Originally written last May for a friends birthday and since tweaked the smallest bit. Not the same universe as my other NXT University fic.
In the center of the art room of NXT University there was a chaise set up on a wooden platform so that the models could be easily viewed by everyone in the class and from every angle. Arranged around the platform were about thirty or so easels with the standard plastic school chair for the students to sit in. Baron chose an easel that allowed him to face the door, unfortunately that also meant he was facing the chaise and the woman currently sitting on the chaise. The model (he could only assume) was a petite woman with straight blonde hair falling to the center of her back, the tips of her hair were dyed a bright blue. Her eyes though were brighter and bluer than even her hair and her lips were painted a vivid shade of candy apple red. She was stunning and when she caught him staring at her she shot him a sly smile.
The people who shuffled in and began filling up the other seats seemed to be your typical art crowd. On his right was a black man with an afro of curls, a goatee and Power Rangers shirt and to his left a blonde in a floral skirt and tan sandals with straps that went up to her knee. He also spied a pale skinny guy in a beret talking to a guy with a handlebar mustache and a brunette girl with a side ponytail and about five different headbands. Oh yeah, this class was full of weirdos.
At three o'clock sharp the professor walked in and closed the door behind him before proceeding to the stage and standing in front of the woman.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen. I'm Professor Baize and the name of this class is Drawing Figures: Art from the Human Form and that's exactly what you'll be doing in this class; drawing figures from the human form. Some of you may have formal art training and some of you may not. But training and refinement aren't always important. Art is about feeling, it's about putting some emotion to canvas and letting other people feel that, about making something that evokes some kind of reaction in the viewer." As he spoke he slowly walked the circumference of the circle of easels, looking at each student in turn before he was once again standing in front of the model.
"Now this is Alexa," he pointed to the petite blonde who stood and curtsied when he said her name. "She's going to be our model for this semester. For those of you who don't know how this works let me explain. Alexa will pose, you draw. It's really as simple as that."
Then Baize turned to Alexa. "Whenever you're ready."
Alexa dropped her robe reveling nothing but sun kissed skin underneath. Her breasts were small but still full and perky. The light streaming through the windows behind him bounced off of the crystal butterfly hanging from a ring through her bellybutton, making little rainbows on her abdomen. The hair at the juncture of her thighs was trimmed into a heart and Baron was pretty sure Alexa had just about the best body he'd ever seen. When his eyes made their way back to her face she was looking right at him with that same smile as earlier, only this time she followed it up with a wink.
Alexa sat down and adjusted her position a few times before she seemed to find one that was comfortable enough to hold for an hour and fifteen minutes. She sat with her upper body propped against the back of the chaise her legs stretched out along the length of it. Her left arm was nestled against the curve of her body and her left hand rested on the rim of a large bowl of fruit that Alexa was now using to conceal the heart at her core. Baron hadn't even noticed the bowl of fruit until now. She grabbed up a peach from said bowl, sunk her teeth into the flesh and Baron could see the rivulets of juice sliding down her chin to land on her chest. Suddenly Baron's mouth was so dry his tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth and he cleared his throat to try and produce some saliva.
Alexa's eyes landed on him once again and she stared directly into his eyes when she said, "I'm ready."
She kept the peach poised in front of her mouth as if she meant to take another bite at any moment, her eyes never leaving his and he realized that she meant to hold this pose for the duration. His classmates had all pulled out their pens and pencils and charcoals and started working but Baron sat there frozen, unable to move for the weight of Alexa's gaze.
He didn't have any art training other than a few classes in high school and he'd had only the barest hint of talent when it came down to it but that had been years ago and never with a beautiful naked woman less than three feet in front of him and staring directly at him. Still Baron was a grown man, a tough guy by nature and he could ignore his baser feelings in order to accomplish his goal…but some of the peach juice had finally made its way down to her breast and as he watched it slid down the slope to pool over her nipple. He could imagine taking that nipple into his mouth, the sweetness of peach and Alexa filling his mouth. He could feel his cock begin to stir in his oil splattered jeans.
Snap out of it! Giving his head a little shake he pulled out his own pencil and, opting not to use the easel, pulled out his sketchbook instead and turned to the first page. It was a brand new sketchbook that he'd bought specifically for this class and the spine crackled when he opened it, the smell of new paper filling his nose.
He decided it would be best to start with her face so that he had a moment to gather himself before moving on to more tempting views. First he sketched out the oval of her face and two smaller ovals for her eyes. A light line down the center for her nose and a horizontal one for the mouth. After that he went in darker, creating the highlights and shadows that made up the shape of her face, her cheeks and her forehead. He most wanted to capture that glint of playfulness in her eyes, that little sparkle that he'd seen when she'd winked at him earlier. He pictured the upturned left side of her mouth in a devilish smirk, the barest hint of a dimple showing. He was so engrossed in his work that he hardly noticed when Baize walked up behind him and paused.
"I like the expression you're going with here, like she's just remembered a good inappropriate joke." The next was spoken louder so that everyone could hear. "The model is a basis for your work but you don't have to restrain yourself to exactly what you see. Good job Mr..?"
"Corbin. Baron Corbin."
"Mr. Corbin. Now we're about out of time for today. Keep these drawings for your portfolio. Every bit of art you create will go into this portfolio and I will be collecting them at the end of term to judge your overall growth and how well you've met the criteria set forth each week. For your homework I want you to pick one contemporary figurative artist and discuss the evolution of their work. I'll see you all next week."
While the class gathered their things and began to filter out Baron looked at his drawing once more. It was a complete face, with shadows and plains and immediately recognizable as Alexa. He'd filled in her hair which went down around her unfinished shoulders but like the real woman, it was the eyes that were the most compelling. All in all, it was much better than he'd thought it would be.
For the second time that day he was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Alexa standing in front of him until she spoke.
"Can I see it?" Her voice was light and airy, every bit as pixie-like as the rest of her.
He hadn't even seen her get dressed nor step off the little platform. He'd also never seen a woman naked without having spoken to her at least once beforehand. Baron had thought to keep her as just the model and not let it ever get to be anything more than that, considering he'd be staring at her naked for about a total of about sixty hours. If he let it be anything other than that he'd probably explode.
Images of his mouth on her peach tipped breast came unbidden to his mind again and he found himself tripping over his words. "I... I... I uh, yeah. It's not that great or anything but..."
She came around the easel and stood behind him, where Professor Baize had stood a few minutes ago and peered over his shoulder at the sketchbook he held in his lap. She stood close enough that her breast touched his shoulder and he could feel the heat of her seeping through his shirt, the smell of peaches and carnations wafting around them.
The seconds ticked by and finally Baron could take it no more and turned his upper body so that he could see her face again. Her expression was one of consideration, three delicate lines forming in between her eyes, then they were gone replaced by another one of her winning smiles.
"I like it. See you next week Baron." She skipped to the door, picked up a gym bag and was gone.
This class was either gonna be a lot of fun or a lot of stress packed into a five-foot pixie.
A/N: This fic is 4 chapters. I'll probably be revising them and posting them tonight. Let me know what you think?