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Part 16: All in the name of art by Strawberry The three boys filed onto the bus with the rest of the class. They were going on an excursion with their art class, something that they did regularly but today they were extra excited about their venture. "I can�t believe our teacher is actually going to let us do this," Richard said in awe. "What, don�t you think you can handle it, Rich?" Paul came back. "I can handle it," Richard replied indignantly. "I�m just a little scared." "Scared? Scared of what?" "Well, there�s going to be people, and they�re gonna be, alive and�other stuff." "Of course they�re alive Rich, that�s why it�s called life drawing," Paul said. "No Paul. I think he means something else," Tim nudged his short friend. "What?" "That he might really like this class." "And so he should. I know I will really like this class, I mean three naked women, laying in front of us that we can stare at for as long as we want. It�s gonna be a dream come true," Paul said oblivious to what Richard was so worried about. "No, I mean he might really, really like it." Tim waved his hand in the general area of Richard�s crotch. "Hey! Get your hands away from that. I don�t want you to attack mine like you did Paul�s. Just back off!" "Huh! At least your�s still works," Paul said quietly. "What? Your dick doesn�t work anymore?" Tim asked loudly causing everyone on the bus to turn and stare. Paul went a bright shade of read and slapped Tim upside the head before elbowing him in his vitals. Tim squealed. "What is it with you and hurting my dick?" he whimpered. "Well, I don�t want to be alone in my sufferings," Paul explained simply. "Look! Will you guys stop playing with your dicks," Richard yelled so that the rest of the bus could hear both them, and the topic of their conversation. "And tell me how to stop the inevitable happening," he said in a much quieter voice. "OK, what works for me, is to think about something really boring like, say, trees, or animals, or science, or asexual reproduction," Paul said. "Yeah, and history, reading, train rides, cooking�I know! Wendy Harmer," Tim chipped in. "OK. That might just work. I�ll give it a try. Shit, we�re here." The three boys proceeded to get off the bus in a hurry, eagerly awaiting their glimpse at guilt-free nudity. "I can�t believe this," Paul said, an excited expression on his face as he rubbed his hands together. "One whole day of staring at naked girls." They walked into the studio that had been set up for them, with easels, paper, charcoal and pencils. Each took a seat at one of the easels as the teacher explained what was going to happen. "There will be two female models, both very different in looks and because the third has pulled out, she will be replaced by a man. Now, I want you to make use of this experience as it will be a good chance for you all to get a good grasp on the human body and it�s form." Snickers erupted around the studio but were silenced with a glance from the teacher. "Thankyou. Now, there will be a ten minute break every half hour and you will get two hours for lunch. Other than that, you can draw right throughout the day. Now boys, I don�t want any whistles or rude comments. This is strictly art so I expect you to be mature about it." "Hey! How about a warning for the girls? There�s gonna be a bloke out there too," Paul yelled at the teacher. "OK, girls, you behave yourselves too. If you just want to get ready and talk amongst yourselves, the models for today will get ready and come out. Then, you can start with your drawing." "Damn it!" Tim cursed. "Why can�t we just have three chicks. Hey Rich, now you can just look at the guy to get your little fella to settle down," Tim whispered just as the three models came into the centre of the room, removing their robes and posing. Three jaws dropped. "Guys, have you ever seen someone naked before?" Richard managed to ask. "Nuh-uh," Paul muttered, shifting in his seat. "Not like this," Tim choked. "Are you thinking boring thoughts guys?" Richard asked, frantically trying to conjure up images of Wendy Harmer in his mind. "Yep," Tim squeaked, obviously having some problems too. "But it�s not working," Paul said, all concentration on his nether regions. Then realisation hit him. "IT STILL WORKS!!" he yelled on the verge of being unable to contain his excitement. This earned him several strange looks and a raised eyebrow from one of the female models. "Shhh! Paul, it�s not working, it�s not going down. I can�t get it down," Richard said frantically. "Don�t� fret, no ones watching us anyway," Paul reassured, picking up his charcoal and starting to draw. The other two followed suit, shifting uncomfortably every so often in their seats. |
