Izzie and Tyra

"Tyra, could you...just ...make Izzie's nipples hard?"

Did she hear that right? Or was it from her overheated imagination? She distinctly remembered her breaths hitching when one of the woman said that. There was an uncomfortable silence before everyone started to giggle, as if that was a little off colored joke, as if that was natural and okay to say that to two nude models in an art class.

She was the one who had wanted to touch Tyra's tits! But the way they were posing, with her on her back, arms up, one knee up and Tyra next to her, legs folded under her ass, body leaning, poised over her, gazing down her at her lovingly, and a hand on her tummy...it was only natural that Tyra would be the one making nipples hard!

They had laughed it off. But was it really ok? That would make for strange dynamics. She should quit. That would be harassment wouldn't it? Would Tyra quit. Oh I hope not! Izzie thought

There's the thought, the fantasy of Tyra slowly playing with her nipples in front of the art class. It drove her wild. How would Tyra do it? Would she tease around them? circling her fingers around and around the auroelae until they puffed up and crinkled before she teased the nipples themselves? doing it so softly and gently that it made her shudder and sent fire to her cunt? Oh gawd!

When Izzie took off her clothes behind the screen, her nipples were hard as could be, and when she saw Tyra, all she could do was gulp. Tyra was a pale blonde with piercing green eyes, and a statuesque body that would make a girl wet just by looking at her fully clothed. Out there, while posing, Izzie would be gazing up at Tyra, but now behind the screen, watching Tyra strip, she found herself stealing glances at Tyra's body with the eyes of one who wanted to fuck her, or be fucked by her, roaming over her curves, the lines of her body, her tits, the flare of her hips, her unshaved cunt. It seemed so, clandestine, hyper sexual, as if they were forbidden lovers.

The class was full today. Everyone was there. Nobody said anything about nipples. Izzie tried not to look at them when she lied down on the little platform made from a throw on top of a few heavy crates pushed together. She stretched herself out, lifted her arms, elbows up, pushing her head back, her torso lifting, her ass pushing down. One knee up, the one closer to the class, thigh folding so that it was pressed against the other as if trying to hide her cunt. Tyra came out from behind the screen, and settled down next to her like always. Tyra canted her head, her golden hair cascading down. She touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip, as if tasting something sweet, and Izzie shook, her entire body jerked just from watching Tyra making that gesture oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd. She suddenly pressed her thighs very hard together. Oh yes, she clenched her cunt.

Tyra placed her hand very softly on Izzie's belly. It always made Izzie twitch, but today, goosebumps spread all over her torso, and she arched, shifting, pushing her tits up with a moan that she barely concealed.

Please please please. Izzie's mind was screaming. If Tyra would so much as slide her hand from her belly up her torso, to gently cup a breast into her palm, and play around the curve with her fingertips, she would writhe and undulate like a slut for her....If Tyra should brush her fingertips around the base of a nipple it would throb! If Tyra would torment her with her touches and then take the peaks of her breasts, one after the other into her lips, to wash over them with her tongue and then suck on them, she would cum just from that!

The class was quiet as they rendered the poses