Diving into a New School Year (part 5): Three Girls With Big Imaginations[M23 3F19][exhibitionist][voyeurism][College]

Diving into a New School Year (part 5): Three Girls With Big Imaginations

Previously On— Diving into a New School Year: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (the story and characters are fictional)

It's 1:57 p.m. I'm running across the courtyard outside the student center, trying to dodge anyone in my way as it bustles with students on their way to their next class. I hear a few female students calling out, "Ren!" I look over to see three attractive sophomore women. Meditation: Controlling My Happiness 201 will have to wait. I'm sure they'll understand my situation, so I'm shifting my direction.

"Good afternoon, ladies."

"Hi, Ren," they say, and two surprisingly blush slightly.

I now remember who these lovely ladies are.

--ART CLASS--

This morning, when I left my first class, Decades of the 20th Century, and before exiting the Thompson Building, I passed by an art class that seemed to be a little somewhat disorganized—even though the class was starting, I have a real knack to noticing things when they are not in an even flow. I entered the classroom, seeing that it was a small class of only female students—I know. I know. I like where this is going, also! I ask Professor Bonish, the class teacher—whom I call her by her first name, Hannah. We have known each other for a few years. And when I say known, I mean KNOWN—She replies to me with a sparkle in her eye and a grin that would launch a thousand guys, fuck those ships.

"Ren, it's the first day, and I already have people bailing on me?"

"Are people not showing up for class?"

"No. All the registered students for my class have attended so far, even though this is only my second class for the day."

I look around at her class and am amazed at how artists seem to be getting hotter by the semester.

"Well, what seems to be the problem?"

"I was supposed to have a nude male model for this class to see how the students sketch the male anatomy now and compare it to how they do at the end of the semester, which goes towards their final grade."

Her grin that could launch a thousand guys has changed now to something that would have the answer to making all women orgasm by sight.

Hannah stands before the class and says, "Class, Unfortunately, our model has decided not to show." The class moaned because not only the sight but also the ability to draw the nude model was going to make their day. "But there is someone we can use as an alternate if you think he would be a suitable nude model."

She points at me. The hormones in the class started raging as they looked at me, and they started shaking their heads and saying, "Yes, please..."

Hearing the word please was the first time I had been outnumbered eight to one and listened to the word used for my approval. Talk about stroking a guy's ego, but that's not what they had in mind to stroke.

I changed out of my clothes in the changing area that Hannah had set up in her art classroom for just this occasion, and she also had a clean robe hanging on the wall. Hannah always did think well for others. I walk out, open my robe, and let it fall. I was then at the top of the charts to those college women. I wasn't too far behind them because I felt that way myself. But—that's normal for me. I'll have to mark this in my 'Notes Of Ren.'

--THE COURTYARD--

"Ladies, how did you like art class this morning?"

The three attractive sophomore college women are giggling and looking at each other.

"Well, was my anatomy not adequate," I asked with a positive smirk.

They all three say, "It was wonderful."

"Thank you," I say as I wink at them.

--TO READERS--

Let me intervene here for a second. Women always complain about how men look at their breasts a lot when they are talking to them—that's a compliment. If your titties are good enough to be looked at, go with it, but here is my argument for the men. Men do not notice it most of the time. Still, as I have said earlier, I have a real knack for catching the flow of things—women get a good look at men's asses or packages whenever they have a clear view. Still, they are more covert about it, but remember, just like it is to the women, it is also a compliment to the guys.

Notes of Ren 158

-- THE COURTYARD--

"Ladies, what are your names."

"Beth!"

"Natalie!"

'Tonya!"

"Those are all three pretty names."

Natalie says, "Thank you," and Beth and Tonya smile.

I look at my watch and see I am a few minutes late for Meditation: Controlling My Happiness 201. I would rather play my cards here than meditate with Guru Sasha in class. She is notorious for passing the bong around before meditation, which is helpful but doesn't close the deal.

"I am interested in seeing your sketches.

They look at each other, put down their backpacks, and start sorting through them quickly. Each one of them pulls out a sketchpad. I was surprised that the sketchpads fit in their backpacks. We sit on a park bench in the courtyard, and the traffic of students walking to class has significantly lowered.

"Well, Ok, Natalie, let me see yours first." She hands me her sketch pad, and I am flipping through it. I see some great clothes designs one after another as I flip the pages.

"These are clothes designs. Did you design them yourself or copy what you want to do?"

"Those are my designs," says Natalie.

"The three of us are going to own a clothing design business when we graduate college," says Beth.

"All three of us are designers, but in our future business, Natalie will be the prime designer, Beth will be the key in advertising, and me the photographer and graphic designer," says Tonya.

"You girls seem ahead of the game," I say, watching them smile. Then I come to Natalie's sketch of me.

"Holy Shit," I say as i look at the sketch in amazement. Natalie is so happy. "You sketched this in the short length of time i was standing there nude?"

"Yep! And don't underestimate yourself by saying short length," says Natalie.

Beth and Tonya look at the sketch, and Tonya says, "Great sketch, Natalie, but I have to say Ren's dick is more significant than that."

Beth, the quieter of the three, speaks up and says, "You bitches are blind. I would suck that dick all night long and cowgirl it in the morning." She opens up her sketchpad and shows us her sketch.

Tonya, Natalie, and I look at the sketch and are astonished at what we see.

"I have an idea," I say to the sophomore women, "why don't we go to your dorm room, and let's try to see who is the most accurate at their sketch." The girls agree with me.

I could become a model. These future entrepreneurs will be fun, and what better thing to do while skipping class?

PART 5.5 COMING SOON!!!