by LynoXes
The Art Course
LynoXes
The Art Course
It was during the last weeks of the summer semester. The sun smiled at the shining blue sky. Of course, this put Leonie into a good mood, as she joyfully strolled through the park to her university. Occasionally, some rays of sunlight would gleam through the treetops to caress Leonie’s long, brown hair, which she wore loose as usual. The scarcely cut denim hot pants clasped her hips, and her shirt emphasized her feminine shape while looking casual. As always, she wore her bag on her shoulder; in it, one could find a notebook and various drawing materials, which Leonie was going to need soon.
The art course she was about to visit was a significant part of her studies, and to her surprise, more than half of the enrolled students were male. Not a fact Leonie had a problem with. Her girlfriends, who were studying for a teaching profession, were always annoyed by the low rate of fellow male students. Leonie, on the other hand, was surrounded by attractive, educated men, and had free choosing — if it wasn’t for her shyness. Every time she met a cute guy, she had no idea what to say, and before she knew it, the chance of a potential flirting was already gone.
As Leonie arrived in the lecture hall, most of her fellow students were already there and had taken their seats. The lecture hall was designed to fit 300 students, yet the art course only comprised 30 students, all of which seated themselves in the first two rows, as usual, to have a better view. Leonie sat down in one of the last free spots in the first row and looked around. Next to her sat her best friend Melanie, who had dreamed for a long time of taking part in this study, just like Leonie.
Another girl, Sophia, sat down at the opposite end of the row. Since the beginning of the course, Sophia and Leonie had a dislike for one another, yet it was a mystery to Leonie why that was the case. Perhaps it was to blame on Sophia’s condescending nature against everyone who didn’t share her opinion. It made Leonie sick. She quickly turned her eyes away from Sophia and caught sight of Thomas.
Dreamy as usual, he was glancing around aimlessly, as he ran one of his hands through his messy hair. Yes, this guy was to her liking, yet however close he was to her, the further away he seemed at the same time. Leonie sighed as she opened her bag to take out all the needed drawing materials.
At that moment, Victoria Lenz, the lecturer of the course, arrived. She only graduated from the same program less than three years ago, which was why she offered everyone to call her by her first name. This created a pleasant atmosphere. She looked through the rows, smiling; with a course of such small size, she could quickly recognize that everyone was present.
Then she began the ninety-minute long class: “The topic we will engage in for these last two weeks — is the nude.”
Silence spread throughout the hall.
Despite the friendly, communal relations within the group, the lecturer never faced any disciplinary issues. There were a few times where she needed to remind a few students to stop talking, but that was it. At that moment, though, there was not only silence, but also tension, and everybody in the room could feel it. Drawing nudes promised to see people naked and for a prolonged period.
“As you know, the faculty doesn’t have the necessary means to hire a model, and, as expected, nobody volunteered either.” For a short moment, she paused, and a few students were already sensing where all these explanations would lead to.
“At the beginning of this course, all of you gave written consent to serve as a model, should it be required,” Miss Lenz reminded her students. It happened a few times that some of the students posed as models, yet always fully clothed. “Besides, you all are aware of the consequences, in case you oppose.”
For a moment, the lecturer looked into the faces of her students in front of her. Everyone knew, they’d be disallowed to continue the course, should they be picked as a model and deny the task. The sword of Damocles was hovering over all of them, and so the lecturer almost felt sorry for having to enable pressure and force, but she also knew there was no other solution.
“Well, because I don’t just want to appoint someone,” she explained, “fortune will decide.”
Thus, she grabbed a bunch of scraps of paper out of her purse, on which, apparently, the names of all students were noted. She carefully spread the scraps on the table in front of her, with the letters facing down. She then slowly walked in front of the first row and stopped next to Sophia. As class representative, it was her task to be lady luck.
As Sophia walked towards the table, everybody followed her with a nervous glance. In the meantime, Miss Lenz began to lecture on nude art, yet due to the tense atmosphere, nobody had the nerve to listen to her. Indecisively, Sophia stood in front of the table and let her eyes first glance at the paper scraps, then at her fellow students.
Finally, her eyes stopped right at Leonie — Sophia grinned. Leonie wasn’t sure how to interpret Sophia’s looks, but something about it seemed fishy. It seemed as if Sophia was looking down at her as if she wanted to say: “Careful, girl. In a moment, I will pick your name!”
A second later, Sophia put her focus back on the table in front of her and started to circle her finger over it, sort of like a vulture on its prey. Suddenly, she let her finger drop onto one of the paper scraps.
“So, who is the lucky guy or gal?” Miss Lenz wanted to know.
Sophia picked up the piece of paper, turned around and began to read the name with a big smirk on her face. Postponing during the Academy Awards was nothing compared to the show Sophia was granting her fellow students before she happily announced: “Leonie!”
For a moment, it seemed as if time stood still, yet Leone felt as if she fell into a deep hole, all the while everyone else let out gasps of relief. Unable to say anything, unable to move, Leonie just sat there and let the verdict settle in. Meanwhile, Miss Lenz scraped together the papers with the names on them and let Sophia sit back down on her seat.
“Leonie,” she said calmly, “could you please come forward.”
With her knees trembling, Leonie stood up and walked along the row towards the stairs. She bumped into Melanie, who quickly took her hand and whispered some courageous words. Then Leonie walked down the stairs and made a stop at the lectern. Miss Lenz walked towards her and caressed her face with her hand.
“You can do this,” she said, trying to encourage Leonie somewhat. Then she put a chair next to the desk and asked Leonie to undress.
Leonie nodded silently and grabbed the seam of her shirt with her restless fingers. A moment later, she pulled her shirt over her head and took it off completely. She stood still with her back facing the rest of the class, and only the students who sat at the very edge of the rows could somewhat see the sides of her breasts, which were all cozied up in the cups of her black bra.
Leonie then opened, more mechanically than consciously, the button of her pants, then the zipper. Her pants slid down to the floor, and Leonie presented a black thong, matching her bra. After she had placed shirt and pants neatly on the chair, she put her sandals under it. Dressed only in her underwear she stood there and knew it still had to go on.
“The jewelry and underwear, too,” Miss Lenz mentioned, as she smiled encouragingly.
Leonie only wore a watch and a necklace, yet she tried to waste as much time as possible to get rid of both pieces as if she could somehow avoid the inevitable. Eventually, it was all about the last two pieces of clothing. There was only little cloth covering her body, yet at this point, Leonie felt as if she was forced to break through walls.
Next, she was nervously fidgeting around her bra clip. It felt as if a gigantic ice block started to nest in her stomach, which only grew with every piece of clothing she had to get rid of. Once she had taken off her bra, she put it on top of the ot
her things and was now standing there dressed in only her panties — her back still facing the fellow students. Again, she took a deep breath. She then placed her fingers on the seam of her thong and pulled it down in one fell swoop.
She was naked. Naked in front of thirty people.
Miss Lenz walked towards her once again and caressed Leonie’s cheek. Until now, she was the only one who saw Leonie from the front. “You are courageous,” Miss Lenz praised her then took a step aside and faced the room: “We will start with two basic positions. The first one is the standing back side. You have ten minutes.”
For this reason, the lecturer sent the students who were sitting at the left and right of the rows towards the center so that everyone could see Leonie’s back directly. As the students started to draw behind her, Leonie began to realize that the pendant to the back side was the front side. Miss Lenz situated herself in front of Leonie and leaned with her back against the lectern.
“You are beautiful,” she said, but a smile was everything Leonie was able to answer with. “Now, I will allow another ten minutes for the front view. Then we will begin with the posing. I was thinking of three different ones, and none of them will take longer than twenty minutes. That way you will be able to relax your joints a bit.” Leonie could merely nod as she was still occupied with the thought of having to turn around in just a few moments. “Don’t be afraid, none of the poses will be showing more than what is necessary,” the art lecturer explained. She didn’t expect an answer and turned to her thoughts.
Of course, she could understand Leonie, and knew that she would prefer to sink into the ground, out of shame, but there was no other way to get a model. It was not difficult for her to put herself into her student’s shoes. When she was twenty years old, and a student herself, she lost a bet and had to pose nude for an even bigger course, for a whole hour.
On a field excursion to the Baltic Sea, young Victoria Lenz and her friend Anne were betting that the latter would not have the guts to get her nipples pierced. The winner was then allowed to pick a time and place, as well as how they would have the other one pose as a nude model. But before Victoria could even think about it, her friend marched right into the next local piercing salon and lifted her top and took off her bra. A short time later, both her nipples were adorned with one ring each.
The moment Anne had put her shirt back one, she immediately demanded the betting debt be redeemed. But she didn’t just want to see a boring pose. No, the whole course was given the opportunity to paint a nude model. Victoria wanted to protest at first, but her inner voice, called pride, forbade her to con herself out of this betting debt. In fact, Anne had thought of a nice, small opportunity where Victoria had to pose at the beach.
Stark naked, she had sat on a large rock, surrounded by her study mates drawing her. Also, passing beach visitors inspected the young woman, completely free of textiles, sitting on a bunch of rocks. Her arms were resting on the rocks, behind her torso, and her legs were just slightly open. The pose Anne had thought of didn’t leave much for fantasies, as it was impossible to cover up anything. Everyone had a clear view of Victoria’s breasts and pubic area. At this moment, Victoria was cursing herself, as she had only recently shaved off her private parts, so every single detail of her slit was visible.
For a whole hour, she had to sit like this, hanging her head in shame. All the while, Anne was enjoying her triumph. Once she had put her clothes back on, she feared she would have to spend the rest of the 14-day study trip in her room, bathing in shame, yet to her surprise, most of the others complimented her on her great body, and praised her courage.
This set off a whole domino effect of bets for the rest of the time they spent at the Baltic Sea; the bet was always the same, so Victoria had more than one chance to draw a naked woman or man. Yet, nobody got as much acknowledgment as her.
Back in the present, the lecturer noticed that the first ten minutes were over and asked Leonie, in a calm voice, to turn around. She reacted with a smile to her begging stare, and almost in slow motion, Leonie turned around. Her front side now faced the whole class. She looked down to the floor, but Miss Lenz pressed her finger against Leonie’s chin so that she would lift her head.
She was now glancing into the distance, but it was inevitable to spot a few of the others’ faces. Nobody was responding to her glances. All the eyes were focusing on her unveiled body, and everyone was scrutinizing her from head to toe. Leonie’s breasts weren’t exceptionally big, maybe a handful crowned with pink nipples, which got hard from all the excitement. However, those half-spheres integrated well with Leonie’s innocent appearance, which was completed by her slim figure and the pubic hair covered vagina. Leonie only shaved her bikini zone and left the fuzz on the pubic mount and near her nether lips. This was giving her at least somewhat of a privacy shield, right this moment.
During the last weeks, Leonie and her friends spent a lot of their time by the beach and made a lot of male heads spin. She happened not to get a tan too quickly, but a few tan lines were still visible. Leonie had the feeling that the stares of her fellow students were even more so focusing on her bareness because of those tan lines.
She cautiously took another glance around. Almost everyone was busy moving a pencil on their drawing papers, then looking back at Leonie. Only Sophia grinned and enjoyed the humiliating situation for Leonie.
Suddenly, Leonie noticed Thomas, whose hands were not moving behind his drawing paper. He was not drawing. Instead, Thomas merely looked at her. Spellbound, he stared at the naked student, and Leonie didn’t know if she should be embarrassed or flattered.
But before she could even ponder more about it, ten minutes had gone by, and Miss Lenz wanted to move on to the posing. She had spread a big blanket over the lectern.
The lectern itself was a big table, its surface approximately the size of a bed, and therefore optimal in offering professors and scientific staff enough space for everything that was needed during a lecture. Under the lectern, one could find technical equipment and the accompanying levers and buttons for lighting, microphone, air conditioning and so on.
Miss Lenz asked Leonie to lie down on the lectern. Therefore, the student stood in front of the table, facing away from it, grab the edge of it with both hands, and jump up onto it. With her butt first, she then swung her legs around and went to lie down on her tummy, paying attention to keeping her legs closed and not to show too much.
Miss Lenz started to correct Leonie’s position, the latter now lying on her stomach, slightly facing her fellow students. She kept her knees a bit bent, so the lower legs and thighs were hovering over the table; her elbows were resting on the table also. She had her hands folded and her head placed on them. Because this position slightly lifted her upper body, the art students had a view onto her breasts from the side; her breasts were touching the soft blanket somewhat but weren’t resting on it. Now, it was all about holding still for twenty minutes.
Leonie liked the pose because it had something sensual about it and offered a great mixture of showing and hiding. Instinctively, Leonie smiled and started to be more confident while looking at her fellow students. In the meantime, Miss Lenz marched through the rows and had some of the first drawings shown to her. As she saw that her model was smiling, she smiled back and was happy that Leonie was seemingly mastering the situation.
However, once she stopped in front of Thomas, Miss Lenz’s smile disappeared. The back view drawing consisted merely of a bunch of auspicious lines, and the paper with the title ‚front view’ was empty, just like the current drawing paper. Because Thomas was quite the talented student, Miss Lenz was puzzled about the poor result. She carefully bent down towards Thomas, who was seemingly uncomfortable showing the drawings he had done so far.
Miss Lenz then whispered into his ear: “Please concentrate on the task at hand!” Thomas nodded, and, coming next week, she expected a full set of drawings from him.
“But,” he wanted to protest. The lecturer’s u
nfamiliar strict stare had him turn mute, and he went back to focus on his task.
After more than fifteen minutes, Miss Lenz walked towards Leonie to prepare her for the next position. Once the student was moving, she could tell what her lecturer meant when she talked about relaxing her joints. After the short time of holding still, her body gave an immediate signal, as soon as she started to move around.
For the next pose, Leonie had to go down onto her knees and place her butt on her heels. She sat upright in her position, her hands placed on her legs, the thighs pressed together. Miss Lenz pushed her a bit to hollow her back, so her bosom stood out more. Leonie calmly realized that, again, not much of her pubic area was visible, except the occasional fuzz. The tension within her lessened, although some modesty was still present.
Within her sense of self, Leonie frequently swung back and forth between finding her boobs “a bit too small” and “beautiful,” so for a moment, she asked herself, what the others thought of her body. Surprised by herself, she had to grin a bit, which made her breasts push forward a tiny bit more. All students were drawing fervently. Even Thomas seemed to have it together now.
Through the corner of her eye, Leonie noticed that Miss Lenz sat down in a corner and started drawing as well. The lecturer happily noticed that Leonie didn’t need any more guidance, and decided to portray the young girl herself, as Leonie’s innocent, youthful aura fascinated her quite a bit. She was convinced that the first impression, and thus the first drawn lines, was the most significant in the process of drawing a nude, so she quickly put the paper and her drawing materials aside.
Once Miss Lenz presumed that the students have had enough time to draw the current pose, she walked over to Leonie, looked her quickly in the eye, and had her impression validated. Leonie was now used to the situation and ready for the last pose.
She had to lie on her back, the head facing towards her fellow students. She had her arms spread beside her body while her thighs were lying firmly on the table, and her lower legs went over the table’s edge. Miss Lenz, however, had a different image in mind. She stood behind the table and lifted up Leonie’s legs. With a bit of pressure, yet without force, she then opened Leonie’s legs and placed her feet in shoulder-width distance onto the table edge.