Museum Piece: Part 2

The next morning Iris and Eddie met up after his design class. When she finally returned to her room the previous night. She plugged in her phone and found a bunch of texts from him. His studio location was moved to an Annex Building, and he'd be stuck there for the semester unless something else became available. Wednesdays were a good day for the couple, because they each had their afternoons free to spend together. The pair strolled across campus, planning to hang out in Eddie's room.

"How'd your class go?" asked Iris.

"Good. I think that professor likes me. He called my work radical." said Eddie.

They had texted the night before, but she neglected to mention the modeling session. Iris knew she had to say something now or else it would take on a strange context which she tried to convince herself didn't exist.

"Hey, something weird happened yesterday after my phone died" said Iris, trying to be careful with her words.

"Besides your roommate reappearing, and you walking in on her?"

"I did not walk in on her. Anyways, you know how I've been looking for part time work?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it's probably a one-time thing but I had a session as a reference model at the Art Building."

"Like naked, for the figure drawing class?!" Eddied was shocked but not mad.

"No, no, no. I had all my clothes on. It was for Professor Brenn."

A wide mocking grin spread across Eddie's face as he tried to suppress a laugh.

"Don't you say anything." said Iris.

"No, I won't. I mean what's there to say? It's hot that you posed for our teacher is all."

"Stop it." Iris was at the brink of laughter herself, but embarrassed.

"Okay, fine. But was it strange though? How much did you make?"

"Two hundred for three hours, and no it was pretty normal I think."

"Nice. He's a really good artist, and you could use the money."

They continued towards Eddie's room and Iris explained most of what happened the night before. The version of events she shared with her boyfriend excluded her private thoughts on her time alone with the Professor. When they arrived, Eddie once again tried his hand at asking Iris for sex. His lack of directness bordered on pleading, which mildly irritated her. She wouldn't do it today but agreed to make a plan to have sex in a few weeks, after midterms were over. Her main concern was that they would get reckless if they started doing it regularly. Eddie excitedly jumped up and wrote the date on his calendar.

"It's on the schedule. No backing out." Said Eddie cheerfully.

"I won't. You know, just because we aren't doing that one little thing, doesn't mean those desires must go completely ignored" Replied Iris, laying on the loveseat in her usual position.

Iris gestured for Eddie to join her. As he got up from the chair, she instinctively pushed herself to the end of the loveseat -- stopping when her butt touched the armrest. She draped her legs over the end and grabbed a pillow off the floor and tucked it beneath her shoulders. Iris turned her head, and he was there, crotch just above her. She quickly undid his pants and impatiently yanked down his underwear. His penis was ready for her. She knew what he expected.

She tongued the shaft eagerly, as she caressed the member with her hands and guided it towards her -- never looking up at Eddie's face. She didn't want to ruin the fantasy. Iris was aggressive, focused, and desperate to please him. She took him into her mouth which dripped with saliva. His cock reached beyond the point she'd been comfortable with in the past, but she forced him deeper and deeper within. Tears streaked down her face, ruining her mascara, but Iris needed to please him. She felt her arousal building.

"Iris I'm. Can I? Is this, okay?" Eddie asked, already nearing his limit.

Historically, she refused to let Eddie come in her mouth. He was nervous to upset her and pushed Iris away -- quickly grabbing some Kleenex from the shelf.

"Oh God." Eddie said as he orgasmed into the tissue.

Iris was annoyed by Eddie's pathetic decision. She would have let him come in her mouth. She would have swallowed it. She might have even let him fuck her. He just needed to stop asking and tell her what to do. But Eddie missed his moment, unaware of the opportunity he squandered.

"That was crazy. You like, inhaled me." Said Eddie.

"Oh. You liked it?" Replied Iris, wiping the spittle off her face.

"It was amazing. Can I do something for you?"

"No not today, I'm actually still on my period." she lied. Staring into Eddie's face, the spell which excited her was broken. Iris didn't feel like letting him touch her just then.

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The next day began with another early morning Art History class. Eddie woke up extra early so he could take some supplies to the annex studio first. Dropping off the supplies went quickly, so he ended up getting to class over a half an hour early. Iris was already sitting in the hallway waiting when he got there.

"Hey, why are you up so early?" Eddie said.

"Oh, I just couldn't sleep and went for a walk and ended up here." she responded.

He sat on the floor beside her to wait for class.

It surprised Iris that class went entirely normally and felt stupid for it. She received no extra acknowledgement from Professor Brenn in even a subtle way, and by the time class was nearing its end she had grown angry with herself. She finally accepted that she developed a crush on the Professor. The absurdity of getting to class a whole hour early in the off chance he would be there made it obvious, even if she didn't want to admit it. What would she have done? Talked to him. She barely spoke two words their entire session together. This one-sided schoolgirl crush was foolish, and way out of character for her. Besides, she had Eddie, and he was funny and kind and pretty good looking and he really listened to her.

As class ended, Professor Brenn announced that he had the graded quizzes to give back. He called the students by name to hand them their quizzes as they left. Eddie held up his quiz for Iris to see on his way out of class. It looked like he had a couple wrong, but the sheet had a big "A" at the top. When Brenn got to her name, he mentioned that she did a great job. She thanked him, noticing his handsome dark eyes. But Iris had already decided to put that nonsense behind her, and quickly left the classroom. As she stepped into the hall she glanced down at the quiz and stopped short. At the bottom of the paper was a note.

Please see me after class

"Are you okay Hon?" Said Eddie, waiting for her in the hall.

"Yeah, you have studio time next, right? You should go ahead. I need to ask the professor something." Said Iris.

"No problem. I'll catch up with you later. Love you."

"You too."

Iris took a second to cool her nerves, then stepped into the classroom. Professor Brenn sat at his desk.

"Miss Shaughnessy, just the person I wanted to talk to." he said.

"Hello." she replied, rather formally.

"Last night's session went really well. It was just what I was looking for. You're going to have to come back for at least a couple more."

"I'm confused. I heard from someone that it was a one-time thing."

"Oh, that's true for most subjects, but for others I need multiple sessions, and I'm going to need more from you. When are you available in the next few days?"

"Well. I have classes most of today and a long lecture tomorrow morning."

"So, you're free tomorrow night."

Iris was numb, once again feeling the choice was being made for her.

"I usually see my boyfriend on Fridays."

"Is that Edward Karr from this class?"

"Yes." she said apprehensively.

"I'm sure he'll understand. He's an art student too."

"I'm actually not an art student."

"Interesting. So tomorrow night, you'll be there at 7." He waited for her agreement.

"Yes."

Iris was in a fog as she left the class and felt anxiety rising in her abdomen, as though something terrible had just happened. She committed to getting over this feeling moments ago, but it was completely out of her control. Wretched pangs of guilt welled inside of her. She had always stuck to her commitments. Those commitments were the reason why she followed Eddie to this university, the reason why she had perfect grades, and the reason why she would marry her first love after they graduated. Her resolve returned as she walked to her next class. It was merely an attraction, a fantasy. Nothing had to come of it. Besides, Professor Brenn had expressed zero interest in her. The money would help Iris a lot and all she needed to do was get through a couple more sessions. If there was any discomfort she could quit.

The next day and a half she spent studying with a totally unnecessary intensity. Iris was already the top student in all her classes, her lowest mark being a 98 from a notoriously challenging professor. That didn't stop her from reading, outlining, and going through the syllabus of each course -- looking for assignments to get ahead on. Eddie was working on Friday, so he was completely unaware of Iris's state. She barely slept Thursday night and when she awoke on Friday she jumped right back into her studies. She was desperate to ignore her anxiety over her upcoming session with Professor Brenn. She skipped meals and nearly gave herself a UTI by putting off using the restroom.

6:30 Friday night came, and Iris left her room feeling beside herself with dread. The walk calmed her down slightly from the feelings she had been avoiding, but then she had an awful epiphany. She never showered that day. She remembered getting up and dressing and brushing her teeth and hair. But then she studied and studied and was vaguely aware she would need to shower later, but never did. She unzipped her hoodie halfway revealing a brown camisole and rubbed the pads of her fingers against her armpits. Thankfully, she was unable to smell anything on them.

Iris arrived at the Art Building but was still concerned about her hygiene. The building was almost totally vacant. Even the stairwell lights were on energy saver mode, keeping the steps barely lit. When she reached the first dark landing between floors one and two, she got up the nerve to check what she was really concerned about. Angling her body towards the wall, she shoved her hand into her pants -- reaching into her white cotton panties and dragging her fingers along the damp outer lips of her vagina. She sniffed herself.

"Great! I smell like vagina." she said to herself sarcastically.

In resigned acceptance of the situation, Iris started to scale the stairs but had another realization. She stopped and brashly shoved her hand into her pants once more to confirm it. Unfortunately, Iris forgot to wear a pantyliner, and her underwear was slightly moist from the day. At least she had on a thick pair of jeans. She told herself it shouldn't be a problem and continued up the stairs.

The fourth-floor hall was well lit. She checked the Professor's office as she passed, but it was locked so she continued down the hall towards the studio. Iris tried the door of what she thought was the right room, but it too was locked. The adjacent door opened.

"That's the studio for the rest of the faculty. Come in, come in." Said Professor Brenn gesturing expansively.

"Hi Professor." Iris said comfortably.

She was distracted from her nerves, focused on getting to the large sink she noticed last time in the studio.

"Don't call me professor please. It's way too formal."

"No problem Mr. Brenn" She joked. Her anxiety melted away as she washed the smell of vagina off her fingers.

"Heh, we'll work on it." he said.

Just like that, Iris felt much better. She was almost amused by the realization of how overblown her anxiety had been. Brenn escorted her to a platform a couple of feet off the ground and told her to get in a comfortable position. She mounted the platform and sat with her legs crossed. The professor sat about ten feet away from the platform, far enough away that it wouldn't matter if she smelled. Iris was satisfied and at ease for the first time in almost two days. She felt so comfortable that when she switched poses later in the session, she asked the professor if she could take off her hoodie -- it was getting hot. He had no problem with the request.

Iris unzipped her hoodie and tossed it on a chair adjacent next to the platform, revealing her tight thin camisole. She sat on the platform perpendicular to Brenn, hugging her legs which were tucked tightly against her chest. He continued sketching but began to seem a little perturbed.

"Alright, you're going to have to make a change." Said Brenn.

"What do you need me to do?" Responded Iris. Holding up her hands in pantomimed preparedness.

"That's a padded bra under your shirt?"

"Yes?"

"It creates an odd effect at the sides with the tight tank top. You need to either put the hoodie back on or lose the bra."

Her immediate instinct was to go for the hoodie, but then looked up at the clock in the back of the room and saw there were only thirty minutes left in the session. Iris didn't know why, but that had an effect on her decision.

"What would prefer?" She asked.

"Take the bra off." He instructed.

She stood up and turned her back to Brenn for privacy. It was a strapless bra so it shouldn't have been too hard to take off while leaving her shirt on. Iris unclasped the bra, planning to pull it out from the bottom of the camisole. But the camisole was tight and her body slightly damp from perspiration, making it nearly impossible to take it off without first pulling up her shirt. She decided to pull it out from the top.

When she attempted it, the bra pulled Iris's breasts out of the camisole leaving them completely exposed. It was fine though, because she was turned away, the most the Professor could have seen was probably a little side-boob before she managed to stuff herself back into the camisole. Once Iris was settled, she moved to throw her bra on the chair with her other clothes. As she did that, she caught Brenn's eyes which were reflected in the night blacked windows in front of her. She stupidly missed that she was reflected from head to toe dark-mirrored windows, and her professor had seen everything.

Dejected, Iris crawled back into her pose. Brenn turned over the page of his sketchpad and jumped onto the platform, surprising her. Once again, he tucked in close and stared intently as he drew her. After a while his focus seemed to fall on her shins and feet.

"One more thing. You need to pull your pant legs up to your knees and lose the socks." he said

Iris took her socks off without question and attempted to pull up a pant leg. But her jeans really were tight, and she was unable to pull them up more than a few centimeters.

"Sorry, these jeans can't really be pulled up." she said.

"Then take them off too."

"I don't think I can do that."

"Not a problem. We had a great session. The check is on the counter on the way out."

"That's it?" Iris asked.

"Yeah. I don't want anyone doing anything that they're uncomfortable with. If we get to that point, I pay them for their time, and everyone can move on."

"Meaning no more future sessions?"

"Obviously."

She looked from Brenn who was still sitting next to her to the clock -- twelve minutes left. Iris stood up right in front of him and began to undo her pants. They were so tight that it was hard to remove them gracefully. While she shimmied her hips to pull them down, she had to hold the back of the pants away from her butt so they wouldn't lower her panties along the way. After a great effort, she managed to peel them off -- exposing her shapely legs. She unceremoniously chucked the jeans in the general direction of the chair which held her hoodie and bra and got back into position.

Brenn continued drawing immediately, fixing his gaze on Iris's lower half. She was feeling good about her choice. The Professor's demeanor hadn't changed at all, and he had presumably seen plenty of models in way less clothing.

Suddenly, she was reminded of something which had completely slipped her mind -- Iris could smell herself. With her forehead now resting on her knees, she was facing her own crotch. The odor seemed to waft up from it. Brenn edged closer to get a better look, and the anxiety which she previously lost returned in full. With horror, she noticed for the first time that he breathed deeply through his nose while sketching, and he was right next to her. There was no way he would miss it.

Brenn inhaled twice through his nose and pursed his lips. Without a word Brenn stood up and left the room. He had smelled her, and his reaction was to leave immediately. Iris sat there waiting in total embarrassment. After a few minutes, she got up and looked down at herself, terrified of what she would see. It was worse than she feared, her thin white underpants had soaked through. They were transparent from her wetness -- her dark pubes clearly visible through the thin damp fabric. Because of the wetness, her panties clung so close that even the line of her vagina could be seen.

What had he noticed? She clearly flashed him with the bra mishap, and then what? Were her panties transparent when she stripped off her jeans right in front of him, or did he watch her slowly soak through them as he drew? Feeling quite low, Iris put on her pants and hoodie and stuffed the bra into her purse. She took the check from the counter on her way out