Class started at ten o'clock, and for the first time I was running late. I made it just before the opening lecture. The professor, standing at the front of the room, frowned at me as I made my way to my seat. Unfortunately, as I was about to sit down, I dropped a book. I stood, bending over to retrieve it, and sat back down. When I looked to the front, facing the professor, I swore I saw a smile flicker on his lips before he cleared his throat. I guess it was a good idea to wear my short plaid skirt, white button down blouse, and white knee socks with black Mary Jane's. Under that, I was wearing my white bra and matching white panties. My long red hair was pulled into piggy tails, and I wasn't wearing any make up, except for the cherry flavored lip gloss that I loved. I'm 21, but I know that I look like I am 15 or 16. Sometimes that works to my advantage, like when I'm in trouble, and sometimes it doesn't, like when I go to the bar occasionally.
"Good morning, class," Professor Lot said, clearing his throat again. "Today I will be passing out your assignments from last week. Most of your drawings are well done. However, there were a couple people who will need to redo the assignment and turn it in again. Ms. Brown, I will need to speak to you after class."
I sank low in my seat as several of my classmates looked at me. I could feel my face turning red from embarrassment. Either I was in trouble for coming in late today, or my drawing wasn't very good. I hadn't understood what he asked of us, so I did my best. I sat there and thought about my professor, while he was lecturing. "He's very attractive for an older man," I thought. I apparently wasn't paying attention to the professor, because the next thing I knew, the class had ended. I stayed in my seat until everyone else had gone. I hoped that I hadn't failed with my drawing. I had worked very hard on it, and I needed a passing grade in order to pass the class.
"Ms. Brown, please come here," Professor Lot said from his desk. "I need to talk to you about your art work. Do you not understand the lessons we've been going over?"
"N-n-not really," I stammered, embarrassed. "I tried reading everything we're supposed to, listening to the lectures carefully, and practicing, but I just don't get some of the stuff we're talking about."
"Why don't you ask for help in class?"
"Because I get embarrassed easily, as you can tell," I answered, feeling my face turn even redder. "I don't feel comfortable enough to ask something out loud, for fear it sounds dumb. Plus, I don't have anyone that I can use as a model for my life drawing homework assignments. That is why I've been using my dolls or photographs of others for my drawings."
"You know, you can always ask me to sit for you. All you have to do is make an appointment, just so that I can plan around it," he said.
"Wow, you would do that for me?" I asked, incredulous. "But why?"
I saw his eyes rove up and down my body before he answered, sure that I hadn't seen him. "Because I see the talent in you. You have a gift as an artist. You just need to develop it a little more. What you need is to be the model for an artist, so you can understand how the model feels and looks."
"That would be great, but I am not good enough friends with anyone in the class to have them draw me. I just don't know what I am going to do. I need to pass this class so I can keep my grade point up. Is there any way you could help me, by talking to someone in the class or something?" I pleaded with him.
"Well, I have an idea," Professor Lot started. "What do you do after class? Do you have a job, another class or are you free?"
"I don't have a job right now," I said. "I am free in the evenings and on the weekends, when I'm not doing homework. I live in the dorms by myself, so I don't have a room mate to worry about disturbing."
"I'm not sure about any of the other students, but I'm willing to help you out so that you can keep your grades up. We should start as soon as possible, to get your grade back up in this class. What time are you done with your last class tonight?"
"Um, my last class is over with by 5:30 p.m."
"OK, meet me in my office, let's say at 6:00. That will give you time to drop your books off at your dorm and change into something comfortable. I have an idea to help you."
"Thank you so much!" I said, grabbing my stuff so I could head to my next class. I looked at my watch. "Oh, I better hurry, don't want to be late to my math class. See you tonight, Professor." I turned and hurried out of the room, the feeling of his eyes on my back as I walked through the door.
I was so nervous about what was going to happen later, that I was fidgety in the last 2 classes of the day. At 5:30, I headed over to my dorm to drop off my backpack and change my clothes. Naked, I stood in front of my dresser, wondering what to wear. I remembered the feel of his gaze on my back as I was walking away, and the look in his eye after I stood up from picking up my book. I opened the top drawer, and pulled out my pink matching bra and panties. They were lacy and the prettiest ones I had. The panties were also very high cut on the sides, to accentuate my body. Opening another drawer, I rummaged through the clothes until I found my short cotton pink shorts that said Angel Baby on the butt. Digging a little deeper, I found the matching tank top, with angel wings on the chest. Looking in my closet, I found my pink sandals. I got dressed, then went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. I took down the pig tails, and combed out my long red hair, and reapplied my lip gloss, sticking it in my pocket for later. I also stuck my keys, ID, and a few bucks in my pocket, in case I needed them.
Ready, I glanced at my watch. I had about five minutes to get to his office, which was only a couple minutes away. Reaching his office door, I was nervous again, and almost chickened out. But, I argued with myself, he wouldn't do anything wrong. He is a professor, for heaven's sake. He wouldn't jeopardize his career. And, I concluded, if things got out of hand, I could always leave, and report him to the Dean. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door.
"Come in," I heard him say, so I opened the door and peeked my head in. his office looked much like I had last seen it, with his easel set up in front of his couch. There was a blanket thrown over the couch, and a few candles sitting on the desk, unlit.
Professor Lot had his back to the door when I came in the room. He was standing next to his desk, shuffling through some papers. "Hi," I said, not knowing where to go next. He turned around to greet me, and his jaw just about dropped to the floor. Quickly he recovered, and smiled his hello.
"Looks like you found some comfy clothes to wear," he said. I blushed. "Why don't you pose yourself on the couch, and we can get started?" he pointed the way.
I walked over to the couch and sat down. I wasn't sure how I wanted to be drawn, so I just sat there for a moment. He walked over to the couch, and asked if I had any questions. "Well, I don't know how to pose myself," I explained. "Usually when we drew people in class, they were already posed, we didn't have to think about it. I guess you usually posed them, Professor Lot."
