School Daze
Copyright© 2003 by Sassy
Chapter 3: Preparation
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Preparation - A story of a college coed's experience behind, and in front of the artist's easel.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual True Story Masturbation Exhibitionism School
"Here we go again." I thought as I looked at my face in the mirror. "Another day, another class, and I'll be on display to a whole new group of people."
As I put on my makeup, it seemed oddly amusing to think that in about two hours that was all I'd be wearing. On Monday, when I modeled for the Drawing II class, I was so nervous that I didn't shower until just before I left the apartment. I got ready so quickly that I didn't know or care how I looked. Today I know that I won't be backing out. And since everyone's attention will be on me, I wanted to at least look good. It certainly won't hurt my ability to relax a little more, anyway.
My hair wasn't cooperating, of course. I grabbed the still hot curling iron and tried to tame the back of my head a bit more. My hair is slightly to the brown side of auburn and about shoulder length. I keep it in a body wave to try and eliminate as many days like this as possible. It has a tendancy to "poof" up in the back a bit, making me look like an "egg head". With a little work, I managed calm it down some. Enough to pass, anyway.
Overall I'd have to say I was looking pretty good. My eyes looked more blue today. Some days they seemed green, some days blue. Today was definitely a blue day. I purposely kept my makeup on the light side. I wanted to be as natural looking as possible.
OK, time to check the merchandise. I might as well see what everyone else will be looking at, so I pulled the belt on my yellow terry cloth robe and watched it fall open. My eyes were immediately drawn to the tuft of dark hair on my pussy.
"That needs some trimming." I thought. "Damn, I should have done it while I was in the shower."
I dropped my robe to the floor, checking my underarms. Just wanted to be sure, although I had shaved them in the shower along with my legs. They looked fine. Turning my back a bit, I took a look at my rear-end. It was fine, no marks, no cellulite and plenty of shape. Boyfriends always came to appreciate my butt. My breasts would attract them, but when we were together they always ended up playing with my backside. I loved the feeling of someone massaging me there.
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