Figuratively

Part 1

It wasn't something she did everyday. And when those days did come around, a slightly uncomfortable feeling would creep up inside her. Then again, it was her favorite class. No, not for the models but for the wide range of creativity she could use when her pencil started sketching in her notebook. Just a single pose, and she was able to draw out a whole story in showing just one person. One pose and she could show an array of emotions.

She arrived to school early as she always did. The silence of an empty classroom, before other students arrived, allowed her to set up her work space and continue her drawing in peace. A home filled with younger siblings was not the place to work on a piece of potential artwork. As she approached the class she noted the dim light shining through the window and smiled at the relaxing effect that would take place as she drew her heart out. She stepped into the room, and the scent of paint filled her sense. Walking further into the class she noted the setup for the day. There was a single love seat, next to it a small wooden side table. On top the table sat a book and a cup of water that held a single rose. Behind it all stood a man, his back facing her, the girl paid no attention to him, barely noticed he was there in fact, his black attire blending into the room. It wasn't until his shirt was off and the moment before his pants joined his shirt, that it all registered in her brain what was happening.

Her eyes widened as she turned to leave. Sure, she was going to see everything anyways, but it was wrong, so wrong, to watch someone undress without their knowledge. Her quick turn sent her bag flying into the container of paintbrushes and pencils that was set out on the table. She watched as everything fell in slow motion off the table and onto the floor with a bang and the trickling noise of the pencils. Dropping to the floor she closed her eyes and mentally scolded herself as she began to clean the mess she had managed to make. Her body tensed and her action momentarily froze as the model spoke. His voice was deep and confident as he asked the simplest of questions "Are you okay?" Her reply was soft and she worried if he could hear how nervous she was when she answered that she was fine. Any possible conversation that could have followed was derailed due to the teacher walking through his office door and into the room. Thankfully the model's attention was now turned away from her as the teacher started discussing what was wanted from the model for the day. Quickly, she finished cleaning the mess and made her way to her seat. If only she wasn't assigned to sit in the front of the class.

Student started filling up the empty seats and it wasn't long before she had to look away from the drawing she was working on to listen to the teachers instructions. Each week there was something different he wanted his students to add to their drawing. This week, he wanted for his students to replace the couch with a different object then add a new background. The girl looked around the classroom in search of the model. A small sigh exhaled as she saw no sight of him. He most likely left to change in private, not wanting another chance of having someone watch him undress.

Being so wrapped up in her own mind she didn't hear as the teacher introduced the model. She missed the golden moment of watching him saunter into the room, his eyes immediately looking for hers. He could've sworn his heart skipped a beat when his eyes finally landed on her. She was looking at her art book, lips pulled to the side in concentration as her pencil glided across the page. She was in the front of the class and to his luck, if he positioned himself right, he would be able to stare right at her the whole time. He walked up to the sofa and faced her as he started to untie his robe.