My friends call me Tash, I am an Art student in my final year at a Glasgow University. My grades so far are very good and my finals are now only three months away. I was brought up by my single mother, who in her youth was a swinger, I also have four fathers. I was the outcome of one of her weekend romps with them. I like having four fathers, it's good, as I get four Christmas presents and four Birthday presents each year from my fathers.
When I was eighteen my mother thought I should get a good steady job in a department store, like she did. But I loved art and I was good at it and I wanted to go to University to study art. My four fathers agreed she was out voted five to one. My four fathers each gave me £100 a month to help fund it and one would buy me a restaurant meal each Friday night, for a student that's culinary heaven. Mike, father number three, was a bit of a Jack the lad and slipped me an extra £50 if he couldn't make his Friday night with me. Also as my mother was a single parent I got a full grant. I didn't have much left at the end of the month, but I got by.
When I went to University I was warned by everyone about sex on the campus. I have already been there for over two and a half years and no sex. I was five foot eight inches tall, great smile, long blond hair and fantastic skin tone. But my breasts resembled two fried eggs, my nipples protruded further than my breasts, my hips and waist were almost the same size. I was the original match stick girl but I also had great legs and a tight butt.
To try and get my body beautiful confidence, I even joined a life drawing class as a paid model, you know the one sitting on the stool with either next to nothing on or naked. Fortunately following on from an altercation with a City Councillor and a naked male student, the University did not allow any of the students to pose naked.
I was however allowed to pose one time, in a nude colour, one piece swimsuit, which was borrowed but two sizes too small, I felt I would get recognition for it from the boys and sex maybe.
When they submitted their charcoal sketches for marking, they all failed their body drawings and were marked as looking like matchstick men. Since they all failed, were allowed to resubmit, this time using a new model, nicknamed Betty Boob, they all passed, say no more.
Gavin the Director of the University Art faculty was very supportive to me when he found out what happened. Telling me, I was the best life and landscape painter in oil, student that he has ever seen. Gavin was gay and didn't care who knew, his head of Administration, his partner, was blond, had an hourglass figure, effeminate mannerism and great skin tone. I was very jealous of him, which is how I wanted to look but with boobs.
As this was my final year I was thinking of Proms night and had already picked out my outfit, in the shop window, cost £300. I had saved £50 father three no show and a fish and chip tea that night; only £250 to go.
I was to go and see Gavin, who was also my tutor, for my final assessment assignments for my degree. Each student would be given a different assignment and three months to complete them.
Mines was to comprise off four assignments, a large size landscape painting in oil, a life drawing with an unusual vista, art talk for erotic, a large scale life sketch in charcoal, the last, which is usually the grade breaker this time was to be a self-portrayed in charcoal. All of the work this year had also to have their workings submitted too, along with photographs of you doing it. All certified by someone as being original. We had a ten day Easter holiday starting tomorrow which you used to plan out and prepare you exam assignments.
After we were finished, Gavin asked me if I had anything planned for Easter. I said nothing but I would probably start on my prep work. He then asked would I like to do some life modelling for Carol, like she was one of Scotland's top artists and gave private exhibitions each year in Italy, France and Monaco. She will pay you £50 a day plus expenses, paid in advance, at the moment she only wants one day, but you never know. I was to make my way to Balloch station, where she would pick me up and take me to her studio in the hills above Loch Lomond. Bringing me back to the railway station at night to go home.
First thing that ran through my head was with this £50 and the £50 that I already have saved, means that I was a third of the way there to getting my Prom dress. And as Carol was a top artist, maybe I could learn a lot from her, even if it was for only one day. I said yes. Gavin said great I will let her know.
As I left his office, I realised that I had just agreed to pose naked for someone, my stomach started to fill with butterflies and I had to run to the loo. As I sat there I started to calm down, as I had already met Carol, when she was a guest lecturer and really liked her. It would be ok. Then I remembered what happened the last time I posed, the butterflies came back. What would I do, I know I will shut the curtains and go naked at home tonight and build my confidence. I looked Carol up in the web, it was her birthday the day after tomorrow, same as me. I would get her a birthday card, get on her positive side.
I didn't sleep very well that night, in the morning I was still running to the loo. But I calmed down, went to the station, got on my train and headed to Balloch. Journey took about an hour, when I arrived there, had to run to the loo again. As I came out of the loo, Carol arrived in her battered Land Rover, she recognised me and waved me over.
I got into the Land Rover I could see she had wellingtons on and a long dust coat with paint splashes on it and bare legs. We moved off, headed out of town and started up the shores of Loch Lomond, I had never been there before. Carol started to give me the tourist talk as she drove us to her studio. We turned off onto a narrow road and started to climb up the valley, and then she turned off into a cottage with a glass conservatory down one side. She said that's my studio.
