Harry looked up from his sketchbook and grinned at his best friend, “Hey Liam.”
“You ready to go?” Liam stopped in front of the bench Harry was resting on and threw his thumb over his shoulder towards the ivy covered brick building that housed their art class.
“Oh yeah, sure.” Harry hurriedly shoved his sketchbook inside and threw the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder, catching a glance at his watch as he did so. “Wait Liam, we still have a half hour until class.”
“I know,” Liam grinned wickedly and grabbed Harry’s arm anyway, pulling him towards the building they spent two hours in every Tuesday and Thursday. “But we’re starting with the nude models today. I figured the girl might need a bit of company before class.”
“Who says it’s going to be a girl?” Harry protested weakly but allowed Liam to continue dragging him. “And what makes you think she’ll be there already?”
“Because I’ve been sitting outside the art building for the past hour, I saw her go in. Now come on,” Liam shoved him towards the stairs. “She’s hot.”
The two boys tumbled into the classroom and bit out of breath and slightly flushed. Their teacher looked up with a knowing but endearing shake of the head, “Hello boys.”
“Hi ma’am,” Liam smiled brightly, his eyes dancing towards the girl standing in the front of the room. She was wearing a thin white robe and with the way the sun was shining through, Harry could see she had nothing else on. He adverted his eyes, feeling bad for her, before remembering it was her job to pose naked for them.
Harry sat down at his easel and pulled out his sketch book, finishing the drawing he had been working on in the park. It was a self-portrait that he had been struggling with for weeks, but he had finally gotten it right. At least he thought he had.
He added a few more swooping curls to his drawing, glancing up when a shadow fell across the page he had set in his lap. The model was standing before him, obviously checking him out and liking what she saw.
“Can I help you?” Harry asked politely, his green eyes blinking innocently as the girl crossed her arms across her chest and stuck her breasts towards him.
“What are you drawing?” she purred.
“Self-portrait,” he went back to adding to the drawing, liking the way the charcoal lines appeared with every move of his hand.
“It doesn’t have a face,” the girl pointed out.
“I know,” Harry sat back and admired the drawing, which was just the outline of his face and curls. There was nothing in the middle. “It’s because I’m not quite sure who I am.” He added a few finishing touches, “I’m just a shell.”
The girl lost interest and moved on to Liam, who accepted her advances a lot more enthusiastically. Soon enough the rest of the class had filed in and the room was being called to attention.
“As you know, we are starting with the human body today,” the teacher gestured towards the model, who was now standing in the middle of the room. “Today’s assignment is to focus on one body part and one body part alone. Good luck.” The girl dropped her robe and Harry heard a few appreciative whispers from the other boys in his class. He knew half of them had only taken it because of this very assignment.
Harry’s eyes roamed the girl, seeing her not as a person, but as an object. Her nakedness wasn’t embarrassing to him anymore. He figured the other boys would be drawing something vulgar, so he settled on the gently curled hand that rested at her side and got to work.
“You know Harry, people are starting to think you’re gay.” Liam’s hands tugged at the straps of his backpack as he and Harry climbed the stairs towards their art classroom.
“Are they?” Harry couldn’t care less.
“Well yeah,” Liam sounded concerned. “Cause you were the only guy who didn’t draw that girl’s boobs the other day.”
“Maybe I care more about the art,” Harry pushed the door to their studio classroom open and Liam followed, biting his lip as he thought about what Harry said.
“I know you do, but people are talking. Just thought I’d let you know.”
“Thanks Liam,” Harry sat down at his spot and pulled out his sketchbook, studying the hand he had drawn last week. He quite liked it.