This story is a work of fiction (unfortunately), and the characters contained within are completely made up. Do not read if you are under 18. Email if you have comments, suggestions, etc!
Painting Class
With my first exhibitionist adventure still fresh in my mind, it wasn't long before I was planning my next one. My roommate Danielle and I had gone to the Visual Art building one evening, to see a show containing the work of a mutual friend. Danielle, it turned out, was really into this whole art thing, and was soon wandering the building enthralled, gazing open-mouthed at all the artwork. Myself, I grew bored fairly quickly, and found myself reading all the posters and flyers on the bulletin boards to keep myself amused. I drew in a sharp breath as I read the innocent-looking green flyer tacked to the bottom corner of one of the boards. It read: "Models wanted, for figure drawing class. No experience necessary". I began to feel that same terrified, yet aroused feeling. My last experience had been exhilarating, but did I have the nerve to go through with something like this? We weren't talking about some middle-aged female professor and a camera anymore...this would involve a room full of my fellow students. Hell, I might even KNOW some of them! I ripped the flyer off the board in a quick motion, and stuffed it in my pocket. Then I continued to casually wander around the exhibit, pretending nothing was amiss. That night, I sent a message to the email address listed on the flyer, indicating my interest. The next morning, I had a message in my inbox from the prof who ran the classes. The message thanked me for my interest, explained a few of the procedures which would be involved, and saying that I was welcome to stop into the next class - tomorrow night - if I was still interested.
Once again, the time waiting for my appointment seemed to crawl by, but somehow I managed to make it to the big evening without having a nervous breakdown. I waited until Danielle left for her night class (who in their right mind would sign up for a THREE HOUR class at nighttime?!?), and then I slipped out of the dorm and made my way to the Visual Art building. I arrived just as the class was setting up. The prof greeted me, and said that I was welcome to sit in and watch for the first little while before deciding whether I wanted to participate or not. I agreed that this was a good idea, so I took a seat at the back of the room. The class began rather informally, and after a few brief remarks the professor called the first model. As the girl in the bathrobe made her way to the middle of the room, my jaw dropped. I knew her! Well, not really well, but I knew that her name was Sarah, and that she lived on the floor beneath mine. I'd been expecting to see someone naked tonight, but I hadn't figured it would be someone I knew! The professor introduced her to the class, and she nonchalantly undid the robe and took it off. I shivered involuntarily, thinking how that must feel. She assumed a pose, and everybody began to draw. As for me, I passed the time curiously looking at her naked body. This was the first time I'd ever seen another woman completely naked before me, and I couldn't help being fascinated. She was quite pretty, about 5'4 with dark hair, and her breasts (which were slightly smaller than my own) were made even more prominent by her large, dark nipples. After about ten minutes of various poses, the prof announced that the class could take a five-minute break. Sarah put her robe back on, and disappeared behind a screen in the opposite corner of the room. As the students milled about, the prof approached me and asked if I'd like to give it a try. My heart was pounding with fear, but I shyly nodded. He led me to a second screen like the one Sarah was now behind, and asked me to undress, and to put on the bathrobe which was hanging there. Then he left. My limbs felt like rubber as I slowly stripped. I piled my clothes in the corner, and numbly put on the bathrobe. I peeked around the screen, trying to decide what I was supposed to do next. The class was settling back down, so I stepped out from behind the screen and waited for them to be ready. After a minute, the professor went to the middle of the room, and made a few more art-related remarks to his students. Then he called me to the middle, and introduced me to everyone. He explained that it was my first time doing this, so we'd only be doing one pose. Then he told me that we were ready to begin. Numbly, I reached for the ties on the robe and undid them. I slowly pulled off the robe and laid it on the floor next to me, trying not to tremble. The open air of the room felt strange on my naked body, and I felt my nipples harden instantly. The prof directed me into a pose, and everyone began to draw. I couldn't believe it - I was actually doing it! I was naked in front of a crowd of people! I glanced around, careful not to move my head. I didn't recognize any faces, which made me glad. But as I glanced the other way, I saw that Sarah, now fully clothed, was sitting towards the back of the room watching intently. She seemed to be studying my naked body just as hard as I'd studied hers. I could feel her eyes - and the eyes of everyone in the room - traveling up and down my body, staring at my bare breasts, making their way down my belly to my very wet vulva. I was still a little bit scared, but was I ever turned on! After about five minutes (and just as my back was beginning to cramp from holding still so long), the professor said that I'd posed enough for today. As I put back on the robe, he thanked me warmly for joining them, and said that he hoped I'd be back another time. I went back behind the screen, put my clothes back on, and headed home.
I returned to my room barely able to contain my arousal. My hallway was empty, so I was already beginning to unzip my pants as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. As I did so, I heard a small yelp. Danielle was home too! I sat down on the bed quickly, hoping it wasn't obvious that my pants were undone. Then I noticed that she was blushing, and pulling up her own pants. "Geez, I'm sorry! I didn't know you were in!" "My class was canceled, and I was just...uh..." "Don't worry about it. I do it all the time. In fact, I was just about to do it now." She froze and looked at me, slightly confused. "You were...?" I stood up, and showed her that my pants were already unzipped. "I've had an interesting night." I said. I told her where I'd been, and what it had felt like to stand naked in front of a crowd of strangers. When she didn't say anything, I took a deep breath and told her about the med school photo shoot, a week earlier. She looked at me with awe. "Wow! I'd be way too scared to show anyone my body! It sounds exciting, though." An awkward silence hung over the room. My pussy was still throbbing and in need of attention. I took a deep breath, and broke the silence. "Danielle, after that class I really need to masturbate. You don't mind if I...uh...touch myself while you're in the room, do you?" She blushed, and look away. "No, go ahead. Is it okay if I...?" I smiled. "Sure. We can masturbate together, if you like." She didn't answer, but from the look on her face I could tell that she was interested. I figured the first move was up to me, so I slowly finished removing my pants, and sat down on the bed before her in just panties and T-shirt. She fumbled with her pants, and finally managed to get them off too. She sat up, facing me, with her legs clenched together. I reached down between my spread legs, and started rubbing my clit through my panties.
For the second time today, I couldn't believe what I was doing. First I had posed nude for a room full of strangers, and now I was masturbating with another woman! Danielle was watching my hand as I stroked myself up and down. After a minute of watching, she hesitantly spread her own legs apart, and moved her hand down between them. She smiled as her hand rubbed against her clit...she was enjoying this too! I decided it was time to step things up a bit, so I pulled my panties aside, baring my vulva. Danielle gasped, and I slid my fingers through my wet slit. She started rubbing herself even harder. "Come on!" I whispered, "I want to see yours too!" She smiled nervously, then slid her own panties aside. Her pubic hair was as red as the hair on her head, and her lips covered everything else completely. She pulled the two folds of skin back, and I saw the wet pink of her vagina. I could tell that she was VERY wet. There was a soft sucking noise as she plunged her index finger deep into her vagina, and I could see that her eyes were still on me. So, I did my best to make things interesting for her. I stroked my inner thighs, slowly moving my fingers closer and closer inward. When I got to my lips, I spread them as wide as I could, and rubbed the inside of them with my index fingers. Then I slipped two fingers inside myself, and focused my other hand on my clit. Danielle was starting to moan softly, clearly enjoying my little show. After a minute, she whispered "can I...can I touch yours?" I nodded without even thinking. This was feeling so good I had no reason to want things to stop. I pulled my panties all the way off, and spread myself in front of her. She kept her left hand on herself, and hesitantly moved her right hand to my genitals. The feeling of another person's fingers on my private parts was absolutely amazing, and I moaned loudly. First she rubbed my clit with two fingers, then began to explore me. I lay back on the bed and let her masturbate me. She proved to be really good at it, and I came quickly with her finger in my vagina. She pulled out, and I lay there gasping, letting the feeling subside. But Danielle wasn't finished yet. She jumped up and pulled off her panties, as well as her shirt and bra. She sat down again and spread herself. "Do me now!" I wasn't about to say no. So I sat back up and leaned down between her legs. I could smell her pussy from a few feet away. I reached out my right hand, and stroked her soft inner thighs, circling up her belly and back down again, carefully avoiding her vulva. Her breathing grew faster, and she started to thrust her hips. I circled twice more, making my route smaller and smaller each time, getting closer and closer to her pussy.
The third time, I paused at the top of the pattern, and suddenly slid my finger straight down, brushing her swollen clit and slipping between the wet folds of her slit. She bit back a moan (we did live in the dorm, after all.
It wouldn't do for our neighbors to hear!) and started squeezing her pink nipples between her fingers. I spread her lips apart, and stroked the opening of her vagina with my left hand. My right thumb was massaging her clit, and she was moving her hips in time to my strokes. Without slowing down, I slipped my left index finger into her dripping hole, and her whole body shook. I could feel her hot, tight vagina around my finger, quivering with pleasure. I lightly pressed against her G-spot, and she finally went over the edge. Her warm vagina started to spasm around my finger, and she just barely held back another moan of ecstasy. It was fascinating and arousing to watch another woman have an orgasm right in front of me, and even more exciting to know that I had caused it. After about thirty seconds, her breathing began to slow down again, and the contractions in her vagina stopped. She lay back on the bed, trying to catch her breath. I pulled my finger out of her and sat next to her, admiring how beautiful she was in her moment of climax. This had been a REALLY interesting night of experiments, and I only hoped there would be more to come...