The Fresher, The Artist, and His Wife (Closed)

[Tio_Narratore]

The Howells came down to join her, Edwin in a pair of sweat shorts and Georgia in an untied silk robe. The smooth cloth clung on her breasts and hung down from them like sheer drapes, accenting her full curves.

“The coffee smells great, Andrea. Thanks for brewing it. And good morning, too.” said the professor.

“Good morning, Andrea,” seconded Georgia, adding with a wink, “I do hope you slept well. And that color - the yellow - really looks good on you.”

Some chat over breakfast, a scan of the Sunday paper, some ‘girl talk’ between the women, and then it was time for lunch. Afterwards, it was time for the forthnightly civic life class. As Howells drove his new assistant to the rec center,

“So, Andrea, tell me. Did you like watching Georgia and I last night? I know Georgia liked having you see us. And did you see her expression when she came? I didn’t get to see her face then, but I love the looks that come over her when she has an orgasm. From what I felt, though, I imagine she was quite ecstatic. She tells me I look pretty good when I cum too, but I haven’t seen me, even with a mirror. I tend to go into some sort of transcendental trance when I cum.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh yes, Professor, I saw her face. Mrs Howells had been looking right into my eyes through most of it, until her orgasm took over and went into that other world. It did look like a truly satisfying orgasm."

Andrea could never have imagined a few weeks ago that she would be talking so easily and openly as this. She marvelled at the transformation, and wondered just where it might lead.

The short term answer was to this Teaching Session, which she guessed the Professor did as a kind of community service. Whatever, it was Andrea's first chance to see a professional model in a class setting. She'd observed Mrs Howells in their home modelling in a closed environment and teaching some of the skills, but this would be very different.

Andrea wondered how many of the Professional's techniques she would recognise from Mrs Howells teaching.

Since she was to act as Prof 's assistant, she had chosen to dress in what she hoped was informal but appropriate clothes that wouldn't distract the would-be artists from their Teacher or their subject. So her last pair of clean jeans, a thong to avoid panty-line, a light blue tight t shirt and black bra under an open cream long sleeved button front blouse, and low comfortable pumps.

Once out of the car Andrea followed the professor. her only duties really were to follow his instructions and presumably provide him with any materials he asked for in order to keep his teaching session flowing. It should be easy enough, she reckoned, allowing her plenty of opportunity to observe.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

The attendant opened the studio room for them. It was spacious, enough room for up to about thirty students. There was sort of stage in the center, a round platform about a foot above the floor. There was a chair, some sort of a column, and a divan.

“Just as I expected, Andrea,” Howells said, “and just why I needed an assistant. They haven’t put out the chairs and easels. You’ll have to give me a hand.”

He opened the door to a storage room and started taking out the easels.

“I’ve been told there’s twenty students signed up. I’ll place the easels, and you put a chair in front of each easel. Okay?”

The professor was putting out the last two easels when his phone rang.

“No! I’m sorry to hear that. It’s okay. I’ll do something. You just take care of yourself.”

He looked over to Andrea.

“That was Molly, my model for today. She in the ER - fell and broke her ankle. She can’t make it today. Sunday is the hardest day to get a model. I’ll have to see who’s available.”

He started making calls. One after another.

“That’s it, Andrea. No one’s available. I’ll have to cancel the class. Let’s start putting the stuff away.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Cancel the class?"

Andrea felt the disappointment like something tangible. She had been so looking forward to this, had built up her expectations. And they'd even just about finished putting the room together. She had the last two chairs placed while the Professor was scratching around for a replacement.

It was really too bad, and the students would be so disappointed.

Then a peculiar feeling crept into her tummy, even before the thought formed in her mind.

She was holding the last two chairs again but not moving, not lifting them, not starting to put them away. The Professor was looking at her.

He didn't seem to be thinking the same as she was.

Because it was silly.

Andrea wasn't trained. Had never done it for real. Hadn't even posed properly for the Professor at home.

What was she thinking? Not as in, what was it that she was thinking, rather what did she have the gall, the nerve to even consider?

"Eh hem. Um , er, what about, er well, what exactly do you, er, need? Um, er, what about, well, er, me?"

It took quite some getting out, and having said it she wasn't sure if she really was ready to do it. Hopefully the Prof would know at once it was a terrible idea and squash it straight away. In a nice, kind manner, of course. But squash it.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“I don’t know, Andrea, you’ve never modelled like this before. Aren’t you apprehensive?”

He walked over to her.

“You’re very kind to offer. Thank you.”

He paused a moment to think.

“I really hate cancelling studio classes, even the civic ones. And particularly on the first day. Here, let me go over some things and you can decide.”

“First, there’s no worry about the students. Their all amateurs, and this is the first life class for any of them. They don’t really know what to expect.”

“Then there’s the rules. The model wears a robe whenever she’s not posing - we keep one in the closet in case the model forgets hers. No communication of any kind between students and model, not even - especially not even - looking each other in the eye. I’m the only one who can talk to the model, and I can’t use her name. She has to be just ‘Mz.’”

“Other than that, it’s similar to what we-ve done. Walk around striking different poses, and I say when to hold it for a five minute sketch. We do a few of those for warm-up, and then a longer pose. The model gets a break after an hour - with her robe on - and then she poses again. She may have to return to the pose she had before the break.”

He put his arm aorund her shoulder.

“If you’re alright with that, we’ll go ahead and have you be today’s model.”

“Oh, and by the way, the city collects $2 a session from the students for the model. The model gets paid separately in cash because the city doesn’t want to be paying for people to parade around nude. They guarantee the $15 an hour. If there’s more students, the model get paid more. There’s twenty in this class, so that’s $40 for a session.”

“Are you willing? It’s okay if you’d rather not.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"$40 is $40! Where do I change?" Andrea's smile was a nervous, lop sided one, but it was genuine.

She looked at the stage and how the Professor had set up the easels. She should be able to move about, as long as she pretended she was back home with Mrs Howells like the last few times.

"Just so long as you tell me what I'm doing wrong, and please place my limbs, I'm not sure I can follow your directions otherwise, I'll be too scared of getting it wrong and letting you down?" She looked into his eyes pleading with him, having a suspision that no one was supposed to touch the model either, even though he hadn't mentioned it.

Satisfied that she was in the best possible hands, Andrea nodded. Contract made. She would be his model for tonight. Hopefully there'd be no one there she knew, from the university, so that should make it easier for her first out.

Andrea starightened the last two chairs again and reset the easels that the Prof had started putting away, and began to undo her jeans with fingers that chose not to cooperate.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Wait! Not here, Andrea. You disrobe in the storage room. There’s a red silk robe hanging in the back. Put that on before you come out. And remember, when you’re nt posing, you have to put the robe on. When you do pose, just drop it to the side of the dais”

Howells paused to tell her to relax, and then gives some more instructions.

“No, I can’t touch you. I forgot to mention that, it’s just so basic for life classes . . .No touching the model either. Not even the instructor. This is just a beginner’s class, and all we’re trying to do is have them develop their skills at rendering the human body. Expression isn’t important. The modelling for this isn’t difficult, except for getting used to having a bunch of people stare at you while you’re naked.”

The professor wrapped his arm around his volunteer’s shoulder and guided her to the storage room.

“I’ll tell you what to do and when to hold the pose. There’ll be three five-minute poses, one standing, one seated, and one laying down. Then a longer pose, fifteen minutes to three-quarters of an hour. There’ll be a break somewhere in there. A last five or ten minute pose. Then we’re done.”

“Now, go get undressed. The student’s will be arriving to to set up. I’ll knock when it’s time to come out.”

And the students arrived, each quickly claiming an easel and stool and setting up their pads and drawing implements. Howells took the roll and had each student prepare a card with her or his name to hang on the easel. When all were ready, he knocked.

As Andrea came out, he whispered to her to just walk straight onto the stage and drop your robe to the side and to remember not to look at anyone.

“Thank you, Ms, “ he said as she dropped her robe. Then he addressed the class, giving them all the instructions about how to and not to behave.

“Okay, Ms. Please begin.”

Andrea walked around, turning different ways, until Edwin called “hold.” Then he turned his attention to the class.

“Now, this will be a five-minute pose. You need to focus only on the lines of the model - her basic outline. You want to capture the basic form. Now start.”

Some students were working in pencil, others in charcoal or conté, and one in ink. That was their choice. Howells walked around, commenting her and there on the student’s work. He stopped at a middle-aged woman’s easel and read the name on her card.

“Follow her lines, Cathy,” he said, “don’t try to draw what you think; draw what you see. Just let your eye follow her lines and let your hand follow your eye.”

He stood behind her and placed his hand on hers.

“Like this. Now follow the line of her right side.” and he guided her hand over the paper as she and he traced Andrea’s side from shoulder to calf.

Another minute and he called “stop.”

“Please take a seat, Ms.” he called. “Take the stool, please, not the chair with the back.”

Andrea moved the stool to the center of the dais and sat, she turned this way and that, shifting her position, until the professor said “hold it there, please.”

“Again,” he said, addressing he class, “focus on the lines of her body. Don’t try for details.”

And again, for himself, the tour of the students to comment, advise, and, when necessary, demonstrate.

It was the same process for the third pose, on the divan, but he had some students shift their easel around so they’d have a better view of the subject.

Howells decided on a divan pose for the longer sitting, and told Andrea to begin moving again. He had her hold it as she lay half way back, supported on one arm, the other by her side. Her pert breasts were prominently exposed, and her legs slightly apart, giving some of the students a view up her inner thigh.

“Thank you, Ms.” he declared, and then turned to the students.

“Now, get the lines first and then focus on the flesh. This is something you’ll have to learn to pay attention to ll the time. This is why you’re here.”

He went on.

“Within the lines the flesh rises and falls, has valley and hills, all from the movement or stasis of the muscles. That is what you want to learn to capture. Just the lines can be beautiful, but alone they’re more of a cartoon - not a funny cartoon, but an image that depends solely on outline. What you want here is the substance, the mass and the tension of skin, bone, and muscle. Do your outline quickly, and then try to capture the light and shadow that gives the body substance.”

Again he toured the class, more slowly this time, helping the students out while Andrea held her pose for them. After about twenty minutes he called for a break. He did hope that Andrea would remember to put on her robe and remember her pose.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea sat up and eased the shoulder that had been taking the weight of her upper body.

Then she remembered what Professor Howells had said about resuming the pose after the break, and lay back down for a moment as she had been, memorising carefully how each limb felt in relation to the other.

Satisfied that she could replicate her position exactly, or as close as she was ever likely to get, Andrea sat up again, hands either side of her on the couch, feet on the floor.

She looked around, glancing at the various students and saw some looking back, and hastily she dropped her eyes, cross with herself for forgetting the Professor's rules about contact. Rising to her feet, more conscious of being naked now than during the last poses, she stepped off the platform and bending at the knees recovered her gown and slipped into it, tying the sash round her waist.

One of the students, a young man, sidled over and politely offered her a cup of tea. She was confused how to respond, and not knowing what else to do just ignored him and walked over to the storage room, closing the door behind her.

Leaning her back against it she let out a long held breath, then grinned.

She'd done it! She had posed, nude, for a classfull of strangers. And it felt good.

She would have preferred to be able to make eye contact, to see the look on their faces as they drew her body, especially as their eyes concentrated on her breasts, her shadow of trimmed hair between her legs.

But it still felt good. Really good!

She had been so nervous when she first stepped out, and had been concentrating so hard on following the Professor's instructions that she was barely aware of the students through whom she was walking. And because she was listening hard for the Professor's instructions and keeping her eyes either above everyone's head or else watching her feet to avoid falling off the platform, she almost forgot that she was naked.

All that preparation at home had made her feel at ease without clothes, and she wanted to remember to thank Mrs Howells for her fantastic training and instruction. The walking around, then holding a pose had been much easier than she had expected, and Andrea was surprised at how well she held the short poses for the duration. It had felt like a great success to her. She just hoped the Professor was at least satisfied.

At the knock on the door she came back out, more confident this time, and slid the robe off before she got to the platform, dropping it on the floor and then stepping up and reclining once more on the couch, her arms and legs resuming the memorised position.

She was beginning to get used to this, get the feel of posing. She was loving it, and wanted the session to last all night. As she concentrated less on making errors, and more on just keeping still while trying to exude life, she was more aware of her situation, of being naked and looked at by a room full of clothed people, more aware than ever just how on display her bare breasts were, and that her knees weren't together. She started to feel mildly aroused and the tingle in her nipples told her they were reacting. Let them. She could always blame it on a draught?

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Howells was pleased with Andrea’s work; she was a real natural at nude modelling. And he could clearly see she enjoyed it as well. She definitely liked being looked at, and was just as definitely a woman you’d like to look at. He was pleased, too, when she ignored the young man who sidled up to her.

“Pay attention, Peter,” he said quietly to the young man after Andrea had gone back into the storage room. “You’re here for art, not pick-ups. Yes, the models can be nice to look at, and I can appreciate that. And you can enjoy whatever fantasies you want. But the rule is ‘no contact whatsoever.’ If you can’t follow it, then you’ll have to leave the class.”

“But, but, I was just trying to be nice to the model. I wasn’t trying to pick her up,” he replied in defence of himself.

“I’m sure.” Howells responded sarcastically. “I’ll believe that when you approach the male model next class, or the old couple when we have them on the dais. Just behave yourself, Peter.”

And then it was time for Andrea to return. She was almost perfect in resuming her pose.

“Very good, Ms. Just open your right knee a little more, if you will.” He noticed her nipples stiffening and smiled to himself.

Howells then addressed the class. “Okay, another half hour to finish this pose and then we’ll end up with a ten-minute study. Get started.”

Again the professor made the rounds, commenting, demonstrating, encouraging. He stopped at Cathy, and once more took her hand to help her, this time with shading. She was an attractive woman, and he rather enjoyed the contact. She did, too, he surmised, from the response of her hand and her breath when he touched her. And that sigh as his chest leaned against her back. Maybe . . .

“Okay class, one minute,” he announced, and then “okay, Ms. Get up an stretch a bit.”

While Andrea was stretching, he spoke to the class.

“The next study will emphasize the musculature,” he said, “and that will conclude our introduction, a first taste of form, mass, and definition in the human body. Rendering these will be your focus for the next nine classes. By the next to last class I hope you will have mastered realistic rendering enough to play a bit with abstraction and interpretation. I’ll see you in two weeks. We’ll have a male model then.”

“Now, Ms.,” he said turning to Andrea, “please place the stool in the middle of the stage and stand about three feet this side of it.”

“That’s good, Ms. Now face away from me and bend over. Lean on the stool for support. . . . Good!”

“Okay class,” the professor said as he walked up to the stage. “See how the model’s muscles are tautened.”

He took a laser pointer from his pocket and used it to trace Andrea’s tightened muscles.

“See her calves here.” The red dot of light glided around her slightly bulging calf muscles.

“The thighs are more subtly tautened, Their definition is softer.” Once again the red dot traced over Andrea’s flesh.

“And here,” the light was on her bum now, “you can see the glutes, very tight beneath the skin.”

He paused a moment, admiring Andrea’s upright ass, her vulva showing nicely between her thighs.

“Now, class, ten minutes to put together the lines and the shading to show the form, the mass, and the definition of her legs and bottom. Get to it.”

Again he did his job of commenting and instructing.

“Okay Ms. We’re finished. You can go change now.”

He said goodbye to the class with a reminder that they’d meet again in two weeks and that they should review their drawings from this week to see what skills they needed to work on.

When Andrea came out of the storage room, he wrapped his arms around her for a big hug, and he gave her a warm kiss on her forehead.

“You did wonderfully, Andrea,” he said. “Georgia was right. You are a natural at this. And you did very well to ignore the young man. It doesn’t matter if you liked his looks or his voice, or anything; it’s very important to avoid contact of any kind in public sittings.”

After they had the stools and easels back in the storage room he had Andrea toss the robe into a canvas laundry bin. He locked the storage room, and he and Andrea headed for his car.

“Yes, you are a natural,” he said as they started off. “And I can see you really enjoy it. It does feel good to have people looking at you that way, wanting to make pictures of you, doesn’t it? I saw those erect nipples of yours; very pretty. I’ll have to draw them like that some day. I know Georgia really enjoys displaying herself whenever she can, and her nipples still get hard sometimes.”

Just then they stopped at a traffic light. A semi-trailer was stopped net to them.

“I bet you’d enjoy being looked at even if you weren’t modelling,” he said to Andrea. “Why don’t you flash your boobs for the truck driver and see how it feels to you.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea looked across at the Professor and grinned.

She had left her cream blouse unfastened over the blue t-shirt, and hadn't bothered to put her bra back on. The Professor must have noticed, and guessed her reluctance to let go the experience of displaying herself.

"I think I could do that!" she replied, and lifted her t shirt above her tits, looking up at the truck driver now that she was allowed eye contact.

"I noticed how you exposed me bending forward legs apart for that muscle tone pose, Professor, I do hope my pussy wasn't actually dripping? It felt very sexual, erotic. My nipples went all puckered. I loved it, but you're very naughty! Do you think the students knew what you were doing?"

They were past the truck but got a toot of his horn in thanks for the show, and Andrea pulled her top back into place.

"So I did ok then? I must thank Mrs Howells for her wonderful instruction. And hey, any time you want me to pose for a class, I'll do it.

"I had such a good time tonight. I can't wait to tell Mrs Howells all about it. I was very nervous to start with, but as I got used to it I started to enjoy it a lot more. And when you asked me to open my knees, well that was sexy. I know it's not about sex, but I got a sexual rush from it."

Andrea suddenly had a worrying thought.

"Um, I'm not talking myself out of a job, am I? Ya know, like you can't use me any more if it's sexual?

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Howells laughed.
“You and Georgia are two of a kind - natural born exhibitionists. The both of you love being looked at. And it really does turn you on. And, don’t worry, you’re not alone. All the best models are exhibitionists.”

Edwin placed his hand on Andrea’s bare thigh and gave her a little squeeze.

“Actually, Andrea, it is about sex. Really. IT IS ABOUT SEX! We just have to pretend it isn’t. It’s supposed to be about beauty, and it is, but we can’t admit sex is beautiful.”

The professor started running his hand up and down his model’s thigh.

“I’ll let you in on a secret in the art world. Did you know that almost all artists - even the most admired - produced explicitly sexual works. The museums keep them in the storage vaults for the most part, though some are in private collections. And the museums never put them on public display. You can occasionally find one hanging in a senior curator’s office, but we wouldn’t want to offend the censors. Yes, Andrea, art is about the sensuous, and sex is sensuous.”

He took his hand from the girl’s thigh to make a sharp turn, and didn’t put it back.

“You saw my painting of Becah - I’m sure you can tell she’s one of those who like being looked at - that was pretty sexy, wasn’t it.? We’re just not supposed to make things too public. So the life drawing classes are very prim and proper. Arousal doesn’t show so much on a woman; and stiff nipples can always be explained away as due to a cold draught, but on a man? A male model who gets an erection loses his job. His day job at least.”

Howells stretched his arm around Andrea’s shoulders.

“So you don’t have to worry about losing your job - just try to keep from showing it too much.”

“But, as I was saying, he might lose his day job. But there is a need, and a market, for erotic art, and even some universities quietly support it. Even our school.”

He turned to Andrea with a big grin on his face.

“Yes. I offer an erotic life class on Wednesday nights. But it’s only open to grad students and select seniors in Fine Arts. You can sit in some night after the semester’s underway if you’d like.”

Back home now, the car in the garage, and Mrs. Howells with dinner ready for them.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

As soon as they got home Andrea rushed in to see Mrs Howells and told her what had happened. She was almost bursting with excitement at the sudden chance she'd had to step into the role of Model. Though nervous at first, possibly terrified, it was one of the best things she'd ever done.

Once they were all sat down to dinner and Mrs Howells need to know was satisfied, Andrea thought again about what the Professor had told her on the way home.

She had already thanked Mrs Howells most sincerely for the amazingly successful training she'd received in the skills of posing, and had gone on to describe in detail how it had felt, and how much she enjoyed it especially after the break. And with the Professor's encouragement admitted how it had aroused her.

"I'd love to sit in on that Wednesday life class, Professor, the erotic art one? I'd really love to see how that works, and get an understanding of what's needed from the models?"

"But I also want to understand the boundary between erotic art and pornography. I know they're not the same thing, but I certainly couldn't explain the difference. Maybe observing the Wednesday class will help me to understand? I think it could be important if I'm to pose again nude, especially for a class. I did enjoy it so very much. If you want me to do it again I'd love to!"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Howells was delighted with Andrea’s enthusiasm, and he could see that his wife was equally enjoying Andrea’s sense of discovery. They sat to eat dinner, still clothed, and the professor addressed some of the young woman’s questions.

“First of all,” he said, “yes, I already invited you to sit in on the erotic art class. But not until we’ve had a few sessions and the students have settled in.”

“And don’t forget,” Mrs. Howells interjected, looking at her husband, “if you need a middle aged female model, I’m available. Particularly if it’s with one of those young hunks.”

They both laughed, and Edwin promised to keep her in mind.

“And for the difference between erotic art and pornography, Andrea, that isn’t clear, nor should it be. It depends on how you define art.”

“If art is depiction, then both are art, and that is the way I see it. Others would say that art has a higher aim, and so depiction that appeals to our so-called baser instincts isn’t art at all. But aims and baseness are relative values. And all art does seek to stimulate our senses. So why shouldn’t something that aims to get people sexually aroused be any different than something which aims to stimulate other senses.”

“When the composer Kurt Weil was asked what kind of music he liked, he liked, he replied that there were only two kinds of music: good and bad. He preferred the good kind. I think that holds for all of the arts. There’s bad porn and there’s good porn, just like there’s bad paintings and good paintings. Ultimately that may not be so different than there being art and porn, but at least it recognizes that the distinctions are relative.”

Georgia interjected again. “It’s dinnertime, dear, not lecture time.”

She turned to Andrea. “Don’t worry about whether it’s art or porn. Just consider how it makes you feel. It’s all art, is what Edwin’s trying to say. Just enjoy what you enjoy.”

“Yes, dear,” Edwin agreed, “that’s pretty much it. But I do prefer it myself when there’s at least a bit of metaphor in it, a bit of going beyond simple display.”

“And as for modelling in class again, Andrea, I’d be happy to have you sit some more for the rec centre class. I won’t have you in a regular class here at school until you’ve established yourself. College students, freshers in particular, often are still immature, and have the wrong ideas about girls who model nude.”

“And by the way, we have discussed your pay, but haven’t set the terms of payment. Do you want it after each job or on set dates? “

“Let’s see, I owe you for modelling for me, for the class, and for your assistance in setting up the easels and stools. Let me know when you want it. And you should keep track of it in your agenda book so we don’t miss any thing you’re owed.”

The three of them worked together to clean up after dinner, and Mrs, Howells reminded Andrea that classes were starting net day, se she should get a good night’s sleep.

“And,” she added, “we’ll want to hear all about your day at dinner tomorrow.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The next day was busy, hard work, confusing, and fun. And ultimately fulfilling.

There had been Registration, introductory presentations, tours, small group sessions, buffet lunch with Faculty Staff, chatting with Professors, making friends with other Freshers, boys and girls, being assigned lockers, and all the other myriad of things that starting at College entailed.

But it felt great. Andrea had made the transition. She was no longer a school leaver; she was now a College Student.

The only odd thing about the day was that everyone was clothed. Not that it was really odd in the slightest, but it felt strange after the diet of nudity she had so recently become used to.

During one of the more boring presentations, Andrea felt a strong desire to just take all her clothes off which amused her, and her mind wandered as she daydreamed how that might go, and what the other students and the lecturer might think.

Once home, she excitedly told her hosts everything about her day, including her daydreams, and chattered on about the people she'd met and how much she enjoyed her day. The Course and the teachers seemed exactly what she hoped for, and her timetable left a lot of space for reading and researching her own answers with a minimum of lecture time and seminars.

That would leave her plenty of room to organise her own time, and earn some money.

"If it's ok with you, Professor, I'd prefer to be paid as I earn? But I can't rely totally on you for income. I know you want me to be careful about getting another job, but wanted your opinion on something?"

Andrea looked into Mrs Howell's eyes, then the Prof's.

"After what you said last night about art and pornography, what would you think if I tried to earn a little extra posing for pornographic photos? There must be at least one photographer in town who does that? Maybe even Staff in the Creative Arts Department?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Georgia’s concern was obvious.

“I’m not sure you want to do that, Andrea,” she said seriously. “Some of the girl’s who modelled here tried that route for some quick money, but they regretted it. Right off, the photographer demanded an ‘audition’ - a suck and fuck, and often a back door too, just to consider hiring her.”

“Then she get some money,, usually only a hundred bucks ‘because she was new,’ with promises of more to come. For that she’d be fucked by anywhere from one to a half dozen strangers, with no guarantee they weren’t diseased. And if she continued, she have to go to parties, and ‘entertain’ the guests if she wanted to keep working.”

“And then,” the Professor added,” the photographer would demand darker stuff from the girls. Whips and chains. There’s only a few porn producers in town, and they all want dark stuff. And not pretend, either. One of them goes really dark - just abuse. Whips, chains, cattle prods, needles. . .”

“You’ve just opened up to your sexuality, Andrea,” said Georgia, “We don’t want to see you throw it away for a few bucks.”

“Besides,” Edwin noted, “we’ve taken you in as part of a program to enhance your learning. Getting involved in porn will suck up all your time and make you flunk or drop out of school. We don’t want to see you waste all that an education can give you.”

“Edwin,” Georgia said, looking expectantly at her husband.

“I was going to wait on this until you were established as a student, Andrea, but I would like to use you as a model for my erotic art workshop. And for my own erotic art.”

“I’m currently doing a series of drawings for a men’s magazine. It’s called ‘The Big 2-O.’ I provide one portrait a month of a girl about twenty years old as she has an orgasm. I don’t know what you look like when you cum, but since I first saw that expressive face of yours, I’ve been thinking about including you. I have November and December yet to do, and I’d like you to be one of them. You’ll have to cum for me, though. Probably a few times.”

“And the pay? Well, the other artists pay sitting fees, but I feel that there’s as much art in the models as there is in my rendering, so I split what I get for an erotic work with the models. Fifty-fifty. And I get a grand for each of the ‘Big 2-Os.’ That’d be five hundred bucks for you. And there’s more I have planned that I’d be honored to have you pose for.”

He paused, and looked at his wife.

“And I’m not the only one around who makes that deal.”

“Yes, Andrea, I’m a bit of an erotic artist myself,” declared Georgia. “Just photography. I do work for some exclusive women’s magazines. Right now I have a series in a bimonthly - ‘Elle à Nuit’ - it’s a photo-phantasie, eight to twelve frames depicting a sexual fantasy for women. I could make good use of you for that series- I’ve been looking for a model to repeat with, and I think you’d be very good for it.”

“So, then, Andrea,” Howells declared, “if you’d like to do more erotic work, and make more money, you can do it with us. You’d be safe, and you know we’d make sure you didn’t miss out on your education.”

“All this talk and thought of erotic art is getting to me,” Georgia announced as she shed her clothes.

“How about you,” she asked seductively as she started undoing the professor’s slacks.

“I’m with you, dear,” he said eagerly and then kissed her.

His pants fell down around his legs, and Georgia squatted to slide his boxers off.

“Yes, I see you are,” she said as his erect organ popped free of his underpants.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and turned to Andrea. “I know you’ve seen Edwin’s lovely cock before, but doesn’t it look even more appealing when it’s stiff?”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Mm, yes, it does indeed, Mrs Howells; not that I've a great number to be a good judge."

Andrea watched the couple become actively sexual right in front of her.

It was exciting, and Mrs Howells in particular appeared to relish having an audience, even one as inexpert as Andi.

"I'd like to join in your erotic art work, both of you," she replied softly, lifting her top over her head and off.

"But you must promise me that I'm helping you both make money, that it's not just me earning." Still watching the couple closely, Andrea removed her bra quickly and smoothly.

"You both look so beautiful naked and aroused," she added in a quiet voice, not wanting to distract or interrupt, but wanting to show her admiration and encouragement.

Lifting her hips she undid and removed her jeans and briefs from her hips, dragging both to her ankles, then spreading her knees wide started to masturbate openly while watching the older couple.

Andi's fingers grazed either side of her slit and teased her outer lips open, then she dipped her middle finger between them and ran it up to her hood and down to the entrance of her vagina, dipping just inside the opening.

Rubbing circles over her clitoris, jaw opening and eyes slightly hooded, Andrea grimaced in that place of ecstatic escalation short of orgasm, but feeling the sensations growing; more about lust than anything else.

Andrea intended to masturbate to orgasm while her mentors explored their own desires.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

The Howells were well aware of Andrea watching them; in fact, it was one of the possibilities that would have pleased them immensely. Here was a lovely young woman, just discovering the wider potentials of her sexuality, and they could encourage and enjoy it.

Georgia curled up on the sofa with her head on Edwin’s abdomen and her hand holding his long, stiff cock to her lips. Her eyes widened with delight as she watched Andrea strip and then begin to finger herself. She knew Edwin was watching intently as well; she could feel it in his cock.

And, yes, Edwin’s eyes were also wide as he watched Andrea. She was, indeed, lovely and lively, and, from a purely artistic perspective of course, he would get his first look at her orgasm and see if her expression was good for his magazine series.

That’s not to say he didn’t thoroughly enjoy his wife’s ministrations. He stroked her hair in appreciation and encouragement as he sighed and moaned at the play of her lips, her mouth, and her tongue on his aroused organ.

Georgia had drawn his glans into her mouth and was stroking from his balls on up his shaft ‘til she reached her lips and started back down. She could feel his body quivering as his cock twitched in her mouth, and, in response, she increased her speed and her intensity. It wasn’t long before his back arched, thrusting his hips upward, and he erupted in her mouth, his semen shooting out hot and hard into the back of her throat.

Georgia sighed her pleasure at he husband’s orgasm as she sucked and licked and swallowed all the cum she could get from him, and then just lay there, his softening cock still in her mouth. She liked that about a blow job; it was so nice, she felt, to just lie there, caressing his soft cock with her lips and tongue. Edwin knew how much she enjoyed it, and so he’d always lay there for her, and enjoy the feeling himself.

Their eyes were on Andrea, too, taking their own pleasure in her self-pleasuring.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The sight of the experienced couple enjoying their sexual pleasure fired Andrea with lust, and she increased the speed of her fingers to match Mrs Howells stroking of the beautiful rigid cock.

There was something almost animalistic in Andrea, a sort ot primeval reaction to her own built up sexual tension and the delightful scene in front of her eyes, and she craved release.

Not just release, but also fulfillment. Her fingers were good, but very soon she would need more. A lot more.

Her mouth was open and she was quietly gasping for air, chest heaving, small breasts rising and falling, fingers flying.

They were watching her masturbate.

She loved it, even while she loved seeing Mrs Howells suck Prof H's hard cock.

Then he came. It was obvious. He must have shot a big jetting load judging by Mrs Howells delighted reaction. Andrea was envious. And it set her off.

Her own orgasm rapidly came upon her, and staring into Mrs Howells eyes as she imagined the floods of hot semen, Andrea's face became almost a snarl, a grimace as if in pain and ecstacy together.

With uninhibited cries and grunts of raw emotion Andrea Orgasmed loud, wet, over and over, hand clamped against her sodden swollen pussy, her eyes darting to meet the Professor's as she emptied her soul into his Artist's perception.

She cummed for him. She gave him her Orgasm.

Maybe soon, with Mrs Howells approval, he would give her one back.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Mrs. Howells sat up as Andrea finished cumming, and Mr. Howells motioned for Andrea to come and sit between them. He turned to her and kissed her passionately.

“That was more than beautiful, Andrea,” he said as he broke off the kiss. “It was divine. You’re definitely my Miss December.”

“But I will have to see it at least a few more times,” he added with a little laugh as he sat back.

Mrs. Howells, without a word, took Andrea’s head in her hands and drew her shaply to her for a kiss. A hot kiss, full on the lips. A French kiss, the older woman’s tongue driving forcefully into the young boarder’s mouth and twirling wildly around its mate.

She broke the kiss to speak.

“That was incredible, Andrea, . . . and your hand, so sensual, so skilled . . .”

She took the girl’s left hand and brought it to her own vulva.

“Play with me, please,” she breathed in Andrea’s ear and then resumed her passionate kiss. Georgia’s hand quickly found Andrea’s breast and began kneading it tenderly.

Edwin slipped his left hand between his model’s thighs and massaged her mound with the heel of his hand while his fingers toyed with her furrow.

He turned to reach for her free hand, and brought it to his half-erect penis.

“Me too,” he said in a mock-pleading voice.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea moved her knees apart as much as she could, sandwiched as she was between the hot flesh of her two mentors and now, maybe lovers?

The Professor's hand on her pussy felt good, and he obviously knew how pleasure a girl who had just experienced a great orgasm.

Kissing Mrs Howells passionately to her left, Andrea used her own left hand to caress and tease the older woman's pussy, using what she knew worked for herself, and Andrea tried to keep Mrs Howells inflamed and on the verge of release without tipping over.

At the same time Andrea's right hand stroked the recently emptied penis of Professor H, and as he regained his full magnificent hardness she wondered if he might cum again, but for her this time.

It was her first experience of a threesome, and feeling very much the amateur Andrea was ready to respond to the slightest hint from either of the other two, and let them direct what happened.

After all, she really was here to learn from them; everything she possibly could.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Mrs. Howells realized that Andrea was stroking Mr. Howells cock and broke off the kiss.

“Look at this, Andrea,” she said giggling a bit as she wrapped her hand around Andrea’s.

She squeezed tight and slowly stroked up and down on her husband’s shaft with her hand and the girl’s.

“See? Edwin has his foreskin and when you squeeze and stroke up, his cock head disappears under the skin. Then when you stroke down slowly, it comes out like a flower bud blooming from its sheath.”

She brought her hand back to Andrea’s breast.

“Now you do it. Isn’t it cute?”

“And I like it too,” Edwin chimed in.

“You’re such a darling,” she cried as she took her hand from Andrea and drew her husband’s head over for a three-way tongue kiss with Andrea.

“Show our lovely companion what else your tongue can do, dear,” she suggested, and Edwin slipped out of Andrea’s hand and knelt on the floor between her knees.

He looked admiringly on the young vulva, and then spread her legs wider apart for a better look.

“You are really beautiful,” he said as he leaned forward and lightly kissed the inside of her right thigh, just above the knee.

“Incredible!” he exclaimed as he duplicated his kiss on her left thigh.

Inch by inch he kissed his way up her thighs, alternating sides and pressing harder with each kiss. When he reached the junctures of thighs and hips, he drew a bit of her tender flesh between his teeth and sucked hard, leaving the crimson marks of a love bite to each side of her vee.

Her mound was next for a kiss, hard and hot, pressing right down through the flesh to her clit, hidden in its sinuous mantle. Lower, then, and his lips played on hers, opening slightly for his tongue to slip out and part her folds and taste her juices.

Down wriggled his tongue to her vestibule, and he twirled and twisted it around her sensitive doorway, listening for the opening strains of the symphony he hoped to draw from her. Up, then, slowly savouring the wet smoothness of her furrow. Her clit, now, its hiding place discovered, and his tongue twisted and twirled and pried at it as he sucked it in and out of his mouth. Down again to her sweet young entrance and up again to her pearl of pleasure, listening for the crescendos of and arpeggios of delight that his tonguing would evoke.

Georgia delight in the pleasures her young lover was finding in Edwin’s tongue, and took her own pleasure suckling at the young breasts before her. And then she let out her own lustful sigh and straddled Andrea’s hips. Her own breasts were now near the girls lips, and Georgia encouraged her to play with them and suck deeply on them.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Alternating between her gasping, mewling delight at the Professor's ministrations between her legs, and sucking as much as she could of Mrs Howells full nipples between her lips, Andrea was in a whole new world of sensations.

This wasn't sex. Or not just sex. It was a ravishing creative world of new exquisite experience at the hands of Artists.

Andrea wasn't just addicted now to being naked, but also to being absorbed into sexual exploration and expression.

She never realised there was so much more.

Rocking her hips to maximise her pleasure from the oral assault she also stroked and squeezed Mrs Howells behind, wanting soon to feel her vagina to vagina in what had to be a uniquely female sensation. But she also wanted more of the Professor's magnificent cock. All in good time.

A grin spread across Andrea's face even while she toyed with the nipples so conveniently presented before her face. She was to stay with this couple for the whole academic year. There was plenty of time to experience every sexual adventure possible.

And she intended to make excellent use of the time.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Edwin moved back as Georgia straddled Andrea, happy to enjoy the sight of the two women’s pussies coming together in pursuit of pleasure. He stroked himself lightly as Georgia softly rubbed her mound against Andrea’s.

As the women became more aroused, Edwin raised himself on his knees and brought his still-stiff cock to Andrea’s entrance. The warmth and wet of the girl brought a sigh to his breath, and he slowly slipped his organ into her enveloping sheath a his hands wrapped around her waist.

He was slightly below her, so his cock thrust up into the roof of Andrea’s vagina, right where Georgia’s pubis was pressing down. And so, from bulb to root, the freshman’s clit was lovingly sandwiched between her two hosts.

Unconsciously, Edwin’s and Georgia’s motions - thrusts and grinds - moved in sync on their new lover’s pussy, and they hoped she loved it as much as they did.

Edwin was moving closer to orgasm, and he instinctively shifted his attention - well, at least his cock, if not his whole attention - to his wife. Georgia moaned in pleasure as Edwin’s throbbing organ penetrated deep inside her, and she redoubled her mound massage on Andrea.

The older woman pulled her chest back from Andrea’s suckling and leaned over, cheek to cheek, with her lover, breathing heavily and hotly in her ear. She ground harder against the girl now, and their furrows were forced open, labia spreading hot and wet against each other. Georgia kissed Andrea’s neck, and then whispered in her ear.

“In China, this is called ‘the Butterfly.’ Our labia spread out against each other, mimicking the spread wings of a butterfly.”

She pressed harder, then, now rubbing her own clit directly over her younger partner’s pearl.

A kiss on Andrea’s lips followed, with Georgia’s tongue deeply exploring Andrea’s mouth in rhythm to the grinding of their pubes.

Then another whisper carried on heated breath.

“But a butterfly is more than wings. It also has a body between the wings.”

As she whispered, she raised her hips slightly, just high enough for Edwin to slide his cock between the two women. He gasped in delight as he felt the wet heat of Andrea’s slit on the bottom of his swollen cock and that of Georgia on the top. And it wasn’t hard for him to sense the women’s pleasure at his coming between them.

Forward and back he went, faster, then slower, his tempo always varying as his frenulum slid over Andrea’s clit and the top of his glans stroked Georgia’s. They edged closer and closer to cumming, but they were practiced, even if not masters, at controlling their orgasms. They held back, savoring the intense sensations, waiting to join Andrea in a troika of simultaneous release.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The pleasure was intense, such a rich tapestry of sensations, stimulating Andrea like she'd never known.

Higher and higher she went, part of her brain registering that mere masturbation would never be enough from now on, not even for an audience, and she let her hands roam over Mrs Howells while her hips tilted to get the most from the butterfly body sliding over her sensitive wings.

The growl started deep in her chest and head back eyes shut mouth open Andrea let it build, a wild animal inside her wanting release.

She knew that name of the animal; Orgasm. It was a deliciously welcome monster that needed to consume her totally, and maybe this time instead of nibbling at the edges it would eat her whole.

Her clitoris and vagina were the centre of her universe, her hands feeding the monster their own titbits. Her head started thrashing as the monster grew in size and confidence and apetite.

Andrea grunted and groaned and thrashed and worked her hips as she was driven up and up, incoherent mutterings escaping unbidden, and then came the tightening, the grip, the clamping down, and her limbs began to tremble.

More and more Andrea shook and jerked, her vision darkened as the Monster devoured her, and she screamed an unearthly gutteral howl as the wave crashed over her and she jerked and shook and gripped, holding tight, convulsing as she sprayed, cumming like it was the end of the world.

Over and over seemingly forever, until she felt she was turned inside out and everything darkened towards a tiny spot of light, like the end of a tunnel.

When she came to, Andrea was still holding Mrs Howells with Professor H's cock between them. She realised she'd passed out, but she felt fantastic and was glowing like she had a nuclear reactor inside her.

"Wow," was all she could in a weak, shaky voice. She opened her eyes.

"Was that any good for you guys?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Georgia and Edwin were both looking at Andrea when she opened her eyes. Their smiles turned into cheerful laughs as she asked if it was any good for them.

“Good would be an understatement, dear,” Mrs. Howells said.

She leaned over and kissed her new lover.

“That was an incredible experience. I felt the intensity of your orgasm right through my pussy to my whole body. You’re such a lovely young woman to be with.”

“I liked it too,” Edwin added with a big grin. “It was like a jolt of electricity from your clit to my cock. And your face! That was the most beautiful O I’ve ever seen. It’s emblazoned in my mind. It’ll have to be Ms. December for my series!”

“And a real petite-mort!” added Georgia, “that’s as rare as it is wonderful.”

Mrs. Howells climbed back off Andrea then and sat beside her. Mr. Howells joined them on the sofa, sitting with the young woman between he and his wife.

Mrs. Howells half-turned to Andrea and played idly with her finger in the puddles of her husband’s semen on the girl’s abdomen.

“And feel this,” Mr. Howells said as he brought Andrea’s hand to his scrotum and thighs. “I’m soaked, Andrea,” he said with a laugh. “Drenched with your love juice. You are an incredible woman.”

He turned to her, then to share a long, deep kiss.

“Yes,” he said, “you can come to the erotic art class. And pose for it later in the term. And I can’t wait to get started on your Big Two-O portrait and more.”

Georgia cupped Andrea’s breast in her hand and gently kneaded it.

“And I know just the photo-story I want you for. It’s an outdoor scene, so we’ll do it soon, before the weather gets cold.”

Mr. Howells got up from the sofa.

“I’ll go pour some wine for us. This new relationship deserves a proper toast.”