An aspiring artist falls for a nude model.  by  Stopokochac -  - listen to the Podcast Nineteen year old Lilianne was an aspiring young artist. Always a studious bookworm, Lilly, as her friends called her, never had much time for boys. She had never dated a man, let alone been intimate with one. Her only exposure to nude men had been in online porn, and sex ed videos. Throughout her school years Lilly had fantisized about attractive young men from her class, only admiring them from afar, and wondering, “If only?” However, all that was about to change. Unbeknownst to her, her passion for art was about to forever alter the course of her love life. It was the start of Lilly’s second year in art school. This was the semester that Lilly would be taking figure drawing. Lilly made her way to her figure drawing class, anxious over the anticipation of finally seeing the hot nude men, she had always fanticized about. Just the thought of it made her nipples hard, and her genitals moist. Lilly entered her classroom and by pure luck, managed to snag the last seat in the front of the class. Anxious of what was about to come, Lilly’s legs started twitching violently. “Are you okay?” the boy next to her inquired. “Yes, I’m fine,” Lilly replied. “I’m always a bit nervous on the first day of class.” Suddenly, in came the teacher. “Good morning class,” the teacher said. “My name is Mrs. Anderson, and I will be your figure drawing instructor.” Mrs. Anderson proceeded with the usual first day of class routine, of learning names and going over the syllabus. However, Lilly tuned her out for most of the time, as all she could think about was those hot male models who would soon be standing in front of her. “We will be drawing our first model next Friday,” Mrs. Anderson said. “Next Friday?” Lilly blurted out. “Is there a problem?” Mrs. Anderson asked. “No, no problem,” Lilly replied. “I’m looking forward to it.” “That’s it for today,” Mrs. Anderson said. “You’re excused.” Lilly left the class disappointed that she would have to wait one more week to finally see her first penis. A week had past and Lilly was once again on her way to figure drawing, this time more anxious than ever, as she knew this would finally be the day. Lilly arrived even earlier this time, to make sure she would snag a front row seat. As Lilly settles in, Mrs. Anderson walks in. “Good morning class. This morning I am proud to introduce our first model of the semester. Please welcome, Lydia.” No! Lilly couldn’t believe her ears. At this point it seemed like Mrs. Anderson was deliberately screwing with her. All she wanted to do now, was get through the day’s class, and hope that next week would finally be the day. Week three of her semester had arrived, but at this point, Lilly had low hopes about seeing the nude man of her dreams. She came to class and once again sat in front row, but this time she was calm and relaxed, anticipating that Mrs. Anderson would introduce another female model. Mrs. Anderson walked into class. “Good morning class. I am excited to tell you that today we will be drawing our first male model.” Lilly’s heartrate immediately jumped to three times its normal pace. This was it. “Class, please welcome to the stage, today’s model, Curtis.” The curtain lifted, and there he was, Curtis. A 6 ft. 3’’ hippie with long dark hair, and a full goatie. He approached the podium, directly in front of our young artist, Lilly. He reached for his bathrobe belt, undid the knot and dropped his robe. There he was, just a few feet from Lilly. She couldn’t believe it. After nineteen years, she was finally looking at a naked man for the first time. Curtis was covered in thick dark chest hair, and a line of hair lead from his abdomen down to his thick, uncircumsized penis, which was partially obscured by a patch of dense, dark pubic hair. Lilly felt her nipples get hard, and her moist pussy open up. In her eyes, he was flawless. At this point, she was more focused on getting that pen