I honestly don’t know who was more shocked; me or Lincoln. The instructor’s lecture faded out of earshot for me as we locked eyes. He looked me with what appeared to be a mix of surprise and curiosity. I searched for any indication of anger or disgust, but I couldn’t find any sign as I studied him. Suddenly I heard my cue; my breathing quickening as I came to terms with what I was about to do.
Stepping forward, I tugged the robe’s sash, feeling it come undone. My hands shook slightly as I reached up and slid the garment down my shoulders. As it pooled to the floor, I found myself trying to discreetly look at Lincoln, trying to gauge what he was thinking. His face betrayed nothing, and he turned away briefly to get his pencil set ready.
Without further hesitation I walked over to the couch and sat. Reclining back, I brought my legs up to stretch along the couch’s length and put my arms up, bending them at the elbow before placing my hands behind my head.
This session I was meant to emulate Francisco Goya’s La Maja Desnuda. My bare breasts prominently stood out, and I could faintly feel that now-familiar tingle between my legs. Despite it being warm in the studio, I could feel my nipples start to harden slightly. I couldn’t believe it, but I was actually feeling aroused by the situation.
Not only that, but I felt liberated; no longer feeling suffocated by my own insecurities. I felt powerful; strong; sexy. To have found the confidence to do something this bold made me feel comfortable in my own body for the first time in a very long time, if ever.
It felt as though the two hours flew by as I watched the students become engrossed in their work, intensely studying every aspect of my body as they drew on their canvases. Soon the instructor signaled to me that class was over. Standing, I quickly picked up the robe and put it on, tying it off before exiting the stage.
The students where in the process of packing up as I entered the changing room. I slumped down in the chair, the shock finally setting in. I was just naked in front of a group of strangers… and Lincoln. I wasn’t sure what to say to him after what just happened, but obviously we had to have a conversation. I reached into my backpack for my phone, already devising a text for him.
I hadn’t noticed the studio had grown silent until I heard Lincoln quietly call out, “Calamity?”
Dropping my phone on my pile of clothes, I hesitated before walking to the doorway. The studio was empty expect for Lincoln, who had his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie and a sheepish look on his face.
I found myself anxiously playing with the sash on my robe, “I didn’t know you were taking an art class…”
Lincoln shifted uncomfortably, “Yeah, I kept art as my minor… I didn’t know you were planning to be a model.”
I blushed and shifted my gazing to the floor, “It’s a very recent development… I want to feel free, and I thought maybe this would help me figure out what that means to me… I was going to tell you if this first session went well, but I guess we can skip that bit now.”
He laughed and took a couple steps closer to me, “Well… How’d you feel about doing it?”
Looking up at him, I still didn’t see any anger or disgust. I reflected for a moment before finally saying, “I really enjoyed it, it was liberating and made me feel sexy… but I kept wondering what you were thinking.”
Lincoln seemed to struggle with what he wanted to say, “I was definitely surprised - but not in a bad way - I wanted to say something, but I didn’t want to seem unprofessional or put you in an awkward situation… I’ll also admit I never thought this is how I’d see you naked for the first time,” we both laughed at that, “but mostly, I think you’re really brave for doing it.”
He stepped even closer to me; I could feel his body heat through the thin fabric of my robe. His hand found my chin, tilting my face up towards his, “And, to be completely honest, I wanted to take you on that couch the moment this robe came off.”
I blushed at that, my heart beginning to race again. His scruff brushed against my cheek as he leaned down to kiss me. It was sweet and filled me with warmth as we pulled apart Lincoln took my hand in his, gesturing for me to follow him, “Let me show you my work.”
He led me over to his easel; his arm hugging my waist as he uncovered the canvas. I gasped as I saw myself through Lincoln’s eyes. The legs I often felt were gangly appeared long and toned as they rested on the couch. My boyish figured was gone, replaced instead with gentle, welcoming curves. My small breasts appeared perky and full, capped by small, pink nipples that begged to be teased. The face I’d always viewed as plain now seemed captivating; dark eyes that radiated intelligence and mystery; long lashes that gave a hint of modesty; a slightly pouty mouth fighting back a coquettish smile with a gentle bite of the lower lip. My long blonde hair cascaded over the couch and along my naked body, further accentuating each curve.
I was in awe as I looked up at him, “Lincoln… this is beautiful - You made me look beautiful.”
He reached over to brush a stray lock of hair from my face, “You’re already beautiful, I just put pencil to paper.”
A wicked desire popped into my head, one I very much wanted to act on. I walked over to the studio door and locked it. Turning around, I saw Lincoln give me a quizzical look. I started to walk back to him, teasing the sash of my robe as I did. Slowly I untied it, allowing the robe to open and fall to the ground. That same look of lust and desire I’d seen on Lincoln’s face on our first date returned as he watched me saunter back over to him. He seemed mesmerized by the sway of my hips, and as I stopped just a couple of feet before him, he shook his head as if coming out of a daydream.
