Pose with Ember

Ember puts her hands up and stepping backwards "I'm just here to watch... I'm no professional model or anything."

"Oh but that's perfect!... Neither was John until Today, but look at our wonderful model now!" Interjects Ms Orwin, pointing at you standing completely nude and embarrassed in this clearing, struggling with your body's overwhelming arousal on display for the whole class.

Ms Orwin turns back to Ember,... "If you pose, then none of the artists have to miss out... Think of it as your entry fee into the club!" says your teacher, then laughing to herself. "I'd like to contrast the clothed and guarded... with the bare and ****."

Mara giggles and shrugs looking at her friend, as the teacher puts her hands on Ember’s shoulders.

The other girls meanwhile grab their sketchbooks with some giggles and whispers to each other as they get comfortable and watch with wide eyes ready to study your anatomy and evoke with pencils, the emotions that it all creates in their hearts.

Emmy drops to her stomach in the grass, kicking her dusty earth-stained soles in the air while drawing with unusual intensity, constantly erasing and redrawing, barely glancing up from the page. you try to ignore her obsessive study of your body, but your eyes keep drifting back to her, noticing little details like how her nipples brush against the blades of grass as she restlessly shifts positions, and how her perky breasts jiggle slightly whenever she furiously erases lines on the page.

Your gaze shifts to Ember, who is being gently yet forcibly led by Ms Orwin's hands, overpowering Ember's light resistance. Ember's giggles are laced with nerves, her cheeks aflame. Your teacher's insistence is unmistakable, and you can't help but feel a confusing mix of apprehension and arousal as Ember draws nearer.

“Hold on a second” you exclaim nervously as a girl you don't know is being escorted over to pose alongside your nude body. It has you anxious and uncomfortable, but not as much as your teacher's camera does.

"Stay right there John." Your teacher commands, seemingly ignoring your objection. She guides Ember up to you and raises her camera with one hand, as if preparing to capture images momentarily.

“What are you doing with that camera?… I'm not OK with being photographed like this…”

Ms Orwin casually dismisses your objection… “How is this any different than a drawing?” to which you roll your eyes.

She responds: “Don't worry these are just for us. This is too special of a day to not remember…”

Although this answer isn't a satisfying response, you know that you really have no leverage here, instead hoping that she shows some sympathy for your concern…

“You promise these photos won't go up anywhere?” You ask.

“Oh they'll absolutely go up in the classroom…” she replies quickly, before seeing the grave look on your face.

“Oh come on… only art students will see them. It's using the beauty of your form to celebrate our craft.” she says laughing dismissively as you cross your arms in an attempt to convey frustration… Though your attempt to convey displeasure is somewhat undercut by your massive swollen boner.

“Look” she continues “I'm going to pose Ember so that THIS isn't visible in the photos” as she reaches out and gently touches her hand to the head of your penis.

You gasp as her slightest touch compels your dick to throb hard against her, which she seems to take as a sign of approval... smiling as she holds onto it for a few moments longer as it continues to throb against her a number of times.

Your teacher withdraws her hand, allowing you to catch your breath, as your erection continues to throb a bit longer before slowly calming down... You contemplate her pledge, but you look over at Ember to gauge her comfort with the situation but see her biting her lip her lip and staring at your erection.

Ember notices your gaze and looks up blushing. Ember's face blushes. Your cheeks and penis blush along with her.

Ms Orwin guides Ember's body further into your personal space. You both awkwardly avoid eye contact. She starts to giggle as parts of your bodies begin to touch despite your best effort to keep some space between you two. Ms Orwin continues to push you both closer together and puts your hand on Ember's wasit.

"But we've never even met before, you can't have me holding onto her while I'm naked!" you nervously exclaim to your teacher.

Ms Orwin interjects “Be an adult John... As a model, you're telling a story but you have only your body to speak with. Body contact might feel weird outside of art, but its totally normal here.” as she continues pushing you two closer.

You aren't quite convinced by her speech, but you only get to contemplate it for a moment before you feel each other's breath, the moment charged with unspoken tension. Ember briefly looks up, whispering “Hi”.

You whisper "Hi" back as she nervously chokes on a quiet giggle.

Ms Orwin continues considering the pose, and spins Ember around, with her back to you. Ember catches herself by accidentally pressing her bare foot gently on top of yours.

“S-sorry!” She whispers nervously adjusting herself in the other direction. The movement causes your hard erection to press against her ass, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from both of you.

“Oh!” She stammers again, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she feels the wet spot forming on her dress while your dick continues pressing hard against her.

“It’s okay” as you blush in response, feeling her rapid heartbeat through her skin, or maybe it’s your own, pounding in your chest. The tension is palpable, every slight touch sending jolts of awareness through both of your bodies.

It's a bit tense, having your nude body pressed into someone you only just met, with your nudity so blatantly on display, is a powerful but confusing sensation. Each subtle adjustment only serves to heighten the sensitivity, your penis seemingly drawing attention to itself with every shift. You both fidget, searching for a comfortable position, but comfort isn't Ms Orwin's concern. She places Ember's hand casually by her side, focusing more on capturing the perfect shot, than worrying about your anxiety...

"You're covered now, OK? Just relax." she says in response to your rapid breathing, returning to her craft.

You can feel your hardness growing as Ember's hand rests precariously close to your penis. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Emmy scramble to reposition nearby to your side for an unobscured view. Sitting upright with grass stains on her knees and her sketchbook in her lap, her eyes remaining intently fixed on your penis still, and briefly fidgets with her wet panties before her her charcoal-smudged hands resume a flurry of sketching.

Ms Orwin puts your arm around Ember's waist, turns your forehead to rest against her temple, and takes a step back to consider the composition for her photograph. The rest of the girls sit back secretly whispering to each other and giggling.

Ember’s hand is just millimeters away from your massive rock hard boner. You can feel it desperately reaching out to try and be in contact with her, throbbing and growing larger still as it brushes against her hip… becoming so painfully hard that you begin to wince.

Mara seizes this quiet moment as Ms Orwin considers the composition. 'Ember and John, you both look beautiful! Woooo!' she shouts, with accompanying cheers and smiles from the other girls. Ms Orwin smiles as she readies her camera.

You are panting softly in Ember's ear now, as your teacher begins taking photographs. “These are looking good…” she says as she starts to give Ember commands to adjust her position. As she adjusts herself, her hand briefly brushes along your penis, causing you to gasp as your dick throbs hard against her.

Her hand flinches momentarily, but she tries to resist the impulse to move it, and tries to hold it still. She turns her head slightly towards you, whispering "Sorry, I didn't mean to be startled. It doesn't bother me having it touch like that."

"It's fine... I didn't mean for that to happen..." you reply, as you start breathing harder against her cheek and down her neck.

Ms Orwin adjusts Ember again, placing Ember's hand in the path of your throbbing wet dick, which thuds against her wrist with a wet slap. You both gasp, but she holds her hand steady as your wet penis flexes itself repeatedly and slides into her palm.

"Iiiiis this OK?" Ember asks nervously, as she leaves her hand in contact with your hardening penis... "I.. I mean I don't mind at all, but I..."

“It's not your fault.” interrupts Ms Orwin. “John is a bit shy about his wonderful penis being photographed for some reason, so I have to cover it with your hand. Just pretend it's a friendly puppy, showering you with affection.”

The girls burst out laughing. "That's so cute!", "I want to pose with this puppy!", "I love getting puppy kisses!"

Ember smiles and blushes... "I can do that." she says as you continue to breathe heavily, down her neck. With a delayed exhale, anxiety fading slightly, she adds: "It's a lot less intimidating when I think of it as a puppy that just wants to play." then chuckling... "I'm just happy it wants to give me so much attention!"

Ms Orwin takes a few pictures as your dick throbs hard against Ember's hand, each pulse visibly pushing her hand around. "Everyone hold still!" she commands, causing Ember to press firmly against the motions of your penis, wrapping her fingers around it to try and still its movement.... inadvertently exciting it even more. She can feel your heart racing and your quickening breath in your ear.

Ember feels your body trembling against her, and in an effort to combat the awkwardness of this situation, she whispers... "I just want to let you know, I don't think this is weird at all...", as your body slowly but thoroughly lubricates her hand with precum. “Just casually holding onto your penis and everything...”

Gasping, you reply "I... I think it's....{moans}... it's... {moans lengthily and tremblingly}..." trailing off distracted as you watch Emmy's intense focus on your erection as she squirms around frequently adjusting her own soaked panties.

"Okay... maybe it's a liiiiiittle weird... but you're a really good model and I'm having fun, so don't feel embarrassed on my behalf... let's just keep going..." Ember replies jovially as she nervously tries to chuckle.

But your dick is growing larger and larger, as she pushes back harder against each painful throb. It's now pressing against her bracelet, and eventually wedges its way up under the clasp as she gasps with astonishment.

"This is just art... this is just art... this is just art...." you whisper to yourself in a nervous panic, as your body is pumping an unending flow of precum, coating much of her hand and forearm.

Ember's eyes widen as she feels your growing hardness squeezing tighter and tighter against her wrist. "This is... different..." softly, trying to keep her composure, as her face is turning more flush as she tries to enjoy this too much. You feel a flush of embarrassment as you realize the tip of your now massively erect penis is growing quite visible to Ms Orwin's camera from behind Ember's arm, reinforced by your teacher's renewed enthusiasm behind the camera. You shift uncomfortably as your penis throbs again, causing some giggles from the girls around you who you notice have been repositioning closer and closer around you between each of their sketches.

Glancing at Emmy, you see her squirming becoming more pronounced... her body undulating gently in the grass as she fidgets with her panties with increasing frustration and frequency. Tugging and adjusting, seeking some sort of relief from the soaking wet fabric, the wetness spreading to the rest of her inner thighs. Her skin glistening in the sunlight as her toes curl and uncurl rhythmically, a hint at growing discomfort and distraction. Suddenly with an irritated huff, she straightens straightens her legs and grabs her panties under her sketchbook. With a single quick motion and casual disregard, she quickly pulls them off and casually tosses them aside, landing next to her with a wet splat. She resumes her drawing immediately, her naked form now entirely focused on capturing the scene before untroubled by her nudity, leaving you captivated by her uninhibited dedication to her art. Your remaining classmates either don't notice, or aren't bothered by the loss of the last bit of fabric worn on her body.

Your penis swells dramatically, now pressed tightly against Ember's wrist, squeezing painfully against the jewelry. Ember is starting to wince and gasp slightly at the pressure, and you unconsciously squeeze her body tightly in your arm... You both try and remain still, but you moan softly as the pressure gets too great.

Emmy's body arches slightly as she draws, allowing you to catch a glimpse of her inner folds, the delicate skin flushed and sensitive as she blooms like a flower. Her legs spreading unconsciously as she draws, the wetness between her thighs glistening under the sunlight, the lips parted and trembling as she squirms and breathes harder with continued discomfort, moving the sketchbook to her side and revealing a neatly groomed landing strip.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you are mesmerized by this inadvertent display, and your penis throbs harder against Ember's wrist, precum flowing freely. Your arousal grows from even just her unconcerned confidence and her unbreaking intense focus on her artwork and of your unbelievable erection.

You whimper softly, the sensation overwhelming. You squint your eyes closed, as tears form in the corners... Just when the pressure becomes too great and you are about to yell out, Ember's bracelet clasp bursts open with a sudden snap, causing both of you to simultaneously and loudly moan, for which your classmates react with surprised gasps. The pressure release send waves of pleasure through your body, leaving you both breathless for a moment as the bracelet slips off Ember's wrist and falls to the base of your shaft.

Joyous laughter erupts from the crowd, ... Ember needs a few moments to catch her breath, but eventually shouts, "Help! A thief!", panting as she steps away from you to get a look at the bracelet's new resting place. "What a relief to get that bracelet off. It looks much better on you anyway."

"Oh my god, perfect!" Ms Orwin exclaims. She instinctively seizes upon the opportunity to capture this novel moment, enthusiastically taking pictures, without concern for your complete exposure. She moves closer, entirely engrossed by the bracelet dangling around your firm skyward erection glistening with precum, bathed in bright sunlight...

You are barely aware of this all as you are lost in your lust, panting hard softly moaning with a **** pained look on your face, and distracted by the continued laughter and cheers all around you.

After several more photos, Ms Orwin reaches out and and grabs Ember's bracelet and hands it back to her, before resuming her photos of you bare and exposed before her. Your arousal is so **** that your hips start uncontrollably rocking back and forth, slowly driving your hungry penis forward through the air... It feels like you will orgasm at any moment.

"Beautiful! This is real art!" says Ms Orwin, continuing to snap away giddily. "Don't stop doing what you're doing!"