My name is Natasha, not Tash, I like my name and this is my story: I am an Art student in my final year at a Glasgow University; my grades are very good and my finals are three months away. I was brought up by my single mother, who in her youth was a swinger; I also have four fathers, I was the outcome of one of her weekend romps with them. I like having four fathers; it's good, as I get four Christmas presents and four Birthday presents each year from my fathers.
When I was eighteen my mother thought I should get a good steady job in a department store; like she did. But I loved art and I was good at it; I wanted to go to University to study art. My four fathers agreed she was outvoted five to one. My four fathers each gave me £100 a month to help fund it and one bought me a restaurant meal each Friday night; for a student that's culinary heaven. Mike, father number three, was a bit of a Jack the lad and slipped me an extra £50 if he couldn't make his Friday night with me. Also as my mother was a single parent I got a full grant. I didn't have much left at the end of the month; but I got by.
When I went to University I was warned by everyone about sex on the campus. I have already been there for over two and a half years and no sex. I was five foot eight inches tall, great smile, long blond hair and fantastic skin tone. But my breasts resembled two fried eggs; my nipples protruded further than my breasts, my hips and waist were almost the same size. I was the original match stick girl but I also had great legs and a tight butt.
To try and get my body beautiful confidence, I even joined a life drawing class as a paid model; you know the one sitting on the stool with either next to nothing on or naked. Fortunately; following on from an altercation with a City Councillor and a naked male student, the University did not allow any of the students to pose naked.
I was however allowed to pose one time, in a nude colour, one piece swimsuit, which was borrowed but two sizes too small; I felt I would get recognition for it from the boys; and sex maybe.
When they submitted their charcoal sketches for marking; they all failed; their body drawings were marked as looking like matchstick men. Since they all failed, were allowed to resubmit; this time using a new model, nicknamed Betty Boob; they all passed.
Gavin the Director of the University Art faculty was very supportive to me when I found out what happened. Telling me; I was the best life and landscape painter in oil that he has ever seen. Gavin was gay and didn't care who knew, his head of Administration was his partner; was blond, had an hourglass figure, effeminate mannerism and great skin tone. I was very jealous of him, which is how I wanted to look but with boobs.
As this was my final year I was thinking of Proms night and had already picked out my outfit, in the shop window, cost £300; I had saved £50 (father three and a fish and chip tea that night) for it, only £250 to go.
I was to go and see Gavin, who was also my tutor, for my final assessment assignments for my degree. Each student would be given a different assignment and three months to complete it.
Mines was to comprise off four assignments; a large size landscape painting in oil; a life drawing with an unusual vista (art talk for erotic); a large scale life sketch in charcoal; the last, which is usually the grade breaker; this time was to be a self-portrayed in charcoal. All of the work this year had also to have their workings submitted too, along with photographs of you doing it. All certified by someone as being original. We had a ten day Easter holiday; starting tomorrow which you use to plan out and prepare you exam assignments.
After we were finished, Gavin asked me what I had anything planned for Easter; I said nothing, I would probably start on my prep work. He then asked would I like to do some life modelling for Carol; - she was one of Scotland's top artists, and gave private exhibitions each year in Italy, France and Monaco -. She will pay you £50 a day plus expenses, paid in advance, at the moment she only wants one day, but you never know. I was to make my way to Balloch station, where she would pick me up and take me to her studio in the hills above Loch Lomond. Bringing me back to the railway station at night to go home.
First thing that ran through my head was with this £50 and the £50 that I already have saved, means that I was a third of the way there to getting my Prom dress. And as Carol was a top artist, maybe I could learn a lot from her, even if it was for only one day. I said yes. Gavin said great I will let her know.
As I left his office, I realised that I had just agreed to pose naked for someone; my stomach started to fill with butterflies and had to run to the loo. As I sat there I started to calm down; as I had already met Carol, when she was a guest lecturer and really liked her; it would be ok. Then I remembered what happened the last time I posed; the butterflies came back. What would I do, I know I will shut the curtains and go naked at home tonight and build my confidence. I looked Carol up in the web; it was her birthday day after tomorrow, same as me; I would get her a card.
I didn't sleep very well that night, in the morning I was still running to the loo. But I calmed down, went to the station, got on my train and headed to Balloch. Journey took about an hour, when I arrived there; had to run to the loo. As I came out of the loo, Carol arrived in her battered Land Rover; she recognised me and waved me over.
As I got into the Land Rover I could see she had wellingtons on and a long dust coat with paint splashes on it and bare legs. We moved off, headed out of town and started up the shores of Loch Lomond; I had never been there before. Carol started to give me the tourist talk as she drove us to her studio. We then turned off onto a narrow road and started to climb up the valley, and then she turned off into a cottage with a glass conservatory down one side. She said that's my studio.
I looked out of the Land Rover window and could see Ben Lomond with the last of the spring snow still on its tops; and Loch Lomond below with the sun shining on it, turning it royal blue. I stepped out right into a muddy puddle, my shoes and socks were soaked as well as the bottom of my trousers. Carol looked at me and said don't worry we will soon have you dried out.
We went into the cottage; which I fell in love with the moment I saw it, with its big log fire in the living area. Carol said take-off you shoes and socks and I will dry them in front of the fire, which I did but the bottom half of my trouser legs were dripping onto my feet. Carol said follow me and went into her bedroom; which was nice and homely with a three quarters size bed. Take off your trousers and I will dry them of in front of the fire too for you. Which I did without hesitation and handed them to her.
