I’m Anonymous. Hiding my darkest rush. That art class homework hit like lightning. Professor Muller assigns nude models. Class erupts in laughs. My cock twitches at the thought. Never sketched a naked woman before. Landscapes, sure. But this? Pure taboo fire.
Clara. First-year stunner. Dark hair, blue eyes that fuck you with a smile. Dating that thug Julien, also in class. Bad idea. But fate’s a slut. I hand her my old notes in the hall. Short skirt hugs her ass. We chat. I blurt the nude assignment. Her eyes widen. She bolts. Shit.
The Awakening: Spotting the Chance
Library next. Hunting other girls. She runs up. Breathless. ‘Need a model?’ My face burns. Heart slams. ‘Julien picked someone else.’ Fuck yes. Adrenaline surges. Blood rushes south. I scribble my address. Tomorrow, 3:30. Her hips sway away. I’m rock hard already.
Night drags. Prep the couch. Canvas ready. Sleep evades me. Visions of her bare skin haunt. Morning? Skip class. Grab paints. Door knocks. She’s here. Cool as ice. Enters like it’s study hall. Spots the setup. ‘On the couch?’
She strips. Slow. Tease. Blouse off. Perky tits strain the bra. Skirt drops. Thighs gleam. Stockings peel down. I hide my bulge behind the easel. Bra snaps free. Nipples stiffen. Pink, begging. Panties slide. Pussy mound shaved neat, lips peeking. Wet? Fuck.
She poses. Elbow on armrest. Leg bent. Hair falls over one eye. ‘Perfect.’ My hand shakes. First strokes. Outline her curves. Hip swell. Tit mound. Ass cheek. Paint her eyes deep blue. Lips red, plump. Sweat beads on my brow. Cock throbs painful.
The Heat: Strokes of Forbidden Desire
Brush glides her skin. Shadows on breasts. Nipples peak under my gaze. Belly rises, falls. Down to her bush. Dark triangle guards that slit. I imagine tongueing it. Spreading thighs. Diving in. Her scent fills my head. Pussy juice slick. Two hours blur. Night falls. City lights glow on her sweat-slick body.
‘How’s it going?’ Her voice snaps me. Malicious grin. Knows I’m lost in lust. Finish legs. Feet dainty. Done. She jumps up naked. Lamp on. Disaster. Smudges. No resemblance. Shame floods. ‘Julien won’t recognize me.’ Humiliation burns.
Can’t look. She kisses me. Soft lips. Whisper: ‘Your eyes said it all. More than the painting.’ Pulls back. ‘Control those feelings next time.’ My dick aches to claim her. Grab tits. Finger that pussy. But she dresses. ‘Julien’s done with his model.’ Venom in her tone.
At the door: ‘He doesn’t deserve you.’ Pause. Ocean eyes lock. ‘Not anymore.’ Smile blooms. ‘Help with notes? I need it.’ Joy explodes. ‘Anytime.’ She waves. Gone.
Door shuts. I collapse. Cock still hard. Secret sealed. Painted her nude. Stared at forbidden flesh. She knows my hunger. Thrill pulses. No one suspects. Back to normal tomorrow. But this? Mine forever. Pure, dirty bliss.