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 �>�Self Dares by stripgnd

   Self Dares Ch.  02

   Show me yours I will show you mine + Modelling + Awesome sex.

   That single day ignited an exhibitionistic streak in me.  I had always
known it had been there, the fantasy of being caught naked in public or
just the excitement and risk of being naked where people could catch me.  I
wouldn't go so far as to claim it to be life-changing or anything like
that. I was a long way away from burning my bra and stopping shaving as I
reclaimed my female rights to be naked as and where I wanted to be, but it
switched the fantasy from pure fantasy to experience.

   It had been fairly tame in the grand scheme of things, the Amazon
delivery driver saw me in sexy sleepwear, my neighbour caught a glimpse of
me naked and the pizza guy got a fairly okay tip.  Not bigging myself up
there, my body is my body and nothing special.  Put me in front of a mirror
and I will easily point out what I don't like and what I would like to
change, but that is just teenage insecurity.  He seemed fairly happy with
his none monetary tip.  I had wondered if he had whacked himself off to me
when he had been alone.  I wondered if he had told his friends.  I have
ordered pizzas since then and it hasn't been the same guy, maybe he was
that traumatised that he hung up his delivery driver cap.  Or as Hanna
suggested, maybe he wanked himself to death over my tight little sexy bod.

   As I say I didn't go clothes-free and cast off the shackles of societal
decency.  I was still very cautious and valued my privacy.  The thrill of
being caught was still there though, but the changes were small and
developed over time.  As the winter months turned into Spring and finally
Summer instead of wearing lighter pyjamas I just wore less.  Progressing
from long trousers and a long shirt I gradually edged towards sleeping
naked.  I was surprised at how comfortable it was to sleep with no clothes
on and I understood why Hanna just wore less as it got warmer and didn't
battle with an air conditioning and nightwear balancing act.

   The long trousers were removed and I just wore a long-sleeved shirt and
panties.  I still wriggled around a lot and I was paranoid about losing the
duvet and someone walking in on me so I actually went bottomless before
topless.  For a few weeks, I slept wearing a vest and nothing else. 
Confidence grew though and as I realised I never actually woke up not
decent I eventually just did it and started to sleep naked.  It felt
liberating and soooo comfortable.  I still wore panties when I was on and
pyjamas if I slept over at someone else's house as that would just be
weird. I also wore something if it was cooler than I was comfortable with,
but for the majority of the summer, I wore nothing in bed.

   Late night or early morning bathroom runs where I would just go in
whatever I was sleeping in was the first baby steps.  Eventually forgoing
the bathrobe I nervously and with tingles rippling up and down my naked
body I tippie-toed to and from the bathroom naked.  It was hardly a journey
fraught with danger, worst case was Mum, Dad or brother saw me with no
clothes on, but I only did it when it was late (or super early) and I
checked all lights were off before I streaked.

   I assumed that no one knew of my new sleeping habits, but for my
birthday I always got a new pyjama set from Mum and Dad as a little extra.
I was 'rabbit in the headlights' when Mum asked me if I wanted PJs this
year or something different.  I guess she put two and two together as she
hadn't washed any of my sleepwear for months except for if I stayed over
somewhere or someone stayed here.  I eventually managed to stammer I would
like some winter ones.  It was strange, she didn't give a shit, who cares
if I sleep naked or not?  In fact, she probably doesn't know I am sleeping
naked, I could just be wearing underwear or one of my loungy t-shirts I
have my own room, and I am not hurting anyone, if I want to wear nothing in
bed then that is my choice.  Graham sleeps naked all year round and has
done for years.  I have never seen Dad in any sort of sleepwear and Mum
just wears a t-shirt.

   My neighbour never mentioned that he saw me naked.  Either to me or to
any of my family either.  It had been a bit awkward the first time we saw
each other and spoke, but only because I made it like that.  He was too
much of a gentleman to mention it.  It hopefully gave him a bit of a thrill
and that was enough.  He hadn't had a repeat performance as of yet.  I also
haven't flashed any delivery driver since.

   That was probably my only regret of the naked day.  Not the nude pizza
one, but the 'dressed' Amazon delivery.  I wish I had done it naked, or at
least topless.  As soon as I had done it I wished that I had done it at
least half naked and was high on my list to rectify.  The opportunities
were few and far between though.  The house was occasionally empty, but it
was never empty for a prolonged period of time.  At least not long enough
to risk nudity.  Dad worked from home, Graham was a student like I was, but
also worked a couple of part-time jobs as well.  Mum was a nurse, so our
schedules were all over the place.

   I had dared Hanna to do the same dare as I had a few times as her house
was a lot more fixed schedule, there were days when she was home alone from
early morning until late afternoon and occasionally longer.  She never did
though, she was close a few times, but she always wimped out of any of the
dares.  She went downstairs naked and had her breakfast, but a noise made
her jump, she scampered back upstairs and threw her clothes back on.

   My self-dares were getting a bit riskier.  Never reckless, but
definitely riskier.  I regularly went to the gym, I liked to keep in shape
and although I didn't suffer from weight issues, in fact, I was normally
shouted at by the doctor for being underweight, but I did enjoy the gym. 
That and cute guys in shorts.  Always a good thing.  I rarely wore a bra
anyway as I didn't need one, but a few times at the gym I had gone without
panties as well.  I wore gym leggings so it wasn't like I was prancing
around in a skirt with no undies on, but even so, gym leggings are hardly
the thickest of material.  You could see the panty line of even the tiniest
of underwear through them, and with none on the lack of a panty line was
fairly telling.  Of course, if you didn't know that then you would be none
the wiser, but even so, it felt quite naughty.

   The riskiest thing I started to do though was not wearing underwear.  It
was only very occasionally to start with, but I gradually got into a
routine of every Tuesday not wearing any underwear.  Still only one day a
week, and only if I was nowhere near my period, but still, Tuesday was a
University day and I went without a bra or panties if possible.  I even
dared to do it while wearing a skirt a couple of times as well and not an
ankle-length skirt either, a knee-length one I had to be careful with.  Sat
in a lecture hall with stepped seating and desks with open fronts was
fairly nerve-racking with no panties on.  It sounds unlikely, but it is
easy to forget and do something stupid.  Get an itch on your ankle and
uncross your legs as you instinctively lean down and scratch it or just
something so simple as dropping something and picking it up without
thinking.  I don't think I ever did, but that is the thing with doing
something accidentally, you don't realise you have done it.  No one
mentioned anything, and let's face it if a girl flashes her pussy in a
lecture hall and anyone notices it is going to be public knowledge fairly
quickly.

   My occasional skirt-wearing quickly became the norm as I got braver.  As
I have said, the thrill is the risk of getting caught and the bigger that
risk is, the bigger the thrill.  Even so far as to when no one was looking,
I switched which way my legs were crossed giving a momentary, but a
definite flash of my privates.  No one saw me, I was careful, but the act
and risk were a serious turn on and my body fizzed with excitement and
adrenaline.

   I wasn't sure at first, it could have just been a trick of the light or
just something creating an intermittent shadow.  Either way, I got off my
bed and closed my door properly.  It was only partially open, with the
thinnest of gaps between the door frame and the door.  I was sure I saw a
shadow move across and back a few times, each time a slower transition.  I
wasn't naked, I was wearing a thong and vest which was just what I had
thrown on after my shower.  I did have a robe that I could wear, but if you
are just lazing around on your bed a robe is a bit unwieldy and after a
while, it ends up more near you, than actually on you.

   The shadow disappeared as I got near the door and I heard footsteps in
the hallway outside my room.  It sounded like they went towards Graham's
room and for a second I was angry.  Pervert was spying on me.  The anger
was quickly replaced with pity.  Pity is too strong a word, he was still a
pervert, but clearly, he needs to get laid and spying on his sister in her
underwear isn't going to achieve that goal.  For a second I considered
calling him out on it, but it would just cause an argument.  I had no
evidence he had been doing it, and he would just deny it.

   I went and laid back on my bed for a couple of hours until I was sleepy.
I got up and went to the bathroom, it was approaching midnight and no one
would be awake still so I went just wearing the thong and vest.  I did toy
with the idea of going naked, but for some reason I didn't I must have
known as on the way back Graham came out of his room.  The hallway was
pretty much pitch black with the only light source being the TV that was on
in my room further down the hallway.  As his door opened though the light
from his room flooded into the hallway and lit me up.   -�Hey, -� I said as
I walked passed him quickly as I was aware of how little I was wearing.  I
was glad I wasn't naked, but there was very little to the front of my
panties anyway, and they were very lacy and totally see-through.

    -�Hey, -� he said back and I felt his eyes on my bare bum as I walked
passed him.

   I grinned to myself as I showed myself off.  Knowing he would be looking
I walked in the way girls do when they know they are being watched.  One
foot deliberated place in front of the other which tenses the muscles down
the back of the legs and bum.  There was nothing to the back of the thong
either except for the tiniest triangle of material at the top of my bum
which covered nothing to all intents and purposes from the back I was naked
from the waist down.

   I pushed my door closed behind me but made sure to not push it hard
enough to close it.  Although it had been my intention it was still a long
shot.  The door swung shut, rode up the latch to the limit before it would
snick shut and then the spring-loaded latch forced the door open again. 
The hinges were smooth and if nudged the door did swing open easier than
closed, but even so, it had been a perfectly weighted push on the door that
I wouldn't have achieved again if I tried all night.

   While I watched the door I lifted my vest up and over my head so I was
topless and as the door swung open I held it over my now bare chest to
cover my boobs.  The vest did the job required, but barely, It was a small
tightly fitted vest when worn by design, so trying to hold it across
breasts took effort, especially so one-handed.  I looked up and saw Graham
looking as I reached out with my free hand.   -�Damn door, -� I said in
false protest.   -�Night bro, -� I said.

    -�Night, -� he replied as I casually closed the door as though that had
been my intention seconds earlier.

   I grinned to myself at my teasing.  Yes, he shouldn't be looking, but
equally, I shouldn't be teasing him either.  Both as bad as each other.  I
removed my panties and climbed into bed pulling the duvet up over me. 
Enjoying the coolness of the sheets against my skin I gently rocked my hips
under the sheets to brush them across myself.  I went to sleep horny.  I
did consider playing with myself, but I was genuinely sleepy and my bed was
being noisier than usual.  I assumed that it just needed tightening up, but
as was the case, I had forgotten again.  I could have done it on the floor,
but returning to my 'I am actually sleepy' comment, I just went to sleep
instead.

   I caught him doing it another couple of times.  Nothing too intrusive,
ultimately it was my fault for not closing my door properly.  Okay, him
spying on me was a massive betrayal of trust, but it felt kind of naughty
as well.  I didn't encourage it, when I noticed him doing it I closed the
door properly or decided I needed a drink at that moment in time to leave
my room and reinforce decency.  He never saw anything more than a vest and
underwear, at no point was I even topless, but even so, it made me smile
that he was interested enough to perv on me.  It was a bit of a lift and a
boost, yes it was wrong on every level a brother spying on his sister, but
even so, ego-wise, it felt pretty good.

   It was a Tuesday night, Mum was working and Dad was at the bar as was
tradition.  Graham was in the living room with one of his friends and they
were playing some sort of shooting game.  I went downstairs to get myself a
drink and glanced at the screen.  Lots of bullets resulting in a lot of
death were flying around.  A lot of them in the general direction of Graham
and Steve.  They were doing three lives each by the looks of it.   -�Hiya,
-� Graham said when he noticed me.

    -�Hey, -� I replied.  Steve glanced as well and then looked properly
which cost him one of his lives.  I was 100% decent, I was only wearing a
t-shirt and a skirt, but it was common knowledge that Steve fancied me and
just me showing any level of skin was enough to distract him.

    -�Are you out? -� Graham asked as Steve handed him the controller for
his lives.

    -�Don't think so, -� I said shaking my head,  -�Tomorrow maybe, -� I
added.

    -�Grab a beer if you want, -� Steve offered.  I think he was being
kind, but equally, he could have been trying to get me drunk.  It hadn't
worked previously, and it was very unlikely to work tonight, but free beer
was free beer.

    -�Oh, cheers, -� I replied,  -�Are you sure you don't mind? -� I asked
in the sweetest voice I could achieve.  Graham noticed and rolled his eyes,
but Steve just smiled at me shyly.

    -�Get us one as well, -� Graham said as Steve had clearly lost the
power of speech.

    -�Will do, -� I said.

    -�Wanna join us? -� Graham asked.

   It was out of politeness, but it was a genuine offer.  As I have said,
we get on really well most of the time and watching a film together would
not be out of the ordinary.  Video games didn't interest me, but it was a
more attractive offer than sitting in my room on my own drinking beer like
a saddo.   -�Yeah sure, -� I said,  -�I will just go and grab my phone. -�

   I went upstairs and picked up my phone, I also put on a pair of panties
as it was Tuesday and I wasn't wearing any.  The skirt was knee length, but
paired with a low sofa and drinking it would be foolish to not wear any.

   It was a fairly good night.  They were actually quite funny together. 
It also helped that they were shit at the game and got irritated regularly.
They did offer me a go, but I wouldn't know which way up to hold the
controller so I passed on the offer.  I got the drinks as it seemed polite.
I was drinking their beer, so the least I could do was wait on them.

   I was texting Hanna through the night up until about half 9 when she
went quiet.  She was sick (hungover), so she had likely fallen asleep.  I
switched to surfing social media while watching them play the game.  It was
quite good to watch actually, it was fast-paced and the graphics were
bright and engaging.  I lifted my leg up and put my bare foot on the sofa.
Both of them glanced at me when I moved my leg, but neither of them took a
second glance.  I deliberately, but naturally allowed my knee to sway side
to side slightly as I sat on the sofa messing with my phone.  They both
looked again, and this time neither of them looked away for several
seconds. I felt my stomach somersault and felt the warm rush of excitement
as I flashed my underwear.

   My panties were fairly plain and a non-descript white cotton, but they
were panties non the less and they were being worn in a real-world
scenario. They wouldn't be neatly positioned to perfectly sit across my
privates and equally they wouldn't be perfectly lit.  They were
conservative enough for me to be fairly sure I wouldn't be showing anything
other than the panties themselves, but there was always that possibility.
Shadow would provide further mystery and I wish I had worn black ones as
they would have given the illusion that I maybe wasn't wearing any at all.
I kept messing with my phone as the two of them stared at my underwear.  I
was quite proud that my panties cost them two lives, complete with a
5-second kill cam, respawn, and then the second death.

    -�Want another bottle? -� I asked as I placed my phone down and put my
foot back on the floor again.

    -�Uh, yeah, sure, cheers, -� Steve said as he looked back at the TV.

    -�Please, -� Graham said.

   I placed the fresh bottle on the table in front of each of them and sat
back on the sofa again with my foot on the sofa as I had been sitting
moments earlier.  Whilst in the kitchen I had run my thumbs around the
elastic of them to double check they were covering what they should be. 
They were both distracted and it was hilarious.  I messed with my phone as
though I was oblivious to the show I was providing, but I was hyper-aware
that I was flashing my panties to them.  A glimpse here and there was so
powerful for a guy, seeing either of them less than fully dressed wouldn't
be anywhere near as exciting for me.  I would enjoy it, of course, I would,
but it would be more funny than sexy if either of them were somehow
flashing boxers or more.

   After a few minutes, I tucked both of my feet up and sat cross-legged on
the sofa.  I pushed my hand down between my legs to redirect the skirt
between them to cover myself.  It looked like a genuine attempt, but I had
no intention of hiding anything.  I was now sitting cross-legged giving
them a perfect up-skirt view of me.  Again my underwear would be
categorised as boring in any sort of visual examination.  Practical and
functional, but nowhere near sexy.  The allure was purely the taboo of it.
The perceived fact that I was totally unaware and they were both getting a
voyeuristic peep at what they shouldn't be able to see.  Looking up a
girl's skirt while she was unaware.  It felt naughty, and it felt super
sexy.

   Steve shifted his position and I wondered if I was affecting him to that
degree.  I wondered if he was silently fighting with an erection in his
jeans.  My thoughts wandered to if either, or both of them would masturbate
to the image they were currently looking at.  It was at that moment I
remembered I still hadn't tightened my bed frame so all thoughts of me
rubbing myself off later were quashed.

    -�Half 11, -� Graham said a bit later on.

    -�Eh? -� I said looking at him confused.

    -�Last bus, -� Graham said,  -�For Steve. -�

    -�Oh, okay, -� I said as Steve finished his last go on the game and
started to collect his stuff.  He always brought his controller for the
console as well as a backpack full of geek stuff that from what I could
determine he never used.

   He left five minutes later just leaving Graham and me in the living
room. I was still systematically flashing my underwear in a faux clumsy
sort of way.  Nothing obvious, or even that revealing, but each time I did
it Graham got distracted for long enough to lose a life in the game.  I
wondered to myself if I would look if I could see something of his that I
maybe shouldn't be able to.  I couldn't decide, I know I wouldn't find it
as exciting as I assume he was doing, but I guess I would look.  I would
probably tell him and have a giggle at his expense.  The lack of Steve
taking alternate sets of three lives meant that he quickly got frustrated
and turned it off in what can only be described as a rage quit.  I smiled,
but I didn't mention anything.  It had actually been a nice night and
having an argument now would have been annoying.

    -�Gonna go to bed, -� I said,  -�Do you know where the screwdrivers are
kept? -� I asked.

    -�Random, -� he replied,  -�But yes, kitchen draw.  Why? -�

    -�My bed needs tightening, -� I replied.  I was super horny and I
needed to cum.  I didn't fancy doing it on the floor, so I would have a go
at tightening my bed frame now.  I was half hoping that he would offer to
do it for me, but instead, he just looked at me with a wry smile that maybe
suggested that he had put two and two together and 'cum' to the correct
answer.

    -�Can't it wait until tomorrow? -� he asked.

    -�Yeah, probably, -� I replied,  -�But it is super clicky, even when
sleeping. -� I tensed up as I said the words.  When else would it be
clicky? When I was three knuckles deep in my pussy was the answer, and the
grin that flickered across his face confirmed any doubt I had.

    -�Oh really, -� he grinned at me.

   I had several options.  Denial, admission or deflection.   -�Oh like you
don't do it, -� I replied as I went for deflection.

    -�Possibly, but we are talking about you, -� he replied.

    -�No, we really aren't, -� I replied as I searched for a subject
change.

    -�We kinda are, -� he replied as his eyes flicked towards my waist.  I
wasn't flashing at the moment, but I am sure he was just trying to engage
x-ray vision to accompany the verbal picture that was being painted.

    -�Well, we shouldn't be, -� I said,  -�Anyway, did you get a good view
of me this morning? -� I asked him.

   That worked, the colour drained from his face.  He was unaware that I
knew he spied on me on occasion.  Judging by his reaction he was at least
aware of how weird and wrong it was, which at least made it a little bit
better.   -�It is fine, whatever, -� I said waving my hand dismissively, 
-�It is a little weird...  but whatever.  You need to get a girlfriend, -�
I said.

   He just nodded in reply.  He was still expecting me to kick off or
whatever and I probably should have done.   -�Sorry, -� he said,  -�Don't
tell Mum? -� he said.

    -�I won't, it is fine, -� I said,  -�What did you see? -� I asked.

   He stammered a few times as he worked out how honest he was going to be.
 -�Be honest, -� I prompted,  -�Have you ever seen me naked? -� I asked.

   He shook his head.   -�Topless? -� I prompted and again he shook his
head.   -�So just undies? -� I asked.

    -�Yeah, -� he said nodding his head slowly.   -�How long have you
known? -� he asked.

    -�Few weeks, -� I said.

    -�And you aren't mad? -� he asked sounding genuinely surprised.

    -�Oh I was fucking livid, -� I said,  -�But it is kinda cute in a weird
fucked up sort of way.  Why do you do it? -� I asked somewhat rhetorically.
I was hoping the answer was just curiosity and he didn't want to fuck me or
anything massively super weird.

   He just shrugged, but I waited for the answer.  I needed to know in the
same way you look at a car crash when you drive passed.  It would be
relationship-changing if he wanted to have actual sex with me, but not
knowing would probably be even more damaging.   -�Just, curious I guess, -�
he said eventually.

   I breathed a sigh of relief when he said the words, especially so as it
was a genuine reply, or he was an amazing liar.   -�Thank fuck for that, -�
I said laughing,  -�I thought for a second you were super weird and wanted
to fuck me or something, -� I said laughing.  Partially at hearing the
ridiculousness of my concern out loud, but mainly in relief.

   He stared at me, clearly stunned by my words.  His face contorted into
true disgust before he laughed along with me.   -�God no.  Ewwwww! -� he
said.

   We had a laugh and I got up and came back with two fresh beers.   -�So
how far have you been with a girl? -� I asked.

    -�Not far, -� he said,  -�Kiss and cuddle, -� he said.

    -�Aww, cute, -� I said

    -�You? -� he asked.

   I almost commented that I hadn't been very far at all with a girl.  In
fact, I was probably less experienced than he was with the fairer sex, but
I knew what he meant and I decided to not be a child about it.   -�I am not
a virgin, -� I said flatly.  That kinda covers it all really.

   He nodded in reply, but he didn't ask any follow-up questions.  I guess
he was fairly protective over me as I was his younger sister and he
probably didn't want to know who had done what to me.  We sipped at the
drinks and chatted about relationships and life in general.  It was lovely
and we didn't do this anywhere near enough.  We got on so well and he was
more a mate than a brother at times.

    -�So have you never seen a girl naked? -� I asked.  He didn't reply
straight away, he just looked at me.   -�Other than me, -� I added.

    -�No, -� he said shaking his head.

    -�Show me yours, and I will show you mine, -� I said grinning at him.

   He laughed as he assumed I was joking, but I wasn't, and he soon
realised that.   -�Seriously? -� he asked.

    -�Sure, why not? -� I replied with a casual shrug.

    -�How will that work? -� he asked.

   It was my turn to look confused.   -�Er..  well, if you get naked, I
will get naked.  Show and tell, -� I replied.

    -�Really? -� he asked.

    -�Yeah, -� I said,  -�It will be funny if nothing else, -� I said.  I
wasn't sure if a guy getting naked was best described as funny when they
were unsure in the first place, but it was what came to mind first so that
is what I went with.

   There was a bit of to and fro as he checked and double-checked I wasn't
just being a bitch and I wouldn't whip a camera out the second he got naked
and run off.  I even placed my phone face down on the coffee table that was
out of reach to reinforce that I was genuine.

   After a while, he stood up and started to undress.  Socks first, then
his top and his jeans.  Standing in front of me only wearing his boxers he
was likely unaware that they were not buttoned and I could see more than he
maybe intended.  To answer my previous question, yeah I would look.  
-�Strip to your undies, -� he suggested.

    -�I pretty much am already.  No bra and just the t-shirt and panties,
-� I said,  -�Go on, you first. -�

    -�And you will? -� he asked.

    -�Yeah, promise, -� I replied.

   He looked at me for a few seconds and then slid his boxers down to the
floor and stepped out of them.  He cupped his cock and balls with his hands
and I just grinned at him.   -�Your turn, -� he said.

    -�Okay, -� I said as I stood up.  My heart was pounding as I was about
to get naked.

   I lifted my t-shirt up and over my head leaving my breasts exposed.  I
didn't cover them, instead, I slid my panties down and off and stepped out
of them.  Like him, as I stood up I held my hands between my legs to cover
my pussy.   -�Hands? -� I suggested.

   He looked at me for a second, but his eyes were on my breasts and
nipples.  They were not very big, but in the cool air and with the
excitement of stripping my nipples were perky enough to be noticeable He
slowly removed his hands from in front of him and I saw his penis and
testicles.  I have seen them before, but never to actually look at.  There
is a big difference between an accidental glimpse and standing in front of
me cock out naked.  He was actually quite cute, he had a decent size cock
and his balls were nowhere near as wrinkly as some were.  He was well
proportioned and although not shaved he wasn't thickly covered in hair down
there, or anywhere for that matter.

   I moved my own hands by my side and his eyes locked between my legs.  I
was shaved and there was very little left to the imagination.  I didn't
have pronounced labia so standing up with my legs closed there was not a
lot to see genital-wise.  The straight line of my womanhood disappeared
between my legs keeping everything well hidden.  I was still naked though
and being stared at.

    -�Naked girl, -� I commented as he visually took me in.

    -�Uh hu, -� he nodded,  -�What is what? -� he asked as he made eye
contact for the first time since my top had come off.

    -�Breasts, nipples, areola, -� I said as I pointed them out, but I knew
what he meant for details.   -�Er...  vulva, labia... -� I said as I
pointed out the external features while keeping my legs very closed.  I
wasn't sure if I was brave or drunk enough to give him the full lesson, as
that would require me on my back and legs open.

    -�Clitoris? -� he asked.

    -�Yeah, that kinda hides, -� I said,  -�Everything is kinda underneath,
-� I said as I stated the blindly obvious while I decided if I was actually
going to do this or not.

    -�Okay, -� he said looking at me.   -�You are cute, -� he commented.

    -�Thanks, -� I replied,  -�You too, -� I replied.  Guys don't like
being described as cute when naked.  They want to be manly and big, cute
doesn't portray large.  It suggests small and delicate.

    -�Really cute, -� he said.

   I blushed at his compliment.  As I have said I can point out flaws in my
body easily, but I am overly harsh on myself.   -�You really want the full
tour? -� I asked him.  He nodded in reply.  I took a deep breath and looked
at him.   -�Okay, but don't tell anyone, -� I said.

    -�Of course not, -� he replied.

   I sat on the sofa and shifted my bum back a bit, but so I could lay
back. I tucked my feet up against my bum making sure I kept my legs closed.
All it would take now was dropping my knees to the side and I would be
fully exposed.  I placed my right hand between my legs to cover myself as I
opened my legs.  I saw his cock twitch as I did so and he covered himself.
He saw me looking and blushed.   -�No.  Let's see him, -� I said grinning.

    -�Sorry, -� he said,  -�But it is...  er...  hard, -� he added.

    -�I know, -� I grinned,  -�Let's see him in full glory.  You are about
to see me, -� I added.

   He removed his hand at the same time I moved mine.  No secrets for me at
all.  Our eyes locked onto each other's privates and I was impressed.  He
wasn't huge, but he was decently endowed.  Long and fairly thick as well. 
-�Nice dick, -� I said grinning at him.

   My comment smashed his confidence and he shrank to flaccid in a few
seconds.  I didn't comment, I just opened myself up.   -�Clit, -� I said
pointing out the sensitive nub that guys found so difficult to find.

    -�That? -� he asked looking at it.

    -�Yep, that is it, -� I said as I worked down my genitals pointing the
bits out.   -�I pee from there, -� I said with a cheeky grin as I pointed
in the general direction of my urethra.

    -�Oh, not the v... -� he began but stumbled on the word.

    -�Nope, -� I said.  I lifted my hips off the sofa slightly so he could
see my ass.   -�Bum, -� I said indicating my back door.

    -�Cool, -� he said as he stared at my privates.  He was also very erect
again.

    -�He is back, -� I grinned.

    -�Yeah, sorry, -� he said.

    -�Don't be, -� I said,  -�You are quite big, -� I added.

    -�Really? -� he asked.

    -�Yeah, -� I said honestly.

    -�So are you wet? -� he asked.

   I stroked a finger between my legs as subtly as I could manage.  Which
turns out to be not very subtle at all when your are legs akimbo on your
back.   -�Yeah, a little bit, -� I said as I closed my legs suddenly
feeling very vulnerable.

    -�Do you have to check? -� he asked.

    -�Unless I am super turned on then yeah, -� I said,  -�Then I can feel
it. -�

    -�Do you wet your panties? -� he asked grinning at me.

    -�I can do, -� I replied smiling back at him,  -�But I have to be super
horny for that to happen, -� I added.

    -�What does it feel like? -� he asked.

    -�Warm apple pie, -� I said as I quoted the film, American Pie.  It was
a fairly accurate description.

   He stared at me and I almost offered for him to see for himself.  I
heard a car door slam outside and I jumped up off the sofa.  He grabbed his
clothes and dashed upstairs leaving me to fend for myself.  I scooped up my
clothes and ran upstairs slamming my door behind me.  Seconds later I heard
the front door open and Dad come in.   -�Hello?! -� he shouted.

   I didn't reply, instead, I stood in my room naked.  He would walk in on
me, he always did when it was late in case I was asleep so he didn't wake
me.  He always liked to say  -�night -� which was cute, I guess he hates
that I am not his baby anymore.  My heart was pounding as I heard him
coming upstairs.  I heard him go into Graham's room and say night to him
followed by footsteps to my bedroom door.  My hair was still a bit wet from
my shower and I grabbed the towel to dry my hair with so I wasn't just
standing in my room naked for no reason.  Sure enough, with no knock or
warning, he came in.

    -�Oh, one sec, -� I said urgently as I quickly moved the towel to cover
between my legs.  Momentum and human reaction time though meant he came in
and looked at me before my words registered.

    -�Oops, sorry love, -� he said as I stood in front of him fully
topless.

    -�You could knock? -� I suggested sarcastically while I manoeuvred the
towel so it covered my boobs as well as my pussy.

    -�Sorry, -� he said again as he started to turn around.

    -�It's fine, -� I said,  -�What's up? -� I asked.

    -�Just saying night, -� he said as he turned to look at me again.

    -�Night Dad, -� I said,  -�Good night at the bar? -�

    -�The usual, -� he said,  -�Will leave you to it.  Sorry again. -�

   I grinned to myself but did feel a bit guilty.  I had engineered the
flash which was a little cruel on him.  Of course, if he knocked then it
wouldn't be an issue so not entirely my own doing.  I was so glad that he
had come back at that moment though.  I would have regretted letting my
brother finger me and I was going to let him.  Not to orgasm or anything
like that, but even so, that was a line that I am glad we didn't cross.

   I got into bed and wriggled my hips and cursed at the squeak and rattle
of my bed.  It was so fucking loud and I didn't want to do it on the floor.
Not standards or anything like that.  I have fucked myself to oblivion on
many occasions on the floor with my ass in the air as I take my dildo doggy
style until I go cross-eyed.  It was more the deniability of it.  If
someone walks in and I am 6 inches deep with silicone while I am in bed it
is a lot easier to hide that fact than if I am on the floor for no reason.
I toyed with the idea of a long bathroom trip, but I decided against it.  I
then realised I had left my phone downstairs so I could get the
screwdriver.

   I got up and put my t-shirt back on.  I went downstairs and got my
phone. Dad was still in the kitchen making himself a drink.   -�Hi, -� I
said as I cursed silently.  It would look really suspicious if I got the
screwdriver now.

    -�Coffee? -� he offered.

    -�Oh God no, not at this time, -� I said,  -�Just milk, -� I said.

    -�Like a baby, -� he grinned at me.

    -�Yeah yeah, -� I said as I poured myself a glass.   -�Night Dad, -� I
said.

    -�Night, -� he said again and I went back upstairs.  I stripped and was
asleep quickly.

   The lecture finished and I packed my stuff away.  I met Hanna in the
library and we sat together while we had our lunch.  It was the only day
when our timetables coincided so we could have lunch together.  Every other
day would require one of us to hang around after lectures or make a special
trip to the campus to meet up.  We only had 45 minutes, although I had a
bit longer as my next class wasn't for another 90 minutes.

   We chatted and ate until Hanna got up.   -�See ya later hun, -� she
said,  -�Ooo, got you this, -� she said as she flicked a leaflet at me.

   LIFE MODELS REQUIRED

    -�Funny, -� I said as I pushed it to the side of the table I was
sitting at.

    -�Dare ya, -� she said as we kissed goodbye and she left the library.

   I read the leaflet when she had gone and felt a tingle.  I put it into
my bag and finished my lunch.  I did some work while I was in the library
and then went to my final lecture.  Hanna didn't wait for me as she was
working that night so I caught the bus alone and went home.  There was a
pasta meal still in the pan that was fairly edible, so after a poke around
I determined that it was veggie so I had a bowl of that for my dinner.

   I unpacked my bag and looked at the leaflet as it fell out.  I had
forgotten about that.  I flipped it over and read the application
instructions.  Basically, send an email with your details and someone from
the art department will contact you.  I grinned to myself, no harm in
applying.

   Name  -" SOPHIE LLOYD Sex  -" FEMALE Age  -" EIGHTEEN Availability  -"
For this one, I just uploaded my timetable.  It was easier.  I was a
full-time student, but there was a lot of free time.  As a full-time
student was hardly rushed off my feet.  Additional work was busy, but the
actual scheduled time in lectures was not that much. Contact number - #####
### ###

   I hit send and grinned to myself.  I binned the leaflet ripping it into
confetti first.  I went downstairs and got the screwdriver.  Going back
upstairs I attacked my bed.  It took me a long time.  It was awkward to get
to the screw and I spent 10 minutes turning it the wrong way.  Eventually,
I tightened all of the screws and shook my bed.  Beautiful silence.  I
returned the screwdriver and went back upstairs.  It was only half 6, but I
was home alone.  Although I didn't know for how long.

   I connected my phone to the Ring doorbell so it would make a noise if
anyone came to the front door, stripped and got into bed.  I was wet
already and slipped my index finger inside myself.  I fantasised about
doing nude modelling as people drew/painted me.  In a room full of fellow
students as naked as the day I was born.  Closing my eyes I switched to my
clit and gently circled it.  Flicking my thumb across it I felt the tingles
rising up in my belly.  I hated cumming quickly, but I could be disturbed
at any moment.

   I added a second finger and flailed at my bedside draw to grab the
dildo. I sucked it as I fingered myself.  I had intended on penetrating
myself, but my fingers felt awesome so instead of penetration I shoved it
down my throat.  I gagged and I felt my body tighten up as I did so.  I did
it again and timed it with the rippling of my body as my pussy tingled more
and more.  I gagged on it, choking slightly as I deep-throated it.  My eyes
started to water as it brushed beyond my tonsils.

   I switched my fingers around and concentrated on my clit.  I could
achieve a much better orgasm with penetration as well, but I wanted to be
quick, and I knew my clit was how to achieve that.   -�Fuck yes, -� I
whispered as I pushed towards orgasm.  It had been a few days and I knew I
wouldn't last long, but I took myself by surprise at how quickly my body
succumbed.  Bucking my hips up towards my fingers I felt my body lose the
battle.  Orgasm washed over me and I chased a second.   -�Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,
-� I mumbled as a second climax flooded through me.

   I flopped onto my back and caught my breath.  Cleaning the toy I placed
it back in the drawer and hid it underneath the books and make-up.  I got
up and, naked went to the bathroom for a shower.  I heard someone come in
while I was showering.  I dried myself and wrapped myself in a towel which
was no where near as long as I would have liked.  Adjusting a few times I
opened the bathroom door and went towards my room.   -�Oh shit, wow.  You
may want to put some clothes on, Sophie, -� Mum said the second I left the
bathroom.  She had a serious tone, but there was a slight giggle in her
voice as she said it.  Perfect timing, she was just coming upstairs and the
towel was borderline not covering me if she was at eye line.

    -�Yeah, sorry, shit towel, -� I said as I covered my pussy with my
hand,  -�Good day at work? -� I asked.

    -�Yeah thanks, -� she said,  -�Good day at Uni? -� she asked.

    -�Yeah, the usual, -� I said.

    -�Did your Dad make the pasta? -� she asked.

    -�I assume so, -� I said with a shrug,  -�It is quite nice as well. -�

    -�Nice, I will leave you to it, -� she said,  -�You really need to be
wearing at least some underwear with that towel, -� she added.

    -�I know, -� I said,  -�Soz, -� I added.

    -�Good job I wasn't your Dad or brother, -� she said.

   I didn't reply, I just nodded in agreement.

   The next day my phone rang with a number that I didn't recognise.  I
usually don't answer them, but I recognised the number as I recognised it
as being local.   -�Hi, -� I said as I answered.

    -�Hello.  Sophie Lloyd? -� was the reply.

    -�Speaking, -� I said.

    -�Hello, Professor Davies, Art Department, -� he said.

    -�Oh, hi, -� I said as I got up and left the study room as it was
considered rude to be on your phone while others tried to work.

    -�You applied to be a life model? -� he asked.

    -�I did, -� I said.

    -�If you are still interested we need to have a face-to-face interview
to go through the details, -� he explained.   -�Are you free now? -� he
asked

    -�Oh, okay, sure, -� I said as I checked the time.   -�I have 30
minutes or so. -�

    -�Plenty of time, -� he said,  -�Head over to the Art block, room 14,
-� he said.

    -�On my way, -� I said as I hung up.

   I went back into the study room and collected my stuff then headed to
the art block.  I tapped on the door and went in.  Professor Davies was a
lot younger than I expected.  He was also a lot cuter.  Early 30s, with
black close-cropped hair and a well-trimmed beard.  Cute.

    -�Hi, Miss Lloyd? -� he asked as he extended his hand.

    -�Hi, yes, -� I said shaking his hand,  -�Sophie is fine, -� I said.

    -�Pleased to meet you, Sophie, -� he said warmly.  He indicated a side
office and we went inside.  I took a seat when offered and he sat behind
the desk.   -�We just have to go through some details. -�

    -�Yeah, sure, -� I said.

    -�Do you have ID? -� he asked,  -�I know it is madness as you are at
University so are over 18, but we have to check. -�

    -�Of course, -� I said as I handed him my student ID.  He checked it
and handed it back to me.

    -�Obvious question first, but you do know what a life model is? -� he
asked.

   I looked at him for a second and doubted myself.  I did, but when
questioned directly I did doubt my own knowledge.   -�Er... -� I said, 
-�The naked one, -� I said meekly as I was unsure if I was correct or not.

   He smiled warmly.   -�Yes, in a nutshell, -� he said,  -�It is amazing
how many people don't know. -�

   I smiled back at him, somewhat pleased I was correct and hadn't just
made a fool of myself.   -�Have you done it before? -� he asked.

   I shook my head.   -�Never, -� I said.

   He went into an obviously prearranged speech of how it wasn't seedy or
anything like that and how the sessions were run.  Ranging from a handful
of students up to a maximum of 50.  All poses were tasteful and models were
not identified on work submission.  Although for the records my details
would be recorded for the session information for the University.  I just
nodded and agreed with everything.

    -�So why do you want to do it? -� he asked.

    -�Dunno, -� I shrugged.  I assumed saying that it was a dare and I
found public nudity a turn-on wouldn't be an ideal answer, although, who
knows?

    -�Money? -� he asked with a smile.  My surprised look was read as guilt
and not total naivety.  Do they pay for it?  I thought to myself.   -�The
sessions are a maximum of one hour although with pre and post-session stuff
you would be best to factor in two hours, -� he said.

    -�Okay, -� I said wondering when he was getting to the money bit.

    -�We only pay for the hour you model, -� he said,  -�And it is $50. 
That is whether it is a full-hour session or shorter. -�

   My eyes lit up.  Fifty dollars for an hour's work' why the hell hadn't I
heard of this option before?  Fifty bucks was a Rampant Rabbit, yes my mind
is always in the gutter.   -�Okay, -� I said.

   We chatted for a while longer and I confirmed that I was interested.  He
said he would let me know if I was required and that was that.  I was
signed up for life modelling.  It also did surprise me that I was just on a
list of models.  I had expected it to be a specific session they advertised
for, but I guess it makes sense to just have so many people on the books.
If someone isn't available then there is someone else who will be
available.

   It was a week before I heard anything and it was a text message.  I rang
the number and an admin assistant answered the phone.  I had to go in to
accept the offer for some reason so I diverted by the art department. 
Professor Davies was there.   -�Hi, -� he said,  -�I wanted to offer the
job in person as it is a bit of a deep-end one, -� he said.

    -�Okay, -� I said looking at him.

    -�Our experienced model isn't available, -� he said,  -�It is an hour
session and is full, so 50 people. -�

    -�Okay, -� I said wondering when he was getting to the deep end bit. 
That was just 'the job' from how he described it.

    -�It is a dual session, yourself and a male model, -� he said.   -�The
pose will be along the lines of the Kappa logo, -� he said.  (You can
Google that if you don't know it, but it is two people sitting on the
floor, back to back.)

    -�Sounds good, -� I said with a shrug.  Was I supposed to be
enthusiastic?  I was excited, but the reality that I was going to get naked
in front of a lot of people was setting in.

    -�You don't have to, -� he said as he picked up on my nervousness.

    -�Yeah, sounds good, -� I said,  -�Just nervous I guess. -�

    -�Of course, -� he said nodding,  -�I will put your name down, if you
change your mind can you give as much notice as possible?  Understand that
there is no pressure on this, if you don't fancy it, you don't have to do
it, even on the day, -� he said.

   I just nodded in reply.   -�What about hair and stuff? -� I asked.

    -�However you want, -� he said,  -�How it is now is fine. -� It wasn't
actually that hair that I meant.

    -�And... -� I said looking at him hoping he would read my mind and not
make me ask if it was okay I was hairless lower down as well.  It is the
small things that I worry about, I was about to get naked in front of 50
people, and yet I was worried if it was okay if my twat was shaved or not.
-�And...  lower down... -� I asked when he wasn't forthcoming with mind
reading.

    -�Oh, whatever, -� he said,  -�Natural, shaved, waxed, dyed, pretty
shapes, doesn't matter.  Just however you are comfortable, -� I said.

   I nodded in reply.   -�When is it? -� I asked.

    -�Oh yeah, tomorrow afternoon, -� he said,  -�If you can get here
around 1 pm? -�

    -�See you then, -� I said.

   I went home and rang Hanna.  I wasn't going to tell her, but I was full
of nervous energy and needed to expel it somehow.  And talking about it was
the best way I knew to deal with it.   -�Hi, -� she said as she answered.

    -�Hey, -� I replied,  -�What are you up to? -� I asked.

    -�Was about to go for a shower, -� she said,  -�Rock and roll. -�

    -�Ooo you naked? -� I teased as I requested a video call which she
instantly rejected.

    -�None of your business, pervert, -� she snapped back playfully,  -�Not
quite, 1 sec. -�

   I heard her drop the phone onto her bed and some rustling before she
picked it up again.   -�Not quite? -� I pressed.

    -�Panties and a smile, -� she answered,  -�Sup? -�

    -�Guess what I am doing tomorrow? -� I asked.

    -�Er...  sky diving?  Marathon?  Debuting for NFL?  Give me a clue, -�
she replied sarcastically.

    -�Remember that leaflet... -� I began but didn't add any more details,
I just waited for the penny to drop.

   It took her a few seconds and I almost heard the realisation through her
breathing before she said anything.   -�Oooo, no you didn't? -� she said
giggling.

    -�I did, -� I replied,  -�Soooo fucking nervous. -�

    -�Did you really sign up for it? -� she asked.

    -�Yeah, but regretting it now, -� I said.   -�I sent my details off
expecting to not hear anything back, but I got offered a 'job' tomorrow
afternoon. -�

    -�What do you have to do?  Just literally sit there with no clothes on
while people draw you? -� she asked.

    -�Pretty much yeah, -� I said,  -�And get paid fifty bucks for it as
well. -�

    -�Wow, seriously they pay you? -� she asked.

    -�Apparently so, -� I said,  -�It does soften the blow a little bit. -�

    -�How long is the session? -� she asked.

    -�An hour, -� I replied.

    -�Fifty bucks an hour, fucking hell, sign me up, -� she said.   -�Why
are you nervous? -� she asked.  It was a stupid question when written down
like this, but that is exactly the question I needed asking.  It focuses me
and lets me compartmentalise what is going through my stupid teenage brain.

    -�Being naked in front of so many people, -� I said.

    -�How many are there? -� she asked.

    -�Fifty, -� I said.

   She whistled.   -�Yeah, okay that is a lot, -� she said giggling.  
-�One dollar per person seeing your twat, -� she added.

    -�Not helping, -� I said.

    -�I wasn't trying to, -� she said.   -�Sorry.  So come on, why are you
nervous?  Being naked is the entire gig, you knew that before you signed
up, -� she reasoned.

    -�I guess, -� I replied,  -�It is a lot of people though. -�

    -�Yeah, I guess, -� she said,  -�Can you back out of it? -�

    -�Yeah, -� I said.

    -�But you don't want to? -� she asked.  She knew me so well.  The tone
of my response said more than my words.

    -�No, I don't, -� I said grinning.

   Hanna laughed.   -�You are such a slut, -� she giggled.   -�Braver than
me.  So go and do it, if it is the worst experience of your life, then so
what.  Better to have tried it and hated it than have the nagging doubt
forever if you back out of the session. -�

    -�Thanks, -� I said.

    -�No probs, -� she said,  -�Gonna go for a shower, let me know how it
goes. -�

   We hung up and the next day came far too quickly.  Nerves are a weird
thing.  I spent way too long meticulously choosing my t-shirt, jeans and
underwear.  Even down to my shoes and socks they were carefully and
deliberated chosen.  Time wasted, I would be removing all of them anyway,
but it made me feel in control, so that is how I spent an hour of my
morning.  I wore a skinny fit t-shirt with the tongue logo from the Rolling
Stones album with a black, knee-length pleated skirt.  Underneath it, I
wore my cutest underwear, which were multicoloured butterfly print bra and
panties on a white background.  My socks were simple black trainer socks
and my trainers were black and white checkerboard Vans.  All pointless, it
was all coming off, but whatever, made me feel better.

   I went to my lecture in the morning and then headed over to the art
department.  Professor Davies greeted me and thanked me for turning up. 
The lecture hall was set out with a circle of easels around a centre with
two gym mats on the floor.  I guess that is where I would be sitting.  I
was early, really early, but I didn't have any plans anyway, so I had may
as well be here and nervous rather than on my own, Conversation was casual
and friendly with Professor Davies.

   Students started to arrive at around 12:50 and I quickly realised how
many people fifty was.  It was a number that doesn't sound very large.  You
can easily spend fifty bucks on a decent meal, or on a few rounds of
drinks, but when fifty refers to the number of people who are about to see
you naked, it is a lot of fucking people.  Professor Davies must have
recognised my nerves.   -�You will be fine, -� he said.

   The other model arrived and that helped.  He was super cute.  Six foot
tall, well toned and just super cute.  He said hi to me and we had a chat
for a few minutes.   -�Okay, -� Professor Davies said,  -�Ready when you
two are. -�

    -�Awesome, -� Martin (the other model) said,  -�We will go and get
ready. -�

    -�Er... -� I said looking around,  -�Is there separate changing? -� I
asked.

    -�Does it matter? -� Martin replied.  Not so much his reply surprised
me, but the bluntness of his reply, and the way he was right.

    -�We do have separate facilities, -� Professor Davies said with a
smile.

   I followed Martin and he opened the door into what was effectively a
store cupboard.  There were benches around the sides and a locker on the
wall.  I did wonder where I would put the key.  I did have a couple of
natural pockets, but fuck right off, keys are sharp.   -�See you in a min,
-� he said,  -�We will go in together.  There will be a robe in there, -�
he said pointing at another room.

    -�Yeah, okay, -� I said,  -�Where do we leave the key for the locker?
-�

    -�Oh, don't bother, -� he said,  -�No one will steal your stuff. -�

   I went into the room and was a little surprised that there was no lock
on the door.  Of course, there wasn't, it was a fucking store cupboard. 
Putting a lock on it would just make it way too easy for horny students to
fuck in it.  I undressed and slipped the robe on.  I would have appreciated
a mirror, but there was none (again, it was a store cupboard).  I checked
my phone and there was a message from Hanna.

   HANNA  -" Good luck xxx Let me know how it goes SOPHIE  -" Will do, just
going in now

   I went out of the room and Martin was waiting.  He was also just wearing
a robe.  He smiled at me and nodded.   -�Ready? -� he asked to which I just
nodded.

   We went into the room and the remaining seats had filled up.  I looked
around the room and nearly ran away as fast as I could.  I was terrified.
So many people.  My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. I
expected it to be a turn-on and a buzz, but I was too busy shitting myself.
Wearing just a robe felt so exposed, it was way passed my knees, it was a
one-size-fits-no-one sort of fit and it effectively drowned me.  Even so,
the coolness of the air in the large room licking up between my legs
against my naked pussy felt very very exposed.   -�Don't overthink it, -�
Martin said,  -�Come on. -�

   I followed him to the centre of the group of students and Professor
Davies spoke.   -�Okay folks, one-hour session, the pose is as indicated on
the wall, -� he said as he pointed at a massive screen which showed the
pose we were going to be holding.   -�Usual rules.  No phones, no cameras,
no off-topic conversation.  Basically, don't be a dick. -� I grinned at his
bluntness.  I loved University life, they treated you like adults and spoke
to you as such unless you gave reason for them not to.

    -�In your own time, -� he said to Martin and me.   -�Get comfortable,
if you need a break, then just say, don't break your back holding a pose
that isn't working for you. -�

   Martin looked at me and I looked at him.  We unfastened our robes and
simultaneously dropped them to the floor.  As is the natural reaction both
of our eyes dropped to the interesting bits and I wasn't disappointed.  He
was cute and guys look awesome hairless.  As an added bonus it makes things
look bigger as well.  I am not sure what he thought of what he saw of me, I
assume he wished I had tits, but there was nothing I could do about that.
Not without a few grand anyway.

   We got into the position indicated and I tucked my feet up as tight as I
could between my legs to hide my pussy.  It wasn't maintainable for an hour
though and after a few seconds, I went for a more natural sitting position
which gave around 12 people a fairly unrestricted, and legs pretty much
open, view of my hairless pussy.   -�Okay, -� Martin said.

    -�Yeah, okay, -� I said.

   The session began.

   I think disbelief was the main coping mechanism that I used.  I was sat
naked in front of 50 people, 52 if you include the Professor and Martin. 
52 strangers could see everything.  I say strangers.  As I scanned the area
of the room I could see by just moving my eyes I did recognise a couple of
people.  I didn't know their names, but I had seen them in the student
union bar as well as just around the campus.  It was surreal, seriously
surreal and yet awesome at the same time.  I was naked in front of 52
people and it was awesome.

   My entire body was tingling, and my nipples were rock hard, but not with
sexual excitement, just general excitement.  I was as exposed as it was
possible to be, and yet I felt so empowered for some reason.  I wouldn't
say that I am proud of my body, but you know what?  It enables me to do
some pretty fantastic stuff and doesn't complain at all.  As Tim Minchin
said,  -�I spend so much time hating it, but it never says a bad word about
me. -� Never has such a truer statement been made.  Yes, I would love to
have bigger boobs, more rounded hips, a more pronounced bum, or even just
nicer calves.  You know what though?  I was sat here showing it all, 50
people had turned up to draw my nakedness and my nakedness was okay, it was
better than okay, it was mine and as Hanna has told me hundreds of times
during my low days.   -�Don't be so fucking daft, you look awesome. -�

   I could feel Martin's bare back resting against my own and we were using
each other as a backrest.  I was leaning against him which enabled my
stomach to be entirely relaxed.  I assume he had to hold himself up
slightly with core strength as I was a flyweight compared to him.  Not that
he was in the slightest bit fat, but I am tiny, he would easily have 30 or
40 kg on me.  When I concentrated I could feel him breathing which was
pretty cool.

   My bum was going numb and my arms were starting to tingle where the
blood was being cut off.  I wasn't resting my chin on my hand as per the
Kappa logo, I was loosely hugging my knees with my hands gently clasped in
front of them.  Where my knees pressed against the insides of my arms I was
going numb and now I had noticed it it was all I could concentrate on.  I
scanned the room for a clock, but I couldn't see one, it was likely behind
me.  Of course, that wasn't a bad thing, there wasn't much to do but watch
the clock.

    -�Can I have five minutes? -� I asked without moving.

    -�Certainly, -� Professor Davies said straight away,  -�Take five
folks. -�

   I felt Martin get up and so I stood up as well.  I covered between my
legs with my hand and was going to grab the robe, but Martin handed it to
me.   -�Cheers, -� I said taking it off him.

    -�No prob, -� he said,  -�I was getting to needing a break.  Numb ass,
-� he added.

    -�Yeah, me too, -� I grinned at him as I wrapped the robe around
myself.

   I shook my arms and legs and basically stretched out all of my aching
limbs.  The students were either chatting or had disappeared for a bathroom
break.  After a few minutes, everyone seemed to be back.   -�Ready? -� I
asked Martin.

    -�Whenever you are, -� he said.

   I nodded at Professor Davies.   -�Okay folks, -� he said,  -�Another 20
minutes or so, take your seats. -� He nodded back at us and we both removed
the robes again.  Sat back on the floor and resumed the same position we
had been in a few minutes earlier.

   The last 20 minutes flew by as I started to get more comfortable with
nudity.  It is a strange observation to have an artist hold a pencil up and
close one eye as they worked out aspect and scale.  I wondered what they
were working out the length of?  I didn't really have anything that
required a length denomination.  Probably something boring like my arm or a
leg.  The session was ended and again Martin handed me the robe.

    -�Okay class, leave your work where it is, it will be collected once
dried, -� he said,  -�A big thank you for Sophie and Martin, stellar work.
See you all next week. -�

   Each and every one of the students thanked us.  Not one of them passed a
crass comment or anything like that.  It was genuine thanks and even though
it was the smallest of all things, it was nice to be appreciated.  What I
had just done was massive, for me anyway, I am not body confident to that
degree and now there were 50 drawings of me.  Well, 25 I guess, the ones
behind me drew Martin.

   They dispersed and the room began to empty.  Martin and I went to the
changing cupboards and got dressed.  It felt odd to have clothes on again.
I went into the main lecture hall where Martin was chatting with Professor
Davies.  They waved me over.   -�Nice work there Sophie, -� Professor
Davies said.

    -�Thanks, -� I said,  -�I can sit and do nothing with the best of them.
-�

   He smiled knowingly.   -�I am sure, -� he said,  -�But seriously.  It is
harder than it looks and takes a lot of nerve.  Really your first time? -�

    -�Yeah, -� I nodded,  -�Wasn't at all shitting myself.  Sorry, -� I
said as I failed to check my language.

    -�You did well, -� Martin said,  -�Didn't realise it was your first
session. -�

    -�Can I add you to the roster? -� Professor Davies asked me.

    -�Yeah, of course, -� I said,  -�How often are models needed? -�

    -�Not that often, -� he said,  -�But good ones are always handy to keep
on record.  Do you drive? -� he asked.

   I shook my head.   -�No?  Why? -� he asked.

    -�You can get work from nearby Universities as they are always short of
them, but driving is essential really, -� Martin said as he cut on to
answer the question.

    -�Oh right, no, I don't drive, -� I said.

    -�I will add your contact details to our sister sites anyway, -� he
said,  -�We can sometimes work something out. -�

    -�Okay, awesome, -� I said.  I looked around the room at all of the
artwork left abandoned.   -�Can I look? -� I asked as I pointed at the
artwork.

    -�Oh, yeah, of course, -� Professor Davies said,  -�Goes without
saying, but don't touch. -�

    -�Of course not, -� I said.

    -�Cheque okay? -� he asked.

    -�Yeah, -� I said.

   He disappeared into the office and I had a look at the artwork.  It was
fairly awesome.  Never mind not allowing photography in the room they
should ban some of these people holding paint/pencils.  Some of them were
photo perfect.  Now don't get me wrong I don't spend any of my time taking
pictures of me with no clothes on to have a direct reference, you can 100%
tell who the model was.  There were no names on the art for who the models
were but put me in a police lineup with some of these and you would pick me
out with no problem.  The styles varied massively, from pencil drawing, to
portrait, to abstract which I admit makes no sense to me, but I can
appreciate the talent in creating the work.  Head and shoulders, full body,
just head, some even just focused on a particular part, and no, not those
parts.  Arm, neck, ankle.  The detail on the neck and chin was amazing, so
good.  I would love to be able to draw.  I could hold a pencil and do a
decent sketch, but these were at another level.

    -�Good aren't they? -� Martin said making me jump a little bit.

    -�Yeah, really good, -� I said.

    -�Wanna grab a drink? -� he asked.

   I looked at him and wondered if it was a genuine drink offer or if it
was a 'Hey, I like you, wanna get drunk and see if I can get your panties
off again?' Only one way to find out I guess.   -�Sure.  Campus bar? -� I
said.

   He shook his head,  -�Nar, let's go somewhere nice, -� he said.

   He called a taxi and we went into town which was about 10 minutes away.
He paid the taxi driver and we got out.  I started with a vodka and diet
coke, and although I didn't make it obvious while he ordered my drink, I
checked that the drink was made with a single and not a double.  My panties
were not likely to come off if you filled me with alcohol, but it would
have been a sneaky approach and one that would have ended the afternoon
fairly quickly.  I sent a message to Hanna telling her I would ring her
tomorrow, I was out.  She just replied with a smilie face emoji.  Followed
by two shocked faces (blow job face) followed by an explosion (orgasm)
followed by  -�Have fun. -�

   He was the gentleman though, very polite and pleasant.  It surprised me
that he was 23 and modelling was his job.  He wasn't local and lived a few
hours drive away.  I felt relaxed in his company and one drink quickly
turned into a few.  Neither of us was drunk, but neither of us would pass a
breath test either.   -�Welcome to the club by the way, -� he said.

    -�Club? -� I said back looking very confused.

    -�The modelling club, -� he said.

    -�Oh, thanks, it was fun, -� I said.   -�In an 'oh shit' sort of way.
-�

    -�Yes, it takes a fairly big leap of faith your first time, he said
smiling at me,  -�You did really well though. -�

    -�As I said, I can sit on my arse with the best of them, -� I said.

   He just grinned at me and sipped at his drink.   -�So what compelled you
to strip in front of strangers? -� he asked.

    -�Honestly? -� I asked to which he nodded.   -�A dare from my best
mate. -�

   He grinned at me and laughed.   -�What? -� I said.

    -�So glad you didn't say the money, -� he said,  -�Did you enjoy it? -�
he asked.

    -�Yeah, kinda, -� I said.

    -�Kinda? -� he prompted.

    -�Yeah, it was good, but very scary, -� I said,  -�That nightmare
scenario where you wake up in a lecture naked. -�

   He smiled and nodded his head.   -�I hear ya, -� he said.   -�They are
always tasteful poses, and I have never had knob head students, even
first-year ones are always respectful if a little giggly sometimes. -�

    -�It was a good experience, -� I said,  -�Glad I did it. -�

    -�Will you do it again? -� he asked.

   I nodded after a few seconds of thought.   -�Yeah, I think I would.  It
was actually okay, -� I replied.

    -�And you don't have the added risk of obvious excitement, -� he said
as he took another sip of his drink.y

   I stared at him for a couple of seconds while I processed his statement.
I hadn't even thought of that.   -�Oh my God, yeah, -� I said grinning, 
-�Does that happen? -�

    -�It has done before yeah, -� he said smiling ruefully at me.

    -�Oops.  Did you have to stop? -� I asked.

    -�Nar, just kinda ignore it.  It goes away eventually, -� he said,  -�I
assume you weren't given the same speech as you don't get that reaction,
but happens all the time, and you just carry on regardless. -�

    -�Soooo glad I am female, -� I said giggling,  -�That would be sooooo
embarrassing. -�

   We chatted and drank casually into the early evening.   -�Are you
hungry? -� he asked.

    -�I could eat, -� I said.

    -�Let's eat then, -� he said,  -�Come on, there is somewhere good
around the corner. -�

    -�Sure, -� I said as I finished my drink and stood up.   -�My treat
though, you have paid all day, -� I said.

    -�We will see, -� he said non committally

    -�I pay at least half, -� I said.

    -�Uh hu, -� he said nodding his head.  There was no way he was letting
me pay.

   We walked around the corner and went into a fairly posh restaurant.  The
sort where they take your coat off you and take it to the cloakroom.  Not
that I had a coat with me, but it was still posher than I was used to.  We
were seated and given menus.  He ordered a glass of wine and I copied.  It
didn't look like the sort of place where you drank vodka and diet coke
while having a meal.  The prices were...  noticeable to say the least.  
-�It is worth it, -� he said,  -�It is lovely food, -� he added.

   I just nodded my head and selected a cheap starter and a medium-priced
main course as I didn't fancy a salad, which was the cheapest option.  Our
drinks arrived followed by the starters and it was good.  I stole a bite of
his as well, just because he offered and I had never tried lambs liver.  (I
was a bad vegetarian).  Nice, but I felt sorry for the lamb.  The mains
arrived alongside a second glass of wine each and they were also amazing.
The quality was obvious.  We chatted and laughed throughout the meal.  I
refused the offer of dessert as I was too full as it was.

   We were shown through to the lounge area, which had a real-life piano
player playing in the corner.  Martin ordered a beer, so I deemed it
acceptable to resume the vodka.  No one looked at me in horror when I
ordered it so it must have been okay.  We had a few drinks and I could feel
myself getting drunk.  I wasn't drunk, but you know that feeling when you
know your limit.  I was there, and any more would either end in regrets or
puke.  I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

    -�Sorry, one sec, -� I said as I took it out.

   MUM  -" Hi, you okay? SOPHIE  -" Soz, forgot to text, out having a few
drinks.  Will prob stay out.  See you tomorrow xx

   It was half 10 pm and I was long overdue for being home.  I had meant to
text her when I texted Hanna, but I totally forgot.

    -�Everything okay? -� he asked.

    -�Oh, yeah, sorry, Mum panicking, -� I said.

    -�Oh, sorry, not in trouble are you? -� he asked.

    -�No more than normal, -� I said smiling at him,  -�All sorted. -�

   The evening began to wind up and the staff started to clear up around
us.  -�Should we get the check? -� I asked.

    -�Sorted, -� he said.

   I looked at him and scowled.   -�Sneaky, -� I said.   -�When did you do
that? -�

    -�Did it on a tab, -� he said,  -�All sorted. -�

   We got up and went outside.  It was quite cold now and I shivered as I
was only wearing a t-shirt.  Without me asking he wrapped his coat around
me.   -�Thanks, -� I said,  -�Now you will be cold. -�

   He shrugged.   -�I will be okay, -� he said,  -�You are too cute to be
cold. -�

   I grinned at him.  It was the first time he had commented on physical
attraction.  Obviously, we were both attracted to each other, but neither
of us had actually verbalised as such.  I blushed.   -�Adorable when
blushing as well, -� he said.

    -�Is anywhere else open for a nightcap? -� I asked changing the subject
from my blushing.

    -�Hotel bar? -� he said.

    -�Sure, -� I said.  I suspected that he was getting into my underwear
again and going back to his hotel, even just the bar was pretty much
rubber-stamped for sexy time.

   We walked around to the hotel and went inside.  He held the door for me.
 -�What do you want? -� he asked.

   I was still at my limit.  I didn't want to be drunk.   -�Just coffee, -�
I said.

    -�No prob, -� he said.

    -�Do you have coffee in your room? -� I asked.

    -�I do, -� he said looking at me.

    -�Lead the way, -� I said smiling at him.

   He looked at me for a few seconds.  He didn't snap at the offer.  He
knew that was metaphorically my panties hitting the floor and my legs
opening, but he didn't grab at it.  He gave me a few seconds cool down.  
-�You sure, -� he asked.

    -�Yeah, come on, -� I said,  -�Bar looks like it is closing anyway, -�
I said.

   It was fairly quiet, but it was also half 11 on a random Tuesday.  It
wasn't closing for another half hour, and even after that it was a 24-hour
reception and I am sure coffee was served all night if we had wanted.

   We went up to his room and he let me in first.  It was a simple hotel
room, with no bells and whistles, it had a desk with a TV on it as well as
a kettle, and a single comfortable chair, but the main feature was a super
king-sized bed.  It was all clean though and fairly modern looking.  With
there only being one chair that left the bed, which I perched myself on
while he worked out how the kettle worked.   -�Make yourself comfortable,
-� he said.

   I am not really sure what that statement means.  I took it as an
invitation to take my shoes off.  I had trainer socks on, but it was nice
to lose the trainers.  He made two coffees and placed them on the bedside
table.  For a second I thought he was going to sit in the chair, but he
didn't, he sat next to me, and a lot closer than a super king-sized bed
dictated.  Which was nice.  He looked at me and I smiled at him.  I had
pretty much laid it on the table for him, I wasn't going to make the first
move, and fortunately, I didn't need to.  He kissed me.

   It was a simple kiss at first, but when I reciprocated the kiss it
quickly escalated to tongues and wandering hands as several hours of
pent-up frustration rushed to be released.  I bit his lip playfully and
went to push him onto his back, but he didn't let me, instead I ended up on
my back and he leaned over me.  I tugged at his t-shirt and he let me
remove it over his head while we kissed.  His hands cautiously ventured up
my t-shirt, but only to the bottom of my ribs, he stopped way short of my
bra and boobs.  He went slowly, really slowly.  Not frustratingly so, but
it was refreshing.  For most guys I have been with the second you show any
sort of interest things went very quickly.  I guess to make sure I didn't
change my mind, but he was slow and considerate.

   I picked at his jeans and it took me a few attempts to unfasten the top
button as I was unsighted and being kissed.  His hand slipped up my t-shirt
and brushed against my bra.  With no complaint from me, he gently squeezed
my left breast through the bra and kissed my neck.  Is that a universal
button to turn a girl on?  I don't know, but damn, kiss my neck and I am
more than game.  I let him kiss me as I struggled his jeans down as far as
I could.  He partially stood and shoved his jeans down and off taking his
shoes and socks with them.

   He was only wearing his boxers and I pushed him onto his back so I could
perv at him.  This time he let me and even allowed me to pin his hands
above his head while I kissed him.  He looked at me hungrily between
kisses. I kissed his nose, then his chin, neck, and chest.  I sucked each
of his nipples gently before heading further south.  Gently trailing my
tongue down across his belly towards the waistband of his boxers I hooked
my fingers into his underwear as I neared them as slid them down.  He
lifted his bum off the bed to let me remove them and I slid them down at
off for him.

   The close proximity to his cock meant I almost got hit in the face as he
was released.  He was very much up for it.  I kissed the head of his cock
and it bounced in response.  I wrapped both of my hands around the base of
his shaft with my thumbs locked together at the front I gently kissed him.
-�Oh wow, -� he said staring at me.

   I looked up and him and locked eye contact as I let him slide into my
mouth.  I didn't open my mouth quite wide enough to give him free entry
into my mouth so he felt some resistance.  Using my hands to simulate depth
I took as much of him as I wanted to in my mouth and made up the difference
with my hands.

   I started to suck him.  Bobbing my head up and down on his cock I stared
up at him and he stared back at me.  His eyes rolled into the back of his
head a few times, but each time he focused back on me again after a few
seconds.  I flicked my tongue over him while I had sex with him using my
mouth.  He gently thrust into my mouth, but only slightly.  Any other guy I
would have asked him to not cum in my mouth, but I didn't think he would. I
don't know why, but just a feeling I had.  Even with my mouth wrapped
around his cock he still seemed in control.  There wasn't the urgent look
of 'oh shit, I am gonna cum' that I am usually looking up at.

    -�Damn that is nice, -� he said softly.

   I just smiled up at him as I had always been taught to not talk with my
mouth full.  After a few minutes, he sat up while I was blowing him.  He
stroked his hand up and down my back and as he came back up he held my
t-shirt and slid it up my back.  I lifted my arms and stopped sucking him
for a second as he removed my t-shirt.  I knew there was a reason why I
wore my good underwear.  He reached down again and I felt my bra go loose.
I was fairly impressed he managed to unclip it one-handed so quickly.  I
slid it off my arms one at a time and let it fall to the floor.

   He was now not making eye contact as much, he was looking at my chest. I
leaned back to give him a better view of my boobs while I sucked him.  He
was lasting well, I usually had the urgent 'can I cum' by now, but he still
seemed in control.  The floor was carpeted, but only with a thin carpet and
my knees were suffering.  I clearly needed more practice at being on my
knees.  I reached behind myself and removed my socks before standing up and
perving at his nudity.  I took over with my hand, but he pulled me on top
of him.  He rolled me onto my back and straddled across me.  I looked down
at his cock which was now pointing at my face.  He leaned down and kissed
me and then my nipples.

   I moaned softly as he licked and sucked at my nipples.  He toyed with my
jeans for a few seconds and when there was no complaint he started to
unbutton them.  I lifted my bum off the bed so he could slide them down. 
They were super tight and skinny and he made the mistake of trying to brute
force them and drag them off.  After a rethink, he slid them off and let
them fall onto the floor.  I was only wearing the white butterfly print
panties now.  He leaned down and kissed me between the legs through them.

    -�Yes please, -� I whispered.

   He grinned and pulled my underwear off.  His face dropping between my
legs and his tongue found the target.   -�Oh yes, -� I gasped as I felt him
lick my clit directly.

   I rested my hand on the back of his head to guide him back to it but
stopped instantly.  I hated when guys did that and I was just being
hypocritical if I did the same.  I let him eat me out and learn what did it
for me.  He learned fast and he quickly focused on my clit.  Gently teasing
his fingers against my entrance he slid one finger inside me, and then a
second.  Not once did he ask what I liked, or what I needed, or if I had
cum yet.  He just knew and he also knew with fingers inside me he would
likely feel my orgasm before I announced it.

   He teased my bum a couple of times, but each time I tensed and he didn't
try a third time.  I have no idea how he was breathing and I didn't care. I
could hear myself gasping and moaning softly as he licked me closer and
closer to orgasm.  His fingers were deep, then just inside me.  Stroking
the walls of my pussy as he played with me.  He teased my entrance and I
saw stars.   -�Fuck, wow, -� I said louder than I had intended.

   He wasn't even in me, he was just teasing his fingers against my pussy
while he licked me.  He pushed his fingers, but not into me, he just
created pressure and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.   -�Fuck...
yes yes yes, -� I whispered as I thrust my hips as he brought me to orgasm.
I shivered and shuddered on my back, his tongue assaulting my clit while
his fingers pushed against me.  I wasn't breathing while I climaxed.  I
stared at him in pure satisfaction.  I have been licked to orgasm before,
but never this intense.

    -�Oh my God, wow, -� I said as I came down from ecstasy

    -�Will you cum again? -� he asked.

    -�Not like that, -� I said as I dragged him up my body and I felt his
cock push against me.

   He looked down at me and kissed me.  He tasted like me as my wetness was
still on his tongue as we kissed.  He gently pushed himself against me and
I opened my legs for him.  I went to reach down to guide him inside me, but
he knew exactly where he was aiming for and he pushed into me.  My eyes
blurred again as I felt his head push inside me.  He slowly slid himself
into me as I raked my fingernails down his back.  Probably a little harder
than I should have, but he didn't complain.

   He slowly picked up the pace as I laid on my back and let him screw me.
I was more than satisfied and wanted to feel his orgasm in me.  I wrapped
my legs around his back and pulled him deeper into me as he thrust into me.
He slowed down and lay on top of me.  I thought he had cum, but I hadn't
felt it and I was sure I would have done.  Even in my dazed state as my
body tingled all over I would have felt him cum in me.  He kissed my neck
and I tilted my head back to let him gently nibble at me.

    -�Roll onto your front, -� he whispered.

   I hesitated as the last time a guy told me to roll onto my front I ended
up with a cock up my non-lubed ass.  I pulled my head back and looked at
him questioningly.  Was he really going to fuck me up the ass?  I hadn't
signed up for that.  He had been the perfect gentleman though, and he had
more than enough trust points built up.  I lifted my knee and pushed
against his side so he lifted off me.  I rolled onto my front underneath
him.  He kissed the back of my neck and I felt his dick slide against my
ass.   -�Open your legs, -� he whispered.

   Again I hesitated but opened my legs for him.  He lay between my legs
and I felt him push against me from behind.  He slid into my pussy and my
body exploded.  Instant orgasm.   -�Oh my God...  wow, -� I gasped loudly
and genuinely surprised at my instant climax,  -�Fuck, I am cumming. -�

   Pointless comment, he felt like he grew to double the size as my pussy
clamped around him as I lost control.  He knew I was cumming, he would feel
it.  He let me cum and then started to fuck me.  Not fast, but just slow
deep strokes.  Each time I lifted my hips off the bed he rested his hand on
my bum and pushed me down onto the bed again.  I felt like I was going to
wet myself.  It was too intense, but I didn't ask him to stop.  I just let
him take me from behind.  I could feel my wetness flowing against him.  The
insides of my thighs were slick with my excitement and I could feel it on
his balls as he went fully into me.   -�Oh my God, yes, -� I said again, 
-�Yes yes yes, -� I squealed as I shuddered to another orgasm.

   He kissed the back of my neck and I moved my arms above my head and
surrendered to him.  Whatever, if he wanted to fuck me up the ass now,
whatever, bring it on, I would probably cum again as his cock penetrated my
rear entrance.  He didn't though.  He picked up the pace a little bit, but
he just fucked me.  Slow and deep, he screwed the shit out of me.  I was a
puddle.  A puddle of sweat and my own juices as I shuddered and squealed to
ever more intense and undignified orgasms.  Three, four.  Five?  Fuck knows
I had lost count.

   I was done, 100% satisfied and he must have felt the change in my body.
He picked up the pace again and changed his position so he was at a steeper
angle inside me.  It didn't feel as nice, but it is all relative.  I felt
him pull ut of me and in a daze, I opened my mouth in case he wanted to cum
in my mouth.  Whatever he wanted.

   I felt the splatter of cum on my bum and the small of my back.  I smiled
to myself, we hadn't actually had the protection talk and he had pulled out
to be safe.  I was on the pill, so no danger there, plus the fact I am
guessing that there was enough pre-cum to impregnate me many times over,
but it was sweet anyway.  He grunted in satisfaction as he came over me as
he finished himself off with his hand.  He climbed off me and I felt him
get off the bed.  I stayed where he left me as I was asleep pretty much
before he was fully off the bed.  He came back and kissed the back of my
neck.   -�Do you want a t-shirt to wear or something? -� he asked.

    -�No ta, -� I said shaking my head.  He got in bed next to me and
pulled the duvet up over us.  I felt the duvet soak up the cum that was all
over my bum and back and wriggled across to his side to avoid the wetness
of it.

   He let me cuddle into his shoulder and I was pleased that he had stayed
naked as well.  It somehow felt more intimate to cuddle naked after sex,
not that I was aware of much cuddling, I was asleep before he was.

   I woke up on my back with him softly snoring next to me.  I rolled onto
my side and winced.  Wow, I ached all over.  That was sex.  I am not sure
how much of it was the modelling and holding the same position for an hour
and how much of it was the awesome sex he had given me.  Even now my body
was tingling, it didn't want more, but damn, experience is the one.  I need
an older boyfriend.

   I flipped my phone over so it displayed the time which was half 7.  I
gingerly slid out of the bed, partially to not wake him, but mainly because
my legs barely worked.  I hobbled to the bathroom and was pleased to see
some mouthwash that I promptly used.  I had a quick wash and then went back
into the bedroom.  I slipped back in next to him and he woke up.   -�Sorry,
-� I whispered.

    -�Sup? -� he asked sounding more than half asleep.  He lifted his arm
for me and I accepted his cuddle.

    -�Early, -� I whispered back to him as he squeezed me firmly.

    -�Uh hu, -� he nodded, his hand gently stroking my back until he fell
asleep again.

   I was going to give him a hand job, but the next thing I heard was an
alarm going off.  He slapped it to snooze and stretched as best he could
with me laying on his side.   -�Half 9, -� he said when he saw me looking
at him with full-on panda eyes after sleeping in make-up.   -�Check out is
11, -� he added.

    -�Okay, -� I replied and cuddled into him.   -�I could stay here all
day, -� I mumbled.

    -�Me too, -� he replied,  -�Damn hotels wanting to turn the room
around. -�

   I smiled at his comment and stretched my arms and legs.  In the process,
I felt the dried cum on the duvet that was next to me and wrinkled my nose
up.   -�What? -� he asked.

    -�Someone has cum all over the duvet, -� I said.

    -�Fairly sure that was you, -� he said grinning.  I blushed and hid my
face which caused him to laugh.   -�Was it good for you? -� he asked
sarcastically.

    -�Well I need carrying home, -� I said.

    -�Will see what I can do, -� he said as he threw the duvet off himself,
but leaving me fully covered.  My eyes went to his cock which was erect.  I
grinned at it but I honestly don't think I could have done anything with it
anyway.  Fairly sure my pussy contracted to the size of a knitting needle
at the threat of another fuck.  He got up and went into the bathroom, when
he came out he was showered and wrapped in a towel.

   He put his boxers back on and got dressed leaving me wrapped in the
duvet.   -�Want some breakfast? -� he asked.

    -�Yeah, sure, -� I said.

    -�Bacon?  Sausage?  Or have you had enough? -� he grinned at me.

   I blushed again.   -�Bacon is fine, -� I said.

    -�No probs, -� he said,  -�I will go and grab it from the restaurant,
let you get sorted.  5 mins? -� he asked.

   It took me a second to realise he was giving me the dignity of being
able to dress and sort myself out without an observer.   -�Yeah, plenty of
time, -� I said.   -�Thanks. -� Thanks for the breakfast.  Thanks for the
meal and drinks.  Thanks for the sex!  I owed him so much, if you were
totting up I should defo be on all fours swallowing his cum or even letting
him have a bit of bum fun.

   He left the room and closed the door behind him.  Was he the perfect
gentleman?  Or was he just older?  Either way, shame he lived three hours
away.  I got up and dressed which didn't take long.  My choices were what I
wore yesterday, or nothing.  I didn't bother with panties as I was wearing
jeans, but I did put the bra back on as the shirt was very fitted.  I
stuffed my underwear into the bottom of my rucksack and did my hair in the
mirror.  He knocked when he came back.

   He came in and we had breakfast.  He had got me a coffee, in fact, he
had got me a selection as he didn't know what I wanted.  I went for the
latte.  We chatted and before I knew it, the time was 11 am.  I still
wasn't sure if I could walk, and I was going to miss him.  How sad is that?
Less than 24 hours I have known him and now I was going to miss him.

   We went downstairs and he checked out.  He walked me to the bus that
would get me back to campus although he had offered me a lift, I refused. 
-�That was amazing, -� I said out of the blue.  I hadn't meant the sex per
se, although that was a large part of it, but the whole time with him had
been so nice.  He kissed me in reply and I kissed him back, I had to go on
tip toes to reach his lips and the back of my legs nearly exploded with
pain, but it was worth it.  He waited with me until my bus arrived.

    -�Remember, always say yes, -� he said,  -�You can always say stop if
you don't like it. -�

   And with that, I got on the bus and left.  Should we have swapped
numbers?  Yes, we should have.  FUCK!  Oh well, too late now.

   I sent Hanna a text which simply read WOW

   Seconds later

   HANNA  -" DETAILS!!!!  Where are you?

   SOPHIE  -" On my way home, give me an hour.  I need a shower.

   HANNA  -" I bet you fucking do.  See you in a bit xxx