From Famine To Feast Ch 13

Chapter 13: Art History Class Studies Nudes

By Monday morning, the excitement from the weekend was fading as, once again, I had to focus on school. I had Art History after lunch. It was a very interesting and relatively easy class, but I sometimes had to struggle to stay awake whenever the lights dimmed for the inevitable slideshow of famous works of art.

Just before I walked into the classroom, I received a text from Lance. "How's school?"

"Good. Art History class next. Hard to stay awake."

"Big lecture hall with lots of students?"

"Yeah, 500 students, stadium seating, dark room induces drowsiness."

"Sit in back between 2 guys. Keep phone on desk. I'll keep you awake."

Oh, no

, I thought. By this time, I knew Lance well enough to realize that he was going to dare me to push my boundaries yet again. I didn't know exactly what he had in mind, but after what he made Alexis and I do at the movie theater last weekend, I could imagine that he was going to make me do something risqué and risky during class. Even though no one else knew what he had texted and I didn't know exactly what he might mean, I turned red from embarrassment. I had enjoyed a lot of new adventures recently, but I didn't know if I could go through with whatever Lance had in mind. This was in a class that I attended twice per week with people I would have to see all term. That's not the same thing as a dare in a place I can leave with strangers I would never see again. Plus, I had to actually pay attention to the professor in order to pass the class.

As I fretted about what was coming next, people started filing into the lecture hall. I took a deep breath, sighed in resignation, and followed the crowd inside. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I climbed the steps toward the back of the room.

Eventually, I spotted two good looking guys with an empty seat in between them. They were talking to each other about the homework. I shuffled down the aisle until I was next to the nearest one and interrupted their conversation. "Excuse me, is that seat taken?" I pointed to the vacant chair between them.

"Uh," they said simultaneously. They glanced at the empty seats around them, clearly annoyed at my interruption as well as my unorthodox choice of seat, given that there were lots of other places to sit nearby. I smiled and batted my eyelashes in an attempt to look cute and disarm their resistance so they wouldn't foil my plan.

"Um, no, go ahead," said the one on the right. The charm offensive worked.

"Thanks, you're sweet." I squeezed past the one on the left, took off my backpack, and sat between them. They stopped talking, and we all pulled out our notebooks and pens. I silenced my phone and put it on the desk on top of my notebook.

As the professor stepped up to the lectern, and shuffled his notes, the screen at the front of the room and my phone lit up at the same time. The message was from Lance. "Subject?"

I looked up from my phone to the large screen in the front of the room. I gasped as I read it. The two guys on either side of me looked at me to see what had made me gasp. They saw me looking at the screen and turned their heads to follow my gaze. The lecture was titled "Evolution of Nudes." They each chuckled quietly and leaned forward to smile at each other. They must have thought I was a prude, but what I was worried about was answering Lance's text. I knew he would take advantage of a topic that was ripe for testing limits. Just my luck. I typed in the title and hit send. He replied immediately with a winky face. I watched as the typing bubble indicated that another message was imminent. Just then, the lights dimmed and the professor began lecturing.

His next message said, "When the first image appears, get close and ask if they think the image is sexy. Ask why. Tease them." I inhaled deeply, scared and excited, because I knew where this was headed. For a moment, I considered chickening out. But I knew I would obey Lance. He always made me want to do as he asked. And, if I'm honest, I always enjoyed it, despite how nervous it made me.

Of course, it didn't take long for a pale woman with small breasts and pink nipples to appear. It was Bonzino's

Venus, Cupid, Folly, and Time

. I leaned close to the guy on my right and whispered into his ear, "Do you think she's sexy?" I stayed close, waiting for his answer.

"Huh?" he whispered back.

"You heard me. Do you think she's hot?"

"The woman in the painting?"

"Yes, of course," I hissed.

"I don't know..."

"Yes, you do. Tell me."

"Sort of, I guess," he admitted.

"What's sexy about her?"

"Uh..." His voice was nervous. He stalled.

"I like her rosy nipples," I teased. "What about you? Do you like them too?"

"Um, yeah, they're nice."

"Nice? They're frickin' hot and you know it. I bet you want to pinch them, just like in the painting." He cleared his throat but didn't answer. He kept staring straight ahead.

The professor was explaining how the idealized female body type had evolved over time, and artistic representations of women had changed during each art movement and era. I wasn't really listening closely, but I thought I could probably still compose a decent essay on the topic if I had to. Then the next image appeared. It was de Goya's

La Maja Desnuda

. I leaned close to the guy on my left and whispered the same question in his ear, "Do you think she's hot?"

"What?"

"She's sexy, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she's got a good body, but her face isn't so pretty."

"Would you bang her anyway?"

He looked at me to ascertain my level of sincerity. I stared into his eyes expectantly. I guess he decided that I wasn't setting him up for humiliation, so he answered, "Yeah, I guess I'd bang her."

"What turns you on most about her?"

He inhaled. "She has nice curves."

"You like curves?" He nodded. I leaned back, sat up straight, and thrust out my chest. He checked me out, smiled, and nodded again.

My screen lit up. Lance wrote, "Feel your body. Keep their attention."

Courbet's

L'Origine du Monde

appeared on the big screen. It is the torso of a nude woman with her legs spread, and her hairy crotch front and center as the focal point. "Look," I said to both guys. They stared at the painting. I gave them a few seconds, then repeated the same word in a quieter tone—"Look." They both turned away from the image to look at me. I slowly ran one hand up to my breast and caressed it. I ran the other hand down the outside of my leg and up the inside of my thigh. "I want you to look at me." They looked. I definitely had their attention now.

The slides continued to flash up on the screen. The flickering light would catch my eye and I would glance up. Many nudes were very sexy, but some were quite abstract, and some were actually rather grotesque. But the guys weren't looking at the screen any more. They were watching me feel myself up. I felt less and less nervous, and enjoyed their attention more and more. I was loving the feeling of power over them, knowing that I could command their attention despite the competition from the parade of images of naked women in front of us. It made me feel sexier than all the women throughout the history of art.

My phone lit up. Lance wrote, "remove panties & bra."

Oh, shit!

I thought. For some reason I had lulled myself into thinking that I had already gone as far as he was going to demand. I should have known better.

"Who's that? Is that your boyfriend?" asked the guy on my left. He nodded at my phone.

I immediately stopped caressing myself and scowled at him. "It's not polite to read other people's messages," I reprimanded him.

"Sorry." He did look very sorry. I'm sure he felt like an asshole, and he also must've felt remorseful for stopping my free show.

"Dude!" said the guy on my right. He was pissed that his friend had blown their opportunity to watch me.

"It's a friend. That's all you need to know. Now, watch me instead of my phone. And don't fuck up again or I'll change seats!" I spoke sternly, but I was smiling inside because I knew he would do whatever I told him to do at this point. I leaned forward and reached behind my back and under my blouse. I unhooked my bra. I then reached in one sleeve at a time and pulled the straps over my arms. Then I put my hand in front of my chest and pulled my bra out of my shirt. I held it up for them to look at for a moment and then placed it in my backpack.

"Damn," they both whispered almost simultaneously.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Hell yes."

"Oh, yeah."

"Then you'll probably like this too." I lifted my butt off the seat, reached under my skirt with both hands and pulled my panties down over my ass to my thighs. I left them stretched between my knees, below my skirt for them to stare at. They were slightly damp in the gusset.

"Oh shit!" they both whispered. I slowly glanced at each one, smiling mischievously, relishing their shock, and enjoying their anticipation. Then I slowly slid my underwear over my knees, down my calves, and over my feet. I held them up as they stared, and then put them in my backpack.

"She's hot," I said, gesturing at the screen. The professor was now talking about modern art. The guys didn't even look.

"You're hotter," said the guy on the left.

Lance sent another text. The guys dutifully refrained from looking at my phone. "Masturbate," it said.

I slipped one hand up my blouse and started caressing my nipples, quickly bringing them to hardness. I slid my other hand up my skirt and began to caress my labia. I was already wet from teasing the guys. I whimpered softly as I stroked myself. The boys were breathing hard and had completely given up on paying attention to the slideshow. My phone flashed, "talk dirty."

I knew I had to be quiet so I wouldn't get caught by other students. I didn't want to make a scene. It was embarrassing enough to have two guys watching me play with myself. I looked around and everyone who was nearby was watching the slideshow, so I began to whisper. "Mmm, that feels so good. My boobs are so soft. I love to squeeze them while you watch me. Knowing that you are watching me touch myself is making my nipples hard. See?" I gave them a quick peek of my left breast. My nipple was prominently erect. "Thank you for getting me hard. Are you boys getting hard too?" I looked at their laps. They each had a bulge tenting their shorts. "Mmm. Yes you are! That looks so tempting." I looked each one in the eyes and raised my eyebrows at them with a big smile. "Very nice. I see that you are appreciating my performance art."

Lance texted again, "Escalate. Don't let them touch you. Torment them."

I was really getting into it. "Oh, yes. My pussy lips are slick on the outside. I wonder what it feels like inside my coochie. I think I'll slip a finger into my pussy to feel around a little bit. Oh, god. Yes, that feels so good. The inside of my cunt is so wet and warm! Want to see?" I pulled my finger out and held it up for them to see. Even in the faint light, my finger glistened. I held it under each of their noses for them to smell. Then, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I slowly slid my finger all the way into my mouth and closed my lips around it. I sucked the juices off and pulled it out with a quiet pop. "Mmm. It tastes delicious. I want more. Do you want more?" They nodded. I reached under my skirt and pushed two fingers deep inside. I started to build a slow rhythm, shoving my fingers in and out of my vagina as they watched me attentively.

With my other hand, I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse and pulled it aside to reveal my left boob. "Whose areolae are rosier? Hers or mine?" I asked, jutting my chin at the woman on the screen.

"Yours," they answered simultaneously. They didn't even look at the slide. I giggled at their haste.

Another image flashed on the screen. I pulled the other side of my blouse away revealing my right boob. "Whose nipples would you rather roll between your fingers? Hers or...?"

"Yours," they answered in unison before I had even finished asking the question. They each reached a hand toward the boob closest to them.

Before they could touch my boobs, I swatted their hands away and said, "No, no. Sorry boys, but you can't touch priceless works of art." They quietly groaned in frustration. "But I get to touch because I am the artist who is creating the art." I reached over to their laps and felt their erections through their pants. "Um. Very nice. I can tell that you appreciate my art." I stroked them for a moment, enjoying not just the feel of their hard dicks, but also the satisfaction that I was making them hard. I loved that I could turn them on. "Unless you're an artist who creates masterpieces, you can't touch. Only true artists get to touch art. Would you like to see my masterpiece?"

"Yeah," they croaked.

I removed my hands from their laps and grabbed the hem of my skirt. "Behold: my masterpiece!" I pulled up the front of my skirt, revealing my slick pussy. I let them stare for a moment. Then, I shoved three fingers into the hilt. I stuck the fingers of my other hand into my mouth. I slurped on them to get them nice and wet. Then, I pressed on my clitoris and started making tiny circles around my erect nub.

By this point, my narrative abilities were less coherent. I could feel my orgasm building. My breathing was getting more ragged by the second. I could barely hear the professor anymore and my eyes kept squeezing shut on their own accord. "Oh, yes, it feels so good!" The stimulation of my clit was short circuiting my brain. Juices were dripping down my slit toward my asshole, and spilling onto the chair. "Watch me, boys. Watch me. Are you watching?"

"Yes." Lefty's voice cracked. Righty simply grunted his affirmation.

"I'm close. I'm really close. I'm going to cum. Look at my pussy. Watch me cum." Suddenly, I shuddered. I groaned louder than I wanted to. The walls of my vagina clenched on my fingers and I moaned. My juice flowed over my hand, onto the seat. My body twitched as my cunt convulsed. My chest heaved as I gasped for breath. "Shit," I panted, "that was big." I surprised myself at how sudden and cataclysmic that orgasm was. My eyes fluttered open. Both guys were leaning in close, staring at my crotch.

I looked forward to the screen. There was a photograph of a naked woman staring at the camera. Her hair was messy, her eyelids were half closed, and her posture was relaxed. She looked like she had just been fucked. Then the professor said, "Thank you, everybody. I hope you enjoyed the lecture today. I'll see you next Wednesday." Suddenly, the bright lights came on, illuminating the room and blinding us.

"Shit!" I exclaimed too loudly. I quickly flipped my skirt down over my crotch and scrambled to button up my blouse.

I noticed the guys quickly try to rearrange their boners in their pants to be less obvious about their excitement. They were only partially successful. "Fuck, that was hot!" They held their backpacks in front of their crotches as they stood up. "Hey, can we get your number?"

I stood up also and smoothed my clothes over my body. I looked down at my chair and grimaced when I noticed that I had left a wet spot on the seat. Bending over in front of Lefty as my skirt rode up my ass, I picked my backpack up off the floor and looked at Righty. I smiled and patted his chest. Then, I turned toward Lefty and placed my hand on his chest. I smiled sweetly at him, and then pushed him back into his chair, forcing him to sit so I could pass in front of him. "See you in class, boys."

I sauntered out of the lecture hall, wondering how many people had noticed what a bad student I had been. My phone lit up again. Lance asked, "finished?"

I wrote back, "oh, yeah. I finished alright!" I added a pussy cat emoji and a splashing emoji.

"Nice! And the boys?" he inquired.

"Let's just say that this class taught them to truly appreciate the art of nudes. I can guarantee that they paid rapt attention to the lesson I gave them. They were left with a strong desire to learn more. I'm sure they will save me a seat at our next class."

"Sounds like you made some new study buddies!"

"Yeah, I think they want to do

me

for homework. Thanks for tutoring me!" I added a smiling emoji. I put my phone away in my backpack and headed back to my dorm.

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