Naughty Night School: Art Lover – Part 2 [College] [Teacher/Student] [MF]

I made small talk with a few clusters of students before working up the nerve to stop at Dish’s table. Though my plan was to stall, I did actually float the model proposition to a few characters at the back of the room. One girl was quite tempted, but in the end decided tonight would be too short notice. It was encouraging, at least, that I didn’t come across as a *complete* creep while asking for a nude volunteer.

His back was to me as I approached him. He’d taken his jacket off and thrown it across the bench. A soft, heather grey t-shirt stretched out across his shoulders as he leaned forward on the table. His forearms were crossed in front of him as he scrolled through something on his laptop, lightly skimming the touchpad with one finger. His feet were tucked under the bench so that he pressed up on his toes. He shifted, bouncing one leg subtly to whatever music was pumping through his headphones.

We all have favourite body parts we covet in another. A nice ass, defined abs, or muscular legs. To each their own. But for all the time I spend studying the human form, my weakness is so often someone’s back. The way their shoulder blades tense and roll. The warm nape of their neck, where the hairline trails off into peach fuzz and a collar rests. I love posing a subject glancing off past their shoulder, their profile perfectly outlined, a serene and candid moment. The impulse to trail a finger down Dish’s spine, or push a hand into the back of his dark mop of thick, wavy hair, is staggering.

I glance over at Jules across the room who is watching me impatiently. She gestures, tipping her head towards Dish and widening her eyes. I take a deep breath and plaster a bright expression on my face, rounding the end of the table and sliding into the bench opposite him. The proximity is already stifling, but I press on.

“Sorry to bother you, but I have an unique opportunity that might be of some interest.”

He slides his headphones off, half glancing at me as he reaches for his water bottle and opens it. “I’m not interested in buying candy grams for spooky week, or whatever it is that you’re peddling.”

“What? No, that’s not—I’m a teacher.”

“Oh,” his eyes meet mine and hold them, “am I in trouble then?” He smirks and takes a drink. My gaze drops to watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows. Unconsciously, I wet my lips before looking back up. I’ve never been close enough to see the colour of his eyes. They are a warm dark-rimmed chestnut. Sharp, inquisitive, and currently dancing with mischief. Very disarming.

I feel a heat creeping up my cheeks, and clear my throat. “I’m from the art department, and we’re in need of a last minute subject for our life drawing class tonight. I’m opening up the opportunity to anyone interested, since we’re a little desperate for a replacement. Call it open mic night for modeling.”

“Desperate? Interesting. It’s sounds like you’re asking to paint me like one of your Fren—”

“*Don’t* say the line. Just like reenacting the scene from Ghost is frowned upon in a pottery class, so too is that line from Titanic banned from any art room.” I roll my eyes, but can’t help a smile before starting again. “The gig does pay, and it would be a one time thing until I find a more reliable regular.”

“I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or cheap at the prospect of being paid to take my clothes off. You strip me bare, have your fill, then cast me away? You’re detailing the beginnings of a one-night stand, and I’m just not that kind of girl.” He touches his fingers to his chest lightly and breathes a silent gasp in a show of mock indignation.

I huff a laugh, and allow myself to relax a little. “I assure you it would be very tasteful, and my students are always respectful…”

I trail off as I feel his legs stretch out either side of mine under the table, brushing against my calves. He leans forward and lowers his voice conspiratorially. “I’ve seen you looking at me. I wouldn’t be surprised if my likeness has already made an appearance in one of your sketchbooks. I wager this offer is based on personal needs, more than professional ones. Miss….?”

I gape at him, something low in my core responds to the deep timbre of his voice, but it’s overtaken by the flush of embarrassment heating my whole body. My brain misfires so many times I almost miss the question.

“Lawson,” I rasp, my mouth suddenly dry, “but, it’s Gwen, no one calls me Miss Lawson… and I don’t have sketches of you!” Flustered, I scoot back on my seat away from him, unaware I had even been leaning in.

“That’s a shame.” He straightens, an enigmatic smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “You’re not going to ask me for my name? That’s very rude of you.” He tsks quietly with his tongue. “You’ll be needing it to introduce me to your class.”

“You’ll do it?!” I’m so relieved to have salvaged tonight’s program I instantly forget what I’ve gotten myself into. “I’m sorry, and you’re…” I hold out my palms, at a complete loss for words.

“Val.” He closes his laptop and turns to slide it into his bag. “I agree to parade myself in front of your thirsty little aspiring artists. I’m intrigued, but I won’t accept your dirty money. This is a favour, Gwen. One that you’ll be returning with interest.”

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