“You can call me whatever you’d like, sweetheart,” Leo winked as she hung my clothes on a hook by the door. “I was thinking we could do some live modeling. Just the two of us.”
My face reddened as Leo continued. “I know you didn’t get to go to college, and I know this isn’t quite the same thing, but I figured there was no reason you shouldn’t get to have some of the fun of that experience now.”
“I… I’m not sure what to even say.” The gesture was indescribably sweet. I wasn’t sure anyone had ever done something so thoughtful for me. And despite all of my protesting, as I looked around the studio, I knew that she’d been right: this was something I really wanted.
“Thank you would be a good start,” she teased, nearly flooring me with a smirk as she crossed the studio to stand before me.
“Thank you. It’s… this was all too sweet of you. You didn’t have to go to the trouble.”
“Baby girl…” Leo smiled, pulling me closer by the waist. “I would crawl through glass for you. This was nothing.”
I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears as I met her deep, gold-flecked eyes. “You have to promise not to be mad if the drawing comes out terrible though.”
Leo laughed, but I smacked my palm against her chest. “I’m serious! I’m so incredibly out of practice, so if it looks wonky, you can’t be offended.”
“Oh, honey…” Leo rolled her shoulders back and flexed her muscles for me. “I know what I’ve built here. Seeing it through your eyes will only make me love it more.”
“Christ,” I laughed, pushing her off of me. “On second thought, maybe this is a bad idea. I’m gonna give you a complex.”
“Too late for that,” Leo winked before reaching for the hem of her shirt.
“Oh, are you…?” I stammered, halfway through tying back my hair.
“Do you want me to?” Leo froze, “I was under the impression that you usually do this kind of thing stripped down.”
“Typically,” I swallowed, my eyes darting to the chiseled muscles already peeking out from under her shirt.
“Well if we’re gonna do this, I’m going to do it right,” Leo smiled, peeling off the Henley to reveal a perfectly sculpted expanse of muscle beneath.
As she tossed her shirt aside, I was surprised to see she’d skipped a bra, too. But where mine commanded attention, Leo’s boobs were easy to miss amongst the wall of muscle that made up her shoulders and chest.
It wasn’t until she was stripped down from the thick henley that I could really take in the soft swell of her chest, perfectly framed by her tattoos, or the hardened bud of her nipples.
I wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked — to touch every inch of her, to guide those pants down her chiseled legs. But I cleared my throat instead, trying to focus on what we came here to do. “Aren’t you going to get cold? Should we get you a robe or…?”
The rest of the sentence tumbled from my mind as she crossed the room, her back on full display for me as she locked the classroom door. “I’ll be fine without it. Wouldn’t wanna obscure your view.”
She flexed a bicep playfully, clearly unaware of the effect she had on me.Or maybe she’s perfectly aware. Maybe this is payback for weeks of playing straight.
“Pants too?” She rested her hands on her hips.
“Mhm,” I murmured, trying to keep my eyes on arranging my tools rather than watching her unbuckle her belt. But I could only keep my eyes off of her for so long. Soon, my station was arranged, and Leo was buck naked on the pedestal, awaiting my next command.
“I’m trying to figure out how to pose you…” I murmured, struggling to keep my thoughts pure. It was odd seeing Leo without her strap for once. But it gave me a better view of her body — no harsh lines breaking up her hips or pelvis.
“What about this?” Leo dropped into a squat, resting her chin on her fist in a classic thinking man pose.
“Next,” I teased, prompting her to flex her biceps in front of her torso.
“Huh? A little gun show?”
I couldn’t help laughing at how hard she was straining. “You’ve gotta pick something you can hold the whole time I draw you. I don’t want you bursting a gasket five minutes in.”
Standing from my station, I paced closer, trying to imagine something that would show off those muscles without straining her too hard. “Kneel for me?”
“Yes ma’am.” Leo smirked, eyes glinting as she got on her knees, legs spread wide.
“Such a perv,” I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the longing that bloomed in my chest under her gaze. “Now, lift your left hand like this…”
