An opportunity presents itself

Stacy flew back to campus and thought to herself “where should I go now?” And started absentmindedly floating through the various classes and buildings. It was at this point she floated into a room where a teacher was talking to a student and she overheard something that made her pause.

“Please understand that while this is your last chance to pass my class, posing nude for sketches is completely voluntary” Stacy looked and saw one of the female art professors talking to a tall skinny male student with short and straight blond hair. He looked a bit nervous, and was tapping his foot lightly.

“I understand, and I need as much credit as I can get, but…” he nervously looked towards the door of the room. “How long will it take everyone to finish?”

“Well some students do take your time, but we only have one hour and thirty minutes for class.” The professor looked lost in thought for a bit and then stated. “For full credit you’ll need to be up there for an hour, does that sound good to you”

“Yeah, I can manage that.” The student responded, nervous nodding a little.

“Excellent.” The professor said, handing a silk looking robe. “Go ahead and get changed then, we’ll set everything up in the art room.” With that, the professor left and the student let out a deep sigh.

“Well this is kinda bullshit.” The student said as he started to strip. Stacy floated around him and watched with glee as bit by bit each article of clothing was tossed to the side. Stacy saw he had a decent looking dick, though it didn’t seem that it was at full length at all. She also saw he had a cute ass and really wanted to slap it, but for now, she held herself back.

The student put on his robe, and walked through the door into a brightly lit art room. There were multiple chairs sat around a small raised stage with a park bench on it. Multiple students sat around, some male but mostly female, sat around and were busy setting up for their sketches.

“Class,” the professor began. “This is Robert, he has graciously donated his time to model for us today. He is new to the modeling world, but I fully expect everyone to be completely professional.” She glanced around the room at her various students. She then turned to Robert, the skinny student, and gestured to the small stage. “Robert, you may please approach the stage we have set up and disrobe.”

Stacy watched as Robert walked up to the stage and let the robe fall off of him. He turned and sat on the bench with an arm stretched across the back and his legs spread. A smile came across her face, and she started floating towards the new model. She was about to make this a class to remember.