![]() ![]() Her satin blouse was almost transparent showing the outline of a small bust supported by what appeared to be a flimsy bra. She was at a corner desk as we entered the classroom, sitting on the front edge of the desk with her legs crossed and a great deal of thigh showing. The instructor was a rather attractive woman and looked to be in her mid 40's. I could hardly contain myself as I was entering the classroom on the first day. I was particularly looking forward to one of the classes that semester titled "Drawing the Human Form." I had heard from others that they normally had young coeds for models who were willing to pose in the nude for extra spending money. I had taken a number of rather boring classes learning the basics of color, form, balance, techniques, etc. I was a sophomore majoring in fine arts, and painting was my primary interest. Just prior to the semester break, I met a gorgeous, outgoing girl named Macy who I fell head-over-heels for, but hadn't yet been able to entice her to share her bountiful charms with me in the sack. My sex drive is probably about normal for someone my age.not so out of whack that I let my family jewels and their ram rod do all the thinking for me, but I have always allowed a sexual encounter with a young lady happen naturally when it arises. I have always felt I was an average 20 year old college boy, attending a small liberal arts college in California, and waiting for the day I could get out in the world and make my mark.
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