Chapter 2

“But you liked what you saw,” Lauren said with a gleam in her eyes.

Cassandra tensed. “Lauren, I like you, but this is a totally inappropriate conversation to have. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you accuse me of…”

“Whoa! Let’s take a step back here. I’m not offended at all. If anything, I thought it was actually kind of flattering. Really, I’m cool with it.”

Cassandra thought maybe she’d completely destroyed the pleasant vibes they’d created over lunch. But Lauren’s smile seemed enough to smooth things over. It was a smile which read, ‘It’s okay, I know.’

“I apologize,” Cassandra said. “Let’s take a step back and start over. It’s a beautiful day and we were having such a great time.”

“I’m still having a great time. But I don’t want to change the subject. Your eyes lingered over the portrait I made of my boobs. Big deal. I won’t tell anyone, I swear. Discretion is a strong quality of mine.”

“You’re unstoppable.”

Lauren smiled wider. “Another personal attribute I have.”

The situation was getting out of hand and Cassandra briefly plotted her counter-attack. She was an expert in asserting dominance and she wasn’t going to be pinned down by a girl half her age.

“What’s the real reason you showed me your artwork?” Cassandra asked quizzingly. “Come on, I’ve dealt with thousands of students over the years. I’m experienced with human interaction.”

“You don’t believe me? I came with good intentions. All I wanted was your insight towards my artwork.”

Female intuition kicked in and Cassandra knew there was more. Lauren’s body language had tightened and a few facial expressions had turned the wrong way, however minor.

Cassandra sharpened her gaze. “And?”

“And… well… I thought about asking you for a favor.”

Now it was the professor’s turn to smile. “So the truth comes out. What else did you want from me?”

“I wanted to do a portrait of you. You know, a nude.”

Cassandra unleashed a powerful laugh. “Ha! Now that was a joke, right? Please tell me you’re joking.”

Lauren shook her head and there was sincerity in her eyes and voice. Their eyes were locked and Cassandra could swear she knew what her student was thinking.

“You really mean that?” Professor Smith asked for confirmation.

“Yeah, why not? I think you have an ideal figure”

“No, oh no, you wouldn’t want to paint me.”

Cassandra shook her head. “Why paint me when you have a plethora of beautiful bodies to work with?”

“Because, look at you.”

“Hardly a ringing endorsement,” the professor said with a feigned smile.

Lauren reached out and tucked Cassandra’s hair behind her ear. It was an inappropriate thing to do with a teacher roughly twice your age, but in the circumstance, formalities could be ignored. Couldn’t they?

“Okay, I admire your intelligence. And your elegance. You exude those things in a way that other nude models on campus can’t.”

“That’s very flattering,” Cassandra replied.

“It’s also the truth. So, how about it?”

“I’m flattered, but no.”

Lauren gave an unsurprising node. “Figured, but it was worth a shot.” A moment lingered between them. They both knew what it was. Lauren was probably disappointed in the answer, but knew it was the likely outcome. And the professor? Well, she had other ideas.

“Look, I won’t pose for you, but I’d love to be a technical advisor of sorts.”

Lauren’s eyebrows lifted. “Technical advisor, eh?”

“Yes. I could give tips, advice, pointers. That sort of thing. I don’t claim to be any sort of expert in making art, but I can provide whatever knowledge I have over years of teaching.”

“Will you help with my next set of artworks?” Lauren asked. “We could meet in a campus art room when no one is there.”

“Sure, I can do that. I’d love to assist in any way possible.”

“Fair warning though. My preference is in making nudes.”

Cassandra took a short breath. “I’ve noticed that.”

“I don’t know,” Lauren shrugged. “I’m weird.”

“There’s nothing weird about the human body.”

“True, but I like to venture off into sexuality,” Lauren replied. “Have you noticed that about my artwork?”

“The more explicit ones I try to sell. I display the tamer ones for school.”

The professor tried to hide her surprise. “Oh…”

“Don’t worry,” Lauren laughed. “It’s not like porn or anything. It’s just that there’s more of an emphasis on adult feelings. It’s sort of like what you saw a while ago, where my breasts were showing.”

“Speaking of which, how do you make a portrait of your own breasts like that? Do you base it on memory?”

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Swear,” the professor nodded.

“I kind of cheat a little bit. I set up a camera on a timer, strike a pose, and then I paint the picture. That’s how I get a sexy shot of my breasts when I’m alone.”

“That’s actually pretty clever.”

Lauren nodded. “I know, but I won’t have to rely on the camera timer anymore now that you’re assisting me.”

“You can take pictures of me. It’ll be fun. Then I’ll add a classical European style when I paint whatever images you capture of me.”

“Nude?” Cassandra asked cautiously.

“Yeah, nudes. Unless of course I’ve misjudged you, and I’m making a massive fool of myself right now, in which case I’d have to drop your class and hide from you for the rest of my college years. Possibly the rest of my life. So what’s it going to be Professor Smith?”

Cassandra laughed. “No, you won’t need to hide from me, or be embarrassed. Yes, I’ll help however I can.”

“Awesome. Do you have any experience with nude art? Have you taken any of those classes when you were in college?”

“It’s not that big of a deal. Tits are tits. Yours are just as good as mine.”

“Not quite,” Cassandra said, softly shaking her head. “You’re young. I’m turning 43 in a few months. I can assure you, our tits are nothing alike.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

There was a wry smile on Lauren’s face when she said that, and it kind of made Cassandra feel…alive.

“I look forward to our meeting, whenever it is,” Cassandra said. “Text me and we’ll work out a time slot.”

“A toast; to bare tits.”

They picked up their bottles of juice and made a toast, and as they drank, they kept on looking at each other. Lauren had that twinkle in her eyes. Cassandra felt a longing between her legs.

Not long after Cassandra arrived home to her apartment that evening, she masturbated. She changed her clothes, rested, and slid a hand underneath her panties as she watched the news.

Her back slouched and curved into the couch. Typically she wouldn’t be caught dead in public with poor posture like this. But this was a notable exception. No one was around except for the cable news pundits on the screen.

She heard what they were saying and her eyes were watching the screen, but Lauren was on her mind.

There were the usual go-to fantasies that Cassandra had. Either she’d seduce a student. Or a student would seduce her. Sometimes this would happen when they were alone in a classroom or her office. Other times it was at her apartment or some place generic.

New ideas were on her mind this time. She imagined herself alone with her beautiful young student in the art room. Lauren was striking a pose, just like she did in the painting with her breasts proudly thrust outwards. She imagined herself on her knees, in between Lauren’s legs.

It was a delicious fantasy that made her ignore the news all together and cum. Her feet curled on the floor. Then she relaxed. A smile formed on her face.

When she’d recovered, she felt a pang of guilt, but the remorse quickly disappeared. It always did. Who would ever find out? Unless of course, Cassandra would actually admit her feelings to someone…

After several back-and-forth texts, they agreed to meet on Monday near the evening. It was the day where the professor had a late afternoon class and the art studio would have more privacy. The sun would also be going down, creating an interesting shade on the pose, thanks to the large windows on the room.

Professor Smith headed to the Creative Arts building with her things in hand. She was dressed professionally as always, but her clothes and hair looked a little rustled from the busy day.

When she entered the room, her pretty student was already there, barefoot and sitting relaxed on a chair. Lauren had pulled her hair back in a loose ponytail and was wearing — surprisingly — nothing but a robe.

“Can you close the door?” Lauren asked. “I don’t want anyone outside to see me. Thanks.”

Professor Smith closed the door and looked around, noticing a camera and some art supplies on a nearby table.

“Looks like you’re all prepared.”

Lauren stood, smiling. “Yeah, I was here for like an hour doing a bunch of stuff. Plus, we’d better get this done before anyone walks in.”

“At this hour, probably not. But you never know.”

“So if anyone did walk in, they’d see you…like this…?”

Lauren shrugged. “It would only be someone from the Art Club. In which case, that person would have seen me nude already. We’ll also have privacy curtains up anyway, just in case.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

The professor stepped closer to the table which had all the supplies, while Lauren pulled a curtain hanging from a ceiling track around their perimeter.

“Do you know how to use a DSLR camera?” Lauren asked.

Cassandra picked up the device in question. “In my day, all we had were cameras like this, except they weren’t nearly as high-tech. So yes, I know what to do.”

Lauren’s voice seemed to have a particularly seductive tone.

“I’m ready,” Cassandra nodded.

The beautiful student untied the belt holding her robe closed, shrugged off the cover, and tossed it aside. She put her hands on her hips and stood there completely naked. It was obvious she was confident in her own skin. She had probably done this countless times in front of numerous people, possibly for hours on end.

She had the physique of an average college girl with a slender waist and curves in all the right places. Though she had defined hips, Lauren was small on top. And she was clean-shaven between her thighs.

Cassandra’s eyes kept going back to those nipples. They were small and pink, just as depicted in the paintings. They hardened as she studied them. But was it from exposure to the cool air…or arousal?

All Cassandra knew was that it was in her best interest not to let her own arousal show. After all, she was a teaching professional. Having inappropriate contact with a student was strictly against the rules.

“Well?” Lauren asked with her hands up now.

Cassandra quietly gulped. “Yes?”

“You’re the photographer. Tell me what to do.”

“Of course,” Cassandra said, looking around their confined space. “Well, many classical paintings feature women laying on their sides. So, pick whichever piece of furniture you find most comfortable.”

Lauren looked to her left and pointed at a black, leather lounge chair. “That one.”

It was like something therapists used in all the movies. Long and narrow, it was slightly-scuffed in sections, but it still appeared to have plenty of cushioning.

Cassandra approved. “Nice choice.”

Her eyes, for whatever reason, ventured to Lauren’s bare feet as it made smacking noises on the hard floor. Then the student paused before sitting.

“How adult do you want to make this?” Lauren asked quizzingly.

Cassandra blinked rapidly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you want to make this plain? Or do you want to, you know, push boundaries a little.”

“Look, it’s against my ethical guidelines to assist you any further, because I know what you’re talking about. What we’re doing now is already pushing the boundaries. Having said that, it’s your artwork. I can’t stop you. And we’re in private.”