I put head in my hands: what was I doing here? Just because I wanted to spend some time with Mrs Cooper, I was going to sit naked in front of a room full of… who knows who?
I undressed slowly and, thankfully, the biggest worry that had been on my mind – that of walking out from behind the screen with an enormous erection – was the furthest thing from happening. In fact, I was now worried that they might be somewhat… disappointed. It wasn’t cold in the room, but fear had forced my manhood to beat a hasty retreat. I gave it a little tug and a wiggle with my fingers to try and breathe a little bit of life into it and it made a little difference. At least I looked like I’d passed puberty now.
With a lead weight in the pit of my stomach I stepped slowly out from behind the screen and, unable to focus on anything else in the room, I circled the chair and sat awkwardly on it. Only now did I try to glance around. Were there any men here? I couldn’t see any… So that was the second hurdle cleared: no erection, and no men. I took a deep breath.
So far, it wasn’t so bad. Sure, I was naked, but everyone seemed pretty okay with it. I guess it’s a life drawing class after all, and this was pretty much what they were expecting. It wasn’t like I’d suddenly walked nude onto the bus.
I put that thought out of my head as I felt the twitch in my groin that it prompted. Think about the old ladies… think about the old ladies… That worked. I looked for Mrs Cooper in the front row and she was smiling again. And unlike most of the time that I was naked at her home, her smile was one of pure warmth. There was no trace of the knowing amusement that usually played on her lips. It occurred to me that this was the first time she had seen me naked without an erection, which seemed something of an odd situation in itself. That wasn’t counting whatever had happened when I was too young to remember, of course.
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