was almost as if she knew what happened. I was already sitting in the chair in front of her desk when she walked back over, “Everything ok? You did so well yesterday. I’m hoping that you haven’t had a change of heart and decided against this. I know it’s hard to get up there in front of the class and pose nude. Are you still ok with doing this?”

Thank God my erection had finally gone away. I don’t know if it was the sudden panic that made me lose it, or if it was because the gorgeous guy was no longer in my sight range, but nevertheless it had gone away, and now more than ever I wanted to stick this out, even if it was just to look at him. ‘Who was this guy?’ I wondered to myself again.

“Uhh no, I’m ok.” I stammered again. ‘Make something up quick,’ I urged myself. “I ummm was just wondering how many classes you were going to be needing me. No one had really specified to me the details before I started.”

“Oh certainly,” she nodded. “We will be using you for 6 sessions, and you will be paid at the end of every class. I forgot last week dear, you’ll have to forgive me. I have two checks for you today after class is over.”

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”

Nodding, she smiled and then looked up, “That all? You ready now?”

Still in the clear I nodded yes, stood up, walked over to my perch as I liked to call it, and dropped my robe. Again, just like the first day, stifled giggles erupted from a few of the not so cute chicks. I didn’t care though; I just needed to make sure I didn’t get hard again thinking about the guy with black hair.

I made it through classes three and four all right, with no accidental hard-ons that is. ‘Thank God,’ I thought to myself after each of the classes had ended. Although I do have to say that the boy with black hair was still driving me wild. I had learned, through eavesdropping while standing up in front of the class, that he was a freshman and before coming to school he had been a skier, an alpine skier. ‘So that explains his body,’ I thought to myself, ‘and why I haven’t ever seen him around before.’

Every now and then I would think I caught him looking at me and feel a twinge of excitement, but as soon as I remembered he was looking at me, he was supposed to be drawing me in great detail, I came back down to earth. I still wanted him though, or rather I wanted to know where my fascination with him was coming from. I, of course, hadn’t told any of my friends how I had been feeling and what I was thinking about doing to this kid, about him doing to me, but I couldn’t get him, or it, out of my mind, and I found myself looking forward to each and every class.

Class five came and went, again with no problems, but I found myself dreading class 6, and only because I knew it was the last one. But that’s when it happened. Even to this day we laugh about it together, but it was one fucking incredible class.

As the end of the hour and a half approached, all the students began packing up