Naked In School

My God, was I that transparent? Well, apparently I was, at least to Cassie. I guess best friends know you best. So, I took her advice. I thought of Dave. I don’t know if it made me look any more ‘alluring’, but it certainly felt nice!

Anyhow, we got done, and I got off the platform, and was able to look at the class’s drawings. Yes, some people took out their resentments of me on the paper. There were a couple of drawings of blobs with a head. Fuck it. It was better than getting whacked in the pussy.

Frankie’s, actually, were nice. Cassie’s were more than nice! Cassie’s not a great artist, but she’s good. I looked at the second one, and said, "Did I really look that happy?"

"Yes, you did," she grinned.

Then I came to Natalie, and I couldn’t breathe. The first one was stupendous enough. But the second one? Somehow, she did make me look alluring-but it still looked like me.

"How do you do that?" I gasped in wonder.

"I don’t just draw what I see, I draw what I feel," she smiled at me. "When Cass told you to think of David-well, I don’t know how to explain this without sounding like some kind of new-age hippie, but your whole aura changed. And that’s what I drew."

"I am stunned," I said. Then I noticed she was still drawing. She was making a copy of that second drawing.

"What’s that for?" I asked.

"You’ll see," she grinned. "Actually, the copy’s for me. It’s the original I need for something."

I just looked at her and shrugged my shoulders. Just then, the bell rang. Time for lunch.

I headed down, found a table, and Dave quickly joined me. Then Jared and Amanda joined us. Then Frankie and Cassie! Cassie sat down right next to me.

"Do you mind?" she asked.

"Of course not!"

Then the whole gang of theirs crowded around the table! Mike, Lily, Ed, Natalie, Maggie, all of them. I was absolutely stunned.

"Hey," Cassie said to me, "tell Dave what just happened in art."

"Oh," I blushed. "Cassie and Natalie talked me into posing."

"That’s great!" Dave said. "Did it go OK?"

"Yeah, it went really well," afraid to say anything more. Well, I didn’t have to.

"You should’ve seen it," Natalie told Dave. "Mrs. Taylor put her in this come-hither pose, and told her to look alluring. She said she couldn’t. So Cassie told her to think of you." Dave blushed at that! "You know what? It worked," Natalie grinned. Then I saw it in her hands. She wasn’t. She was! "When she was thinking of you, that is what she looked like," Natalie continued, and handed over the drawing she had just made. "Since that look was for you, I figured you should have it. I made a copy for myself."

David stared at the drawing for a good long couple of minutes. Then he looked at me. Then he looked at the drawing again. He was swallowing furiously, like he had a lump in his throat. Then he looked at me again! I couldn’t identify the look in his eyes. Then he looked at Natalie. "Nat," he croaked, "would you mind signing this for me?"

"My pleasure," Natalie smiled, and produced a pen, and signed the drawing. Dave smiled at her, and stared at the picture again. Then, suddenly, clutching the drawing, he got up. "Be right back," he said to me, and flew out of the cafeteria.

"What got into him?" Jared asked.

"I don’t know," I said, but I was afraid of the answer. Luckily, he was back in less than five minutes, carrying a cardboard tube.

"It was going to get ruined," he smiled at me, "so I went down to ask Mrs. Taylor if she had anything to put it in until I got home. She rolled it up carefully for me and put it in this. I want this on my wall."

He DID?

"If you’re going to hang it, you want to mount it on board and cover it with acrylic, so it doesn’t smudge," Natalie told him. "I’ve got both, if you need it. And hang it in a place that doesn’t get a whole lot of direct sunlight."

"I’ll take you up on that," Dave smiled. He handed the tube back to Natalie, who promised to get it to him soon.

"You’re really going to hang it up?" I said softly.

"Yes," he smiled. "You were really thinking about me?"

"Yeah," I blushed. He just grinned at me.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN DAVID

All right, things had been kind of building in my mind for at least the past couple of days. But the picture-well, that’s when I knew.

I had seen that look. It was the look she gave me right after she came under my hand this morning. But, you know, that was post-orgasmic and all that good stuff. This wasn’t. This was just from thinking of me. And to see it on paper like that? Drawn by someone as talented as Natalie Weinberg? It was like a punch to the gut.

That’s when I knew. Something was happening between us. I wasn’t quite sure what, but it was something.

You bet your ass it was going on my wall. Nobody had ever looked at me like that. Even if it was by proxy.

The bell rang, and we headed for Bio. I reached out for her hand as we walked. She happily accepted it. I could hear Jared and Amanda giggling behind us. I didn’t mind.

The rest of the day passed nicely, and we went outside to get dressed. Missy offered me a ride home again.

"Do you drive?" she asked.

"Yeah, but we only have one car, so I have to fight Mom for it," I laughed.

"Good. So now I get to play chauffeur."

"You keep volunteering!" I teased her.

"I know," she laughed. "You’re good company."

"So are you," I said. She shot me a grateful smile. We got to my house.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked her.

"I’d love to, but I really shouldn’t. I’ll walk you, though," she said.

"Isn’t the boy supposed to walk the girl to her door?" I laughed.

"Who cares?" she giggled, and took my hand as we went up my walk. "I’d love to come in, but unfortunately I have tons of homework I’m behind on. And I want to get a good night’s sleep before I see Ellie Kirkland in the morning."

"Yes. Good luck with that, by the way." She just smiled. Then I did it. "Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"

"YES!" she shouted. Then she giggled. "Oops. Was that too eager?"

"No," I laughed. We were at my door. I looked at her. "Missy, is it all right if I kiss you?"

"I really wish you would," she whispered. So I did. A nice long one. I’d kissed the odd girl or two, but not like this. I felt it from head to toe.

After we broke the kiss, I saw it, for real. That look. And then she stared laughing.

"What’s so funny?" I asked.

"You asked for permission to kiss me, but you didn’t ask permission this morning!"

"You’re right," I laughed. "Then again, you didn’t ask for permission yesterday, either."

"True," she giggled, then she leaned up and said, "Do I need to ask permission to kiss you again?"

"No," I smiled, and so she did. It was as good as the first.

Reluctantly breaking it, she said, "Oh, I wish I didn’t have to go, but I do."

"I know."

"See you later," she said, heading down the walk. "Oh, and don’t forget, I won’t be there in the morning so you have to take the bus and strip by yourself."

"I suppose I’ll live," I grinned. She grinned back, waved, got in her car, and was gone. I went into the house.

"Nice show," Mom said, grinning, the minute I walked in.

"Were you spying on me?" I said in mock-horror.

"Absolutely. I heard the car door and was coming to the front door to welcome you. Good think I looked out the window first, to make sure it was you. And saw some serious kissing," she laughed.

"Damn nosy mothers," I laughed.

"So, what’s going on?"

"Something. Not quite sure what yet." I told her about all the events of the day.

"Wow, that picture hit you hard, didn’t it?" she said.