Why Me?

Finally, we arrived at 243 and I was hit with another shock, it was huge! Professor Morton had spoken of a small class that sat maybe twenty kids, with dim lighting. This room sat at least a hundred and every seat and then some was taken. And it was so bright!

"Nice robe" someone called out as some people snickered.

Laura guided me to the center of the room and looked me square in the eye. The look was different, harder.

"Are you ready," she said, "this is going to be fun," and with that her eyes bore into mine even more intently and a wicked smile appeared on her face. Before I could say anything she had pulled my robe off and started to walk away.

"Okay class, welcome to figure drawing 101. I realize a lot of you don't have your supplies yet..."

As I heard this I'm sure I registered some shock on my face. Why was I standing here naked if, I looked around, MOST of the class didn't have any supplies yet?

Laura continued to talk about supplies, office hours, excused absences, etc., while I just stood there. Meanwhile, a couple of people filtered in late and didn't close the door behind them!

Almost immediately a group formed outside the door to stare at the naked guy. In the class some people were pointing and laughing at my obvious discomfort. I didn't know what to do with my hands and I kept shifting from foot to foot.

Finally, Laura announced that they were ready to begin. She was now all the way at the back of auditorium, and called out to me to take up the "classic pose."

I of course had no idea what she was talking about, and I couldn't very well ask her, so I improvised. I just thought of every Greek statue I had ever scene and struck a pose with my hands cupped behind my head. This seemed to invite quite a bit of laughter, which was only encouraged by Laura's comment, "huh, I didn't know there really was a classic pose."

As I stood there being drawn by maybe eight out of a hundred people, Laura continued her lecture. "As the year continues, we will have a variety of different models so that we can focus on different aspects of the anatomy. For example next week we will have an athlete so that we can better perceive muscular development."

Ouch!

"When do we get someone with a penis?" someone called out. That cracked the room up.

I couldn't believe it. I might as well be naked in a bar! This was nuts, and the damn door was still wide open.

Finally, Laura called a break. Good, I was going to grab my stuff and bolt. Unfortunately, I didn't see my bag of clothes and Laura still had my robe.

I couldn't believe it. Everybody started milling around like this was a cocktail party and again I was an afterthought just standing there naked. I was trying to get Laura's attention when two girls came up to me.

"So what bet did you lose?" one of them said as they both eyed me up and down.

"What do mean?" I asked.

"Does this seem like a typical art class to you?"

"I'm just a model doing my job. "I think Laura has just lost control of the class is all."

"Laura not in control," the other one said, "that's rich."

"Oh look" one of them said as she circled behind me. "He's got a cute butt."

"Ladies, did I tell you to talk to the model?" It was Laura.

I swear the other two girls went white upon seeing her and scurried off.

Laura turned back to me and said, "Isn't this fun?"

"Can I have my clothes now," I said in a not too friendly tone, "I don't think this is working out."

"Nonsense," she said. "You're doing great."

"Can I at least have my robe? "

"Oh sorry, Shy Boy, I forgot all about it. At any rate we're about to get started again"

"Well can you at least do something about all those gawkers in the hall and the classroom door?"

She just looked at me for a few seconds and then said "sure babe."

She turned and walked to the door and called out "there are no more seats but if any of you would like to come in we'll make room up front."

With that, ten or twelve students came in and sat at my feet while a few secretaries from the offices I passed earlier came in nervously and stood against the wall.

"Okay class, Laura yelled. "Everybody back to your seat as I get the model situated for the next pose."

"I'll be right back," she whispered to me, "I just need to get a stool out of the changing room."

It wasn't really a changing room, since this really wasn't an art room, but it certainly would have worked as one, a point I think she wanted to make.

And, in fact, she had changed. As she positioned me up on the stool I couldn't help but notice at least one button on her blouse had been unbuttoned. As I sat up on the stool I was looking straight down her blouse and the view was wonderful. I mean perfect breasts, so round and firm, I couldn't take my eyes off of them. In fact I only half registered what Laura was doing until the back of her hand grazed my balls and sent a shock through my body. She was grabbing one leg and pushing it through the open part under the stool and then sort of locking my foot under the bottom rung. She did this with my other leg as well. As she did this, her hands felt so good. This, coupled with the view I was enjoying was too much. To my horror, I realized that I had become fully erect.

Fortunately, Laura was directly in front of me so no one else could see.

"Oh my God," I said, "I think I'm going to faint."

Laura looked down at my erection and put her hand to her mouth and said with a smile, "Oh my, this is going to be so embarrassing for you."

Before she moved to reveal my present state, I grabbed Laura's arm and begged her not to move yet.

"Okay, Babe," she said, "You want to wait till 'that' goes away?" And with that she ran her finger up the shaft of my erection. She waited a second and then did it again.

"I don't know Hon, it just doesn't seem like it's going away anytime soon."

With that she cupped my chin in her hands and said, "Here's how it's going to go now. I'm going to step over to the side with my hand on your shoulder. You will leave your hands at your side. At no time will you try to cover up your," and here she paused, "your shame," and with that she gave me another stroke. "If you do cover up, I will push you forward and with your legs locked in that stool, I guarantee you'll break your nose!"

With that she buttoned her blouse. "Wouldn't want to show too much skin." She said giving me a wink and one final stroke.

And then just as promised, she was at my side acting like everything was perfectly normal. "All right class, I thought you might want to try drawing the figure in a sitting posi..."

Of course everything wasn't normal. As soon as Laura was no longer in front of me it started. The gasps, the laughter and the "OH MY GOD'S!!!"

Someone called out, "he's not sitting; he's standing straight up!"

Laura shushed the class as best she could and said, "well actually I'm glad this little issue has popped up," she then waited for her laugh and continued, "sometimes our younger male models just can't control themselves. Of course, they usually have the decency to cover themselves up!"

This was too much. Now she was trying to convince everyone that I was okay with my current state! I could already feel my penis returning to its normal state. With some concentration I was able to extricate my legs and stand up.

"Hey, someone called out, I was drawing 'Mr. Happy!'"

Laura came up to me and told me to sit back down.

I told her that I was done and wanted my clothes.

"Fine", she said.

She pointed out the still open door.

"What?" I said.

She pointed again. "See the door across the hall she said? See the window at the back of that class? Now, do you see that blue Gap bag out there on the fire escape? Those are your clothes."

"Now you have a choice," Laura said. "Either you can wait until class is over and we'll get your clothes or you can go get them right now. Keep in mind if you go over there now, there is a class still in session. Also, in here you are an art model, but once you enter that hallway with nothing on you can be arrested for indecent exposure."

I stood there weighing my options.

"C'mon babe," she said, "Its just one more pose."

"Fine," I said, "but I want that door closed!"

She actually went over and closed the door. "Good," I thought, "I'm finally gaining some control over this situation."

"Okay class one final pose." A loud "aahh" went through the room.

"That's okay, I think you'll enjoy this one."

She led me over to the stool and stood me with my back to the class. "Put your belly here," she said, "Slapping the top of the stool."

I shot her a look. "Look, class is over in like two minutes. Just do this and we'll get you your clothes."

So I did.

"Okay, no chance of Mr. Happy here," Laura said. Now we are drawing the butt, one of my favorite things to draw."

With that she gave me a playful swat on one of my cheeks.

"As you draw, notice the shadows around the crack and where the leg and butt meet. Also notice that the cheeks are always a little different color. This is because the skin here is very sensitive to cold and heat. Watch what happens when I do this."

And with that she gave one of my cheeks a squeeze and held it for a few seconds. "See how the color changes on that cheek."

"Um, Miss Laura," I heard a girl call out, "Can I try that."

"Well," she said, "We'll have to ask our model?"

"NO," I yelled out.

"He said sure Honey." That got a nice laugh.

I was about to get up when Laura put pressure on her hand that was already pushing down on my back. Believe it or not, when you are straddled over a stool that is all it takes to keep you down.

The girl came up and Laura suggested rather than a grab, a slap might bring out the color better. And if one slap brought out some color, imagine what three or five slaps might do. We were up to about fifteen when mercifully a bell did ring.

"Well that's it for today," Laura announced, "I hope everybody learned something today."

"Yeah," somebody called out, "Don't screw with Laura!"

I asked about my clothes and Laura told me to be patient, that it was tradition to say goodbye to everyone in a receiving line. Then I asked about the robe and she just rolled her eyes. I stood there with her, door open again, as everyone filed out, thanking her for a great time like it was a party. I got a few kisses on my cheek (face this time) and a few light-hearted swats on my butt, but mostly I just got laughed at.

Finally Laura suggested we go retrieve my clothes. As we crossed the hall, it became evident that there was a class in there. I stopped and grabbed Laura's arm.

"There is a class in there!"

"Duh," she said.

"But, you said, I thought..."

"C'mon Baby, don't be shy, I bet they won't even notice. On the other hand, this might be a good time to place your hands strategically."

At this point, a broken man, I cupped my penis and balls and followed Laura into the classroom.

We were spotted immediately by everyone in the room except the Professor who had her back to us. I had to stand there for a few seconds (felt like an hour) until the professor caught sight of us and literally jumped back. This sent her class into gales of laughter.

"Excuse me professor, but someone has played a little joke on our model here. I'm afraid his bag of clothes are on your fire escape. Do you mind if he retrieves them?"

"I'd mind if he didn't," she said.

With that I strode over to the window and attempted to lift it open. It wouldn't budge.

I turned around and said that the window was stuck.

The Professor said "it is locked dear boy, you have to turn the latch on top."

As she said this, it was obvious from where she was looking that I was not "covering up" at the moment. I reflexively cupped myself again, which again sent torrents of laughter through the room.

The latch was just out of my reach. I tried jumping for it, much to everyone's amusement, but to no avail.

I asked a girl on the back row if I could borrow her chair.

"What's in it for me?" she said, but then she stood up and let me have the chair.

Using the chair I was able to turn the latch and open the window. The clothes were not quite in reach, so I had to wander onto the fire escape. As I did so, the window slammed shut behind me, and Laura was up on the chair securing the lock.

It was only then that I noticed the crowd at the bottom of the fire escape. In fact, it was most of the kids from art class.

As I opened the bag, the only thing in it were a pair of undies, yellow with little red flowers.

"I hope they're your size" Laura said. "Because right now they are the only thing that's going keep your cute butt out of jail for indecent exposure."

I sighed, put on my new undies and started down the fire escape to a round of cheers. Once I hit the ground I jogged the two blocks back to my dorm room, a jog that did not go unnoticed.

As I climbed the stairs to my floor I crossed paths with the two "shower girls" who had inadvertently set all this in motion.

They laughed and said, "Oh my God, you must be Laura's latest victim! You're already famous.

And with that they showed me pictures on their phones. Pictures of me. Pictures of me naked.

As I entered my room and leaned my head against the now closed door, I couldn't help but ask myself, "why me!?"