignment, today. The class was mostly drawing things from real life-something he wasn't too fond of, but the human form did intrigue him. More students were lining in, and the apparent nude model was in the side room, getting undressed and putting a robe on, because for some reason, she wouldn't want to walk to the model station nude. The door shut and locked as the last student entered and they got their materials ready, some doodling here or there, and Matt, the lanky, tall 20 year-old in the back, awaited the grand reveal of their nude model. He hoped it was a female.
Matt was easy to get along with for the most part. He was handsome, with a defining nose and jawline, along with his deep voice, but unassuming. He wore simple t-shirts and jeans to art classes, not choosing to dress up with fancy clothes to show off how artistic his mind was. He carried a charcoal rock with him today, and a pencil as well as an eraser, and ran his fingers through his brown hair before adjusting his thinly-framed glasses over his seafoam blue eyes. The instructor turned the lights off.
"Here we go..." He muttered to himself.