Best Friend Milli Becomes NUDE Model For Painting Course
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It was another boring day at college. Drawing the objects kept on the table seemed FINE ART to the faculties here. Why don’t they understand I have taken FINE ARTS to make FINE PAINTINGS not to waste my time on basics which I have learned in the past.
Let me introduce myself to you. I am Ravi, a fine arts student in a reputed art college in my region. I always had a passion for art and paintings. I lived far away from my home in the college hostel. I went against my family’s wishes and chose this course.
But now I was feeling some regret that I had taken this course. I was upset as hell because I was frustrated by drawing small objects for six months and still continuing.
I had already done that in class 9-10. I was already great at making paintings. I wanted to learn to make exquisite paintings and have my own exhibition.
I was extremely passionate about having my own exhibition where everyone would come and praise me for my artwork. I was ranting about the teacher, college, my life, about everything in my mind while doing the object sketch.
After completing the object sketching, the teacher asked us to pay attention to her. She was having a new book in her hand after 6 months.
I was thinking that I was going to learn something new. She asked, “How many of you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend?”
In my mind, I was thinking, “Why is she asking that? What will she do knowing about our relationship status?”
After a while when I finished questioning this in my mind, I saw ALL the hands were raised except mine. To avoid the embarrassment of being the only single, in a class of love doves, I also raised my hand.
I raised my hand thinking about my best friend Milli. She was more than my best friend but less than my girlfriend. I had a huge crush on her but couldn’t express it to her thinking it could break our friendship.
She was a B.Sc student from college who was in the same university. She was a sensitive, good looking, and well-mannered girl from a reputed and conservative family.
She was always wearing a salwar kameez and traditional stuff like that. She looked damn gorgeous in traditional attire. She had long, silky, black hair, black eyes, fair skin with a very light wheatish tan.
In short, she had a nice figure which was discerned by the curves of the dress she wore. Sometimes I felt that she dropped hints but then avoided it, thinking that I could be pre-assuming things since I had a huge crush on her.
My best friend was a decent girl for everyone seeing her for the first time. I was among the rare people who had seen her other side. She and I always have a beer party every 3rd Sunday of the month. This was at a park which becomes lonely after dusk.
My thoughts about Milli was broken by the voice of my teacher. The teacher exclaimed,
“Excellent! Your partners would be comfortable getting naked in front of you. And you also will be comfortable seeing them naked. So, your next project is making a painting themed on NUDITY where the model will be your partner. To avoid any issues, it’s optional to paint their face.”
I was completely SHOCKED! What was happening!!! From objects directly to NUDITY! I was confirming with my ears, “Did you listen to the word NAKED?”
The teacher continued, “Don’t try to fool us by making a painting of a nude photo. I know you all won’t, but I am warning that we are going to check plagiarism.”
“I WANT ORIGINALITY in work. This will be your main project and you have to get it done by next week. This project will be the deciding factor that would decide if you continue to the next semester.”
All the students were cool with this project except me. My ears were getting hot, “To whom I am going to ask to become my nude model, Milli? Will she be ready? Won’t she judge me on this?”
“What if she breaks our friendship? If she won’t then who will do that? I don’t know another girl also.” The horses of my mind were fully out of control.
I tried to calm myself and said to myself, “Let me just try asking her. I am going to make sure she doesn’t overreact. I know that she isn’t going to judge or break the friendship. If she doesn’t want to do it, she will refuse to do it. If she denies then I will search for another option.”
That day of college finished, and I was walking away with a dilemma in my mind of asking my best friend to become my nude model. While I was walking towards the hostel, someone called my name aloud.
When I turned back it was Milli, calling out my name. She came running and she seemed to be very happy. She came to me and hugged me tightly.
Ohh that moment, I was smelling her fragrance and her aura was intoxicating. Her hands around me were melting me deep within. I was feeling the strands of her hair softly touching my face.
I wanted to hug her even more tightly and wanted her to be in my arms for the whole day but I reminded myself, “she isn’t your girlfriend and this is not a place to do whatever I think.” Controlling my urges, I too responded by hugging her lightly.
After getting satisfied with the hug, my best friend told me the reason why she was happy. She told me that for the first time she had scored full marks in any exams in the college. I also expressed my happiness to her.
I thought, “She is happy right now, this is the best time to ask her about it. She is happy so chances of her saying yes may increase,” and then I decided to ask her right away.
I said, “Milli, I want a favor in one of my college projects. It is an essential project for my career. It will be the deciding factor for me passing to the next semester. I don’t know anyone else who could help me with this.”
Milli replied, “You know I am your best friend. I am always going to help you. You don’t need to plead so much. Tell me how can I help you?”
In a flattering voice, I said, “Look it’s completely optional for you, but I don’t have any other options except you.”
“My project is to paint a nude painting. And I want you to become my nude model. Don’t worry I am not going to paint your face. When the teacher asked about our relationship status, I couldn’t say that I am single due to peer pressure.”
“Now all are allotted this project to paint nudes of their boyfriend or girlfriend. This is to be completed in a week.” She was shocked when I asked her for becoming my nude model.
But after a while, my best friend gave it a thought. She said, “If the face isn’t to be painted then I am completely okay with it. I can understand your problem, my dear friend.”
“You don’t need to find any other girl for becoming your nude model. You have helped me so much wherever you could, so it’s my responsibility to help you wherever I can.”
I was relieved and it was completely visible on my face. I hugged her for the burden she had lifted from my shoulders. I was feeling her again. In the back of my mind, the thought of making out with her using this opportunity was popping up.
Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind I said, “Thank you so much, Milli. You are the best friend ever. You have lifted a burden that was on my head since this project was announced. Now I can be completely focused on painting.”
Milli replied, “Mention not Ravi, anything for you! So when and where will you start with this project?” I said, “Sunday you are free so we’ll keep it on Sunday.”
“We can do it in my small art studio, which you have already visited. We could keep it in the morning around 7 so that we could have more time to complete it.”
She replied, “Done! I will be there the day after tomorrow. Make sure no one is there around. I am so grateful to you that you provided an opportunity for me to help you.”
I said, “Why are you saying thank you? Instead, I should be thanking you. Yes, I will make sure privacy is there. So in the happiness of your marks and my project let’s have an ice-cream party.”
She happily agreed and then we had an ice-cream party at the nearby shop. Then we returned to our places. Since that day, I was eagerly waiting for Sunday so that I could complete my exciting new project and see a naked woman for the first time in my life.
At the end of part 1.
This is it guys for part 1. This is my first story on ISS. Hope you liked the story and enjoyed reading it. Please do tell me how the story was in the comments section. Suggestions are always welcome.
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A poor girl married to a middle class man meets a diamond merchant and recognizes as international model for ornaments, married the diamond merchant. Hello readers I am Reena, today. I am sitting at CDG airport, Paris waiting for my flight to Mumbai. While waiting for boarding call and during my flight to Mumbai my mind ran back to the past 6 years. Yes, I was not Reena always. The boarding card reminded me that I was born as ‘Rama’ born and brought up in a small place in Indore district of...
IndianThe sun was rapidly warming my bedroom when I finally awoke after my first good night's sleep in a week or more. I rolled over and looked at my watch, it was already 10 AM. I was still somewhat tired and might have been able to go back to sleep for another hour or so, but the increasing heat indicated that it was time to get up. The reason for my poor sleep in the days before was my panic efforts to finish out my freshman year at college without flunking out. I believe that I achieved...
Unwilling Nude Models I live behind a very popular bar. Actually I live one street over but the back of our property lines touch and I can see the back of the bar very well from my bedroom window. Like I said it was a pretty popular bar and it does a lot of business, especially on Friday and Saturday nights. I can tell when the waiting line at the lady’s room gets too long because the girls start coming out back to pee. There is a gate in the fence that separates the bar from my...
the following story is 100% true. this is a story of my first 3-some with my good friend rick and a cross dresser i had been chatting with for some time. the names have been changed to protect the guilty.....lolrick and i have known each other for approximately 20 years. with rick i feel free to explore my gay side. it is for this reason that i now consider myself a bisexual male. rick is gay and we met while working together in a different city where we now live. we had a project to do along...
I suppose small minded people might call it sick or perverted but love is love and my sister and I have allowed ourselves to express out love for each other in a more physical way. We are not ashamed of what we do and will not be stopping anything soon. Though we do not see each other as much as e used to we still get together. Lets start by explaini g how we first corrupted each other.About 8 years ago when we were teenagers I got my first digital camera and sis asked me to take a few pics of...
Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Millie's Complete Makeover This story contains the following adult content: F/F, Anal, toys,consensual/nonconsensual sex. You mus be over the age of 18 to read this.If you are not, or do not enjoy this kind of material, do not read further. THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION. Any resemblance to any person, livingor dead, is entirely a coincidence. Prologue "Watcha listnin' to, Millie?" Rikki's shrill voice...
I went to visit a girlfriend at the time at her college in Ohio several years ago. It was Saturday and after she did her course work for the day, we decided to go for a picnic since it was so nice out.She asked if I wanted to go to a national park or go to a small lake where all the students hung out to relax. Since it was May and the students were preparing for finals, she thought it would be a neat place to go. I asked her if we should bring our swimming suits with us and she replied, "No...
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