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I couldn't believe what I was thinking, but the curiosity about what Nicole might come up with next, got the best of me, so I read her latest text message.


KAREN.....WHAT DO YOU SAY WE CALL A THIRTY MINUTE TRUCE.....WE CAN MEET ON THE THIRD FLOOR FOR A WHILE.....THEN YOU CAN RESUME TRYING TO FIND ...

Nicole looked at me, took my hands in hers, and replied, "Because we're lonely, Karen. You and me. Because we're both lonely". Taken back by her answer, I attempted to divulge my difference of opinion, and replied, "I'm not lonely Nicole", knowing that deep down, she was right. I had kept so busy ...

I had posed many times for Old Man Akers' art classes, and at least seven times for him privately. He would say it relaxed him to paint life models for his own collection, but I think he was just a dirty old man. He would call out, "You can remove your robe now, Karen", then take ten minutes before ...

The professor, still peering over his glasses, looked at Nicole, then at me, letting out his usual. "Mmmm". I wanted to grab my clothes and put them on as quickly as possible. to conceal my shame, but remained frozen, as the professor cleared his scratchy throat and began to speak. "You ladies are ...

Once I regained my composure, what I noticed hanging on the inside walls of the exhibit, immediately captured my attention. Sure, there was a stool placed in the middle of the space, along with an easel, complete with fresh canvas, and a chair for the artist, all of which were unnerving, but it was ...

Miss Sullivan looked at me with an expression of approval, as Professor Akers asked me to come over and meet the three girls he was talking with. I joined him and the girls, when one of the asked, "What's it like?" I knew she meant, "What was it like to be naked in a room full of clothed people ...

Once in our pose, I again focused on the clock, but something was different this time. I was in a state of arousal, that was foreign to me. I stared at the clock, but was unable to deny the unwanted titillation, as I felt my nipples becoming erect. Petrified my state of arousal may be noticed by ...

"Karen. I want to hold a photography session for my senior students, that would be focusing only on nudes. You interested?" Tina was about thirty years old, and ran the photography studio. She was not an accredited professor, nor was the studio associated with any particular accredited curriculum ...

Hundreds of eyes were on me as the professor and I walked toward the modeling area. My heart was pounding as I made my way passed the enormous crowd, to the posing location and the awaiting student artists. It was a clear sunny day, which would have been perfect, if I wasn't about to be utterly ...

As the three of us were walking towards the main building, I could feel the stares, and hear the clicks of the camera phones of the many clothed people around us, as I mostly looked down. Their stares were penetrating both my flesh and my psyche, as we walked on. "Intimidating" is not a big enough ...