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Chapter 4 by ewong ewong

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Kayla's break

After spending an hour modeling nude and now seeing a very detailed painting of her naked and reclining on a red sheet, she wasn't sure it was really her she was looking at. She saw her black curly hair with purple highlights, her expansive milk chocolate skin dominated the canvas, showcasing her B cup breasts topped with dark puffy nipples. She was thabkful that this pose had her leg lifted up and voer to cover her crotch, but still managed to show just a hint of her pubic hair that she'd shaved into a heart shape. A detail that her peers were shocked to see when it was revealed. Kayla definitely saw her body on the canvas, but the model n the image seemed so sexy and confident in her skin. Something she was decidedly not. However, with her embarrassment peaking, Kayla was glad her grades were saved and the semester was over since she really wanted to get away. Away from her peers that saw her naked, but most of all, away from anyone who would be seeing this drawing in the lobby of the art building.

Weighing her options, as she wanted to both stay inside and hide for the week but also liked the idea of clearing her head by getting lost in a crowd, she decided on going into the city to visit the Museum of Natural History, where she enjoyed sitting and sketching all the animal exhibits. She enjoyed seeing the taxidermy animals in their very stilted poses and would draw them as if they were alive again, giving them dynamic poses. It was a nice break from designing clothes, which she also sketched in the same book. She got dressed in an outfit she knew would allow her to be "invisible" in the crowd. Despite designing clothes to stand out and provoke strong feelings in the viewer, she also knew how to disappear. She chose a beige turtleneck sweater, underneath was her favorite purple heart bra. Below her waist she wore black jeans, which underneath were he favorites purple panties with hears all over them. On her feet were simple black boots that came up to her calves. Over this, she wore a black trench coat. Donning her sunglasses, she grabbed her bag of art supplies and purse, and walked outside to catch the bus.

The late winter rains had ceased, but the wind was still blowing cold as Kayla waited for the bus. She was used to the wait so she checked her phone for any updates or messages about her "famous painting". It seemed only her peers were talking about her nude modeling debut in the class group chat.

"Who else still can't believe Kayla looked so good naked?"

"I'm still thinking about those hearts on her luscious ass!"

"Her boobs are a bit small but so suckable!"

"Who knew she had suck a badonkadonk?! Looks so soft too!"

Kyla blushed and had to stifle a squeak or two as she read the comments. She didn't expect to be objectified by so many of her classmates, let alone have them compliment her. Her heart beat a bit faster, and she felt a warmth flow through her body and felt a tingle below her belly. She thought it was butterflies of nervousness at first, but as she kept reading, she realized she was becoming excited as she saw the vulgar language being used to describe her naked body.

HONK HONK

Kayla's reverie was interrupted by the busts horn blaring to get her attention. She was standing a bit close to the curb, so she turned a bit and took a half step back. However. She didn't realize she was standing in front of the bus stop sign.

CLANG

"Oof!" she managed to say as her side made contact with the metal pole.

She shrugged off the momentary pain and looked around. Thabkfully, no one had seen her accident and she stepped aboard the bus as the door opened. However, if she had looked back, she would have noticed that a strand of beige colored yarn was trailing behind her, stuck to the bus stop pole where a receptacle holding bus routes was mounted. As Kayla paid her fare and sat down in the seat directly behind the driver, she curled up next to the window and looked out at the passing traffic, unaware of the yarn being pulled through the doors, slowly unraveling her sweater...

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