"It's supposed to be a drawing of a person, David, not a bloody statue!!" Professor Callahan pointed to the drawing on my sketch pad.
"It's not finished yet," I said. "Once I get some shading in-"
"Then it'll be a bloody shaded statue, won't it?" The old Irishman's accent grew even thicker when he was frustrated, I noticed. "The problem isn't in the detail, David. It's the framing. Look how stiff she is. Carved out of marble, that."
The figure in my drawing did look stiff, I had to admit. Callahan spoke again, softer this time. "Look, lad. I know I'm holding you to a very high standard here. I've passed other students for lesser work than this. Do you know why?"
I shook my head. "No, Professor."
"It's because it was the best they could do. Because they didn't possess the spark of brilliance that I see in you, David. I can't in good conscience give you a passing grade for doing anything less than your best. And this is not your best work, is it?"
I sighed. "No, Professor. It's not."
"You've still got two weeks til end of term," Callahan said. "Practice some more. Don't focus on the details. Think about the way your model's shoulders rise and fall with each breath. Think about the way their hair flutters in the breeze. The way their muscles tighten or relax when they shift their weight. Get those down on the paper first, and the rest will follow."
"Permission to stay here for a while and practice?" I asked.
"You haven't got a sitter, David."
"I'll use a mirror and draw myself," I said. Just for practice. Please. All the studio spaces are booked up for the end of the term, and my room's much too small for an easel and a mirror."
The old man pulled out a pocket watch and checked the time. "Bloody hell," he muttered. "I'm late for my next appointment. Fine, just lock the doors behind you when you leave. Oh, and make sure to wake Miss Nakamura there before you go." He waved a hand off to the corner of the room where Meredith Nakamura lay curled up on a padded bench. Students napping after long nights of cramming was hardly unusual at the University. "Perhaps if you ask her nicely, she'd sit for you."
I blushed at the thought of my classmate posing for a nude figure study. "Oh, I can't imagine she'd want to do that," I said.
Callahan laughed. "Lad, for someone with such a brilliant eye for detail, you can be thick as oatmeal sometimes. Ta ta, then. Don't stay up too late." He patted my shoulder, gave me a kind smile, then left the room. The sound of the door closing echoed through the massive, empty hall of the Art College. Aside from the practice studios on the ground floor, I was probably the only person in the building now. Well, besides Meredith. She didn't react at all to the sound of the door. Must have been exhausted.
I walked across the room to the closet where the full length mirrors were kept. The doors refused to budge. Callahan almost never bothered to lock them. "Today of all days," I muttered. Maybe I should just leave after all. I looked over at the bench where Meredith lay, blissfully asleep. Seemed a shame to wake her. Her chest slowly rose and fell with her breathing, and a strand of her long black hair that draped across her face shifted each time she exhaled. I saw her eyes twitch under her eyelids, and wondered what she was dreaming of. Her fingers curled, and I noticed the subtle movement of tendons in her wrist. Everything was connected, nothing ever moved in isolation.
I desperately wanted to draw her, even though using an unaware sleeping person felt like a violation of her privacy. She had fallen asleep in a public place, though. Was it really that different than drawing students gathered by the fountain? I walked around the bench, examining her for the best angle for lighting. I found it at the end of the bench nearest to her feet.
Meredith, like all the students at the University, wore a uniform. A white button up blouse and a knee-length navy blue pleated skirt. She wore socks but no shoes, those she'd taken off and placed neatly at the other end of the bench next to her bag.
The skirt hung shorter on her than kneee length. This time of year, many of the girls had theirs altered to be shorter - ostensibly to stay cool, but probably more to do with catching the attention of boys. The way Meredith lay, quite a lot of her thighs were exposed. I suddenly felt warm, even for a late May afternoon. If she had shortened the skirt to catch attention, it was working.
I moved as quietly as I could, setting up my easel and chair in position to draw Meredith. The chair creaked as I sat down on it, and Meredith shifted, but didn't wake up. She scratched her thigh, then tucked her arm back under her head.
I examined the scene before me again. Meredith had stretched her legs out so they were only halfway bent, and the scratching of her thigh had brought her already short skirt up even higher. Her underwear was now clearly visible, hugging her butt cheeks tightly. They weren't sheer, but the fabric clung closely enough to her that I could still easily make out the swooping curves of her ass. And there, just peeking out from the space between her thighs, two smaller curves from plump outer labia. I felt myself grow hot again, and my cock stirred within my pants.
If painting her asleep was already toeing the line between appropriate and a violation of privacy, surely painting her like this was well past the line. I knew that I should call it, but a 20 year old male with blood being rapidly diverted from his brain to his cock does not always make the most rational decisions. I'm not proud of the fact that I went ahead, but I did.
First came the contours of Meredith's body. From her torso sprang her arms, which curled under her head. Not having to draw her hands made things a lot simpler. Then came the upward slope of her hips, curving around to her buttocks. Much of this would end up being covered by the folds of her skirt, but it was important to get the shape of the body down first, then add overlaying details like clothing or hair. I finished with her legs. Again, having her feet in socks made the task of drawing her feet a lot simpler.
Next came her hair. I studied it, and tried to imagine it as water flowing over stones in a creek. I let my wrist loosen, and Meredith's long hair sprang forth from her head, still on the page but nevertheless conveying a sense of motion. If only I could show this to Callahan, I thought. But given the intimate nature of the drawing, as well as the fact that what I was doing would likely get me in trouble, I'd decided to destroy the drawing after I finished. I'd paint over the whole thing in black, then rip it to shreds.
Clothing came more naturally to me. Folds of fabric, stitching, buttons, all effortlessly came to life on the paper. I decided to save the underwear for last. I was already half erect, but studying her ass made it grow even harder. Soft shading made the mounds of flesh below the thin cotton rise up from the page like the rolling hills of a landscape. I enjoyed drawing landscapes almost as much as I enjoyed looking at Meredith's ass, and spent longer on this part of the drawing than I really needed to.
By now my cock was throbbing in my pants, uncomfortably constricted by the tight fabric. I tried to shift myself to ease the pressure, but nothing I did helped at all. My chair creaked again as I squirmed in it. I thought I saw Meredith stir.
At this point, the smart thing to do would have been to call it good on the drawing, carefully stow it away in my case, then wake Meredith after all evidence of my drawing session had been destroyed. But making smart choices hadn't got me where I was, and I wasn't about to start. I undid the button on my pants, then loosened the zipper. I pulled the hem of my shirt down in a feeble attempt at making myself slightly more discreet.
I was nearly finished with the drawing, anyway. I sketched in the tendons on the back of Meredith's thighs, the lumps of bone in her knees, and finally, some details to her face. I wasn't at a great angle for that, but I did manage to get her blissfully unaware smile.
It was a really good drawing, one of the best I'd done. Meredith was a pretty girl, and the intimacy of the scene really made it come alive. I felt a twinge of regret at having to destroy it.
I shifted again in my chair to give my erection more room. This time, the creaking made Meredith stretch her arms out and yawn. Her eyes fluttered open, and panic hit me as I realized that there was no good explanation I could give for what I was doing. Even if I managed to stuff my cock back in my pants, tear the sheet off the pad, and stow it away before Meredith came to her senses, there was no way around the fact that I was sitting at an easel, facing her. The look of horror that my face had twisted itself into surely wasn't going to help, either.
Meredith sat up, stretched again, and yawned. "Wh...where is everyone," she said groggily. "Shit, did I sleep though class?" Her eyes fell on me then. "David? What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that?"
My mouth opened and closed, but the only sound that came out was "I... uh, I...."
"Were you drawing me while I slept?" she asked, though the answer was now obvious. She stood up and walked towards me. "Let me see," she said, more curious than upset at the moment. I gulped. She stood beside me and turned to look at the drawing. "DAVID!" she said, her mouth opening into a wide look of shock. "You naughty boy, you!" She glanced down at my crotch. From here it was easy to see that I'd loosened my pants, and it didn't take a lot of deduction to put two and two together.
Meredith bent down until her face was level with mine. "You'd be in an awful lot of trouble if I told anyone about this, you know that, right?"
I nodded. Without breaking eye contact, her hand slipped down into the open front of my pants and grasped the shaft of my cock. It twitched as she took hold of it. She whispered in my ear as her hand stroked my shaft, moving slowly up from the base to the tip and back again. "It's a very good drawing. I'd really hate to see you expelled just for drawing a picture of my bottom. I especially like the detail you put into it right... here." She pressed her finger to the paper right in the center of her underwear, the space between her labia and ass where I'd imagined slipping my own finger. She let out a soft gasp, a perfect imitation of the sound I imagined she'd make as I penetrated her. My cock throbbed again in her hand.
"How about we make a deal here, you and me. I'll keep quiet about this if you let me ride this lovely fat cock. You don't have to do anything, just stay right where you are. Deal?"
I nodded. "You've got a deal," I said. My tongue felt thick in my mouth.
"Smart choice," she said. She pulled my cock out of my trousers, then pulled her own skirt down, taking her underwear along with it. She peeled her socks off, then knelt down on my lap, her shins resting against my thighs, knees spread wide. Meredith undid the top of her blouse as well, then shimmied out of her bra until her tits hung loose in front of my face. They were full and perky, with taut nipples.
"You were thinking about this as you drew me, weren't you?" she said. "You were wondering how it would feel to bury your cock in me. What you don't know, David, is that I've been wondering the same thing all term. Give me your hand." She took my hand and guided it to her open lips. I ran my finger along her slit, which was already slick from her juices.
"I can't tell you how many days I've walked back to the dorm like this. Sopping wet at the thought of fucking you. OhhhHH!!!"
Meredith cried out as I pushed two fingers up inside of her. She was hot, slick, and tight around me. I placed my other hand on her back and pushed her towards me, moving my mouth down to meet her nipple. I sucked on it as I pushed my fingers up again. Meredith held my face between her hands, stroking my cheeks and moaning as I fingered her and sucked on her tits.
"All term long... I tried to get... your attention. But... you never seemed... to notice me," she said, her words interrupted by soft moans each time I pushed my fingers in.
"You feel so good, David... but I need more," she groaned. I pulled my fingers out and grabbed my cock, holding it up at the entrance to her cunt. She sat down onto me. "Fuuuuuuuuck... ohh, that's so thick." She rocked her hips and drove me in deeper. I felt her side down, swallowing my entire shaft. She cried out in pleasure each time she sank down on me. Pressure, heat and slick wetness bore down on me, swallowing my cock each time Meredith let gravity pull her down. I felt her fingernails dig in to my shoulders as she clenched her hands down. Her peace quickened, and soon it wasn't only her hands that were clenching me tight.
I felt hot, electric pressure building up deep in my pelvis. "I'm gonna cum inside you," I grunted. I'd meant it as a warning, that if she didn't get off me quickly I'd finish inside her. But Meredith responded, "Oh please, please cum in me. I want to feel you unload in my pussy. Come on, baby.... give it to me..."
I couldn't have held it back if I'd wanted to. The pressure inside me burst and I felt my cock throb and pulse as my balls drained. Meredith groaned in delight. She held my face in her hands again, looking down at me blissfully.
"Holy shit," I whispered. "Was that as good as you imagined?"
Meredith laughed as she cradled my face again. "No," she said. "It was better."
We didn't move for... I don't know how long. It might have been seconds, or half an hour. Blood slowly drained from my cock, but with Meredith sitting on me I remained inside her. Occasionally I twitched and squeezed out a few more drops of cum, and she sighed contentedly in my ear each time. Finally, she shifted and my cock slipped put of her, and she sat up and looked me in the eyes again.
"Meredith," I said, "I need to deliver a really good figure study to Callahan to pass. Would you be willing to be my model?"
She smiled and looked down at me. "Hmm. A tasteful nude, or something a little more explicit?"
"Let's do one of each," I said. "Tasteful for Callahan, of course. Then something more exciting for my private collection. I'll give you a copy too, of course."
Meredith made a show of considering my offer. My cock, softening but still buried in her pussy, twitched again, and she sighed contentedly. "Very well," she said. "I'll sit for two figure studies. You already know my rate."