Vivienne

“Ladies.”  He combed his gray and black hair to the side with his fingers. “Please get your things, we are going to the lecture studio for the next few sessions.

Denise saw confused looks across the faces of her fellow classmates and a worried look emanating from Tatum. “What?”  Denise inquired with a hushed tone.

“It is either very good or very bad, Denise.”  Tatum gathered her things and walked closely with her friend. “You recall the last time Professor Baker did something like this.  I thought he would lose his tenure.”

Ironically, Denise knew exactly what Tatum was referring to. “Yes, I do.”  Snorting loud enough that Professor Baker looked over his students, Denise sucked her lips into her mouth for a second. “You have the nerve to call me macabre.  That was a demonstration and rebuke against the death penalty.”  Denise waited a couple more seconds, “I also remember Professor Baker’s image of that particular noose was in the shape of a heart.”

Funneling into the larger room with a small stage, Denise took a few minutes to set up her station once more and grab a stool for herself and Tatum. “I think he learned his lesson though.”

“We can hope.  I don’t want another professor a couple weeks before the end of the term.”  Tatum smiled and thanked Denise for the stool.

Professor Baker took center stage with his hands casually in the pockets of his navy blue sweater. “I know what some of you are thinking.”  A wide smile crossed his mature features, “I am not challenging the status quo this week.”  He bowed slightly when the class started lightly chuckling. “I also happen to have the permission of the dean on this little project.”  Quietly walking to the beige curtains, he pulled the strings and revealed a small chaise lounge with red silk upholstery and a rounded yet wavelike back. “Oldest art has taken the shape of the human body, most of the time the female form.” With a twinkle in his eye, the gentleman professor added, “I am honored to have a model with such grace and elegance for you all to recreate.  Be objective.  Look beyond the beauty if you can, try and see her femininity.”

Unable to take her eyes off the beauty crossing the stage, Denise took her time and drank in every voluptuous curve of the woman before her.  Initially dressed in a full length powder blue robe with reflective silver hems, the model fluidly unfastened the knot of the matching silver belt hugging her perfectly sculpted hips and let the robe slip from her smooth white shoulders and onto the floor.

Barely aware that the classroom had become deathly silent, Denise felt the beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she watched the heavenly woman situate her bare form on the plush sofa.  When her model's hands flung the long black locks of hair across an exquisite neckline then accidentally fondled a plump dark nipple, Denise’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest.  Denise followed the gentle curvature of her model’s plump and full breasts, down to her well formed stomach with a navel that she swore was symmetrical.  Sweat streaked into Denise’s eyes and made them burn, but she refused to look away and instead committed her model’s pearl white legs to memory.  Tasting the heavy flavor of iron passing over her tongue, Denise knew that she’d bitten her lip but didn’t care.  Somehow the odd taste running down Denise’s throat allowed the young artist to notice her model’s deep purple pussy opening for her like a dew laden tulip.  Swearing that she’d heard a light and pleasing purr from her model, Denise shifted her own bloodshot hazel eyes to meet a set of sparkled crystalline blue eyes.  Blinking slowly, Denise ached for the moment when her model’s eyes once again graced her vision with the eloquence of the ocean itself. “Amour.” Escaped Denise’s lips in a hushed whisper, as she snapped one of her paintbrushes.

“Did you say something Miss Crow?”  Professor Baker added to the broken silence. “Oh, Perhaps a different brush then?” He smiled and pointed at the broken piece of wood.

“Denise?”  Tatum gently urged.

A wispy wink.  A tantalizing smile.  Somewhere in the back of her mind, Denise knew that she should respond to the questions presented to her but lacked the ability to do so.  Keeping her locked within her thoughts, Denise felt the warmth and excitement of knowing that the two signals from her model were meant for her and her only.  Emanating from the flutters of butterflies in her tummy, Denise felt the winged tingling expand through her nerves and land with a gentle touch between her legs.  Matching her model’s bare cunny, Denise shifted and crossed her legs so her own sexual flower could open fully and press thick against the cotton of her panties.  Flustered and unable to get herself into a position where her pulsing pussy could garner any relief, Denise gave up and ran out of the classroom when her clit sent a molten pulse along her spine.  Light sounds of rapidly moving Mary Jane’s echoed Denise’s ears as her own musky sexual scent scattered her thoughts in the desperate attempt to make it to the restroom.  

Denise crossed the threshold and slammed the door, locking it behind her.  Panting and achy from her sexual core, Denise lifted her full length skirt and nearly ripped her green flower panties away.  Wedging herself into a corner, Denise softly ran her hand along the inside of her thigh. “Yes…mmm…Yes…”  She let her eyes close as she started nibbling on her lip again.  Slipping her fingers over one thick and aroused petal, Denise tugged it and felt the shockwave as it weakened her legs and nearly drop her to the floor. “I…can’t…not…prop…”  Denise plunged twin fingers through the opening in her virginal slit. “Mmm, Yes…baby…”  Denise felt herself giggle a bit too loud and popped her hand across her mouth to muffle her sexual sounds.  Unwilling to stop what she’d started, Denise flipped and curled her fingers inside her pussy until the first contractions of her stomach started.  Moans of pleasure now controlled and in a lower tone, Denise dropped her hand from her mouth and sought out the ache in her hard nipples.  While the cone bra was stiff and held her beast firmly in place, Denise managed to twist her nipple at the same time she twisted and pushed her fingers cunny.  Waves of pleasure rocked the young artist, traveling the length of her body, contorting her muscles so they sent the sexual flow over her two milky wet fingers. “Ugh….yeess…please…more….”  Denise begged her body as the tingles after the contractions indicated her body had spent itself blissfully.

Slick and wet, Denise licked her fingers clean of her sex as the orgasmic waves faded away from her overtaxed body.  Reaching for gobs of toilet paper, Denise frantically cleaned herself the best she could without soap and wiggled her musky scented panties over her refreshed mound.  Removing herself from the corner she’d hidden in, The young artist walked over to the sink and washed her hands and then freshened up her appearance. “This passes.  Only my model will be able to tell the difference.”  She puckered her lips in the mirror, clearing off a smudge of lipstick. “Perfect.”  Denise adjusted the green bow on her dress and smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress before heading back to the studio.