The art teacher

“I’ll make sweet art with you,” I said.

Emma smiled like she’d known the answer all along. She grabbed her sketchbook and a small canvas bag. The others wished us goodnight in various states of amusement.

Maggie gave me a knowing grin. She mouthed the word “GENTLE.”

Emma and I followed the shoreline away from the fire. The night was cool. The lake glowed silver beneath the moon.

“You really paint?” I asked.

“I really do.”

“And you’re good?”

She laughed. “Good enough where I don’t care what others think.”

We walked in comfortable silence.

A few hundred yards down the shore, we found a large boulder that jutted out into the water. Waves lapped softly against the stone.

Emma directed me to climb onto it.

“It’s Perfect.”

“For what?” I said l, hesitant to climb. I wasn’t near as drunk as I was last night but I wasn’t sturdy.

She dropped her bag and looked at me with complete seriousness. “I want to sketch you.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Here?”

“Here.”

I looked around. The woods. The lake. The moon.

“Alright. I’ll do it.”

She grinned, “Now get naked. You’re posing nude.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Get naked. I want to sketch your fine body in front of this beautiful lake.”

I folded my arms. “No chance.” Never accept the first offer.

She tilted her head. “What if I do it too?”

“Do it first.” I didn’t blink, even though my heart started to pound.

“Sure.”

I studied her face.

She seemed completely serious. Artists were strange people.

She set down her sketch book. She took off her top in one fluid motion, and dropped her skirt in a puddle around her feet.

Just like that a beautiful nude woman stood in front of me.

She didn’t even give me a chance to gawk before commanding me again, “Strip.”

I obeyed. I had 18 years of practice. I stripped my clothes and climbed naked onto that rock. Only once sitting did I get to check out her naked body while she sketched.

She held the sketchbook down low, where her heavy tits hung. Whenever her book moved, the moonlight gleamed on her nipple piercings. Tattoos randomly covered her body, like she was choosing based on a Twister game spinner. Red flower, right shoulder. Chinese character, left thigh. A full bush of pubic hair stood up from her between her legs. She wasn’t concerned about bikini season. I had no chance of seeing her slit like I did Maggie.

I looked at the water. Then at the moon. Then back at her. Second night at camp and I already had a woman fully nude.

Emma sketched.

I tried to sit very still, but my dick couldn’t obey. It grew.

“Somebody’s getting excited,” Emma laughed.

“Sorry,” I said, trying to keep myself had half chubb and not full mast.

“No worries” her smile and tone were flirtatious. “I thought you were a show-er, but it turns out you’re a grow-er.”

Her laugh echoed across the water.

I looked out at the lake. I wasn’t quite sure what that meant. But her laugh wasn’t mean. It was playful.

I wasn’t embarrassed anymore.

Just… free.

Nobody back home would believe this. The church youth group certainly wouldn’t. Even Adam and Eve couldn’t be fully nude. Always having to hide behind leaves.

“You have a good body for drawing,” Emma said. “Something really catches the eye.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Uh huh,” she said not believing me. Just continuing to draw.

I laughed. I wanted to grab my dick and start stroking myself to this woman. I wanted to roll in the mud with her. Bury my dick. Lose my virginity.

But my mother’s voice kept me constraint: Wait for the Lord; be strong.

“Perfect,” she said and stood up from her sketch, her big tits jiggling with excitement.

Then—

An engine. Far away at first. Then closer. Headlights flashed through the trees.

From years of experience from running from authority, Emma immediately scooped up her clothes, bag and sketchbook, and sprinted into the woods.

I stared into the headlights spotlighting my nude body on the boulder.

The lights cut off and a white BMW rolled to a stop at the edge of the woods.

The driver’s door opened. Amanda stepped out. Boots. Jeans. Stylish jacket pulled tight against the cool Maine breeze cutting across the lake.

For a moment she simply stared. Stoned face at the naked 18 year old shivering on the boulder.

The silence had be contemplating falling back into the water. Drowning would be better than this embarrassment. A woman with this magnitude of beauty would make any man feel inadequate.

Amanda’s brown eyes looked at me. “You.”

“Hi.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I don’t know.” Play dumb.

This was now the second time she’d seen me in a state of indecency. At least this time my dick wasn’t in some stranger’s mouth.

“Get dressed,” she said.

“A guy can’t moon bathe?”

Her silence was humiliating. She folded her arms, waiting. I’d never felt more like a child.

I asked for help down from the boulder. She didn’t help. I had to jump. Luckily I didn’t fall and break my neck. But I swear she watched my dick swing.

As I put on my clothes, I asked, “Was I doing something wrong? I wasn’t on campgrounds.”

She gave me a look. “That is not the point. You’re going to try and defend being drunk and naked within sight of camp.” She gestured across the lake where you could see the cabin lights of ORGEE.

Amanda softened slightly. “I know you’re brand new to the world. I know you went out with those female counselors. I know how many bottles of wine were opened. You have to make better decisions. Be honest, if you get fired from here, where will you go?”

I shook my head, “I don’t know. I spent all my money getting here.”

“Exactly. You’d be fucked. Freedom from mommy and daddy isn’t all fun and games. Freedom is responsibility. The world will give you consequences for your actions. I know you’re new to this. We all make mistakes. Lord knows I have. You have to start thinking with your head and not what you have between your legs.”

I nod, “Thank you. I’ll do better.”

“Good. And you can definitely do better than that bohemian art school drop out. I can still smell her b.o. lingering.” She pinched her nose. “Now get in the car.”

Just like the night before I get in her passenger seat. “So how old are you? I’m getting motherly vibes.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” the brunette goddess peels out on the gravel road and travels back to camp. “You better not ask my age again.”

“You must be really old,” I grinned. I was getting through her tough exterior. At least I knew she cared about me enough to stop me from putting my paint brush into a well used paint easel.

I didn’t lose my virginity that second night at camp but at least I wouldn’t wake up with an aching hangover.