Agree to model again

You’ve spent the entire week looking forward to this day. You are nowhere near as anxious as last week. In fact, you are more excited than anxious. You arrive at the art room a little earlier than you had been told to. Professor Becker is arranging the chairs as you enter. “Oh, hello John,” she said as she glances up at the clock. “You’re a little bit early, aren’t you?”

“Yes ma’am, I know you told me 12:30, but I wanted to come in a little early, is that OK?”

“Of course dear, no problem. You can go in the backroom there, get ready, and wait for the class to arrive.”

You nod and start heading towards the door at the back of room, before she adds, “Oh John, I forgot to tell you. There is another model that will be joining you today.”

You go into the back room to change and put on your robe. As you strip down a little bit of your nervousness reappears as you wonder who this other model will be. You are even more nervous when you hear the door open and see a gorgeous tall blonde walk in.

She has shoulder-length blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a striking face. Your mouth goes dry, as she casually pulls off her shirt. As her shirt comes up over her head, her eyes meet yours briefly before you return your gaze back down towards the floor.

“Hey, I’m Emily,” she says with a small laugh in her voice that starts to put you at ease.

“I’m John,” you reply while still keeping your eyes fixed on the floor.

After a few moments she ask, “Is this your first time?”

As your eyes finally move up from the floor you see she is now wearing a thin white robe that barely covers her slender frame, revealing long legs and an ample chest. You notice her panties peeking out from beneath the robe as she neatly folds her belongings on a chair by the wall. Before heading back towards you she reaches under her robe and pulls her panties down, placing them flat on top of her clothes.

“No, this is my second time.”

“Oh, cool,” she replies while giving your arm a squeeze, before jokingly adding, “Then you're a seasoned pro.”

Before you can say anything else, Professor Becker calls you two out.

You see the same group of 5 girls sitting behind their easels. Emily is casual as she walks out, saying hi to the girls, like she knows everyone.

As she walks towards the pose stand, you can’t help but stare at how beautiful she is. Your heart starts racing when you see the slight curve of her hips beneath the thin material of her robe.

You try to focus on what you need to do for this class, but it’s hard not to be distracted by Emily’s presence. You take a deep breath and step onto the pose stand, trying your best to ignore your growing arousal as you wait for the professor to begin the lesson.

“Alright ladies, let’s get started.” The girls grab their charcoal pencils.

“John,” Professor Becker looks at you. “Any time you’re ready.”

You take a deep breath and remove your robe. You sit on the stool Professor Becker is pointing towards. Emily is standing behind you when Professor Becker asks her to drop her robe. You can feel her hand resting on your shoulder as all the girls start sketching.

This isn’t so bad you think. A few minutes go by, and your nerves subside. After a few more, you are actually quite comfortable. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you see one of the students, shift in her seat. Her skirt rises up and gives you a perfect shot of her panties. You immediately lose you cool as your penis begins to grow. You try to fight it, and it seemed to be working, but then hear the girls gasping. Your penis slowly arches upward, and away from your body. You trying to fight this actually made things worse, as what should have been a quick process, turned into a prolonged, drawn-out show. With your dick just showing growing to its full length right in front of everyone.

The girls all stop sketching and are now just sitting there, staring at your fully dick. Professor Becker notices the girls have stopped working, and turns to you to see what the problem is. Her mouth drops open as she sees what the distraction is. She quickly composes herself and steps onto the platform next to you.

“Are you alright?” She whispers concernedly in your ear.

“Yes ma’am,” you stammer, “I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s quite alright,” she whispers “but could you try and make it go back down?”

“I TRIED to keep it from happening at all!” you whisper. Professor Becker steps back a little and gazes down at your erection, which gazes right back up at her.

“Why don’t you go in the back and see if you can fix…this.” Professor Becker suggests.

You quickly get up and hear a few giggles as you make your way to the back room. You try all the tricks you know. Thinking about baseball, or your organic chemistry class, your grandmother, puppies, and on, but nothing is happening. This erection is here and here to stay. Finally, you decide to just jerk off.

You grab your cock and start stroking. As you do, you look over and see Emily’s panties still sitting on top of her clothes. This makes your cock twitch even more in your hand.