A Hasty Decision
by LVB99

A Hasty Decision - Part 3

I was now hurrying to get to my first class while holding the top of my dress closed with my left hand. As a Freshman, I had signed up for an Orientation class and we met once every other week. It was only an hour long class, but we basically learned about the campus, resources, where to find things like the library or cafeteria, and classes we might possibly be interested in either now or in the future.

Upon entering the class, which was basically a large auditorium, I was greeted by Mr. Harkins, the Orientation teacher. Mr. Harkins was a really nice man, probably in his late thirties who also taught Public Speaking.

“How are you today….Amy??”

“Holly, very good thank you”

“Ah Holly, of course. Sorry….so many new faces to learn.”

“No problem sir.”

“You can call me Tom, or Mr. Harkins if you prefer.”

“Okay Mr. Har….TOM.”

“Tell me Holly, do you reside on campus?”

“Oh um no, sorry I was late. I take a bus here.” I said.

“Oh…I didn’t mean…don’t worry about that. This is a very informal class. But you are a Freshman, Yes?”

“Yes…but I live off campus.”

“Ahh…better go ahead an grab a seat.”

I turned and was a little dismayed to see most of the auditorium was filled up leaving most of the front row seats open. The first row of seats were about four feet higher than the front of the class and all the other successive seats rose higher behind those. I hurriedly took one of the front seats which felt a little odd being one of the very few in the front.

Class got under way, and Mr. Harkins talked about classes that would coincide well with basic fields of study. He then said he was going to play a short video that explained how to apply to certain classes which I was very interested in. He turned off the lights to the auditorium and gave a thumbs up to someone in the back of the class to start the video.

“So Misty…are you planning on being a Art Major?” Mr. Harkins asked me.

“It’s Holly. No….well….I’m not sure yet.”

“Oh sorry….Holly. I just kinda figured you might be.”

I wasn’t sure why he asked me that but I realized he had an almost sly smile as he stood directly in front of me. I was slightly annoyed as the video had started and I really wanted to watch it, but he continued to talk to me.

“ I took Art as one of my Majors when I was in college and I totally had you figured for the Art type?! Are you perhaps a dancer?”

“I am actually. Ballet and a little Jazz.”

“I knew it!! I’m usually not wrong about these things.”

As we continued to talk, I soon realized he wasn’t actually looking me in the eye, but rather at my chest. It was only then I remembered the button.

“So are you still taking ballet or was that only in high school”

“No I still take classes and I also teach young girls.”

“Oh, that’s great. So has anyone ever asked you to pose for Art?”

“What do you mean:?” I said getting nervous where he was going with that. Since I had been posing for several photographers over the last year, I was suddenly worried he might somehow know.

“Well normally ballet dancers have very good poise. So they are a natural for Artists to ask for them to model.”

“OH…ummm, no, not exactly.”

“Well, we have a very good Art school here on campus. I’m very good friends with two of the professors and I’m sure they would love to have a new model for their Life Art classes.”

I was now both nervous and intrigued at what Mr. Harkins was telling me. I knew what Life models did but I played stupid as to not sound excited about the prospect.

“Oh…what is that exactly?”

‘Well….it’s posing for a class….in certain positions…..normally holding a certain pose for several minutes without moving. And as a ballet student….well, you would be able to do the poses quite easily.”

“Oh, so do they provide wardrobes for the models to wear or do they just wear street clothes?”, I knew the answer, but didn’t want him to think I knew where this was going.

“Uhmm….well….sometimes they have wardrobes…or sometimes a little different, say like The Birth of Venus…or…..Lady Godiva.”

“You mean…..NUDE???”

“Well….yeah. Just think about some of the great classical art paintings. Think about Venus Rising or The Embrace.”

“Uh…Well gosh….I don’t know if I could do that?”, I said trying to sound innocent.

“Well you know, it also pays if that helps. I believe the going rate is ten dollars for an hour. And living off campus, I’m sure that would go a long way?”

What was he kidding?!! Ten dollars an hour was nothing. Though I would actually do it for free, but I didn’t want him to know that.

“I don’t think ten dollars is quite reasonable to bare my naked body for everyone to see. How embarrassing that would be. How many people are in the classes?”
“Oh…not that many, normally between 30...40, something like that.”

“Oh my gawd!!! Boys too??!”

“Yes, students….girls and boys. Sometimes even the additional teacher.”

“As in other teachers…like you for instance?!

“Sure….me, the odd history teacher or math teacher. Whoever has an interest in art.”

“Wow…I don’t know if I could do such a thing…?” I tried to sound sincere but I think my excitement might have been showing.

“You know Amy…I somehow feel that you would be okay with it. Maybe even enjoy it a little.”

“It’s Holly.”

“Yes, yes. But I’m quite sure it would be quite alright with you. I don’t want to sound to forward, but am I mistaken or did you come to class without any underwear today?”

“OH MY GAWD!!!!”, I instantly reached for the top of my dress, but upon looking down saw it was covering the girls.

“The way you sat in front of the class today, right in front of me. And kept swinging your legs open and closed. You were trying to get me to look, right?”

Holy shit!!! I now realized he had seen my pussy! I realize I sometimes swing my legs open and closed when I’m nervous and sitting in the very front had me a little anxious. I had completely forgotten Lamar had dared me to not wear any panties. Now I realized why Mr. Harkins was being so bold.

The lights came back on and Tom walked back up to the front of the classroom. For the rest of the hour, I held my legs firmly together. Every once in awhile I would see Tom’s eye’s connect with mine and I could feel my entire face go flush, burning with humiliation. Other than Lamar earlier that morning, my own professor at school had seen my pussy. In fact, thinking about it, he probably saw my neatly shaved bush too? I now wished it had been one of my tits instead of my pussy. Lots of girls don’t wear bras and often wear sheer tops but to bare your vagina is completely different.

The class came to an end and before I could get up, Mr. Harkins walked back in front of my desk, blocking my escape.

“I want to apologize if I was being too forward, but so many girls often come on to teachers and I was being sincere about you being a good model for Art if you’re interested?”

“Well, I want to apologize myself. I actually forgot to do a load of laundry at home this morning and didn’t have time to wait for a pair of panties to dry.” I lied.

“Well, let me give you the name and number for Ms. Wellington. She runs one the Art classes and if you have time to meet with her right now, she can maybe fix that button for you.”

“Button…??”

“Yes. I thought you were purposely flashing me. Besides you opening your legs several times, your breasts came out several times as well. But I can see now that you appear to be missing two buttons?”

Now I realized he had not only seen my pussy but my breasts too!!! I could feel my clit buzzing knowing he had seen all of me!! As embarrassed as I was, I was somehow turned on too? Looking at him now, my mind was thinking about standing up and dropping my dress completely in front of him. I could feel my legs getting wet and a twitch in my pussy.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t realize I had lost another button!”

“How long until your next class?”

“An hour and a half.”

“Great…that’s plenty of time. Follow me.”

Not knowing what else to do, I got up and followed Tom out into the hallway. We turned the corner and went up some stairs that led across the enclosed road bridge.

“Do you need any food or snacks before we get over there?” Tom said pointing at a break room.

“No, I’m okay, thank you.”

We went up another flight of stairs and into a classroom on the left thru two double doors. We were obviously in an Art classroom with dozens of art easels all surrounding a platform.

“Barbara….Hello. This is Holly?” he said looking at me, finally getting my name right.

“She’s a Freshman in my Orientation class. Holly confided in me that she is a ballet student and I told her about your Life Art Class. I was wondering if you could tell her more about it, and….possibly fix her dress?” he said pointing at the top.

She walked over and introduced herself and looked at my dress.

“Oh my, what happened? It looks like you’re missing a few buttons?”

“Yes….I’m not sure”

“Sure I could fix that for you. There’s a small dressing area next to the stage there with a curtain in the back. Just step inside and take off your dress. And there should be a robe in there for you to put on while we talk.”

“Umm…okay. Thank you.”

I stepped to the back and pulled aside the curtain. It was a messy little area that had been haphazardly put together as a makeshift changing room. It had a stool and small makeup mirror on a pedestal. I slipped out of my dress, letting it fall to the floor around my feet. It was a strange feeling knowing I was standing completely naked with only a ragged looking piece of cloth between myself and two teachers in the large classroom.

“Uhmm…hello? I don’t see a robe.” I called out.

“Oh just a moment”, Barbara said. “All of the models are always just throwing it wherever. Here it is.”

The curtain opened behind me and standing there was Mr. Harkins. I looked up in utter embarrassment, he was standing only two feet away from me and I was completely naked. I looked down to his hands expecting to see him holding the robe but he had nothing in his hands. As I looked back up I saw his eyes also coming back up from looking at my entire body.

He took one step backwards and looking down my body again he finally spoke.

“Your dress…?”

“Oh…yeah, sorry. “ I reached down and picked up my dress, handing it to him.

Handing him my dress, the only thing that covered my modesty felt a little overwhelming. Normally when I posed for a photographer I was already in a robe that I would then remove. Or in lingerie, but even then it was business with a camera. But now I was in front of my teacher and giving him my only sense of security. Not only that, but he seemed to languish in the moment for eternity, not saying a thing.

Finally with a widening smile, he stepped out of the curtain and away with my dress. I stood there for a moment longer thinking Barbara must be coming with the robe, but nothing.

“Ummm, Barbara? Do you have that robe…?”

“Yes dear….it’s over here” she called back

It was obvious now that she wasn’t planning on bringing the robe to me. And I thought for a moment of just staying in the small changing area while she supposedly was working on my dress. Then I thought, it’s just the two of them and he’s already seen me. I would just walk out quickly and put on the robe. Then listen to whatever it was she was going to tell me about the class.

I got up the courage and walked out of the curtain and walked back to the front where her voice was coming from. Walking around the changing area and towards the stage, I saw Barbara at her desk just beyond the stage. And I noticed that Mr. Harkins appeared to be gone. As I got closer to her, I noticed she wasn’t alone however, but with another student, a girl.

“Oh, there you are. Holly, this is Claire. Claire….Holly. Claire is one of my Art students.”

“Hi….” I said nervously, well aware that I was completely naked in front of this girl.

“Did you say there was a robe here?” I said looking towards Barbara.

“Oh yes dear, right there on the floor.”

I looked to see the remnants of a silky robe thrown on the dusty floor. I picked I up and instantly realized it had paint on it. Wet paint. What’s more, it looked like just a top piece to a chemise or something,. Not much of a robe. I attempted to put it on but instantly got some paint on me and realized even to attempt to wear it, I would be slathered with paint. Still, I held it up in front of me to try to somewhat cover my nudity.

“So Holly, I hear you are going to be our next Life model?”

“What? No…I was just coming to get information about it.”

“You came to get information while naked?”

“No….my teacher, Mr. Harkins suggested I try it. And he told me Barbara could fix my dress.”

“But…you were just naked in front of Tom, weren’t you?!!”

“What…NO, well yes…..but I didn’t realize he was coming to get my dress.”

“Oh….well you should totally think about it. You have a wonderful body and you seem to be pretty natural about it.”
“I do? Well I guess….I don’t know.”

“Well Ms Wellington and I can tell you more about it, or Mr. Harkins…………”

“Yes, we can tell you anything you might want to know” Barbara said cutting her off. “Are you curious about the money?”

“Not exactly…well yes, but more about what all it entails. And how man people are there when a model poses?”

“Oh, some classes are 15 to 20. Mostly girls of course. But if you’re comfortable with it, we have classes with more boys, all very professional students of course. Tell me, have you ever posed nude for a boyfriend or anyone else?”

“Uhmmm, yes. My boyfriend……and also…..a friend….well, a photographer who is now a friend…”

“Hmmm…and ever more than one person at a time, or say, outside somewhere?”

“Well….yes, I’ve posed outside and a few bystanders saw me….?”

“Oh perfect. And how did you feel about that, honestly?”

“Uhhh…well…kind of excited actually.”

“Turned on??”

“Sort of….ya”

“Perfect! And totally natural. I think you’d be very good at modeling for my class. If you got turned on by one or two people seeing you then it’s only natural that more people seeing you would entice you further. We basically just don’t want someone who is utterly embarrassed and trying to cover themselves. It’s okay to be a little turned on by it. As Claire already said, you have a very beautiful body and seem to have great poise, undoubtedly from your dance background.

At this point I realized I was no longer holding the paint speckled cloth in front of my body and was indeed sitting upright and captivated at the thought of posing for one of her classes. So much so that I hadn’t heard anyone walking up behind me.

“Holly, this is Aaron and Mike, two of our advanced art students here to tell you more about the advanced classes.” Mr. Harkins said.

I turned to see not only Mr. Harkins, but two young guys along with him. One of them looked like your typical nerd with glasses but the other guy looked more like a jock from the football team. At the same instant, I looked out of the corner of my eye for the (robe) which was now back on the floor. Reaching down for the silky material, I actually fell out of the chair I had been sitting on landing on he side of my left hip with a thunderous thud!

“Owwww….!!”

I rolled over to my side and onto my back in the agony I felt go up through my hip. The wooden floors did nothing to cushion my hip bone landing unceremoniously on the ground. Immediately both Mr. Harkins and the jock looking stud reached for my arms, attempting to help me back up. This ended with my legs splaying widely apart, legs straight as arrows. As they tried to yank me back up, the dust on my feet only allowed my legs to slide forward, and the jock tripped over my legs and right down on top of me.

I was now laying in agony, splayed open on the floor, with one boy laying halfway across me. As he pushed himself to get back up, I let out a yelp, one of his hands was directly on my right breast, and pushing down on it. He finally got back up off of me and I just laid there, unable to move, pain in my right breast and my hip bone.

They both again went to lift me and this time successfully got me up and onto the stage, laying me back down on it. I was still in a state of shock, unable to move and in basically the same position on the stage now.

“Does this hurt?”

“Owww….YES!”

The nerdy boy was pushing on the side of my hip by where I fell.

“And how about this…?”

“Hey….!!” he pushed against the side of my breast which caught me off guard.

“I was an Eagle Scout and I’m trained in First Aid” he said.

Great I thought, an Eagle Scout just felt me up.

“Mr. Harkins, can you go get a couple of towels? If you can find more than two make one wet. Mike, go downstairs to the ice machine a get a bucket of ice.”

Maybe it wasn’t so bad having an Eagle Scout there after all, I thought.

“I’m going to do a head to toe assessment okay, let me know if you feel any discomfort anywhere.”

Then the next thing I knew, the kid was really hands on. His hands felt down along my body from under my arms to my hips, his thumbs brushing against my boobs. He ran them across both arms to my fingers, behind my neck and then the indignation of circling under my breast and pushing up under them. He continued down each leg to both of my feet which tickled. Then he rolled me over onto my left side feeling along my spine. Placing me back on my back, his attention went to my inner thighs and the next thing I knew his hands were brushing up against my most private part.

I had my head propped up slightly and I was super humiliated when I saw him bring his hands up closer to look at them, realizing he was looking at the wet sheen that was on the one hand that had rubbed against my slit. I figured he probably had no idea why it was wet and that was confirmed when he looked down at me and asked if I needed to use the bathroom! Then figuring he was done, I was shocked when he leaned forward and put both hands directly on my breasts! He cupped them and squeezed them lightly asking if there was any pain? I stuttered out a no right as he pinched one nipple and then the other.

“How did that feel?”

I was so taken aback, I almost called him a doctor and that it was fine. Then he asked if my breasts were natural and again cupped both of my breasts. I took me a moment to realize he was kneading and caressing my breasts, the way boys do the very first time they feel you up. But it felt so good that I didn’t stop him. It wasn’t long before I realized he was getting me worked up and that I was getting quite wet between my legs. Next thing I knew, I reached for one of his hands and led it down to my pussy, aching for a pleasurable rub. I also realized both Barbara and Claire were no longer in the classroom and we were alone?