Life Class

The class is held in the art department of a local community college, and is light, roomy and well equipped....I think....I wouldn’t know as art and I don’t get on. I can sculpt a crown or a filling, but don’t ask me to draw!  I was shown into a store room to change. I’d brought everything, including a towel, wet-wipes (I guessed I’d get wet) a dressing gown and Jane had told me bring slippers.  Standing in that little room, I stripped naked, and found myself shivering with anticipation....and suddenly highly self conscious!  Oh, shit....my nipple piercings! I’d forgotten about them! I’ve also been letting my pubic hair grow back in. I don’t have a partner right now, and I’ve gotten lazy. There’s not a lot of hair, and being short, with my small ‘a’ cups, (maybe more like ‘aa’ actually) I looked about 14! Shit! What HAVE I let myself in for? With my dressing gown wrapped tightly around me, I walked into the main room. I left my clothes in the store room.  The tutor introduced me, and showed me how she wanted me to sit. (On a chair, earning slightly forward, legs apart slightly, and arms draped over knees.) The chair was covered in a blue sheet. Ooooh fuck! I knew I was already leaking, and that sheet would tell it’s own story when I got up!  Once the students started to draw, I felt much better. It was like being under a microscope....scrutinised....examined. Now and then, a student would leave their easel and come forward for a closer look.  Some, I learned later, drew all of me, some just my hands, and a couple of people concentrated on my feet, and one girl drew several detailed drawings of my breasts, including one spectacularly detailed drawing of a pierced nipple.  I sat there feeling really aroused! And I mean REALLY aroused. It’s one thing being naked, another being looked at while you’re naked, but not being able to do a damn thing about it....mmmm....that’s exquisite torture.  Now and then, students would go into the store room for different materials, charcoal, pastels, different papers....and that’s when my brain clicked in. “You fucking idiot....you didn’t hide your clothes....your jacket, your top, your bra, your jeans and your panties! I’d tucked them inside my jeans, it they weren’t exactly hidden. “What if.....?” well, “what if ?” Translated to a deeply throbbing clit, and a sudden flood of wetness. One things for sure, I wasn’t going to move from that chair until the students had gone!  All in all I was there for about an hour and a half. An our and a half where my brain ran riot, imagining everything from students coming forward and licking, masturbating, or fucking me as they wished, to them using my clothes in the store room to masturbate into. I imagined the guys smelling my panties, and shooting their cum into my bra cups, and the girls smelling me, and pushing my panties in their own cunts. The erotic imagery just wouldn’t end!  Finally, the class had a discussion, and several of them showed their work. Each student thanked me on the way out, which I thought was a nice touch. Finally, there was just me and Jane. ”Right, girl, let’s peel you off that chair,” she knew, damnit! When I got up, as expected, there was a large dark stain where I was sitting. Jane looked at it, giggled and said “You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. Sometimes, male models get erect to the point there’s pre-cum! Female models often cream up....I always do when I’m the model...it feels good, doesn’t it, to be the focus of such intense concentration....and I suppose it does.  In the store room,  my panties were definitely not where I had left them. They were tucked into a pocket of my jeans....someone had enjoyed themselves. I tried to remember who had been in there. It was three guys, and Jane. Of them, Jane had been in there the longest. As we drove home, there was a definite tension in the car. Finally, I broke it. “Well, I have to say, that was quite erotic for me. No point in not admitting it. You saw how erotic it was from the sheet on the chair!”  Jane giggled her light, silvery laugh. “yeah...I bet I know what you’ll be doing when we get back!” For the first time in many years, I actually blushed! “Yes, I suppose I will”.  “Suppose, my ass! You’ll have your panties round your ankles before the door’s closed. In fact, I’m surprised your not rubbing one out right now. I wouldn’t mind, you know.,,,if you wanted to.”  I was so tempted. Who knows....it might have led to something more, but then, I’m moving in a couple weeks, and I still don’t know if I’m ready for any kind of relationship, however short. I don’t even know if I want it to be with another girl.  I made a polite excuse, but she was right...as soon as I got indoors, my jeans and panties were round my ankles, and I didn’t make it past the living room carpet. I threw myself down, spread my knees as wide as I could and finger fucked myself. The orgasm was rough, grungy, dirty, and wrought from me a series of “unnhhhh, ohhh fuck, ...fuck, ...FUCK, ....you ...dirty ...CUNT!” It must have been loud because almost immediately after, there was a knock at my door. I hastily yanked my panties and jeans up and opened the door...there was Jane, a mug of coffee in hand.  “Bet you feel better now.” I couldn’t exactly deny it. The room smelled of sex, and there was a squirt stain in the hardwood floor. Again, I felt my face redden. “Well.....a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do!” Jane, I noticed, was gripping the arms of my chair and was deep red across her neck. “ahhhhh! Ooooh yeah!”  It was only then that I noticed the thin wire snaking from her jeans into her pocket. The dirty bitch!