5 comments/ 47186 views/ 11 favorites Art Class with Julie By: JulieArt "Come look at my pictures," Julie called to me from the dorm hallway. Julie was an art major. We had been friends since the start of our freshmen year over a year ago. We both lived in the same coed dorm on the campus of a medium size Midwestern university. She lived in a suite on the second floor of the dorm with six other girls; I lived in a suite on the third floor with six other guys. As was typical for the college scene there was a lot of mingling amongst the residents. At any given time you might find a couple of guys hanging out in the girls' suite, watching television, doing homework, talking about school work. It was a great way to socialize, without feeling awkward about the girl/guy thing. Bedrooms were basically off limits unless you were invited in by the owner. Even that happened pretty often, not usually for anything sexual. I might wind up in a girl's room to have a quiet place to talk about calculus class, or just to have a more private conversation. But this time it was a little bit different. As I said, Julie was an art major. Even though I was studying business, I knew a little bit about art techniques and had given her some helpful suggestions in the past. But those discussions all happened out in the common living room. Julie had never asked me into her room in the past. Still, I was interested in her artwork and happy to look at her pictures. The pictures turned out to be photographs she had taken for a photography class. The assignment was self portraits. The pictures Julie showed me were contact prints, sort of like thumbnails on today's websites. I looked very closely to see what Julie had done. They were pictures of Julie in various poses holding a camera. I was stunned to see that in every picture she was topless. I looked closer. Yes, she was definitely showing me her breasts in these pictures. Julie wasn't a big girl; petite would probably best describe her. Probably a small B-cup. In the pictures it was clear that she had beautifully shaped aureoles surrounding smallish but very erect nipples. And she was looking right at me. Not looking at me from in the pictures, I mean standing next to me studying my reaction. "Julie, these are really excellent," I said, looking her right back in the eyes. Her face reddened slightly. "Thank you. I wasn't sure how you would feel about me showing them to you. You have always helped me in the past. I wanted you to see these because, well maybe you could make some suggestions, and also, I hoped you might like them. So they are also kind of a 'thank you'." I wasn't sure what to say. I had always thought of Julie as an attractive classmate, but never really thought about her sexually. Maybe that was about to change. "What can I say, Julie. Your composition is great. The lighting is terrific. And, the subject is really, well, exciting. I don't want to embarrass you. I know I should be looking at these pictures for their 'artistic merit.' But they really are a turn on." "Thanks. That last part makes me really happy." Before, she was just a friend asking me to take a look at her work, now everything had a different feel to it. I started looking at her a little more closely. I saw that she was wearing a red t-shirt dress which went about half way down her thighs. I also noticed that her nipples were pointing right out at me, so she wasn't wearing a bra. And now I even knew what those cute nipples looked like, thanks to the pictures she had shared with me. Clearly, she was also turned on by this conversation. I kept looking. Her legs were bare. She had on open toed sandals and her toenails were painted red. I loved looking at girls who thought about what their toes looked like. It had an exhibitionist feel to it. I guessed it was my turn to say something. Surly by now Julie could see that I was turned on by the whole situation. If my face didn't give me away, the growing bulge in my pants certainly did. "I'm always happy to help you. Any way I can." "Any way? Do you really mean that?" "Julie, I would want to help you even if you hadn't shared these pictures with me. Just ask." "Ok. My next assignment is to do a study in motion and form. I want you to be my model." "Like what, you want to take pictures of me running and jumping?" "That's not exactly what I had in mind." "Well, what were you thinking?" Julie hesitated, but only for two seconds while she looked me in the eye. "I want to take pictures of your cock. I want pictures of your cock when it's soft. I want pictures of your cock when it's hard. I want to pictures of you jerking off and I want a picture of you coming." I was speechless. Julie went on, "I won't get your face in any of the photos. We can avoid hide any other identifying marks...tattoos, scars whatever. I don't want to embarrass you or do anything to publicly expose you. I think you are really cute and I think you'll be great in these pictures. My idea is kind of out there. My teacher might throw me out of class for this one but I really want to do this. What d'ya say?" "Can I keep the pictures of you?" "That's why I gave them to you. Sort of an 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' deal." "Julie, let's do it. When do you want me?" "How about right now?" I wasn't quite expecting that answer, but then again I wasn't really prepared for any of this. I looked at Julie standing there, brown eyes, short brunette hair, those nipples staring at me and the red toe nails. What else could I say? "Let's get started." Julie seemed to expect this answer. She knew she had me hooked probably from the moment I walked into her bedroom. First she closed and locked the door. Neither one of us wanted anyone else strolling into the room. Next, she grabbed her camera, it was a Nikon SLR with a standard fifty millimeter lens and strobe attachment, about what you would expect from a college art student. I asked her what she wanted me to do first. "Just hold tight while I get everything set up." With that, she moved a chair out of the way, checked that the room lights were turned on but not casting any shadows and took a few light measurements. "I prefer you standing, but you can sit in a chair or lay on the bed if you would be more comfortable." I opted to stand, leaning slightly against the wall across from her bed. "Ok, let's get started," she said. "How about taking off your shirt and pants? Let's see how that looks." With that, I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my jeans. With all the activity and my nervousness, my hard-on had subsided. I was wearing plain old white Jockeys. She smiled at the site. "Let's just take a few pictures of this first," Julie said as she clicked away. "Ok, off with the underwear!" I pulled down my briefs to reveal my still flaccid cock. Julie kneeled down about four feet in front of me, giving her a perfect straight on view of everything I had to offer. Soft and dangling, my cock is about four inches long. My balls hang down just a little bit below. Everything was in full view for Julie. She took a few pictures like that and then moved to the side to take a few profile shots. I stopped thinking about Julie taking pictures and started thinking about standing there, naked in front of an attractive fully dressed girl. This thought started my cock stirring again. Julie noticed the change and took more pictures. I guess my growing erection was part of her "form in motion" project. I was happily obliging. When I was fully erect, standing out at about six inches, Julie moved back to the front on position. Again, kneeling down a few feet in front of my now erect cock. She kept clicking away, but I could also see that she was starting to breathe a little deeper. I guess Julie was enjoying this photo shoot as much as I was. I still hadn't touched myself. I had never before jerked off in front of another person; I wasn't so sure how this would go. Then I noticed that Julie had changed positions. Instead of kneeling in front of me, she was sitting on her butt, legs slightly spread and bent upward, her t-shirt dress pulled up slightly, fully exposing her panty covered crotch. I could see her white panties tightly stretched across her pussy. The dark shadow of her pubic hair was visible through the fabric. My eyes locked in between her legs. Without really thinking, I started stroking my cock, up and down with my right hand. Julie kept on taking pictures. My left hand reached down to stroke my balls. Julie's breath was getting more and more uneven. A little bit of pre-cum dripped from my slit. Julie slid herself closer to get a better shot. She also gave me a better view as her panties pulled slightly into the crack of her cunt. Now I was starting to get short of breath; stroking my cock faster and faster; keeping my eyes glued to her lips. Then she slid slightly over to the side. Sitting at an angle to me where she got a perfect view of the length of my dick and my hand stroking up and down. From this angle I could still stare at her panty covered pussy. I noticed that a small wet spot had appeared on her crotch. It slowly started to spread, highlighting even more the folds of her lips. This was more then I could stand. Pumping my fist faster and faster, my knees starting to buckle slightly, I whispered to Julie: "Get ready, I'm about to cum." Right after I said that I felt that tightening in my sphincter and my breath catch in my throat. Three gobs of cum shot out from my cock flying two feet straight out in front of me, right where Julie had been sitting before she moved to the side. Julie's camera was clicking and the strobe was flashing away until I squeezed the last bit of cum out of my knob. I again looked over at Julie. Holding the camera by her left side, she had closed her eyes. Then I noticed that she was slipping her free hand into her panties. The panties that were now soaked through and glistening with her juices. I saw the outline of her hand cover the top of her pussy lips and rub a few times. Julie arched her back, let out a little yelp as her whole body shuddered. Then she went slack as she sat there catching her breath. After a few moments during which we both settled down from our orgasms, Julie and I looked at each other and smiled. I never expected anything like this to happen when I first walked into her room. I wasn't really sure where this left us. Would we become lovers? Was this just a one time thing? Had we really even had sex together? We never touched each other and besides seeing her self portrait, I never saw more then a panty covered crotch. Julie stood up and came over to me. She smiled and said, "I think I got some really great shots all because of you. We'll see how they come out when I develop these rolls of film." Was that all she had to say? Was it all about the photographs? Then she continued, "That was really fantastic. You had me totally turned on. I hope you weren't too embarrassed. I want to think about what we just did. Maybe we can come up with some other things to do together. I have plenty more art classes ahead of me." The pictures came out great. She showed me the whole set. Julie decided not to submit them for her photography class assignment. That was Julie's and my first artistic adventure together. There were others, but those are for another time. Art Class with Julie Ch. 02 "New class. New assignment. Can you give me a hand?" Julie asked, popping her head into my dorm room. This wasn't the first time Julie had waned my help, and I didn't really think it was my "hand" she wanted. I didn't hesitate for a minute. "Sure," I said with a smile. "What do you need?" "Come on down to my room so I can show you what I'm working on." Julie is an art student at the same Midwestern university I attend. We are both sophomores and have lived in the same dormitory since we were newly arrived freshmen. During freshman year I helped Julie out on a few art assignments she had to do. It was mostly on how to figure out "perspective" to make drawings and models look more realistic. The last time she invited me to see her art work though, it turned into an erotically charged photo session with me jerking off in front of Julie, while she photographed the whole scene. I still get hard thinking about it. We hadn't done anything together since that afternoon two months ago. We shared a knowing glance and few sparkling smiles but that was about it. So I wasn't really expecting Julie's latest invitation. I followed Julie down the two flights of stairs to her dorm suite. On the way down I noticed that she was wearing tight fitting jeans with a man's button down shirt hanging out. Sandals highlighting her always painted toes completed the outfit. Julie was petite, about five feet tall with short brunette hair. Smallish tits with beautiful nipples, which I only know about because of the self portrait pictures she had shown me to kick off our last "art project". As we entered the living room of her suite she said, "Come on back, I have my new project in my bedroom." I think she mostly said this for the benefit of the other girls hanging around. It was typical for everyone to socialize in the living room, but much more unusual to be invited back into a bedroom. Announcing that this was for an art project was Julie's way of telling everyone else: "Don't get any ideas, he's just helping me do some class work." Right. "So what class is this for?" I asked as we entered her bedroom. "Drawing and Sketching," was her answer as she slowly closed the door behind her. Julie walked over to her desk and grabbed her sketch book. She came back over showing me her drawings as she flipped through the book. "Mostly I've been drawing the typical still life drawings. You know: apples, beer cans, wine bottles, a mannequin's hand, that sort of stuff." She said this as she worked her way through the sketch book. There were also a few trees and flowers she had drawn in the quadrangle. Then she stopped flipping the pages. She handed the book to me and said "here, take a look at the next couple and let me know what you think." So I flipped to the next page. On that page Julie had perfectly sketched a girl's crotch as if looking up from between her legs. With just a few lines she had shown the slight bulge of the pubic mound, and the thin lines of the inner lips peaking out. This was not a shaved pussy; there were wisps of pubic hair surrounding the lips and a trim triangle rising above. I swallowed hard. I had seen my share of pictures in men's magazines and also had a few experiences going down on a girl friend. So the sight wasn't new to me. But somehow Julie had caught the image perfectly. This was what a pussy looks like. I looked over at Julie and told her "I like this picture. I think you caught the perspective just right. Heck, I think you got everything just right." She flushed a little at that last comment. "Thanks. There are more drawings. Keep looking and let me know what you think." I turned the page again; same pussy, same angle, but there was a change. This time instead of just the thin lines of the lips showing, there was more flesh peeking out. I studied this drawing for a few more moments, and then went on to the next page. Now the inner lips were in full bloom. Like a flower fully opened up. Near the top of the lips Julie had sketched a little bud for the clitoris now slightly emerging out of its hood. On the next page, everything was the same but Julie had used her pencil to add texture giving the appearance of moisture covering the inner folds of the cunt. Looking at the picture you knew that this pussy had just orgasmed. I was almost speechless, and a little short of breath from looking at these drawings. I also had a hard on that would have exploded with the slightest touch. "These are unbelievable. Who was the model for these drawings?" I asked. Now Julie's face went bright red with blush. "That's me," she said. "I sat with a hand mirror on the floor between my legs and drew what I saw. The more I drew, the more exciting it became. You see the results. Do you think it looks realistic?" "Realistic?" I croaked. "Any more realistic and was going to start licking the page!" This brought a big smile to Julie's face. "Seriously Julie, this is really hot. These sketches are incredible. I don't think there is anything I could say or any suggestion I could make to improve them. So other then being an appreciative audience, what can I do to help?" "Another session as my subject," was her immediate response. "I want to draw your cock. You see that I'm pretty good capturing detail. I have my girl sketches now I want the boy sketches.. A matched set. I want to draw your penis when it's soft, and then as its getting harder, then fully erect, and if it can happen, I want to be able to draw your cock as you first start to cum. I know I have the photos from our last session, so I could probably draw something from those. But the angle isn't quite what I want. And I want these sketches to have more emotion. I think the sketches of me express my feelings at the time; I want to see if I can capture yours." I really didn't have to think about this twice. Julie had already seen me jerk off in the most erotic event of my life. This new request sounded like another exciting opportunity. "Ok, are we going to start right now?" "Sure," she said as she smiled at my acceptance.. "I have everything I need right here: sketch pad, pencils, good lighting, and I think we are both already a little bit 'into it', so we should just go ahead. I think you should take all of your clothes off this time because I will probably be sketching a little of your belly, too. Maybe you could sit in a chair and sort of lean back a bit. That will give me a perfect position to see everything I want to draw." So I pulled over her desk chair to sit on. Undressing in front of Julie was a little bit weird, but I had done it before. She had already seen everything I had to offer. Getting everything set up had sort of cooled down my excitement and softened up my cock. I sat on the chair and leaned back a bit as Julie had asked. With my legs spread slightly apart, my balls were clearly hanging down between my thighs. My dick is about four inches when it's soft, as it was right now. Julie walked around me a few times; looking at me from different angles. Then she pulled over a short stool so she could sit right in front of me. This gave her a great view of my balls, penis, pubic hair; I was pretty much fully exposed to her view. She started to sketch. At first she drew slowly, and then she started making bolder stronger lines. I wasn't really looking at what she was drawing; I was more watching her face as she focused. I noticed the tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips as she concentrated on her sketches. As she flipped to a clean page, my eyes drifted down to her shirt. I realized that someplace along the way, she had unbuttoned a few extra buttons. The shirt opened just enough to see the soft lines forming her small breasts. I couldn't actually see her nipples, but they were pressing out against the shirt, so I knew what I was missing. This sight had its effect on me. I started to get hard just as Julie started sketching on the new page. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to touch myself, but if Julie expected a cum shot, I was going to have to get started doing something soon. In the last session Julie watched as I furiously stroked my hard cock up and down to get to an orgasm. I decided this session should be a little more delicate. I reached down and started to squeeze and roll the head of my cock between my thumb and two fingers. "This is one of my favorite ways to masturbate," I told Julie. "It usually results in a great orgasm, but it takes a bit longer then stroking. I hope you don't mind the change." "This is perfect. It gives me a little extra time to sketch." As I started to rub my cock, my mind drifted back to the sketches Julie had made of her own pussy. I was thinking about her sitting in her room, legs spread, mirror positioned just so, as she slowly got more and more turned on, until she finally made herself cum. Was she thinking about how I would react to those drawings as she was coming? Did that thought help her make the sketches so realistic? I had told her I wanted to lick the picture, but really I wanted to lick her pussy. What would that taste like? How would she react when my tongue stroked along her flower petal lips? Would that be enough to make her cum? These thoughts were going through my mind as a got closer and closer to my own orgasm. I looked down at Julie again. She had flipped through a few more pages while I had been drifting through my fantasy. She was breathing harder, but not nearly as much so as I was. The head of my cock was purple from all the pressure building up. I started to squeeze the knob between my fingers tighter and tighter. "I want to see you cum. I'm ready to watch you shoot your load," Julie told me as she stared intently at what my hand was doing. Hearing her telling me to cum was more then I could stand. I couldn't hold back any longer. After one more roll of my fingers I opened up my hand and let the cum fly out of my cock. Shot after shot of thick milky cum jetted out. As I settled back down I realized that Julie had stopped sketching and was staring straight at my dick. When I was totally done, she looked down at her sketch book and furiously drew all the details of my orgasm. Her quick, sure pencil strokes produced the image of a raging cock right at the moment of release: the head shaded darker then the rest, the very tip opening slightly as the first bit of cum starts to escape. Anyone looking at that picture would have no question about what was going to happen. As she finished the sketch, Julie looked up at me. Then her hand went into her opened shirt. I saw that she was using her thumb and fingers to pinch her nipples, just as I had done to the head of my cock. Julie gasped, her head thrown back as she started to cum. She kept fondling her nipple; but not pressing as hard as she did to start off. Her orgasm must have lasted for at least two minutes with wave after wave of pleasure showing on her face. Eventually, she settled back down, sliding off the stool onto the floor to rest and catch her breath. I watched all of this, recording the image in my mind just as she had done to capture the image of my orgasm. After a few minutes we both started to get up. Of course, I was still completely naked, my cock limp and dripping with cum. Julie's shirt was still open, but she buttoned it as she stood up. We both smiled at each other. "Let me see the sketches," I said. She had done it again. The drawings were incredible. Simple lines showing a perfectly detailed cock. "I'm really impressed," I said. "Of course it was my cock so I should be impressed." We both chuckled at that. I started to get dressed. Julie tore out a page from her sketch book. It was one of the final drawings of her pussy; fully extended, post orgasmic, dripping with her juices. "Same deal as last time," she said. "I keep the pictures of yours and you get a picture of mine." And of course, I keep the memory of another hot afternoon with Julie. I took my picture and started out the door. "Let me know when you need more help with your homework. I'm happy to help you anytime." "Oh, don't worry," Julie said, "I'm sure there will be a next time." Art Class with Julie Ch. 03 "I need your help," Julie blurted out when she saw me sitting at the table. I looked at her a little surprised. This wasn't the first time Julie had asked for my help. In fact it was at the third time. Julie was a Fine Art major at the same Midwestern university I attended. We were both sophomores and had known each other and been friends since the start of freshmen year. I knew a little bit about art technique even though I was a pre-med student; so I would occasionally give Julie a hand solving some quirky problem with her art projects. The last two times, though, turned out to be very different. The first time ended up with me stripped of my pants, and jerking off for Julie's camera. The second time I was completely naked masturbating over a drawing Julie had done of her own pussy, while she watched and sketched my activities. We had never touched each other in a sexual way, in fact Julie had never even taken a piece of clothing off in front of me. I only got to enjoy the drawings and photos she showed me, but that was enough to send me over the moon. "Julie, are you sure we should be sitting here in the library discussing this?" I whispered to her, furtively glancing around to see if anyone might be close enough to hear our conversation. "No one else is around. And I really need to talk with you. Remember that last series of sketches? A few drawings of me and a few of you?" "Remember them? I think about them a couple of times a day, especially the ones of you." At this, Julie blushed a little; the ends of her lips turned up into a small smile. Julie has short brown hair, and slightly almond shaped brown eyes, so this little smile was particularly alluring. "Well I turned them in for my mid-term project...." "What? I thought you had decided not to submit any of those." "I decided not to submit the photographs from our first session. They seemed a little too...lurid. I couldn't risk getting tossed out of school for pornography. But the sketches were different. Didn't you think so too?" I agreed with her assessment, but Julie continued without waiting for my answer. "So I took the pictures of me and sort of matched them up side by side with pictures of you. You remember, my pussy in the first sketch just natural and relaxed; your cock when it was soft before things really got going. I put these in a portfolio with me on the left side and you on the right. The next page of the portfolio was my pussy starting to get a little excited and your cock starting to stiffen. Then me, fully aroused and you, fully aroused. Then those last sketches, right after I had cum, and just at the instant you were about to cum. Those were my favorites." They were my favorites, too. "I figured since they were sketches I could submit them to demonstrate what I was capable of doing," Julie said this meaning her 'technical capabilities.' Of course, I started thinking about what else Julie was 'capable of' and started to smile at the thought. Julie caught my smirk and punched my arm when she realized what she had said. "So, anyway, my drawing class instructor said the sketches were great. I got ninety eight on the mid-term. I'm not sure why I lost the two points, the Instructor wouldn't tell me, but it was the highest score in the class!" I was really happy for Julie. I know she had struggled a bit finding her way in the Fine Arts curriculum at the school. Finally, she seemed to have put together some work that showed her artistic skills. I could be a proud, too, as I was part of the show, so to speak. "So how can I help you now?" I asked. This was turning into one of my favorite questions with Julie. Julie took a new sketch book out of her portfolio case. This book was a little larger then the one she had used the last time. She slid the book across the library table at me. I looked around the area one more time to make sure no one else had drifted into our little section of the library and then I flipped open the book. The first time Julie showed me one of her class projects it was a series of self portrait photographs of her showing her naked breasts. The second time was the sketches of her pussy that she had subsequently submitted for her mid-term. Each time I was surprised that she was willing to expose herself to me that way. This time, though, was a different surprise. The sketch on the first page was of a partially undressed woman I did not recognize. The sketch captured the woman from about the middle of her neck down to her thighs. She was sitting on a tall stool. The woman's breasts were large and full with areolas that covered the front quarter of each breast. Her nipples were large and soft. Even though she was sitting, her breasts remained firm, with the lower half bowing down slightly under their own weight. The woman was wearing a longish jean skirt and had her shirt lying on her lap. All of this was captured beautifully in Julie's sketch. I knew right away that this wasn't Julie in the sketch. Julie is petite, with small lovely breasts. The woman in this sketch was at least six inches taller then Julie's five foot two inch height. "Go ahead, turn the page," Julie urged me. Now Julie was smiling at me. I don't know if that was because she was happy with the sketches or she enjoyed the effect it was having on me. She couldn't see the growing bulge in my pants, but she certainly noticed that my breath had started to quicken. I flipped over to the next page. This sketch had the same woman sitting on the same stool. But this time, the skirt was off, she was leaning back slightly, head tilted back so only her chin was visible above her collar bone. The woman's legs were parted showing a thong stretched tightly across her pussy, the outer lips forming a creased bulge in the fabric. I could have cum right then. It wouldn't have taken much. A slight rub on my cock would have done it. Julie seemed to realize this and slid the book a little bit away from me. That was enough to shake me out of my fantasy. I smiled again at Julie. "Those sketches are incredible. Are there more?" I asked. "No, that's it. Usually the school does not use live models in the sophomore drawing and sketching classes, especially nude models. But my instructor made an exception this once to see if I could repeat the kind of work I had submitted for the mid-term. This model wouldn't take off any more without another model in the room. That's why I need your help. I need you to be the other model. We don't have any funds to pay models for this class. There won't be any other students there. Just me, the instructor and my sketch pad. They don't know who you are, so you don't have to worry about being recognized. And I won't include your face in the drawings...I've gotten pretty good at not showing faces. You seem to like what you saw of that model. I don't really know what she'll do if you are in the room. So, are you up for it?" 'Up for it' was exactly what I was; hard as a rock in fact. I wasn't sure this was such a good idea, parading naked in front of more people, but I wanted to do this for Julie. And of course I was totally turned on by what I had seen so far. "I'm in. I know we aren't going to do this right here in the library. When and where is the class?" "Yea! That is so sweet of you to do this for me. We can go right now to the Art Building. I know my instructor is in the studio, so we should be able to get everything set up right away. Let's go!" I followed Julie out of the library and onto the quadrangle. Julie was dressed in a light colored casual pullover shirt and a pleated skirt that went down to her knees. She was looking very collegiate, except maybe for the open toed sandals and red polished toe nails peaking out. We strolled diagonally across the courtyard surrounded on all sides by the Gothic style University buildings. Students were lying about on the grass. Some were studying, others soaking up the sun, and a few groups sitting around just chatting. I wondered if any of those who saw me walking along with Julie could imagine where we were heading. I liked being seen walking with Julie. We would have made an attractive couple, except we weren't actually a couple, just two students helping each other out. We finally made it to the entrance of Bailer Hall, the Art School's main building. We went in and headed up a flight of stairs to the instructors' studios. These rooms were set aside as studios because of their large windows and excellent natural light. We knocked on the door and entered Julie's instructor's studio. I don't really know what I was expecting to see. I guess I had expected the instructor to be a skinny guy in his forties, probably with a beard and wire framed glasses, maybe a little bit fey. He would be hanging out in a studio surrounded by "art" projects, and paints, and easels; with all of these in total disarray. Boy did I get that wrong. Julie's instructor was a woman, in her thirties, longish blond hair, about five feet seven inches tall and very attractive. The studio was neat, well lit, with only a few easels around, everything was orderly and clean. In the center of the room was the stool that had been used for the model in Julie's sketch. There was another slightly shorter companion stool nearby. Some light Jazz music was playing quietly in the background. Julie and I walked in and she introduced me to her instructor, Theresa Andrews. We shook hands. Ms. Andrews kept her eyes on my face as we were introduced. I guessed that she wanted to check me out because she knew I was the model for the sketches Julie had submitted in her mid-term. In that regard, she didn't have to wonder too much about what I looked like naked. The situation made me think about what she might look like without her clothes. She was sort of tall with full breasts tenting out a loose fitting v-necked shirt. She was wearing a wrap around jeans skirt that went down just below her knees. I had seen that skirt before: Julie's first sketch, with the topless model still wearing the skirt. That was her instructor! I looked over at Julie with a quizzical look. "Uh, huh, Ms. Andrews offered to pose for me. She is the model in the two sketches I showed you in the library." My mind immediately raced back to the drawing of the thong stretched across the bulging vulva. I looked at Ms. Andrews and turned a little bit red. "I don't usually do that sort of thing," Ms. Andrews said quickly. "In fact, I've never modeled for a student before. When I was in college, I made money as a nude model, but that was to pay for my art supplies. Now I am usually on the other side of the easel. But when I saw Julie's work, I knew she had real talent and I wanted to see what she could do with a new subject. I'll even admit to you two that I got pretty turned on by that session. I had to 'take care of myself' after Julie left the studio. I hope my saying that doesn't embarrass you two, but it's pretty obvious from Julie's mid-term work that you both know what I mean." I guess I'm not the only one who gets turned on my Julie's art work. "I think we might need a few ground rules for today's studio session," Ms. Andrews continued. "First, I think you two should call me Terry. All things considered, we don't need to be as formal as using last names. Next, Julie, you should continue to keep our faces out of the sketches. That way you can display them in whatever forum you want to without concern for our privacy. This session will serve as your final exam, so you should do your best work. I'm ready to start, so let's begin." And with that, Ms. Andrews, Terry, pulled her shirt off over her head. She was wearing a flesh colored under wire bra. Her nipples made visible shadows in the thin fabric of the bra cups. Julie moved over to a drawing station, sat down and opened her sketch book. I could see she was trying to decide what to start with, and then dove in with her drawing. I knew Terry's breasts would be perfect. I had already seen them in Julie's sketches. I didn't wait for Terry to take off her bra before I started to undress. I unbuttoned my shirt, but decided to leave it on, opened in the front. Terry looked at me and nodded her appreciation. Julie was sketching away just off to the side of us. Terry sat down on the taller of the two stools. She reached behind her and took off the bra. I recognized those breasts immediately. Julie had captured their firm yet supple look perfectly. Terry was gorgeous, with her loose blond hair, blue eyes and those great tits. I prefer smaller breasts; by the photos I had seen of Julie's tits I knew hers would get my vote, but there was no denying the perfection of Terry's breasts. I moved over towards Terry, not exactly sure what I was supposed to do. The idea here was for the two of us to sort of work together with Julie capturing the scene in her sketches. I decided to take it slowly, stepping behind Terry and placing my hands gently on the lower half of her breasts. Not exactly cupping them and not touching her nipples. Terry leaned back slightly to make sure that Julie had a clear view of my hands on her breasts. We stayed like that for a few moments before Julie flipped the page. It was my turn to take something off. I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them. Today I was wearing my black thigh length Jockey underwear. I moved in front of Terry this time and leaned into her with my back against her chest, her skirt covered legs clamping me tightly in place. Terry put her hands into the side of my shorts and started to slip them down. Julie started drawing again and Terry took the cue to hold the position for a few moments. Then she finished the job pulling my shorts down below my butt. I reached down and pulled them the rest of the way off. I was standing there nearly naked, only my unbuttoned shirt left on. Terry was still sitting next to me on the stool with her skirt on. She hopped off of the stool to unwrap the long wrap around jeans skirt. As she did this she was looking over at Julie who was still sketching away. Terry and I both saw the same thing. Julie was sitting at the drawing station, focusing intently on her sketches, with her legs resting on a low chair in front of her. Her knees were slightly spread apart. We could both see the damp spot spreading across the crotch of her white panties. I turned my head to look at Terry. Her nipples had gone from smooth, lightly colored circles, to tightly cinched patches of dark brown, sticking up sharply from her tits. She had removed her skirt, tossing it onto a nearby chair. She was standing in front of me wearing lacy white thong underwear and nothing else. Terry wasn't the only one showing the effects of watching Julie. My cock had gone from a soft four inches to a fully erect six inches. I wasn't ready to explode yet, but I was definitely feeling good. Terry saw how my member was responding and told me to have a seat on the shorter stool. This put my head at about the level of her tits. She lifted up her butt and pulled the thong down her legs and kicked it off. With me facing her, I could see every pubic hair on Terry's trimmed triangle. She leaned back on her stool, and slowly spread her thighs. Now I could see those outer lips that had been bulging up in her thong. Terry kept looking back and forth between me and Julie's now soaked panties. As Terry did this, her pussy started to open like a flow blossoming before my eyes. Her inner lips spread open and I could see the first signs of moisture forming on her cunt. I moved in a little bit closer, settling her thighs on my shoulders so I could get in close. Terry put her hands on my head and held me a few inches away from her. I could see every crease in her cunt. Her blond pubic hairs were extended down only to the very top of her slit; her clitoris was poking out a quarter inch from its hood. I could smell the sweetness of her sex. At that moment I wanted nothing more then to be able to run my tongue up and down in her pussy. I needed to bury my face between her thighs. But she continued to hold my head at bay. I looked up at Terry and saw that she wasn't looking at me any more. Her attention was completely focused on Julie. Over the music, I could hear Terry's breath coming in deeper and deeper rasps, her pussy was getting wetter, with juice starting to drip down to her butt. I looked up again and realized that her eyes were slightly glazed over. She was panting, looking for release. I pulled myself back from her slightly so that she knew I wouldn't try to do down on her, as I really wanted to do. She took the opportunity to move her right hand to the top of her pubic mound, finger tips just barely extending down to her engorged clitoris, and started to make small circular rubbing motions. I immediately felt her legs tighten around my shoulders where they had been resting. Terry's hand started moving faster and her pussy seemed to start pulsing. I heard her moaning and saw that her eyes were now tightly shut. I could see that her pussy was vibrating from its own contractions as well as the movements from her hand. As Terry let out a little yelp and took a deep breath, three little drops of pussy juice dripped out of her cunt. A few moments later I felt Terry's body relax as her orgasm started to subside. My cock was now fully engaged. Terry told me to turn around in my seat and lean the back of my head against her crotch. I wasn't sure why she wanted this, but I complied willingly. As I did so, I realized that my new position did two things: First it gave me a perfect view of Julie and she of me; second it meant that Terry looking down over my head and chest had a view my cock from the same perspective as me. I took a moment to look at Julie. Her left hand had slipped into her panties where she was stroking herself even as her right hand continued to sketch. She looked up at me and smiled. That smile was as much of a turn on to me as having my mouth inches away from Terry's cunt. Now Terry had her hands on my shoulders, slightly rubbing them. It was time for me to turn my attention to my own needs. My cock had started to drip with pre-cum. Usually my pre-cum is just a little moisture that appears on the tip of my cock. Maybe it was the amount of time I spent watching Terry cum, but the head of my cock was coated with pre-cum and another drop was oozing out. I tilted my head back to see Terry staring down at my crotch, taking everything in with an artist's eye. I decided this was not the time for a long slow masturbation session. With that I gripped my cock in my right hand and started to stroke myself up and down. I settled my eyes on Julie's crotch with her stroking hand behind the fabric. I could feel myself getting ready to explode and I desperately wanted the release. I saw Julie's hand moving faster and faster and realized that she was about to cum too. I quickened my pace. Just as I felt my balls tighten and the head of my cock expand, Julie let out a cry of pleasure from across the room. I quickly started to come. One; two; three spurts of hot milky come shot out onto the studio floor. Terry's thighs squeezed my shoulders together to give me support. After a few moments, when my eyes could focus again, I looked over at Julie, slumped back slightly in her chair. I tilted my head up to see Terry smiling down at me over her still erect nipples. My hand dropped down to my side and I leaned back listening to the music and enjoying the pleasure of being with these two women. "I think we should probably straighten up a bit," Terry eventually said, a rasp catching in her voice. I sat up and looked around the studio. Terry's shirt, bra and skirt were hanging over a chair, but her thong had landed on the floor a few feet away. I still had my shirt on but my pants and underwear were sitting in a pile on a table. Julie was fully clothed, and she was furiously working on one last sketch. Art Class with Julie Ch. 03 Terry got up, put on her bra, pulled her shirt on over her head, and then wrapped the jean skirt back around her waist. The thong she stuffed into a pocket. I pulled on my underwear and jeans, and buttoned my shirt. We both then walked over to see Julie's sketches. Julie quickly flipped back to the start of the session, to the first sketch of the day. She had sketched Terry's tits, still confined by her bra, nipples showing through. The next picture was my torso, shirt opened, belly bare. Then Terry's tits fully exposed. My hands were visible underneath caressing the soft undersides of her breasts. The nipples were darkened and starting to harden. I wanted to caress them again right on the drawing. "These are excellent, Julie," Terry said with obvious admiration. "You've definitely got your sketching technique down perfectly. Show us more!" The next page was my semi-soft cock. Julie seems to really have a feel for my cock, so to speak. Terry was smiling at this picture and Julie was enjoying showing it off. I stayed quiet for this one. The next picture was Terry pulling down her thong. This may have been the most erotic picture of the set. You couldn't see her face, but everything about her body said 'I'm ready for sex.' The next set showed the back of my head being held by Terry's hands up in front of her fully engorged pussy. It was all right there: her clitoris poking out visible over the top of my head, her fingers grabbing my head, the obvious engorgement of her small inner pussy lips, the moisture beading up in the crack of her cunt. We all stared at this picture for a moment, then collectively sighed and moved on to the next. This one was me; body facing forward; head tilted back in Terry's lap; my cock fully engaged by my pistoning hand; Terry's hands resting on my shoulders, giving a loving caress to me before I came. Then finally was a sketch of my cock at the moment of ejaculation; threads of cum arcing outward. The tip of my dick was slightly opened as the next shot emerges. "Wow," Terry blurted out. "It looks like he's going to shoot his cum right out of the picture. You really caught the moment. I wasn't so sure about your skills from the portfolio you submitted at mid-term. I mean the drawings were great. Really great. But I needed to make sure they were yours. Now I know for sure. You've got real talent. You get a 100 on this final exam and I hope you will keep taking classes with me in the future. I want to see what you do next." Julie was beaming with pride but showing a little exhaustion as well. She had worked really hard to get those drawings done, not to mention the energy she used up with that final orgasm. "Thanks, Terry. Coming from you that is a big compliment. You are the most talented instructor at this school. Everyone knows that. I've already signed up for your painting class next semester. But I still have one question. Why did I get a ninety eight on the mid-term? Why did you take off two points?" "Oh, that," Terry chuckled a little shyly. "Well, I don't get many sketches turned in that are as explicit as the one you did. And both male and female images too! I wasn't sure if you were maybe flirting with me a little bit. I sort of hoped so. You are really sexy and some of those drawings you made of yourself had me dripping. I took off those two points so you would come and talk to me about it. That's what led to the first session when you sketched me, remember? I thought you might figure out that I like being with other women. But today, seeing how the two of you were working together and watching each other, I realized that you probably aren't interested in a thirty two year old woman. You've got a very nice twenty year old guy to keep you happy. That's great because you two really are cute together." That explained why she wouldn't let me go down on her during the session: she prefers girls and she didn't want to make Julie jealous. Julie's eyes flashed at me and then down at her sketch book. I think she was a little bit embarrassed by what Terry said about the two of us. I felt I needed to say something to sort of change the topic. "Hey, Julie, I have a question for you. The first time we did this, I got to keep a photo of you from your self portrait series. The second time you gave me one of your pussy sketches. What am I getting as a souvenir of today?" "I've got this one covered," Terry said. She reached into her pocket, pulled out her thong and gave it to me along with a sisterly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for letting me watch you. I'm going to have to sketch out some of my memories from today. You've given me a lot to work with." Art Class with Julie Ch. 04 "I need your help," Julie told me while our whole gang of friends was watching "Halloween" on the big screen TV in the girls' suite living room. We were a group of twelve college sophomores—six guys, six gals—living in two suites. There was a lot of intermingling and close friendships, but not really any serious relationships. As I stood up to go with Julie, everyone in the room looked over at us and sort of rolled their eyes. Julie and I were the two "serious students" who actually liked studying. We were heading back to the bedrooms to study rather then finish watching the movie. Well, that's not really what we were off to do. This wasn't the first time Julie had asked me for help. She was an Art major and I was pre-med, but I could still help her figure out some of the quirks in her art work to make her class projects better. The last few times she had asked for my help it had ended in some serious erotica. It had gotten so I looked forward to being asked; partly for the pleasure I knew was to come, but also because I had started to really enjoy Julie's company. After we entered her bedroom, I hopped onto her bed and Julie pulled up a chair next to me. Julie was wearing that t-shirt dress of hers; the one that drove me wild during our photo shoot a few weeks back. The thin fabric of the dress highlighted her small breasts, the hem falling down to mid-thigh. With her short cut brown hair, and slightly almond shaped brown eyes, I could sit and watch her all day. Except for her red polished toe nails visible today because she was walking around the dorm barefoot. Those red polished nails would drive me just too wild to just sit and watch her. I always thought a girl who takes such care with her toes must want someone to notice the rest of her. "I'm having a problem putting together my portfolio," Julie said with a look of consternation on her face. "What do you mean," I asked, a little bit surprised, "you've got a whole series of really great work to include. Even your instructor Terry said so. What more do you need to make it complete? Tell me. You know I will help you in any way I can." "Well, why don't you take a look at the portfolio? Flip through it, see how it strikes you. I feel there is something missing, but I don't want to tell you what it is just yet. You look at it without me biasing your opinion and then we can talk about changes." That seemed like a good suggestion. I knew by heart pretty much everything in the portfolio. Heck, I was the subject of half of Julie's best work. So maybe looking at the whole package from start to finish would help me see what I had missed. "Sure, let's do that. Do you have the portfolio here?" I asked. "Of course, I always keep it close by." Julie walked over to her desk and grabbed the large black covered portfolio book off her desk. She handed it to me and sat back down in the chair which she had adjusted to face me. I noticed that she slid her left leg up under her right leg on the chair. I figured she was settling in to be comfortable while I looked through the book. I started to flip through the book. The first few pages were what you would expect from a sophomores portfolio: still life sketches of bottles and fruit, drawings of trees and landscapes, isolated facial features like eyes, noses, ears, and a few photos of campus architecture. Julie was very talented, but this sort of stuff wasn't her real strength, so I kept turning until I found what I knew would be there. The first series of interesting work was from Julie's self-portrait photography session. These were the pictures that first changed our relationship from my being a mere "advisor", to something a little more involved. The pictures in the series showed Julie holding a flashing camera (she had clearly taken these pictures by looking in a mirror), and she was topless. No shirt, no bra, no hands covering her breasts. These were clearly focused images that highlighted her beautifully shaped small breast. Her areolas were a little darker then the rest of her skin, ending in short, hardened nipples pointing out at the viewer. In the photos Julie is looking out as if trying to see what you were thinking while looking at her. Julie had given me one of these pictures as a keepsake following our little photo session; I took it out occasionally to look at when I needed a boost. Next came the pictures of me; well, of my cock really. Julie had taken a series of photographs in which she managed to keep my identity hidden—unless someone recognized my penis— but my privates fully on view. I was surprised she included these photos in the portfolio. The first few were relatively tame: my limp cock, then slowly hardening and becoming fully erect. But the last two were pretty hard core as the head of my cock was visibly ready to explode with a shower of cum. I flipped on to the next page. "I think these are your favorites," Julie said from her chair in front of me. I had almost forgotten she was sitting there. I looked up at her and smiled. As my eyes moved back to the portfolio, I caught a glimpse of her white panties peaking out between her thighs, the leg folded under her pulling her skirt back a bit. The white panties was as much as I had ever seen in "real life" of Julie's crotch. I sighed and continued my review of the portfolio. The 'favorites' were the sketches of Julie's pussy. A series of "his and hers" sketches that included Julie's drawings of my cock juxtaposed with sketches of her pussy. Julie's pussy sketches showed her cunt going from calmly relaxed to fully blossomed to post orgasmic. The final sketch showed her cunt with inner lips fully engorged, pussy juices dripping down her crack, clitoris fully emerged from its hood. Yes, this last was my favorite. Looking through this section made my hands tremble a little and my breath quicken. I looked over towards Julie, this time stopping briefly to stare at the exposed white panties. As I had seen with her at other times, a wet spot had formed on the fabric covering the crease of her cunt. My eyes continued up to look at her face. Her smile left me wanting more. Next came the "studio" sketches. Julie had enticed me into a studio modeling session by showing me a sketch of a very hot, nearly naked woman I would be working with. The model turned out to be Terry, her drawing instructor. We had spent an erotically charged afternoon; me posing with Terry, Julie sketching everything she saw. The best part was when Terry held my face inches away from her dripping cunt while she brought herself to orgasm. For better or worse, Terry was more interested in Julie then in having a guy go down on her. Still, she turned out to be a really good person, not putting any unwanted moves on Julie, and saying that she didn't want to do anything that would come between me and Julie. The final sketch in the book was of me, leaning back against Terry, head tilted back towards her crotch, my cock shown right after I had finished cumming. And that was the end of the book. I knew what I wanted to see, but I didn't know what Julie was looking for. We had both enjoyed ourselves in each of the sessions. That came through clearly in the images. I was ready for more; I wanted to make love with Julie. I looked over at her sitting in her chair. She was staring at me now with a quizzical look. I think she wasn't sure what to say, just as I wasn't sure what to suggest. I was about to ask if she had any thoughts when she said: "Do you like my toe nails? The red I mean. Do you think it's ok that I spend time making my feet look pretty? Really, who even looks at toes anyway?" "Toes?" I said, sounding more like a frog then a twenty year old college student. "Yes, silly, toes. Have you ever noticed my toes?" I looked over at her right foot, her left still being tucked underneath her. "As a matter of fact, I have noticed your toes. You usually wear those opened toed sandals. Of course I've noticed that your toe nails are painted this color. I've noticed a lot of things about you." "Oh, like what?" "I've noticed that the edges of your lips turn up just a little bit when you smile. I've noticed that the tip of your tongue sticks out when you are really concentrating on your art work. I've noticed that you dress in nice clothing. I've noticed a lot." "Come on, is that it?" "No, I've noticed that your face gets a little flushed when we start talking. And sometimes you seem to get a little short of breath when we are together." "Hmm, I've noticed that part too. What else is there?" "Well," I stammered, making the decision to push along deeper, "even though you've kept your top on in front of me, I've noticed that your nipples get really hard during our sessions." "You must have been looking very closely. Anything else?" "You usually wear white panties," I said. "Do you like white panties?" she asked. "I love them; on you." "Why do you like my white panties?" "Because they get wet. I think you get excited and your panties get wet and it makes me hard just thinking about it," I said as my breath really started to quicken. "Well that's why you like to look at my panties. Have you noticed anything else?" "You always stay clothed while we are together, but from that sketch you gave me I think you have a beautiful pussy." Now Julie's was starting to squirm a bit in her chair. She unfolded her leg and raised her foot onto the bed. Spreading her bent legs wider then I had ever seen them. "Do you think my white panties look pretty now?" she asked me. I could clearly see that she had soaked through the thin fabric. Her dark pubic hair was visibly highlighted above her mound. "I think they look great, but I would love to see more." "I want to show you more. How about if I take off my dress while you strip down to your bare behind?" I didn't even need to answer. I just started unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it off while Julie watched me. Then I rolled back slightly to lift up my legs, sliding my jeans off onto the floor. Next came off my underpants. This was all easy for me; Julie had seen me in every state of undress before so there was no need for to be modest. I was completely naked, sitting on the bed in front of Julie whose legs were still perched up on the side, spread open, showing her pantied crotch. She stood up and in one quick movement slid the t-shirt dress over her head. "How's that?" Julie asked me as she sat back down. She was now dressed only in her panties and bra. She had her legs back up on the bed; spread to show off her wet crotch; feet pointed towards me to admire her red toe nails. "Better, I guess." Julie chuckled. "Oh, have you noticed something new? Or is there something else you want me to do?" "I've noticed that how your nipples show up against the sheer fabric of your bra," I said. "Yes, they do. Let's change that too." And she reached between her breasts and unsnapped the hook holding her bra together. She slowly pulled the two sides apart, pulled the bra away from her and tossed it on the floor. This was the first time I had seen her tits. I wanted to reach out and caress each one. They were soft white, smoothly sloping on the top side, pulled up towards the nipple, with a little bulge below. Each one was a small handful, but not much more. Her nipples were hardened and had little bumps on them. My cock responded by becoming rock hard. "Your breasts are wonderful. I could look at them for hours." "Is that what you want to do?" Julie asked me squonching up her face as she said it. "No. I think I can come up with other things to keep us busy. Aren't you worried that you might ruin those panties? I've been noticing how wet they are getting." "You are observant! I guess I could do something about that too." She stood up and pulled down her panties, kind of looked at how wet they were, smiled at me, and tossed the panties aside. "You were right; they did get pretty wet." Now completely naked, Julie sat back down on her chair. She raised legs back up to rest her feet on the bed, but kept her knees together. Was she teasing me? Would she keep me away from her womanhood for ever? I wasn't sure what to do next, so I reached out and caressed her feet. "Yes," I said, "you did a beautiful job painting your toe nails." I could have been Ali Baba saying "Open Sesame," because after I complimented her on her toe nails, Julie spread her knees as wide as they would go. Her pussy lips spread open to me, her clit showing through the dark pubic hair reaching down from her trimmed triangle. I could see how wet she really was, as every crease and crevice of her cunt glistened. Then she quickly skootched off of the chair, onto the bed. We sat there face to face. My cock as hard as it has ever been; Julie's leg's spread wide for my pleasure. "Julie," I said, "three times now we've watched each other cum. We've never even touched each other. I want to do more then jerk off looking at you. Are you ok with that?" Julie smiled and reached down towards her crotch. She ran her finger along the wet crack of her cunt. I thought she was going to start rubbing herself and that we would in deed end up stroking myself off; but then she lifted her wetted finger to my lips and let me lick her pussy juice from it. I closed my eyes as I did this, savoring the flavor and the memory. Then she leaned back on the bed, reached up to grab my head, and directed my face into her crotch. * * * * Two days later, Julie stopped by my room carrying her portfolio. "I'm done," she said. "I've added a few more sketches and I think that's all I need. Here, take a look." She opened the book to the newest page, skipping over all the pictures I already knew so well. The first new sketch showed a woman's index finger pointing upward being licked by a man's tongue. The fingers were soft and glistening. The second drawing showed the top of a man's head, a small pubic patch and a flat belly viewed from over small pointed breasts. The last sketch showed a pair of man's hands caressing a woman's foot, the toe nails painted. Since the drawing was in black in white, there was no color on the toes, but I knew they were red. This was my favorite drawing of all.