Annie called me at work a couple of days later. She explained that Mrs. Marlowe had a problem with her art class. That night's class was in nude painting and their usual male model was ill and couldn't attend.
"Would you please be a dear, and stand in for us? We want to keep on schedule and the anatomy sessions are so important," she pleaded. "You've already met several of the girls in the class, and they like you. Most of us have seen you naked already, too. Could you help us out, Will?"
I was reluctant, but it would be hard to let Annie down. Besides making points with the girls! Annie and Renee were becoming my good friends, and I was getting used to them seeing me in the buff. How difficult could this be?
"Just have a quick shower, and I'll see you by the pool around six!" she said breezily and hung up.
After work, I grabbed a quick burger on the way home. I showered and shaved, then pondered what to wear. Hell, I will just be stripping it off again for the posing, so why bother! I sauntered out poolside in my birthday suit, enjoying the afternoon warmth and bracing myself for another naked appearance for girls.
Annie soon popped in at the gate. "Why are you naked? We have to get going or be late!"
"It's nude posing, right? I thought it was happening here! Where are we going?"
"No, no! The class is in the arts building on campus. I came to drive you there," she explained.
"Okay. Let me get dressed, then. I won't be long."
"There's no time. We've gotta go now, or the class will be delayed!" she urged.
"I can't go there undressed. It's a public place!" I protested.
"You'll be in the car. No one will even notice. I'll park in the back lot, and close to the door. No one is likely to be around but the art students. Come on!" she was pulling me towards the gate, now, holding my wrist.
We hopped into her shiny red BMW convertible, and the top was down. It was such a gorgeous day. 'No one will notice? Riding naked in a flashy red Beemer that screams for attention!' I thought as we sped down the alley and spun into the street.
Everything felt surreal as I sat there naked, the distance between me and my clothes growing greater by the second. I was very aware of the warm leather seat under my bare bum, and the breeze wafting all over my exposed flesh, even down in the nether reaches between my thighs. But no one seemed to be paying us any unusual attention, and I started to relax.
After a few blocks, she turned onto West Grand Avenue, one of the busiest streets in town.
"Why are you going this way? Keep to the side streets so there's less chance of anyone seeing me!" I insisted.
"The Avenue is quicker. I'm not worried that anyone will notice anything," she replied.
"You aren't the one who's naked! And I can't cover up if I'm spotted like this!"
"You should have been ready - and dressed. It was a silly goof, so don't blame me for it! We'll soon be there, anyway, and you'll be fine. Stop freaking over it!" she argued.
The Avenue is a wide 4-laned street that is usually very busy, even in the evening, and it was at that hour. We came to a stop, third car back in the inside lane, as a light turned red. A big jacked-up pickup stopped beside us, and the driver looked right down into the open car. Lovely Annie in a hot sports car would turn anyone's head!
"Hey! She's got a naked guy in her car!" he called out to a buddy. They both laughed loudly. "Hey, nudie boy, can't you keep your pants on 'til ya get her home? Can't really blame ya, though. She's a hottie, man!" They were still laughing when they turned at the corner, but at least they were gone.
In the next block, we were parallel to a bus. Some of the passengers noticed me, and were pointing and joking. About half the bus got a look at me anxiously covering my goods with my hands. There was nothing more I could do, but give Annie a red-faced scowl and urge her to hurry up. It seemed she was taking her time after claiming such a tight schedule. Was she really enjoying my panic?
