Chapter 38

“Xander Thornwood.”

He turned to see who it was.

“What can I do for you, Mrs. Turner?”

“I need a model for my art class this afternoon,” Monica said.

He was confused.

“I’m too young to pose nude.”

“Not if it’s for art.”

He shook his head.

“It’s not happening.”

“Honey, I hate to do this, but I know what you did,” Monica said.

Xander thought for a moment. Was she referring to him being the guy in her daughter’s video? He doubted Connie would ever tell her mom something like that. Or maybe it was Julie ratting him out about driving before he was sixteen. Then again, it could be when he touched Pippa’s boobies. Or ... she could be full of it.

“Two can play that game,” Xander smirked.

He took a moment to check out Mrs. Turner. The mom was always a good start if you wanted to know what your girl would look like in fifteen to twenty years. If that were the case, the Turner sisters would turn out just fine. She was probably in the top three of MILFs he’d be interested in.

“That usually works on my daughters,” Monica confessed. “How about you wear some sexy underwear and do me a favor? Who knows when you’ll need me to repay it?”

“Since you’re asking and I have absolutely nothing else to do...”

Seeing a grown woman clapping her hands and dancing around gave him pause, but, like the old man always said, ‘Fuck it.’

Monica had Xander come to the back door so she could surprise her students.

“They weren’t pleased with the last two I invited. Most guys won’t strip for free, so it can get dicey.”

“I’m not going to run into your daughters, am I?”

“No, they’re visiting their sister today.”

“And you do remember I said I’m not going to get naked, right?”

“Yes, I remember. Now, put this on,” Monica said, handing him a white Speedo. “There are robes in the bathroom. Once you’re ready, come upstairs.”

Xander changed and checked himself in the mirror. He made an adjustment so his dick was more comfortable and ran his fingers through his hair before putting on the white robe. His only other option was a fluffy pink one he wouldn’t be caught dead in.

As Xander walked up the stairs, he heard the ladies talking. When he walked into the room where the class was, he froze. He should’ve guessed he might recognize some of the students in this small town. The two that stood out were Barb and Kelly’s moms.

When Monica saw him, she smiled and said, “Ladies, this is Xander Thornwood. Since he’s not yet eighteen, he will wear a swimsuit.”

All conversation stopped as he opened the front of the robe and revealed his body. Xander had been seriously lifting almost every day for the past three years, and he looked like he’d been chiseled from stone.

At the football camps, he’d been weighed and measured and was now six-two and weighed two hundred five pounds. Xander’s other measurements revealed he was now over eight inches long and seven and a quarter inches around.

“And to think my daughter broke up with you,” Jill Flint, Kelly’s mom, quipped.

“She knows what a devious smartass he is,” said Kathy Lee, Barb’s mom and his poker nemesis.

Just to be clear, Jill and Kathy were the other two MILFs on Xander’s top three list.

“Ladies, please remember Xander is modeling for free,” Monica reminded them.

“Actually, Kathy paid for me to be here. She likes to give me all her money when we play poker,” Xander said.

Monica gave her head a tiny shake, signaling Xander to shut it. She then posed him leaning against the wall with his hands behind his back and his head tilted down so his hair fell forward. Monica messed with his hair until she had it the way she wanted it, then reached down and grabbed his dick.

“Whoa, hang on,” Xander complained.

She adjusted his junk so it bulged out more.

Xander quickly learned that modeling was boring as hell. He would hold his pose for thirty minutes and then take a ten-minute break. After the break, he would spend another thirty minutes in a different pose.

The students were making pencil drawings of each pose, and they would use those drawings and put paint to canvas during the week at home. So they were all allowed to take photos of Xander in each pose to capture skin tone and lighting—or that was the excuse.