She flipped down mirror visor for another quick look. "Too much?" She said to herself as she wiggled and craned her neck to get a better view. It had taken almost an hour to tame her curly red hair to a mild wave, which she rarely took the time to do. She always liked the look though, much better than the wound tight bun she wore to most classes. Much of her attire was different than what she wore on her morning treks across campus. She wore a short, floral sundress where she typically had yoga pants and a baggy tshirt. Gone were her grungy boat shoes that were always unlaced, replaced by a simple pair of black flats. She even wore a perfume she had only used a handful of times. The only thing that remained the same was giant, awkward folder that held her paper and supplies, which she had nearly forgotten on her way out of the door.
Maggie wasn't sure what exactly prompted her to actually "try" to look good tonight. It was only her professor, Mr. James, and Kayla, another student. Maybe it was the way he seemed to linger over her drawings as he made his rounds. Or maybe it was the way he guided her hand through simple strokes. It could even have been the way Kayla constantly seemed to get his attention, either by her attire or actions. Kayla was your typical sorority girl. She constantly wore cute outfits that always seemed to show off her stunning figure, and always had hair and make-up done for an 8:30 class. She was easy to hate. She looked great, and was actually an incredible artist. Maggie knew she needed no help, especially with figure drawing, something she excelled at.
All of these thoughts ran through her mind as she made her way to the front door of the small house, constantly fussing with her hair the whole way. "Well, here goes nothing."
knock knock
"Oh hello there Maggie!" Mr. James greeted as he swung open the door. "Right on time. Kayla is just getting her things ready. I only have the one, so we may need to take turns." He gestured across the open room, where Kayla gave a forced, though cheerful, smile from behind an easel.
"Ah, of course." Maggie managed. She was actually 15 minutes early. She hoped to beat Kayla here. Whereas Maggie tried to doll herself up, it seemed as though Kayla was going for a different look. She wore too tight yoga pants, and sat cross legged on a stool. She had a great ass, Maggie had to admit, and these yoga pants certainly accentuated them well. She also wore a spaghetti strapped pink top, with apparently no bra underneath. While the top managed to hide her breasts, her nipples poked through in the cool air. She had done her hair well though, signaling she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Maggie, Kayla has actually volunteered to model for you since she already feels comfortable with the subject matter." He smiled towards Kayla. What did he mean?
Kayla stood up and sauntered towards the middle of the room. "What pose would you like me in Mr. James? Something like this?" She cocked her hip, bending a knee and popping her butt out.
"Why don't we work with that!" he said, excited and a bit flustered. Maggie wanted to roll her eyes, but couldn't help stare. As much as she hated Kayla, she had to admit she was incredibly attractive. She clearly worked out, made obvious by her tight legs and round, bubble butt. Ever her naked arms had some definition to them, and her breasts were naturally round. Her brunette hair fell to her shoulders, and parted perfectly on her face. "Maggie, why don't you set up at the easel?" He gestured towards it, but didn't take his eyes off of the pose struck by Kayla in the middle.
All set up, Maggie began to make some of the basic lines. She was to Kayla's side, so she had a perfect view of where her ass met her thigh. Kayla's clothing was tight enough to see the obvious curves of her body, and Maggie felt she was doing decent justice to her model. It was actually quite nice to draw someone so fit. Most of the subjects had been flabby old men and women with more sagging skin than Maggie cared to see.
"Yes Maggie," Mr. James uttered over her shoulder. "Your gesture lines are spot on, I can tell where each feature lies. I know a clothed model isn't ideal, but you are doing well!" It was reassuring to hear such positive comments despite the strange circumstances. She continued her drawing, but like he said, the clothing was limiting once the basic shapes were there. The dark fabric of the yoga pants gave no real shadow to the skin, and Kayla's pink top was far too loose to give any real idea of skin texture.
"I think this is about as good as it is going to get," Maggie sighed. It was a superb, though unfinished piece. She knew her figure was excellent, and even some of the basic shadows were there. But it looked more like a mannequin than the model that sat before her.
"Ah well, it looks excellent with what we are given! I know you really need to work on the finer details though. You too, Kayla. I have an idea, and this isn't something I typically do. But I know you two ladies will be professional with it. I will be the nude model, and provide some critiques when you are finished. The two of you will have to share the easel, but if you each take half it shouldn't be all that difficult. Is that okay?"
"Of course!" Kayla chimed as she popped out of her pose.
"Uh, okay!" Maggie tried to sound cheerful, but was somewhat overwhelmed by it all. What was happening? First her cute classmate poses seductively, and now her hot young teacher was willing to stand naked in front of two students?
"Great! Well, uh, lets get started!" he said a bit awkwardly. He began to unbutton his shirt, and soon took off his white tee underneath. He was surprisingly toned, and had light hair running down his chest. Unbuckling his pants, he turned his back to the girls. He wore a dark pair of boxer briefs, which he took off after a moment of hesitation. "Er, ok then. Ready?"
