I was a part of an art club when I first moved to Texas. It got me out of my room and my mind off of school. It was a club of about 12 males. Every other week they had a nude model come in for the lesson. I was approached by the instructor when I first met him to be a model for them. I declined but was interested as it paid well. He was a pervert and had the female models pose in distasteful positions. This was a big reason I believe that we didn't have more female models for art class. He said many students over the year had posed and it not uncommon.
At one point I thought I was moving to attend another college. I told the instructor I would be moving soon. He asked me one last time to model before I left. I didn't think about it and said yes. I didn't sleep for a week! I was a nervous wreck... I came in the next week and undressed and came out. I have to admit that it was one of the most intense sexual feelings I have ever had.
I was breathing so hard he thought I was having a panic attack. I told him I was nervous, but I wasn't. Anyway, a week or so later I found out I wasn't moving. I never did show up to class again. I wished I had never done it. Not because I didn't like it, but because I missed the art class. It was one of my healthy outlets.
At one point I thought I was moving to attend another college. I told the instructor I would be moving soon. He asked me one last time to model before I left. I didn't think about it and said yes. I didn't sleep for a week! I was a nervous wreck... I came in the next week and undressed and came out. I have to admit that it was one of the most intense sexual feelings I have ever had.
I was breathing so hard he thought I was having a panic attack. I told him I was nervous, but I wasn't. Anyway, a week or so later I found out I wasn't moving. I never did show up to class again. I wished I had never done it. Not because I didn't like it, but because I missed the art class. It was one of my healthy outlets.