Thread: Nude Model x Artist [Fishy and Angelic.]

Audrey heard the shuffling of the soft fabric of his robe, hearing him discard it on the floor. She heard all of her classmates pick up their pencils and start to furiously draw on the paper. She couldn't even look up. She whispered to herself, Babysteps. Babysteps. Picking up her lucky pencil on the edge of the canvas, her hand started to tremble. She had never seen a man naked before. Aside from her brother who she bathed, he was only two. This was different. Breathe. Breathe. She told herself, as sweat began to gather on her pencil. There was only a limited time before class was over. She had to get something done. And, she had to start drawing now. Her drawings weren't something that she could whiz up in twenty minutes. It took her hours to perfect. She just did a basic sketch during class before adding colors, defining the lines, the structure at home. Nothing prepared for what she saw. She surveyed the class one more time, just watching her classmates furiously draw on the paper, an effort to stall. Seeing as that wasn't going to work, she looked up at him, gazing at him for a few minutes, refusing to look past his waist. She could see the imprint of his boxers against his waist, and then she, along with her classmates, began to draw. Constantly, she could feel a faint blush stained against her usual pale face, it irritated her. Ignoring her stomach's plea for food, sustenance, she began to draw with her gray pencil, curves, lines, the mutual expression he had on his face, the muscles in his arms, the way his eyes shone in the light, the sunlight streaming through the window. Hm. Even though it was mutual, she felt like he was angry at something. But, she always thought that. She didn't like it when people didn't smile, it just made their expression more fierce, more intimidating. Like she needed something else to worry about. She realized that she smelled something on him. It was an awful odour. She knew that smell anywhere. Cigarette smoke. It was disgusting. Just the act itself was completely disgusting. She was suddenly grateful that she hadn't eaten anything. If she had, she would have gotten sick very soon. Focusing on the outline of his chest, the hardened nipples against the cool air, she breathed slowly, constantly looking up at him and then back down at her stained paper, stained with pencil marks, a rough outline. She still hadn't dared to look lower, past his waist. The clock was ticking. It was the only sound that remained consistent in the room. It was annoying. She couldn't bear to indulge in her curiousity, and look up at the clock, to see how much she had left. Scowling, she slowly looked farther down his hips, letting out an audible gasp once she saw his dick. Blushing furiously, she made herself continue to look past it, and toward the structure of his legs, until she reached his toes. She refused to look back at him again, and during this time, she just scribbled what she had seen. Unwilling to admit it, she liked what she saw. She was curious, having never seen a fully grown man naked before, she was surprised to find out that he looked so handsome. Even with all the cigarette smoke that made her scowl before, the smoke that was still in the room, making her cough.