My name is Spencer Carlin and I am nineteen years old. I just moved here from Ohio to go to art school here in California. I am an artist, always have been it seems. When I feel sad or depressed art is my safe place. Art is who I am! Yeah I know it may sound a bit obsessive and maybe I am but, it's just who I am. I was happy to leave my close-minded small town and move to eccentric liberal California, to say I was out of place in my old town was an understatement. I stuck out like a sore thumb, always the weird artsy kid with her nose in a sketchbook. I didn't have many friends there so, I decided that I would move here and hopefully find myself in good company upon my fellow artistic souls. LA Arts, a school made for people like me. It's not that I am a terrible, ugly person. I would seem to be that I would be a normal nineteen year old girl if I spent my time talking about boys and painting my nails. Nope I preferred canvases. If I wasn't perceived as so weird I would be called an attractive girl. I am tall and in great shape, with a slight tan. I had long, thick blond hair that fell a few inches past my shoulders. But, from what I've been told it is my eyes that are my best feature, I have big baby blue eyes. I have sculpted yet soft features and full lips. See that sounds like an attractive person, right?
Wrong! In my hometown I was just the odd, artist kid. Oh well, enough of that stupidity, that was then. Here everyone is just like me, I finally feel at home. I am super excited because today is the first day of classes and I am ready to jump up and down I'm so happy. It is time for my last class of the day and I am sitting at the coffee stop on campus, fidgeting with my hands. I was so excited I couldn't wait in my dorm room any longer, I was pacing back and forth, back and forth. Finally, my roommate told me to come here that maybe it would help take my mind off things. I was driving poor Kyla, that's my roommate's name crazy with all my pacing, she actually told me so. So, I'm here, I've been sitting here for thirty minutes and ten seconds, yes I'm counting the seconds because all normal, sane people do that, right? That's what I thought! Kyla was wrong this is not helping at all. Screw it I'm walking to class I don't care if I'm early, I'm always early. Yeah, I'm one of the freaks that are waiting outside of class like twenty minutes before their class is suppose to start, oh well.
I smiled as when I walked through the doorway, my smile faltered a bit . There in front of me there was this beautiful girl. Long curls hung past her shoulders, auburn with streaks of bright red. Deeply tanned skin and a rocking' body, mmmm Spencer thought to herself. The girl was dressed in a pair of ridiculously short jean cut-offs and a black tank. The tank cut off above her belly button, exposing her toned abs and what looked to be a tattoo on each of her hips but, the girl couldn't make out what they were. She's sexy as hell whoever she is. The girls was sitting leaned back in a wooden chair, legs slightly spread relaxing in a casual oh so sexy way. She had her eyes closed and was listening to an iPod, tapping her black chuck-taylors on the floor lightly and humming along with the music. I smiled a little, immediately recognizing the song, "Addicted" by Saving Abel. Ohhh, an one could be addicted to this girl, DAMN! It was then that she opened her eyes and noticed me. Shifting quickly but, a small smirk played over her lips as she pulled the ear bud from one of her ears. She opened her mouth to speak but, I didn't hear the words, I was too busy getting lost in her honey colored eyes. Oh shit, is she speaking to me, Fuck! I actually shook my head to get out of the daze, I know I must have been drooling. "Huh…" , I muttered. She probably thinks I am some crazy person.
Another smirk played across her lips. "I said that you don't have to stand in the doorway, you can come in if you want.", she said. It was then, at her words that I noticed I was still standing in the doorway. Shit…Fuck….I'm sure she thinks I'm some sort of idiot. "Its okay I can come back in a few minutes, I didn't realize someone was using the studio.", I said nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the next. "Its okay really, I'm just killing some time. Come have a seat.", she added. I nervously walked into the room and sat down in a chair in front of one of the many easels in the room. It was almost on the opposite end of the room from where she was seated. She shook her head and smiled, "Okay, not exactly what I meant. I promise I don't bite..", she added pulling out the chair beside her and patted the seat lightly. I reluctantly walked over and sat down. She looked over at me and smiled, "….I don't bite…hard.", she purred leaning over closer to me.
It was then that the rest of the students began to file in, she leaned back over to her original position she was in with a small smile on her lips. One after another students took their seats at the easels. "Hey Spence.", a guy said as he plopped down in the chair next to me. Aiden was his name and it seemed that he was in everyone of my classes, I wouldn't thought he was a stalker but, I realized early on that he and I had one thing in common….We were both gay. You couldn't tell by looking at him but, he most definitely was. Luck to all the men on campus, he looked like he stepped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue, tall, athletic muscular built, sculpted features. He was a good-looking guy. He was cool as hell, we agreed one a lot of things, one being Picasso was so overrated. I mean come on the guy was in love with himself and if you ask me his work wasn't even that good. So, we became quick friends. "Hey Aid.", I said leaning over giving him a quick hug. I couldn't swore out of the corner of my eye I was a small frown creep up on her face at this. Hummm, interesting. Another girl sat down beside Aiden, "Ohh girl those shoes are fierce.", he exclaimed. Okay so, maybe now it was obvious the boy was a flamer, I chuckled lightly. Then I saw it a half-smile creep up onto her face. Again…very interesting. The class was completely full and I watched as an older woman entered the room her long salt-n-pepper hair pulled back halfway. She was dressed in tweed colored pants and light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, her clothes splattered with paint in more than a few places. It was her feet that attracted most of my attention, the woman was wearing a pair of old worn-out black chucks. HA..a woman after my own heart, being as it was the only footwear I owned. She pushed her dark-rimmed glasses back on her nose with her index finger. She was attractive for an older lady, probably in her fifties but, her features were kind and beautiful in a way. It was obvious she was probably a knock-out in her younger days.
"Good evening class, I would like to welcome your young creative minds to Figure Drawing. I am Glenda Johnson. I hope to inspire you to see the beauty and complexity that can only be found in the grace of the human form.", she said passionately talking animated with her hands. A few guys chuckled loudly, she looked over at them, "Those of you who are her to ogle the models, you are wasting your time. Only respectful serious artist are welcome in my class so if you boys cant be serious then leaving now would be in your best interest. And, yes I mean you two over there.", she said directly addressing the guys that had just laughed. They looked at each other nervously, the picked up their bags and almost pushed each other over trying to run out the door. The teacher smiled, "Happens every year..", she chuckled, "Well, now that unpleasantries are over. I am so happy to have all you here and I am excited to welcome you. I love what I do and hope you will enjoy being in this class as much I as enjoy teaching it.", she smiled widely, her grey eyes sparkling a little. I think I love this class already, I love how passionate the professors are at this school. "Well, I think I'll just throw you into the deep end today, see what you are made of.", she smiled again. However, some of the students shifted in their seats nervously, not knowing what to expect. I didn't I love this, I love being challenged artistically. I smiled widely at the older woman in front of me. "Today we will start things off right with rough sketching from a model. Take her time and have fun with it. You wont be graded on it or anything and after today you can toss them if they do not please you.", she smiled bringing her hands together. I began to bring out my large sketchpad and put it on the easel in front of me. Looking down I began to rummage through my supplies box looking for a pencil.
"Is she here yet…oh there you are dear….", she said to what I suspected to be the model yet I was too busy looking through the box to see who she was talking too. But, it was then that my heart dropped and I think I lost all ability to breathe. The brunette beside me stood up and walked over to stand beside Mrs. Johnson. "Class, this is Ashley and she is kind enough to be our model for this evening. She actually is a student here, a music major if I am correct.", the woman said and the brunette beside her nodded in agreement. The professor but her hand on the girl's shoulder as she continued, " So, don't be shy students, she has modeled for me in classes past. Just let this be a relaxing fun experience, okay….Okay Ashley if you would be so kind dear, then we will get started…", she said pointing to the chaste lounge in the center of the room draped with a red linen cloth. The brunette walked over to the front of the chaste. She was standing directly in front of me, looking at me with my still stunned expression. She looked directly into my eyes and winked. I visible gulped as she reached for the hem of her tank. She smirked at this then brought the shirt over her head, leaving her their topless….okay shit, if I wasn't drooling before I know I am now. She reached for the button of her shorts, undid them and brought them down. There she was in all her naked, deliciously tanned and toned glory. I know the room just got twenty degrees hotter, or was it just me or her, both I don't know. I looked down a little, my cheeks flushed slightly. I looked up to watch her smirk again as she lay down on the chaste, the professor came over to the chaste, taking some of the fabric and adjusting it slightly. "Okay you may begin class. " I felt a nudge to my ribcage and I looked over to see who it was, Aiden. He leaned over so he was at my ear, "She winked at you Spence and now she is staring at you, she looking at you like she wants to have your babies.", he whispered softly, I know no one else heard him because it was so low it was barely audible to my ears and he was right at them. I ducked my head blushing, "Don't be embarrassed girl, if I were straight I'd so want a piece of that. Damn, girl got it going on!", he whispered again with a smile, making me smile too. That boy was crazy!
I looked back up to see that she was still staring at me, her eyes passionate and intense. So, beautiful. I brought my pencil to the paper, lightly and softly, letting my hand move at its own accord. I looked into her eyes and barely at the paper in front of me. I was brought deep into this, her soul boring into mine, connecting to it in a way that I've never experienced in my life. I've been told that when I work I go into my own little world, bringing myself fully into it but, this time I brought her with me. I never had this sort of connection to anything I have worked on before or anyone for that matter. Her essence radiated off her and flowed into me and for these moments I felt us as one. God help me, this is intense. I never felt like this, and this is just a simple sketch. Imagine what it would be like if I touch her….kissed her….oh God I bet her lips tasted like heaven, soft and warm. Mmmmm, I am a goner. How is it possible that she can have this effect on me and I barely even know her. I let my eyes travel every curve of her body, caressing them with my eyes, imagining what her skin would feel like under my fingertips. Over her face….along her jaw line…down her neck…rounding her perfect breasts…over her toned abs to her hips.
Mmmmm…running over her hip-bones…oh Roses. The tattoos on each of her hips were red roses…damn that's sexy. I cant help it I love a girl with ink and those are extremely HOT tattoos. I felt someone tap me on the shoulder and I looked over to she that Aiden was looking at me with a weird expression, class was over. Wow, the two hours just flew by, I guess I wasn't really in a completely conscious state and time wasn't really a concern. "Later Spence, see you tomorrow girl.", he said as he walked out the door. I began to pack up my supplies when the professor came over to me, "Miss Carlin, it seems you really got into your work today.", she said smiling as she looked at the sketch in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ashley putting her clothes back on. "Yes, ma'am I really enjoyed myself. I'm sorry, I kinda get really into my work sometimes I don't realize what is going on around me.", I smiled nervously. She smiled, "Don't be embarrassed dear, I do the same thing. And from what I can tell by this sketch, it pays off. This is incredible! Only a few students come my way that I see immediate talent and you have it. You really captured her essense, Her eyes are so full of life, its like I can see into her soul. I am thrilled that you decided to take my class this semester. I can tell you are going to be a pleasure to teach. I look forward to seeing you go as an artist, Spencer.", she said seriously yet she was smiling widely. I blushed at her praise, a little uncomfortable with the extreme compliment. "Thank you Mrs. Johnson, I'll see you on Wednesday. ", I said picking up my things and walking out the door. Huh.. I didn't see her leave, yet it seems she has disappeared...