Chapter 2

It was a cloudy nasty Saturday in the early spring and I had told Elle to come by around 11am to my condo. I use my apartment to teach private students to amplify my income. Unfortunately, I use the room towards the back, and its on the other side of the complex from lovely Lisa's window. It has the best light for a studio and I've added a comfortable dark leather couch and a few chairs for models to use. With the clouded sky, I didn't want Elle to be uncomfortable in the studio, so I boosted the floorboard heat even though it costs me a lot of money. I made some fresh hot coffee and got some great pastries for munchies if she wanted to indulge herself.

Elle arrived promptly at 11 and greeted me with a meek smile.

"Thanks for letting me come by on your day off, I really appreciate this," Elle said as she took off her winter coat and handed it to me.

"Is something wrong Elle, you look a bit sullen?" I asked, concerned about the young woman's mood. The young student had purposely not worn much clothing and was only adorned in a tee shirt and tight jeans. I was surprised she hadn't worn a bra either, she must feel comfortable being around other women, I thought. How nice!

"My mother told me I'd have to find a part time job soon, to help bring in some cash for the house, that's all. I have no idea of what to do for a part time job right now," Elle said pulling out her sketch pad and charcoals.

"Elle with your figure, you could do modeling and make some extra cash. I could put you in contact with a local artist who may hire you right away!"

"I'm not that comfortable taking off my clothes for strangers, Stacy. I've never done anything like that before," Elle said. "Especially for strange guys, it would be very weird for me!"

"Lisa is a good friend of mine who usually will only have you in the room so she can sketch you. There won't be any guys around, how's that sound?"

"That sounds okay to me, I'll give her a call and try it. Give me the woman's number before I leave," Deb said, as she set up her pad and charcoals ready to sketch.

I took a piece of paper and wrote down Lisa's number on it. I knew that once Lisa told her the address she would realize they were neighbors. Things could get interesting, I thought.

"Lisa is a fitness instructor and works out of her home and she wants to be an artist also, so she has sessions in her house, like I do, which are a lot of fun for everyone!"

Elle was appreciative of my interest in her monetary issue and took the lead and promised to check it out.

"Okay so lets forget about money and the outside world for a bit and concentrate on our art today! Since I could not get a model to pose for you today, we are going to draw from photos for a while," I said as I retrieved a thick book of nude photographs especially collated for use in my drawing classes. The book had many different black and white photos of young men and women posing nude in various standard poses. I asked Elle to choose a photograph, and she chose one of beautiful French woman with her legs splayed wide open in a comfortable chair. The woman was in her twenties and had long black hair which fell all over her svelte shoulders. Her perfectly shaped round breasts had quarter sized areola with erect nipples, and she looked as if she was casually touching her inner thigh. The woman's vagina was in shade but it was obvious that she had never shaved herself.

"This is a good place to begin, why don't we draw this woman and see how we do?" I said, as I grabbed my pad and charcoals too as I also intended to practice my sketching.

We worked in silence for a few hours and I discussed the shadings and contours that made the photo important and wanted Elle to grasp the concepts that would make her a better artist.

"Stacy you always make me feel so at ease around you, I am always amazed how much I learn from you in every class!" Elle said, as she sketched on.

"Well thank you, Elle, I really appreciate your kind words about my efforts in school," I couldn't help but noticed that Elle had not worn a bra and her nipples were very noticeable through the soft fabric of her sweater.

A while later, Elle was very annoyed with the way she drew the woman's torso and captured the posture. She had always had difficulty with sitting figures and this lovely woman was no exception.

I was much more distracted with how lovely Elle's body looked. I imagined Elle drawing her Mother with those lovely tits staring her in the face and became overly aroused.

"Stacy, I'm not sure I can draw much longer, my concept of this photo is changing drastically," Elle said in a frustrated voice.

"Do you think this woman's breasts look like that?" Elle asked.

"She has breasts like mine, in a way. Do you mind if I show you my breasts and you can compare them and maybe they will help you see them in three dimensions?" I asked her innocently.

"Sure, I'd love to see your breasts, Stacy."

I unbuttoned my shirt and revealed my perfectly round 36C tits to Elle. The young artist compared the photo to the lovely woman staring her in the face and made some corrections to her sketch. I couldn't take my eyes off of Elle, her breasts were firm and so inviting to my mind. Elle stared at my breasts as if she hadn't seen a mature woman's breasts up close before.I sensed that she secretly had always thought about caressing and kissing my body, especially during class time.