I want You Deeper

Feeling a little bit better, I turn off the water and start to get ready. At least my pussy will be a little easier to manage after that orgasm. Wrapping a towel around myself, I walk back to my room and decide on a short, plaid skirt and black T-shirt. Since I’m going to be naked, I guess it doesn’t matter, but I still want to look nice. I blow dry my hair and put on some light makeup before grabbing my phone and heading over to the art building.

I take my time, but I’m still twenty minutes early. Oh well, he said to show up before seven, so instead of standing second-guessing the door.

“Come in,” he shouts from the other side, and I let out a soft groan. God, his voice sounds just as sexy as I remembered it.

I step in and shut the door behind me. The room is large with a small, raised stage in the middle with a bunch of chairs and easels positioned around it in a circle. I suddenly feel like an idiot. Why in the hell did I think I could just strip under these bright lights and show my naked body to everyone? No one’s ever even seen me naked before for god’s sake! I’m just about to make a mad dash to freedom when the sexiest man I’ve ever seen walks out from behind one of the easels. He’s got to be about twice my age with dark hair that’s showing a tiny bit of grey. The dark Henley he’s wearing is only accentuating his broad shoulders and killer body, and when I finally bring my eyes to his, I let out a soft sigh at how impossibly blue they are.

He smiles, revealing a perfect set of teeth, and I feel my panties grow wet as he walks towards me. Good god, professors are not supposed to look this hot. I bet his entire class is made up of women, and he probably fucks all of them, I tell myself, trying to get my body under control. It doesn’t work. When he runs his eyes over me, I feel my nipples grow hard and my pussy clench with the need to be filled.

“Are you Jessica?” he asks, stopping in front of me.

I look up at him, noticing how tall he is and fighting my urge to climb up that strong body of his and take it for a ride.

“Um, yeah,” I croak out and then blush when he gives a small laugh.

“You said this is your first time, right?”

“Huh?” I ask, while my sex-addled brain tries to figure out how in the hell he knows I’m a virgin.

“Your first time?” he asks again, giving me a sexy smirk. “Posing nude?”

“Oh,” I say, letting out an embarrassed laugh. “Yeah, it’s my first time.”

“I promise to try and be gentle.” He gives me a wink, and before I can wonder what in the fuck just happened, he turns and points to the raised stage in the middle. “All you need to do is take off your clothes and stand up there. The students will be positioned around the room. Just try your best to remain still.”

I turn around in a small circle, knowing there’s no way in hell I can do this.

“Are you okay?” he asks, noticing how nervous I am. He leans closer and rests a hand on my shoulder. The feel of his strong hand on me has my stomach doing flips and my heart racing. “Here, come sit down.” He gently leads me to the stage and helps me to sit down. Squatting down next to me, he places his hand on my back, caressing me with this thumb and making me feel so many different things at once that I feel like I might burst.

“I’m sorry,” I say, knowing my face is beet red. “I’m not so sure I can do this.”

He gives me a sweet smile. “Not used to getting naked in front of others,” he asks, lifting a dark brow at me.

“No,” I confess with a laugh. “I’m so sorry. I feel so stupid.”

“Hey,” he says, hooking a finger under my chin. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“I just really wanted to do this, you know? I wanted to prove to myself that I could.”

He’s quiet for a second, and then he says, “Why don’t you do it with just me? Would that help?”

I look at him and laugh, but he doesn’t join in, just stares at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. It looks like he hasn’t shaved in a couple of and y want to reach out and cup his face, feeling the stubble beneath my palms. What would it be like to get naked in front of a man this gorgeous, to have all of his attention focused on just me? Will an opportunity like this ever present itself to me again? Something tells me this is a once-in-a-lifetime moment, and I’d be a damn fool not to take it.

“Okay,” I say in a breathy rush before I can change my mind.

He smiles and runs his thumb over my cheek before standing up. “I’ll lock the door.”

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He turns back and gives me a wink. “I just canceled it.”

I can’t stop the huge smile from spreading across my face, and when he locks the door and walks back to me, I’m still wearing it. I know this isn’t appropriate. I mean, he is a professor, but we’re both adults, and it’s not like he’s my professor. Although, the idea of him making me stay late for some sexy extra credit is a fantasy I’m going to be imagining over and over again.

“Are you going to draw me?” I ask when he’s back in front of me.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” I say so fast that it makes him laugh again.

“Then I will.” He reaches out and runs a finger along the bottom of my shirt, hitting the tiny bit of skin that’s showing. “Time to lose the clothes, Jess.”