I broke this story into two chapters in case readers don't have time to read the story in one sitting.
Don met Stephanie when they were seniors in college. Don had some artistic talent even though he was majoring in business. He had to fulfill some liberal arts credits to graduate. He decided to take a sketch drawing class because he figured it would be an easy course and wouldn't create any more stress than he already had from his other studies. Besides, he heard the class featured nude models at times so it sounded like it could be fun too.
In the beginning, the class was rather boring. It focused on drawing shapes and inanimate objects that came naturally to Don but it was an easy class. They gradually progressed to other objects which only bored Don. Just before the Thanksgiving break, Don heard the class was going to feature a live model.
He was thinking, "Oh boy, this is what I've been waiting for."
He was deeply disappointed to discover that the model they would be sketching was a male. The last thing he wanted to do was draw somebody with a dick but he did the best he could. It was a relaxing class so he just went with the flow. He wasn't a great sketch artist and was getting mostly C grades but he was happy with that. After Thanksgiving, there were only a few more classes left and all he wanted to do was get through the class to the end of the semester.
After the break, the professor said she would bring in another live model but Don didn't want to get his hopes up. He figured it was probably going to be another guy anyway.
Much to his delight, he found the model was a statuesque brunette with dark brown eyes. She was fucking gorgeous. She was wearing a long robe so he could only imagine what she looked like underneath.
When the class began, the professor said, "Welcome back, class. This is Stephanie. She is going to be our model for today."
With the introduction out of the way, Stephanie stepped onto a small pedestal, took off her robe, and tossed it aside. She proudly stood before the class of fifteen students, both male and female, completely naked. It was obvious that Stephanie was a confident woman as the students were staring at every curvature of her stunning body.
As Don sketched Stephanie, he guessed she was about 5'10" or 5'11" tall. Her long, well-defined shapely legs led to a shaved pussy with prominent lips on display. Her ass was firm and round with a crease that defines where her thighs end and cheeks begin. Her butt cheeks looked like they were winking at you when she walked.
Stephanie had an hourglass torso, tight abdominals, and tantalizing D-cup breasts that stood firm. Her areola were in proportion to her breasts and her nipples were hard. She had a long neck that led to her absolutely gorgeous face. She didn't wear any makeup and highlighted her natural beauty. Her dark hair came down to her shoulders and one side was tucked behind her ear. She had captivating dark brown eyes.
Don figured the model must be some sort of athlete because of the muscle definition in her arms, shoulders, abs, and legs. She wasn't a bodybuilder but she was definitely in good physical condition which only served to make her that much more mesmerizing to Don.
Don was immediately attracted to Stephanie along with every other straight guy and gay woman in the class. He figured that with his luck, she was probably a lesbian and wouldn't be interested in him. He could only hope she might be equally attracted to him.
Stephanie had done some nude modeling for classes in the past to pick up a few extra dollars. She had even done some private work for more money. She changed poses at various moments during the class with each one underscoring one of her stunning features.
Stephanie would get turned on while posing during these sessions. She knew most of the men and some women secretly desired her. Sometimes she would lock eyes with someone to increase their desire for her as a way to tease them and herself. Stephanie was an exhibitionist by nature and posing in the nude was one way for her to explore that side of her sexuality without being judged because it was considered art.
She was used to the guys in class hitting on her afterward so when Don approached her, she just brushed him off. She did think Don was cute with his light brown hair and blue eyes. He had the cutest dimples when he smiled. He was just a little shorter than her at 5'9" and she usually went for guys taller than her. Don wasn't athletic but kept himself in decent shape by playing intramural sports, jogging, and lifting a few weights.
He was disappointed Stephanie rejected his overtures but felt better for at least trying to get a date with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Having the pleasure of seeing her nude was a bonus. To this day, Don's sketches of a nude Stephanie, when she posed for his class, are his favorite drawings.
Don would often think of Stephanie after that day but figured he'd never see her again. As his final spring semester was about to begin, Don was out at a bar with his best friend, Tim. They were drinking and cracking jokes when Stephanie walked in with her friend. At first, he didn't recall where he knew her from but smiled when he realized who she was.
He told Tim, "Holy shit, there she is."
His friend asked, "Who are you talking about?"
"The tall brunette that just walked in. She was the nude model in that class I told you about."
"Holy shit, you're right. She is gorgeous. You don't stand a chance with her. She probably has a boyfriend."
Don thought it was probably true but when no one showed up to meet her, he said, "I have to try talking to her again. I need a wingman, come on."
"Okay, but I'll be there for you when she tells you to fuck off."
Don approached Stephanie and said, "You probably don't remember me but I'm Don. You modeled in my sketch class last semester."
"I don't remember you but it's nice to meet you, Don."
Tim did a nice job as a wingman and split off Stephanie's friend and began to chat with her.
"I almost didn't recognize you with your clothes on," Don said but was quickly embarrassed by the stupidity of that statement.
"Excuse me," she replied.
"I, I, I'm sorry. That has to be the worst pickup line ever," Don stammered.
"Oh, so you're trying to pick me up?" Stephanie inquired.
"Uh, well no, uh, I mean yes, uh, I don't know," Don continued to stammer.
Stephanie was grinning at Don's awkwardness but she thought his nervousness was cute. He didn't know what to say next.
"I guess I've blown this pretty badly. Should I just go now or is it too much fun watching me make a fool of myself?"
"Gee, I'm not sure yet but I could use a refill on my drink."
"Yeah, I have a little left in mine."
She snickered at his response and Don recovered and said, "I'm such an idiot. Can I get you a refill?"
Stephanie smiled and said, "I'm drinking rum and coke."
Don hurried to the bar with Tim following him and his friend commented, "I couldn't help but overhear you. It's not the smoothest pickup conversation I've ever heard. You're lucky she's still talking to you."
"I got completely tongue-tied, man. At least I'm still in the game."
