I wanted to go wild, turn my paper into a work of art. Except I was only a beginner, and our teacher, Mr. Clark told us not to get ahead of ourselves. Once we mastered the basics, we could learn how to manipulate. I made more flowing lines, swinging down her hips where her thigh met her crotch.

This was my first nude, so drawing a naked woman in front of me wasn’t my forte. I froze when I got to her…her bottom.

Pussy. Just say pussy.

I could be silly with sex, and that proved it right there. I shrugged it off, shading in the shadows between her thighs. I remarked at the slender girl in front of me, reminding myself that though her body wasn’t anything like mine, I could still make it beautiful. It was all perspective.

As I continued, the drawing sucking me in, I peeked for a moment when I heard a rattle at the door. Mr. Clark hurried over to stop the rattling before it interrupted more people. It was no use, my sights were already on the man walking into the room.

He was tall, muscular, black, and wearing a button down with fitted jeans. He looked out of place, more a businessman than an art student. Yet Mr. Clark seemed to know who he was.

“Andre, please, come on in. I’m glad you could join us. I’ll set you up right over here, and you can begin to work.”

A new student?

Andre headed to the opposite side of the room, completely in line with me. I glanced away, pretending to be involved with my work. I ran my pencil over thick lines, already ran through. Mr. Clark handed him his tools, and he settled into his seat.

He’s different.

When he put his pencil to the paper, he didn’t look lost at all. He went right to work, studying the beauty in front of him. I decided to go back to work after that, but still couldn’t stop feeling his magnetism.

He was handsome.

He had a penetrating look, one that sucked you in and wouldn’t let you go.