Art Class Modelling

**AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is the third full chapter in an ongoing story. I highly recommend reading the first two chapters to make sense of this one. There is also a shorter intermediary story between chapter 2 and chapter 3, which I also recommend reading but is not necessary to understand this one.

Thanks for all the comments on the first few chapters, I really do appreciate every bit of feedback I can get. I have worked hard to eliminate as many editing issues from this and always hope to improve my writing with everything I do.

DISCLAIMER:

All characters in this story are over 18 and purely creations of fiction. This is meant to be a fun story with only a loose connection to reality, so just have a bit of fun with it if you can, thanks!**

After suffering through a series of unfortunate circumstances and a heaping dose of bad luck all through my first year of college I had thought my second year would be much the same, if not worse. It did indeed begin with a rocky start but my luck had swiftly changed, and as I walked through the mostly empty campus on a warm Sunday afternoon I could not help but wear a large smile on my face.

Despite not knowing exactly what I was heading into, I strode confidently past the college union building and towards the far end of campus, leaving behind the few students roaming around in the pleasantly calm early fall air. After waiting for what felt like an entirety, though it had only been Wednesday when she had promised this next session, Professor Lynn had texted me late the previous evening to tell me to come to the old arts building this afternoon. Julia and Ashley had both texted me as well, though the first year girls only sent texts telling me to be prepared and were teasingly tight-lipped on any further details. Still I knew whatever I was headed into was sure to be well worth a bit of tension and mystery.

Getting to the old and mostly unused arts building in quick time I noticed that nobody else was nearby, and that there weren't any cars or bikes parked at the nearby lot. This itself was not too unusual, as it was basically the furthest and most isolated part of campus. But still from what little Professor Lynn had given me about this session I had expected maybe a few signs of other students coming to this building as well. Thinking that perhaps they would be arriving after me, as had happened with the previous two sessions, I shrugged and hurried inside, making towards the room that we had so far used for modeling.

Opening the door to the large room I spotted the professor and was just about to launch into a warm greeting before my brain caught up with what I was seeing in the rest of the room. My jaw nearly dropped to the ground at what I saw. Standing there in a line were nearly a dozen beautiful girls, all clad in various renditions of the classic schoolgirl uniform. White stockinged legs, plaid skirts, white blouses and some even sported ties that matched their skirts.

I might have guessed that the professor had provided these costumes and had gotten the girls changed before I came. But each dressed in enough variation from each other that I figured that they picked out their own clothes for this, though they certainly were given direction in order for them to match as much as they did. No two skirts shared the same exact color pattern for example, and more intriguing to me the lengths ranged from barely long enough to be a miniskirt to covering right down to the knee.

"Right on time, you are always such a good boy for me, Mr. Ryan," Lynn said with her normal cheerful voice as she stepped forward past the line of young girls and towards me. I was somewhat surprised she had chosen not to wear a schoolgirl outfit as well, and I spent half a second imagining that picture before what she was wearing took my focus. When I did consider what she was wearing I thought it was perhaps the most concealing outfit I had ever seen her in, there was just something about it that thrilled a piece of me deep inside. She wore a tight black skirt that ended mid thigh, just about reaching her black stockings. Her white blouse was for once nearly fully buttoned, with just the top one undone. She had a professional looking dark blazer over it and looked every bit the university faculty member she was, though there was no hiding her amazing figure.

"Don't worry that you were the last one here," Lynn told me, walking closer on her slightly higher than sensible heels. "I had to have the ladies here early to make sure that they had come in the right attire for this very special class." She told me before embracing me softly, leaning close to whisper into my ear. "Every single girl here was picked special just for this, I put a lot of effort into making sure they were all exactly the right kind of person for this," She whispered in a low voice as her breasts squeezed lightly against my chest.

"Now, perhaps we should start with some introductions." She said as she pulled away from me and turned to the line of girls. "This is a larger group than I normally work with, so we might not get the chance to be so personally involved with each other's art as is my usual custom, but I want everyone to know who they are working beside today." She told us, walking to the side so she could face both the line of girls and myself as well. "I will start us off, as seems right to do. I am Professor Lynn, of this university's arts department. I specialize in life drawings." She said with a grin and a warm tone. "So why don't we go down the line here and say who you are, and maybe something about yourself, perhaps why you chose to come today." She said as she gestured to the girls with one hand.

Julia was the closest girl to her and quickly stepped forward, never one to be bashful or reserved. This was clearly reflected in how she chose to fulfill the professor's dress requirements. Showing her slender legs off she wore perhaps the shortest skirt of any of the girls. Her blouse was untucked and tied off right above her navel, and was unbuttoned most of the way down, giving a clear view of her favorite hot pink bra that pushed up her tits in a delightful way. Even her stockings showed her slutty side, as they were sheer and had ribbons where they ended right above her knees. "Hello all!" She said with a happy voice, giving me a wink before turning to her other female students. The quarter spin she made as she turned around flared her skirt up enough that it gave me a good view of her firm ass, and interestingly I did not spot any hint of any panties she might have been wearing. "I'm Julia, and I'm here because I just love the art that Professor Lynn creates. I want to be a part of as much of it as I can." She told the room with a beaming smile. She turned her head once more to me with a more salacious grin before returning to her spot at the head of the line.

The other girls mostly looked on with mild interest, not too engaged but by no means bored or distracted. Ashley smiled brightly though at her close friend and leaned in close when she returned to the line, kissing her cheek in a display of affection I found surprising, given how normally shy and timid Ashley was in front of new people. Today though she seemed nearly as giddy and free as Julia, and I could not help but grin at her newfound confidence as she stepped forward next to introduce herself.

"Hi! I'm Ashley, though my friends usually call me Ash." She said, holding the ends of her skirt. It was a bit longer than Julia's, but still only went halfway down her thighs. Her blouse was not tied up like her friend's, but it was still unbuttoned a good amount, showing off the ample cleaveage her lacy bra made by squeezing together her huge tits. "I'm here today because I want to get out of my shell and push my boundaries, and Professor Lynn has been just the most helpful for me so far in doing that." She said, biting her lower lips for a moment as she looked towards me before moving back to her spot in line.

Ashley grinned at the next girl in line and I took my first real look at her as she stepped forward. She was fairly short, about the same height as Ashley, though she looked far more petite. She had long wavy red hair and brilliant green eyes that seemed to pierce right through me as she strode forward with a self assured grace. "My name is Katya, and I am an exchange student from Ukraine," She said in a beautiful accented voice, smiling directly at me with every word. Her skirt was just a little longer than Ashley's, which still showed off her slim and pale long legs. Her blouse was buttoned all the way up, but though I tried not to stare too hard it was just thin enough I thought I might be able to see the color of her nipples underneath, giving away that she was not wearing a bra. "The Professor once had a session with some older friends of mine back in Europe, and so knowing her... style, I knew today was something I had to come and enjoy." She said before slowly licking her lips as she looked me up and down. "I think this will be an excellent treat," She added, giving me a wink before returning to the line.

The next girl in line stood out from the rest in a few ways. She was one of the tallest of all the women there, just a few inches shorter than I was, and had gorgeous mocha brown skin and dark hair tied into a long ponytail. Her skirt might have been decently modest on most other girls, but with her long toned legs it only stretched down to her mid thigh. Her loose shirt did not give much about the size of her breasts, but her sultry smile as she stepped forward gave me a good sense of what was on her mind. "I'm Nadia, everyone." She said, slowly turned her supermodel figure as if she was on the runway. "My sorority sister Julia told me a little about how wonderful a teacher Professor Lynn is, so I came today to expand my horizons a bit." She said, stopping her rotation to give me an intense and almost intimate stare. "I do hope to experience some truly delightful new things today." She added before moving back into the line of girls.

My eyes widened a little at the fifth girl who stepped out of the line and smiled at me. Standing there in a skirt that ended a little ways above her knees and in a tightly buttoned blouse with a tie matching her skirt was Maria, another of my younger sister's friends. "Yes, hello. I am Maria," She said, circling to look back at her fellow ladies with enough speed that sent her skirt flying up and flashed me her tight little ass clad in a pair of pretty white panties. Maria was about average height, a little taller than Julia but much shorter than Nadia, and had lovely tanned skinned that told of her latin heritage. Her soft brown hair was tied into a tight braid. "My girlfriends Ash and Jules told our friend group that they were having just the best time with Professor Lynn... and Ryan... so I just had to check out what had finally gotten sweet Ash out of her shell." She said as she spun back to me. Maria had always been a little flirty and somewhat teasing with me and today was little different as she gave me a long lustful gaze from head to toe before retreating back into the line.

We were halfway down the line now and each introduction of one after another beautiful and seemingly eager freshman girl had started to have an effect on me. Not only was my heart beating fast but my cock strained against my jeans. Seeing so many sexy ladies dressed in short skirts and tight stockings all here to at the very least watch me would have made me a bit nervous, if I had not been so excited that is. And none of the girls seemed put off by the growing bulge in my pants. In fact several of them seemed to be very intrigued by it, glancing down and smiling with lustful intent clear in their eyes.

I did not have too much time to gauge their reactions to my erection more closely as the next girl in line stepped forward. Her skin was just as pale as Katya's, and just about as short. She stood out from the Ukrainian girl however in that she was nearly as busty as Ashley, her blouse needing to strain to hold back her breasts. "My name is Mei," The asian girl said in a somewhat soft and shy voice, as though nervous to be speaking out. She kept her eyes downwards, though it seemed to drift between the floor and my groin. "Umm, I'm in the sorority with Julia, and she said how much doing art with Professor Lynn had helped her friend Ashley open up, so I came hoping this might help me too." she admitted, raising her eyes to mine for a short moment before looking back down and hurrying into the line of girls.

The girl who stood forward next was perhaps the most visually striking and distinct of the whole group. Her mini skirt was hardly any longer than Julia's, and her shirt was tied off showing her midriff as well. She alone had also skipped the white stockings and instead wore fishnet stockings held up by garters. All this showed a good deal of her smooth tanned skin, and the various colorful tattoos dotted across her. On top of this all she had dyed her hair a brilliant bright purple that transitioned into fiery red at the ends of her hair. As she stepped forward her numerous piercings caught the light. "I'm Athena, and after seeing some of Lynn's drawings I thought I might stop by and see her whole process," She said simply, stepping back into line. She did pause for just a moment to give me a knowing wink, and I wondered just which of the professor's works she had seen. The thought caused me to blush a little, which made Athena smirk wider, as if she could read my thoughts.

I was still blushing some as the girl beside Athena stepped out to greet me. I looked straight into her eyes as I recognized this girl as well. I gave a warm smile to Emily as the tall and slender girl grinned back at me. She was another of my sister's friend group, though not one I had really known all that well. Though not shy, her goth persona was not easy to break through. I took a second to get to know her body though, as her short black and white skirt hardly hid her long pale shapely legs, and her lace stockings just highlighted them even more. Her blouse was thin enough her black bra was clearly seen through it, and better yet I could see how big her tits had grown as well. "Hi all, I'm Emily. I'm here with Jules and Ash as well." She said, holding her hands behind her back and thrusting out her chest as she spotted where my eyes were most drawn towards. "I could not let them have so much fun without me, so I just needed to join in." she told me, smiling slyly as she stepped back into line.

I was quickly drawn to the girl second last in line as she stepped forward almost impatiently and cleared her throat. "I am Sarah, member of Kappa Kappa Rho sorority," She announced proudly, grinning to herself as she named the sorority Julia, Nadia and Mei were also members of. Out of all the four girls there Sarah looked the most like a sorority girl too. Blonde hair neatly and expertly styled, immaculate makeup, a straight backed pose and an almost indignant expression at having to be near the end of the line. She also dressed most like the stereotypical preppy girl out of some movie. Her skirt was the longest and somewhat hid her knees, and her stockings were a solid white that went high up her legs. She even wore a sweater vest over her fully buttoned shirt, and her tie matched the pattern of her skirt exactly. "I am here because... because Julia said that Professor Lynn could provide some extra credit to pad out my transcript." She stated rather stiffly, though even I could tell she was hiding something in her explanation.

I did not get too much of a chance to probe for whatever the smartly dressed and rather prim and proper girl was trying to withhold as the next and last girl left my mouth agape in surprise once more. Out of all my sister's friend group the last person I expected to see in anything like this sort of thing at all was Sam. Especially since she had sorta suddenly stopped being friends with the whole group somewhere during highschool. But there she was, fidgeting with her skirt and lightly scowling in every direction but towards me. It made sense why I had not spotted her as part of the group before, as I had never seen her in anything like a skirt before. Sam had always been a tomboy, preferring jeans and an oversized t-shirt, which had been much like me until Julia's makeover of my wardrobe. In fact, out of all the girls who had hung around my younger sister Sam had been the only one I had really gotten to know and been sorta friends with, until their whole falling out had happened.

So it made sense that Sam looked awkward and nervous in the feminine outfit that was completely unlike her. But what made no sense was why she was here at all, and how someone had convinced her to not only show up but to dress in a skirt. I was still stunned to silence as she stepped forward to give at least some clue to why she was there. "Hey, I'm Samantha, or Sam" She said shortly and somewhat curtly. "I'm here because Ash... Well because Ash begged me to, said it was time we put the past behind us and all," She said, looking away and mostly mumbling the last words of her introduction.

I was still staring wide eyed at Sam as she stepped back, still not looking over towards me, when Lynn stepped close to me and put her arm around my waist. "And you all should know this wonderful man, after all I did say such wonderful things about him before he arrived." She said with a cheerful voice. This drew me back to the moment and away from Sam as I once again wondered just how much these girls knew about what I had done with Professor Lynn, and what we were about to do today. "So we will not worry about introducing him, but instead let us get right into the action. I have so much planned for today and I do not want to waste a moment." She said with a warm laugh as she took my hand and led me towards the platform in the middle of the room.

I narrowed my eyes in a bit of confusion at her direction, expecting to go to the changing rooms as I normally had for each modeling session. Lynn must have noticed my eyes moving towards that end of the room as she chuckled and shook her head. "Oh, no need for that today, my boy," she said with a grin, stepping up onto the platform. "Today is going to be different in a lot of ways from what we have done before, so just be ready for that." She told me as I stepped onto the platform as well.

There was still the same bed there as had been when Julia and Ashley had modeled with me, but new to the stage was a tall wooden pole next to the bed with some metal rings built into it. "Go ahead girls and get the materials I told you about earlier, Ryan and I need to speak a little about what he should be ready to do." She said, and the girls all moved to another side of the room where easels and drawing pads had been set out, as well as chairs and boxes of materials. I took in a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves and prepare for my instructions. Whatever they were, knowing Lynn they were likely to push me beyond my comfort zone. But if I did what she asked I knew it was likely to pay off extremely well.

Lynn drew me in close to her and leaned up to whisper into my ear. This position made her press her lovely curves into me, a delight so good it was somewhat hard to focus on her soft voice, despite speaking right into my ear. "Okay stud, I really hope you are ready." She told me in a low and alluring voice, every word trickling into my mind with a bit of pleasure. "I got all these young, pretty, and dirty girls here for you, and you need to be sure to treat every single one of them with the proper respect they deserve, okay?" She said, moving one of her hands to my crotch and gripping my cock through my pants. "They all know that they are here for a show, so don't be worried about giving them a good viewing, but they are here mostly just for the sights. You will need to keep your hands to yourself unless told otherwise." She whispered as she squeezed my dick. "There might be times when they feel called to add a brushstroke of their own to the canvas we will be painting together" Lynn told me, and the thought got me excited enough to make my cock throb in eager anticipation.