A Valentines Day Anal Surprise

"Hi, Eric. You're early." Amanda, the matronly yet somehow sexy art department secretary, stood from behind her desk.

"Yep. Light traffic on Elysian Fields."

"Excellent. Dr. Crawley wants to talk with you before class." Amanda nodded down the hall to the office.

"Am I in trouble again?"

"When have you ever been in trouble here? Dr. Crawley wants to introduce you to your modeling partner." Amanda handed me the payment request voucher.

"Hopefully, this one will be alive. Two sessions ago, I posed with a skeleton." I signed the voucher and handed it back across the counter. "Thanks for filling in the form. Much easier than remembering my address and everything."

"Oh, I know. You've got to save all your brainpower for your poses."

"You got me there. I appreciate it, though. I'm still on for Thursday?"

"Yes, and since you're so nice to me, I'll have your voucher ready. Break a leg." She waved her hands toward the door and shooed me away.

I model nude for art classes part-time. This was a three-hour session for Dr. Bethany Crawley's advanced figure drawing class at a New Orleans university. My wife and I are geology graduate students at the same university and live in the French Quarter. It's a huge campus, so I can keep things separate between the two departments.

I knocked on Bethany's door. "Come in." Bethany wore a mid-thigh indigo linen skirt with an alabaster, straight-collar pullover. Short-sleeved, by the way. I don't know how I know those things, but I do. "Hi, Eric. Thanks for coming by."

Another woman stood in front of Bethany's desk. "I want you to meet Allison. I hope you won't mind modeling together this evening, and Thursday, too."

Allison, wearing lavender ankle jeans and a white cotton Jacquard top, extended her hand in welcome. I clasped her hand in return. "Hi, Allison. I'm Eric. Pleased to meet you. Of course, I'd be delighted to model with you."

I looked over at Bethany. "I don't want to make assumptions. Will this be nude?"

"Of course, Eric. That's the only way to teach figure drawing. Clothing is appropriate only in the theater, occasionally." Bethany smiled and continued. "You've been solo all your time in my classes, but I assume you've modeled with a partner before?"

"I have, many times, in Northern California. I'm comfortable with it and have self-control." I tried to appear firm on that subject.

Bethany reached out and touched my arm. "I know you'll behave properly tonight, Eric, don't be concerned in the least. We're here to capture the natural essence of the human form. You two must get changed. Class starts in ten minutes."

I followed Allison out of the office and walked up the hallway to the studio. "Have you modeled for Bethany before?"

"Many, many times over the past fifteen years. I'm full-time throughout New Orleans and live nearby, in Gentilly, but I haven't worked here for a while. I think this was a last-minute decision on Bethany's part. Luckily, I had a cancellation just before she called. So here I am." We arrived at the studio.

Allison looked in her mid-forties, a few years older than me and at least half a foot shorter than my 6'1" height. She had a curvy but not plus-sized body, noticeable hips and bust, and a thinner waist. A mass of curly red hair framed her pleasant face, and I felt a blush of embarrassment in looking forward to discovering if her pubic patch matched.

"Do you mind sharing the changing room? I could use the restroom." I asked inside the studio.

"Don't be silly. The first time I modeled here, there wasn't a changing room, and I had to use the restroom. Once. It was unpleasant, so I started changing in the studio in front of everyone. The storage room was remodeled for changing, and they want us to use it, so I do." Allison laughed at my suggestion. "Amanda told me you're married; she saw it on the paperwork you filed when you started here. Your wife doesn't mind this?" We walked into the changing room.

"Not at all. We met at college in California indirectly due to my modeling. It's the ploy I used to start our relationship, and we have a great relationship. She's always saying she doesn't care where I get hungry as long as I come home for lunch. What about you?"

"I've been married, but it didn't take. Guess I like to eat out too much. I do what I like and don't want anyone else interfering. I have a daughter at grad school in Houston and spend time there if that counts." Allison unbuttoned her blouse.

I took that as my cue to turn away for privacy. As I put my clothes in my gym bag, I realized Allison didn't have one, not even a purse. I saw the cell phone outline in her back pocket but nothing else. I wondered if she kept her robe in the supply room and turned to see she didn't use a robe. She had already opened the door and walked into the studio, nude. All her hair colors matched.

I followed her out, feeling dumb for wearing a robe. She walked to the model stand near the middle of the studio and sat on the front edge, waiting as the students prepared. The confidence she displayed with her nudity was disarming.

I sat next to her. "Do you always work without a robe?"

"Absolutely. I'd be nude twenty-four hours a day if I could. They wouldn't call me if they didn't like it, but they do call me." She answered matter-of-factly. "Don't you find that thing ridiculous?"

"Well, yeah. I'm sure you've noticed different standards for males. Until I've worked a year or two at most venues, they're strict about a couple of things, robes being one of them." I deliberately didn't mention the other strict rule for guys. I was afraid verbalizing the taboo would make it happen, especially around Allison.

"Yep, it's all bullshit. Guys get hard. It happens, so get over it." She squeezed my thigh to emphasize her point. It took all my willpower and the recitation of baseball statistics to keep from springing a full-on boner.

Fortunately, Bethany entered and addressed the class. "Okay, everyone. We're privileged to have two fantastic models this evening, Allison and Eric. We've worked with Eric already this semester, but Allison's busy in New Orleans and Houston and hasn't been available. We're lucky to have her for our special sessions tonight and Thursday." Allison stood and took a bow.

"This week, we'll explore the challenges of drawing a couple. It's a complex enterprise from many perspectives. Allison and Eric have two widely variant physiques, not only in musculature, proportion, and shape but also in size and sex. You are all well-practiced working with an individual model's negative spaces and contrapposto, and those problems change radically when introducing a second model. But they are the least challenging aspects of drawing a couple." Bethany placed a hand on Allison's shoulder.

"The most difficult problem is capturing the narrative relationship between our models; what story do they tell together? Many models present themselves as statues, not living human beings. Learning from a statue is fine, but great art interprets the story behind the form. Many of you spoke highly of Eric's sessions with us, and I can assure you Allison rises to the same standard. Tonight, we need to pay close attention to what their poses tell us about Allison and Eric's relationship. Our task as artists is to capture and communicate that in our work."

I smiled, listening to Bethany extoll our virtues as models. Then she looked at us. "We'll start with five-minute gesture poses, and I'll keep time. Tell the story of your relationship through your poses. I'm certain you'll find what we're looking for. First pose, please."

I tossed my robe under the model stand, and we stepped up to the middle of the stage. We both held our hands in the standard first pose for a couple. We face each other, toes almost touching, hold hands and lean back, finding a balance point where we're in equilibrium. Exciting shapes are open to the artist's view, not too much touching, and a chance to understand the other person while posing. It works best with people of roughly similar height, but we found a good balance by extending our left legs back, bent at the knee.

"A good start. I'll tell you when to change." Bethany announced.

Allison whispered, "How long have you been shaving your package?"

"On and off for fifteen years, but consistently the past three. It felt sexy and different when I started, and I enjoyed the surprise when modeling. Few males shaved back then, so it was sometimes a shock to artists and students. It's a hassle, though, and I didn't always do it."

"What changed three years ago?" Allison insistently arched her eyebrows.

I didn't want to go down this path, but I couldn't think of a good lie. "During one of those squeaky-clean periods, I met the woman who became my wife. She'd never met a guy who shaved, and she loved it. I was soon convinced that the benefits of shaving far outweighed the hassle." Now that the subject was open, I could feel my cock's first hint of tumescence. It was not yet dangerously apparent, but the parking brake came loose, and the car started rolling downhill.

"Do you have any thoughts for our other poses?" Allison asked softly.

"If you don't mind touching, we can do this pose, but to the side, our arms linked?"

"Yeah, that's good. For the third, do you mind if I sit on your back while you're down on all fours?" She asked.

"No, not if you sit on my hips or shoulders, just not in the middle of my back."

I tried to focus on her eyes but couldn't help glancing at her body. It was a sight to behold. Her large breasts had a comfortable, slight sag but were still full and firm. She enjoyed her work if her hard nipples revealed anything besides the air temperature in the studio. She didn't shave any of her hair. Fine red-blonde hair lightly tufted her underarms. Silky, long, flaming red hair framed her pussy and curled out and away from her labia.

"Like what you see, Eric?" She'd caught me staring.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I'll try to stop."

"Oh, honey, I'm glad you're looking but wish you'd show it. Bethany wants some narrative action along those lines, too."

Of course, as soon as she spoke, my cock responded. "Damn it, Allison, you're going to get your wish. This might be a quick session if I can't get it under control."

"Don't worry about it. I've worked with Bethany, and she'll follow my intuition. Your poses will be appropriate, stiff dick and all. Give 'em what they want."

"I'll think about it." The timer rang.

"Next pose. Eric, more of that intensity at the end, please."

"Looks like you're right, Allison." We broke the pose and took a moment to stretch.

Our second pose was similar, but we leaned off to the left instead of backing away from each other. We started facing each other and slightly offset, the inside of my right foot touching Allison's right foot. We kept our balance with interlinked arms.

"I'd like to change this if you don't mind," Allison said when I'd placed my foot next to hers.

She thrust her right leg forward, between and through my legs, pushing her pussy against my thigh and pulling my balls and cock against her hip. Next, she wrapped her right arm around my left hip, grabbed my ass, and used her left hand to guide my right arm into a similar position around her. My problem was negotiating her ample breasts. I threaded the needle by angling my arm above her right breast and under her left. She placed her left hand on her hip just above my arm, tilted her head back, and looked into my eyes, smiling the most engaging smile possible. I followed her lead on the last flourishes to the pose.

"Oh my, that's gorgeous, a frozen moment from a ferocious tango," Bethany exclaimed and set the timer.

"I can see you have a lot to teach me, Allison, so I'll follow your lead."

"Don't worry. I'll keep it on the right side of too much. Nothing you can't tell your wife."

Allison gently rocked her pelvis, rubbing her pussy against my thigh and my cock against her hip. I was fully erect and pressed against Allison. The pressure wasn't enough to come, but I started oozing over her hip before the end of the pose.

The timer rang. "Brilliant, absolutely wonderful. That is exactly what I was hoping for. Please continue."

"Down on all fours, if I remember correctly?" I asked with a smile.

Allison laughed. "You are a fast learner."

I lowered to my hands and knees, and Allison straddled my shoulders. She leaned forward over my back and rested on her elbows, her hands draped over my ass cheeks.

"Very nice. Let's begin." Bethany reset the timer.

Allison's pubic hair tickled my neck. Her weight rested on my shoulders, and if I tried to scratch, I'd rub her pussy. She may not have minded, but I wanted to maintain some fiction of decorum.

Linda, my wife, and I modeled together back in California. She's a big girl, plus-sized, only two inches shorter than me, and she never thought of modeling before we met. My encouragement and consistent, gentle persuasion overcame her initial reluctance. She'd agree to model only as a couple and with me. We hadn't yet found any couples' modeling opportunities in New Orleans.

With Allison humping my neck, I wondered how I'd explain this. Linda's not a jealous woman, and my descriptions of modeling sessions with other partners were an aphrodisiac. None of those sessions took this direction.

Thoughts of Linda clanged to an end with the ring of the timer and Bethany's voice. "Another beautiful pose. Five more, and we'll break and discuss the final two hours."

The time quickly passed as Allison directed me into position for each new pose. Allison respected a hands-off, or rather cunt-off, limitation on the explicitness of the poses. Our narrative was two people caressing each other in the throes of foreplay, short of consummation. Allison walked out of the studio nude at the end of the last pose. I assumed she was going to the restroom.

She soon returned and sat beside me on the model stand, telling me how boring most of her modeling assignments were and about her daughter's chemistry studies in Houston.

Bethany came over to us. "Superb. A couple of those poses require an hour or more to capture their form and spirit adequately. Since you'll be here Thursday, I suggest we explore four poses for a half-hour each. I'll pick the two most exciting ones for extended work on Thursday."

I looked at Allison. "It's fine with me. How about you?"

"I'm ready." Allison swiveled to prepare.

Bethany had to catch up. "Good. We'll start with Allison sitting on the stool and Eric standing next to her. Next, Eric's on his back with Allison straddling cowgirl style. The third pose will be Eric on his back with Allison on her side, on bolsters, slightly above, and facing the opposite direction. The final pose is where you're both reclining on your sides, facing the same direction with Eric behind, embracing Allison in front."

"They're all fine for me. Any would be good for an hour and a half Thursday." I looked over at Allison.

"None of them are difficult for me." Allison smiled at me.

"Let's get to work then," Bethany announced.

Allison sat on the stool in the center of the stage. I stood next to her, my right hip against her left shoulder. This time, instead of resting her left hand on my left hip as she did for the short pose, she reached up between my legs and wrapped it around my right leg with the back of her hand pushing against my balls. She bent her legs at the knees, curled them to her right side, and placed her right hand on her right thigh. This would be a long pose, and everyone in the class moved for a frontal view.

Bethany started the timer at twenty-five minutes. The initial excitement with Allison at the beginning of the class kept my attention focused on her. A month ago, I modeled for this class and vaguely remembered them as an older group of students. They looked to be in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties, and eight of ten were women.

I had draped my right hand on Allison's right shoulder near her neck and my left hand on my left hip, and we looked into each other's eyes. I began the pose with my soft cock tucked down and against Allison's left breast. She wasn't content to let the time run out peacefully and started moving her hand between my legs. At first, she squeezed, which was stressful enough, but then she rubbed her thumb under my balls and against the base of my cock behind my balls.

I reacted predictably. Allison teasingly smiled, and my cock pushed, with increasing insistence, against her breast. I thought her breast would contain my cock, but she deliberately moved her shoulder, and I popped out. My cock's steady rise stopped against the underside of Allison's chin. It looked like she was going to tilt her head, letting my cock free to bob up and down in front of her face, but my imploring eyes somehow induced restraint.

I could see Allison attempting to pleasure herself. She angled her right hand closer to her pussy and grazed her lips. Eventually, she increased the tempo and moved her index finger over her clit. The time passed quickly, and fortunately, the timer rang to end the pose.

"I'm sorry, Eric, I got carried away." Allison apologized as we stretched.

"It's okay. I understand the class wants more erotic poses. My wife is understanding but has her boundaries."

Bethany was circulating among the students. "You're doing terrific, and the students are responding to the challenges you're presenting. You're both showing tremendous intensity. This next pose will be equally demanding, I'm sure."

I put the stool on the floor and rolled onto my back in the middle of the stand. Allison straddled me and prepared to squat on my waist.

"It would be so much easier if we just fucked, Eric. How can we hide your cock otherwise?" Allison asked as she kneeled over me before lowering to make contact.

I looked at the group as they settled into drawing positions. They were arranged behind my head to view over my shoulders toward the front of Allison. "I'd love to help you, Allison, but everyone's grouped up here," and I tilted my head back to where they were setting up. "I can bend my right leg like this and keep my cock behind you."

I reached for my cock with my left hand and pushed it back, then pulled Allison onto my pubic bone with my right hand. "See, all snug and out of the way. I'm sure you'll find some way to get me hard again. With your legs spread, my cock will rub in your ass crack. If it's a problem, we can try something else."

"Oh god, I wish it were a problem. I love ass play."

"Feel free to rub your clit on my pubic bone. I'll hold your breasts and squeeze your nipples if that helps."

She leaned forward to support herself on her outstretched arms. "I'd love that, Eric. Don't be surprised if I squirt while I come."

I placed my hands on her breasts while Bethany scrutinized the pose. "Beautiful composition, many triangular shaped negative spaces, and an intense, singularly focused narrative purpose. Let's draw."

Allison began slowly rocking her pelvis, pinching her clit between our pubic arches. I caressed her breasts and nipples, and she closed her eyes, lost in a personal reverie. As I knew it would, my cock got hard again. When Allison felt it rubbing against her puckered back hole, she moved her hips to push back against my cock and squeeze it between her ass and my leg.

"Can you lower your leg? I want a better angle to push my asshole against your cock." I lowered it a fraction, waited, and when her frown remained, I lowered it again. That did the trick, and her smile reappeared.

It was exciting but not overpowering. I could relax and enjoy the sensations while the class feverishly drew, translating their feelings onto paper, the essence of art.