Of course, during the week I eagerly awaited my next Saturday session with Angela and thought about it all the time.
One day the phone rang and it was Angela calling. She sounded like she was in a panic and said that she was really worrying about not passing her upcoming final. "Well, you know I'll do whatever I can to help," I said.
"I know," she said. "I'm calling to ask for your help."
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.
She then explained that she wanted me to call her instructor and volunteer to be a model. "I've gotten very comfortable drawing your body," she explained. "I just know that I can pass if you modeled at my final." She knew that there was little chance things would work out that way, and I protested a bit.
"Look," she finally said. "What can I do to convince you to make this call?"
"You know what I want," I replied.
Her answer was, "Fine. If that's what I have to do to get you to do this for me. Fine. I'll see you Saturday morning."
"And I'll see you," I said as our call ended.
* * *
Later that day, I called Angela's instructor, Nancy Wright. She told me that she occasionally hired models for her classes and asked me to come see her the next day at her office.
When I arrived, campus was nearly deserted for the summer. I walked around until I found Professor Wright's office and knocked on her door. I don't know what I was expecting, but it was certainly not the short, slender, young woman standing in front of me. She had curly shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes behind her glasses, and wore a black t-shirt that clung to her and showed off her torso and black-and-red striped tights that accentuated her legs The outfit gave her an artsy air.
Professor Wright invited me into her office, and I sat down in a chair across from her desk. In a soft voice that I found sexy, she explained that she usually hired models for her classes from the pool of students on campus and in town during the academic year.
I told her I was just home for the summer before heading back to college in the fall. She asked where I went. I told her I went to the state university, even though I actually went to a small, private liberal arts college in the same city. I don't know why I did that, but it just seemed to offer a degree of safety.
When she heard I was not going to be in town much, she explained that in the summer finding models was particularly difficult, but that she had been lucky so far this year because her regular male model had been available every week. "Given how little time is left in the semester, it's not very likely that I would need you. But you're here, and if you're interested, we could finish this interview and I might be able to add you to my list."
I told her I was interested. "Let me ask you some basic background questions then," she said. Her voice was disarming, almost hypnotic. "Have you ever modeled before?"
"I have."
"Have you ever modeled for Monica Sanders at the University?" she asked. "I studied with her before she ended up there." I explained that I had modeled in private sessions, but not through the university. Professor Wright was taking notes and looking up at me as I answered her questions.
"And have you ever modeled in the nude?" she asked.
"I have." I explained that I modeled when I could. I lied and told her I had done it for a long time.
"Has that modeling been alone or with another model?"
"Both," I replied.
