Eight of my Petra stories appeared in Exhibitionist and Voyeur as "Petra's Pictures" and "Petra Poses". The attractive college senior has a preference for older men with experience, which leads to posing suggestively for her professor's Fine Arts curriculum. She always ends the sessions in bed with him and others.
This new series picks up two years later. Petra has graduated and opened a little art gallery downtown. It is struggling, but when her former professor drops by to visit, he offers a solution and an orgasmic renewal of their good times together.
The Fine Arts 345 class was packed to the rafters, every seat filled to the top of the big lecture theatre. There were plenty of jocks up there, but they were awake and alert, eager for Professor William Edwards to start projecting today's photographic treat. The brunette who was always featured in his teaching slides motivated them far more than any interest in design trends through the ages.
Every time he used the now two-year-old images, Edwards felt a nostalgia for the Friday nights when he shot the pictures. Back then he had asked an attractive student in his class, Petra Stanwick, to pose for him in clothing representing different periods in design. The idea stemmed from his friend, Ronald Dennison from the English Literature Department. The use of Petra's images in his Shakespeare class had drawn in legions of students and earned him a promotion.
Both men missed Petra, the bold young woman who literally came alive in front of the lens. Mostly they missed fucking the living Hell out of her, the typical conclusion of their red-hot photography sessions at Edwards' apartment. Separately and together, they had plied Petra's lovely body in every way imaginable, driving the young lady to stupendous orgasms over and over. She was insatiable!
Her experienced blonde girlfriend Emmeline Jones was another devastating loss, a fantastic lay no longer available. She had especially enjoyed being pounded relentlessly by Dennison's mighty cock while Edwards zoomed in close to record every bit of the wicked action. And there'd been those intense girl-girl scenes between Emma and Petra, male fantasy played out in intimate detail by two shameless beauties.
Those were the good old days. But then Ms. Stanwick graduated and went out to make her mark. She told Professor Edwards that she intended to start a little business, her own art gallery, where she could put what she'd learned to good use. He wished her well, and then lost touch with Petra as waves of new students inundated his time. But he still had those slides to use in his class.
It was time to start another Monday morning lecture. Damn it! Why did the administrators keep giving him such an early time slot? It was because they knew students would line up to register for Fine Arts 345 even in the worst possible spot in the weekly schedule. They were right- a few hundred of them sat anxiously waiting for the Professor to begin.
"Ahem!" he cleared his throat to begin. "This week will feature design in the Tudor period. It might interest you to know that the Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet was written then and I just happen to have a wealth of very 'engaging' pictures from that work. You will probably recognize the young woman playing Juliet, though as always, her face remains hidden. Later this week I'll tell you a little secret about her."
This set off a loud buzz, with students calling out playfully, demanding to hear the secret now. But no, the Professor had no intention of telling them yet that the model had once been someone in his Fine Arts class. On no account would he ever reveal her name or that of her photographer.
"Here are some images of that famous scene where Juliet calls down from her bedroom balcony, 'Romeo, Romeo. Wherefor art thou, Romeo?' Look what she's wearing. It's typically Sixteenth Century, and she fills it out so nicely, doesn't she? You probably noticed how the little brocade waistcoat cinches tightly at the waist, highlighting her abundant 'charms', shall we say.
This brought a big laugh because no-one could miss the fact that the brunette model, her face partly obscured by shadow, packed a fine set of tits!
"Now she's opened it up to reveal the little camisole she wears underneath. You might have noticed several buttons are undone as she leans forward over the railing, looking for her lover below." Then referring to the deep cleavage on display he added, "Be careful nothing falls out, Pe... Juliet."
The class laughed again while Edwards took a deep breath and gathered his panicking wits together.
"Damn! I almost said her name! Be more careful, William," he reminded himself before continuing.
"The skirts were very full in Tudor times. You can see that when Juliet balances herself on her knees peering down into the garden. She has no stockings here. Usually nothing more than an ankle was revealed, but Juliet is being risque, flashing most of her legs like that. And... did you realize... people seldom wore knickers," he mugged before adding, "Really... it's true!"
After the hubbub died down, the professor moved on.
"You'll like the next scene. They're in Juliet's bedroom, and this is what a young woman might wear to bed then. The fabric varied with wealth, all the way up to the finest silk. It looks like Romeo is eager to strip her, there by their wedding bed."
Professor Edwards leaned toward his computer and projected another picture on the overhead screen.
"Close up, you can see the quality of Juliet's nightwear. Diaphanous best describes it. Just gauzy enough to hide her body, but rather sheer to show the bare skin underneath it. This is a beautiful woman dressed in an expensive imported gown of the finest fabric. I hope Romeo takes his time so that he doesn't tear it."
He'd teased their interest enough, but couldn't resist showing just one more tantalizing image. Romeo had his arms wrapped tightly around Juliet. Her now-naked breasts pressed into his bare chest, as the young lovers French kissed. Juliet's hand pulled hard against his ass, driving his groin into hers. It took little imagination to see they'd soon be in the bed beside them.
A collective gasp rose from the lecture theatre!
"Liked that one, did you? I have more to show you in our two other classes this week as we examine the Tudor Era. Then on Friday, I'll reveal a secret about the model," Edwards reminded them.
He already knew that the room would be full both mornings.
****
It was another frustrating day for Petra Stanwick. She slouched on a stool behind the cash register at her gallery waiting for customers. Now and then, someone would look through the window to see if anything inside was of interest. Occasionally a small group of women might come inside to check out the new shop in the old storefront. And on a good day, some of them would buy an artistic print or two from those hung on the walls and filed in open folios. But not today.
Petra knew that her business wasn't succeeding. No-one was interested in what she was selling. She wondered if the rented location downtown was wrong. It had seemed perfect- a deep shop with plenty of storage room in the back. And the apartment she took right above her shop was perfect for her. Maybe it was the product? Or the prices? Perhaps she should be advertising more- but that was so expensive.
This morning Petra had given herself an ultimatum.
"If this week is like the rest of the month so far, I'll seriously consider giving up. Why keep at this when I'm spending more for rent and product than what's coming back in sales. I tried my best, so by the end of the week, I might throw in the towel!"
It was near the end of the day, long shadows beginning to fall across the cobbled street outside. Petra had made just one small sale. She felt very discouraged, then the shop door opened. A tall man had his back to her as he turned to close the door behind him. Petra could see by the long woolen coat and the expensive shoes that this fellow had money to spend.
"May I help you, sir?" was scarcely out of her mouth when Petra saw that the man now facing her was an old friend.
"Omigod, Professor Edwards! So nice to see you! It's been such a long time..."
"Yes. Yes. Ronald and I have missed you so much! I just learned today that you did open the art shop you talked about."
"Well, here it is..."
"May I kiss you, Petra?" William interrupted, suddenly overcome by a rush of emotion. "We were so close. It still seems appropriate, don't you think?"
"Of course!" And she hugged him tightly as they kissed each other firmly on both cheeks.
