Modeling Class

Boston was in full winter. Snow fell on and off all day, but did not accumulate more than an inch. The temperature had not climbed above 30 all week and the wind made the windows rattle and the walls of the old house groan.

I had a steady fire burning in the apartment's fireplace and was uncorking a nice red wine to accompany the cheese and pate dish I had laid out on the coffee table in front of the hearth.

Anne Marie would be home soon from her first night of photography class. She would be cold and hungry, so I wanted to be ready to meet all her needs when she arrived.

I had already tidied up the living room, tossing old newspapers, folding the quilts on the couch, top dusting and arranging the pillows around the room. I surveyed my work and admitted it looked good. I had picked up a bouquet at the market and arranged the cut flowers in a pottery vase, placing it in the middle of the coffee table. Wanting to set a romantic mood for Anne Marie, I dimmed the lights creating a soft and warm atmosphere.

I set the opened wine and two glasses next to the cheese plate and went to the kitchen to slice a baguette picked up on the way home. As I dumped the bread into a basket, I heard the front door open along with multiple voices.

Anne Marie called out and announced that Bridget and Becky were with her. Inwardly I groaned, bemoaning the opportunity to be alone with Anne Marie in the intimate space I prepared. I quickly recovered and entered the living room carrying the bread to see the three women doffing their heavy overcoats and pulling off their boots.

Anne Marie crossed to me and hugged me, finishing with a kiss.

"The room looks beautiful," she whispered in my ear. "Sorry about the girls. I should have called."

"No problem," I assured her and kissed her back.

I turned and said hell-o to Anne Marie's friends and they each gave me a friendly hug.

I excused myself and returned with two more glasses and poured wine for all of them.

"So, how was class?" I asked.

"Totally sucked," replied Becky.

"Why?"

"Our model bailed," said Anne Marie. "Got a real job tending bar and now she doesn't have time to pose for our class. Can't blame her, but our teacher doesn't know if she can find someone at this point. So, we are using each other—fully clothed--and the mannequin."

I knew Anne Marie was looking forward to this class that was to focus on the nude figure. I appreciated using a dummy or another classmate, who would be clothed, was not what she was expecting.

Her friends agreed and said they didn't know if they would stay in the class.

The women chatted about work and let me refill their glasses. As I went to the fireplace to throw on another log, Becky watched as my figure, outlined by the bright flame.

"Hey, Owen, you have a good bod, why don't you model for the class?"

Anne Marie and Bridget laughed along with Becky. I blushed and said nothing.

"Yeah," piped in Bridget, "you look great in those jeans and sweater, I'd bet you'd look even better without them."

I laughed along and said they better stop drinking now because they were getting way too silly.

"Actually," purred Anne Marie, "he looks way better without clothes."

The other women squealed and I blushed deeper. I just shook my head and plopped down on a pillow next to the couch where the three women sat.

Anne Marie tussled my hair and changed the topic to the play the three women were planning to attend on the weekend. After the bottle was empty, Becky and Bridget said they had to be going and began to bundle back up.

An exchange of hugs with me and Anne Marie preceded their departure. Becky turned at the door and looked at me. "Seriously, think about it. We really need a model."

They disappeared down the steps and Anne Marie locked the door after them. I said I'd clean up and encouraged Anne Marie to get ready for bed. When I finished, she had completed her nightly routine and was under the covers with the reading light on and engrossed in the latest copy of CFO magazine that had arrived today.

I finished in the bath, stripped and crawled in next to her.

"You know it's true,' said Anne Marie as I pressed up against her.

"What's true?" I asked slipping a hand on her naked breast.

"You look much better naked."

"Should I take that as a compliment on my body or a comment on how poorly I dress," I responded feeling the nipple stiffen under my touch.

Anne Marie dropped her magazine and turned to face me.

"Let's just say, I think you are a very smart dresser." She pulled my face to hers and we began a ritual that I knew I would never tire of.

Later as she nestled in my arms, Anne Marie spoke softly.

"So, would you consider it?"

I took a moment to focus on what she was saying.

"Seriously?" I asked. "You want me to pose nude for your class?"

I felt her shrug in my arms.

"It's a thought. How do you feel about it?" she asked.

I remained silent for a little while.

"Well, I certainly am comfortable being nude with you. But, I would be nude in front of a whole class, including two of your friends, and, I guess by now, my friends as well. That's a bit weird."

Anne Marie laughed softly. "Well, I know you have an exhibitionist streak in you."

I admitted as much, but went on to say. "But, how would you feel with me being naked in front of your friends? Then, when we'd all be together, would that be strange?"

Now it was Anne Marie's turn to pause. Finally, she said, "No, I don't think so. We all are old enough to handle it." I sensed a little dig at the 14 year age gap between us.

"Yeah, I know. You are all so sophisticated and worldly compared to me. After all, I am just a kid learning about life."

Anne Marie jabbed my ribs and said, "That's not what I meant, and you know it. I did mean that Becky and Bridget are mature and could see you as a model."

"They'd also see what I reserve only for you," I retorted as I pressed my erection against her stomach.

"Well, I hope they wouldn't see it in this state," said Anne Marie with a grin as she lightly stroked me. "Of course, if it were the drawing class I hear the final night is an 'erotic pose' evening. But, we don't do that in the photography class. Too bad!"

I laughed and pulled her tight. "Well, I am open to getting into some serious erotic poses with you right now."

We both enjoyed the poses and the aftermath, and slept soundly until the morning alarm.

As we rushed through our morning routine and finally took a second to enjoy the freshly ground and brewed coffee I made, Anne Marie asked, "So, are you considering it?"

I looked at her over the rim of my mug. "You seriously want me to do it?"

"I seriously want to take this class on photographing the nude figure. Helen, our teacher, is one of the best. I've seen her work and know she can teach us so much. But, without a model, I bet she will just cancel the class. So, the answer is 'yes', I want you to do it."

I looked in her eyes for any sign of hesitation, or if this might be some sort of secret test. Finding neither, I agreed.

Later that day Anne Marie called Helen, who was thrilled. She said they hadn't had a male model in a while and it would make the class extremely interesting.

The next night I answered the phone to hear Becky's voice.

"Hey, Owen, you're really going to show it all in class? Cool. Can't wait. And, don't worry, we'll make allowances for any shrinkage caused by your shyness."

I told her that was not my worry and handed the phone to Anne Marie. I began to doubt the wisdom of this decision. Anne Marie and Becky spoke and laughed a lot. Anne Marie handed the phone back to me.

"Owen", she said in a quiet voice, "I'm really looking forward to seeing you. I think you have a fantastic bod."

The night of the class Anne Marie arranged to meet Becky and Bridget at the institute so she and I could go in early and meet Helen.

Helen was a small, thin woman who looked to be around 50. Her salt and pepper hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail. She wore little make-up, but her skin was that of a 20 year old and her blue eyes shone with intelligence, humor and enthusiasm.

She warmly greeted us and thanked me for my willingness to help.

I told her I never did anything like this before, and wasn't sure I'd be good at it. Helen assured me that I would be fine and that I appeared to have a nice figure. She then showed me around the studio and told me that I would change in a room down the hall and wear a robe into the studio. She would ask me to take different poses. Helen assured me that after a few minutes I would forget I was nude.

I doubted that since I had learned that there were no men in the class of nine. Helen said some of the poses may feel awkward at first and because this was my first time posing, she would give me some help by being more explicit in her directions.

After the tour and instructions, Helen asked Anne Marie to stay in the studio and she took me down to the changing room.

She knocked and a woman's voice answered. Helen cracked the door and said she had a new male model she wanted to bring in.

The voice inside said "Fine" and Helen pushed the door open to admit the two of us.

A beautiful young woman was standing naked in the room brushing her hair. She crossed and hugged Helen and extended her hand to me.

"Hi, I'm Linda, another nude model," she said with a bright smile.

I took the proffered hand and said, "So it would seem."

We laughed and Helen asked Linda if she would acquaint me with the room.

As Helen left, Linda pointed out the lockers on the right.

"Usually, you get here a little early to strip and put your clothes in the locker. I suggest you get a combo lock. It's pretty safe here, but sometimes things go missing. For tonight, you can put your wallet, cell phone and valuables in my locker. Our classes are at the same time. I'm in the drawing class."

I nodded and looked around at the rest of the room. It was long and narrow with the lockers along the left side and a shower stall at the end of them in the corner. Along the other side was a long bench. A small sink and toilet stood open in the corner opposite the shower.

"So, your name is Owen?"

"Yeah."

Linda nodded as she finished brushing her hair. "Uh, not to push it, Owen, but you'd better strip. Otherwise, you are going to have all these funny marks from your underwear and socks. Actually, I don't wear anything under my clothes on posing nights. It just makes it easier. Also, bring a pair of flip-flops. The floors are kinda gross."

I slowly began to pull off my clothes and hang them in an empty locker. When I was down to my boxers, I discretely turned my back to Linda and pulled them off.

Standing naked in front of my locker, I didn't know what to do.

Linda's voice from behind me said, "Here, put this on."

I looked over my shoulder to see her offering a long white robe, similar to the one she was now wearing.

I reached behind me and Linda shook her head.

"Owen, I know you are new to this, but in five minutes you are going to walk out of here and stand naked in front of an entire class for one and a half hours. So, letting me see you nude is no big deal. Believe me, I've seen naked men before, and, quite frankly, I have no interest in them—if you catch my meaning."

I guessed she meant she was gay and not into guys. I slowly turned toward her. She looked me up and down and smiled. "Great body, Owen. They are going to love you." She then tossed me the robe.

After I pulled it on and tied the sash, Linda said it was time to go. She went to her studio across the hall and I headed back to the photography studio. I passed two young women in the hall and we all smiled at each other.

I entered the room and felt my scrotum tighten. There were nine women sitting on stools against the back wall, each holding a camera. On a long counter running behind them were bags of additional equipment.

Helen came to greet me and then introduced me to the class. They all said hell-o and I gave a little wave.

"I want to thank Owen for joining us. I also appreciate that Anne Marie is willing to share this handsome young man with us." Everyone applauded politely.

Helen led me to a stool on a small riser, about six inches high. She asked me to sit.

"Ladies, tonight we will just work on a variety of poses. I will have the lights on full. I will ask you to concentrate on head shots or various parts of the body. In the weeks ahead, we will work on lighting and more evocative poses. Since this is Owen's first time as a model and our first night with a model, I thought we should take it easy and all get to know each other. OK?"

There was a general bobbing of heads and low murmurs. Helen turned to me and told me to drop my robe.

I stood with my back to the class and loosened the sash and slid the robe off. Helen took it and hung it on a hook in the far corner. She then asked me to sit back down, facing the class.

I turned. He saw Anne Marie smiling encouragement and felt better immediately. On either side of her were Becky and Bridget. Becky looked at me from head to toe and gave a discrete thumbs up sign, while licking her lips in an exaggerated fashion. Bridget averted her gaze at first, but then brought her eyes back to me and smiled shyly.

I had known Anne Marie's friends for over a year. They often would hang out, have dinner at our apartment or at Becky and Bridget's place. Becky was around AM's age, late thirties or early 40's. She had been married for about six years and divorced for eight. She was tall and slender with a pretty face and decent figure. She was drawn to bright colors and flamboyant accessories. Her red hair normally looked like she just exited a wind tunnel, but it gave her a wild and adventurous look. She worked in another department at Anne Marie's bank.

Bridget was probably late 30's. She was a bit overweight and short. Her face was round, but attractive. Dark eyes under a heavy brow gave her an intense look that was balanced by a wide, bright smile. He dark hair was cut short in a style that made her face appear much larger than it was. She was always a bit shy and seemed embarrassed about her size. She wore large, oversized tops and long skirts. I felt these made her look even heavier. Once you got to know her, you appreciated her wit and intelligence. She could be counted on to crack them up on a regular basis. She, too, worked at the bank in human resources.

Helen then began directing my poses. She was right, in a few minutes I was concentrating so intently on doing what she asked that I lost the sense of my nakedness.

After forty minutes, we took a break. I stood and stretched. Anne Marie, Becky and Bridget came up to me.

"You're doing great, Sweetheart," said Anne Marie.

"Fabulous," agreed Bridget, blushing a bit at addressing me in my naked state.

"God, Owen, you are a hunk," said Becky, looking me up and down. "I am so jealous of Anne Marie."

They all laughed. I felt a touch on my shoulder and turned. Helen was standing there with my robe. "Why don't you slip this on during the break, Owen?"

Feeling sheepish, I donned the terry cloth robe. I figured I had just broken some protocol about nude modeling.

The rest of the evening went quickly. At the end of class I went back to the changing room, which I learned was called the model's lounge. Entering, I heard water running.

I called out, and Linda yelled back she would be through in a sec.

I had to pee, but was concerned that she might come out in the middle.

"Why don't you take your time? I have to pee."

I heard her laugh as I approached the toilet directly opposite the shower. I had not taken a close look at the shower before and now understood her laughter. The shower had no curtain.

"Yeah, no surprises here. But, I'll turn my back," said Linda. "But, believe me, pretty soon we'll be doing everything without even thinking about it."

I watched as she turned her back, marveling at the shape of her butt. I relieved myself and flushed.

"Shit!" screamed Linda. She hopped out of the shower.

"I forgot to tell you not to flush while the shower's running," she said. "Turns the water to scalding."

"Sorry," I offered.

"It's Ok, but remember next time."

She reached back in and felt the temperature with her hand. Finding it satisfactory, she jumped back in.

"Do you want to shower?" she asked.

"I guess so," I said. "For being naked, I did sweat a lot."

"I know. Happens to me, too."

I watched as Linda ran her soapy hands over her breasts and down her front, ending between her legs, where she spent some time. Catching my eye, she shrugged and said, "I don't mean to flaunt anything. It's just I am used to this. Can you toss me my towel and then you can get in."

I handed her the towel as she stepped out and I stepped in. I rinsed and washed with soap, but turned my back as I rubbed my genitals.

When I got out, Linda was pulling on jeans over her naked bottom, then added a t-shirt and hooded sweatshirt. She pushed her feet into UGG boots, wrapped a scarf around her neck and tugged a knit cap onto her still damp hair.

"Gotta run, Owen. Melissa is waiting for me. Don't forget your stuff in my locker. Just close it and snap the lock. Remember to bring your own lock next week. Great meeting you. See you next week."

In a second, Linda was out the door. I finished drying with my terry robe, since I didn't bring a towel. I dressed and took my valuables. In a minute I was in the hallway where Anne Marie and her two girl friends waited.

They burst into a little round of applause. I made a mock bow and Anne Marie came up to embrace me.

"We're all very proud of you, Dear," proclaimed Anne Marie.

"And, impressed," added Becky. "I think I like the uncircumcised look." As she said the last part, she gazed at my crotch.

I blushed as Bridget nodded in silent agreement.

Anne Marie slipped her arm into mine and said, "Well, girls, I'm so pleased you approved. Now, I'm taking me home to see if it still works as good as it looks."

The next weeks went by quickly and I really got into the posing. Helen was great. She gave easy to follow directions. From time to time, she would reposition an arm, leg, hand, and once showed me how to cover my penis with my hand. Her touch on my private area was sensual and exciting and I had to fight the erection that wanted to demonstrate my reaction.

It was the second last week of class and I had just entered back into the lounge after class. Linda and I were relaxing after getting back to the dressing room. As was the custom, we each dropped our robes as soon as we came in. Linda was telling me about the two high school girls in her class and how they loved asking her about what it was like to pose nude, and if she thought that I would be a good model when I posed for them.

"Those two have sex on the brain," asserted Linda. "Just be careful when you pose next week."

Before I could answer there was a knock at the door and a voice calling out if she could come in. Linda told me it was her partner, Melissa, and asked if it was Ok. I shrugged a yes, and quietly asked if I should cover up. Linda shook her head and called her in.

Linda had told me all about Melissa. I felt I already knew, and even liked her.

Melissa came in to what must be a slightly bazaar scene to most people--a man and a woman completely nude standing around chatting. Linda introduced us and Melissa shook my hand. She then looked me up and down and said that Linda wasn't lying about how attractive my body was.

My arched eyebrow must have prompted an explanation from her. "You know I am bi, and still appreciate a good looking man."

Linda rolled her eyes and said it was shower time for her. I pulled on my robe and we talked while Linda was in the shower. I found myself immediately warming up to her. She is attractive with long dark hair that frames an oval face with hazel eyes accented with dark brows. She is about 5'6" and appears to have a trim figure. With a warm smile showing white teeth that obviously benefited from orthodontia, she would easily be described as very pretty, maybe beautiful. She had a more sophisticated demeanor than Linda that hinted at a background with money and breeding.