Welcome to my new short story. I posted this story a few years ago before I even knew what the tern beta meant so it was a hot mess. I eventually pulled it and then the other day, I came across it again. So now it's been cleaned up and extended some.

This one is going to be hard and fast. It's only 4 chapters, all written, so it will update often over the next week or two. I like to consider this one a side dish, as I am still writing The Friend Line and posting that weekly, so no worries there. Just a little ditty to wet your whistle.

This story is beta'd by the wonderful Chandrakanta. She also created the banner for this story. Come joinh my FB group, Awish's Fanfiction. I've got some fun going on there!

Chapter One

Figure Drawing 1. 0. My God!

It was my first day at NYU as a photography major. I was finally on my own and finally away from the small town I had lived in for the past four years. I had gone from gloomy, rainy Forks, Washington to New York fucking City. I had done two years at a community college back home, so technically I was starting as a junior at NYU.

My first class was Art Dynamics 101. Even though I much preferred taking pictures rather than drawing them, it was a prerequisite for my major. I slowly made it through campus and finally found my classroom. When I walked in, most of the students were chatting amongst each other and I already felt out of place. I made my way over to an open easel and took a seat. As I looked around the room, I noticed it was not a very big class, maybe 10 students, and there was a large round platform in the middle of the room. I knew the class was going to consist of drawling live models, so I assumed that's what the platform was for.

I unzipped my backpack to get out my supplies and, in true Bella nature, I dropped my open bag on the floor. As soon as it hit the ground, I felt at least 10 pairs of eyes on me. I grumbled as I knelt down on the hard floor to gather my things.

As I went to grab my charcoal pencil, I noticed that another hand had gotten to it first—a fairly big hand with long fingers that wrapped around my pencil. I jumped when I picked my head up and my eyes were met with the most beautiful pair of green eyes that I had ever seen.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said. "You dropped this."

"Uh thanks," I said when I finally found my voice and then took my pencil from him. As my hand brushed against his, I felt a shock run through my body. It was so powerful it made me a little light headed.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Pardon me?" I asked him.

"To figure drawing, I mean. You seem nervous."

"Nervous? No, I'm not nervous."

"Are you an art major?" he asked as he stood to his feet.

Damn, he was tall.

"Umm, no," I said as I stood to my own feet. He towered over me by almost a foot and he was sexy. "Photography; I have to take this class as a prerequisite. I'd much rather be taking pictures than drawing them."

"Drawling nude pictures no less."


"Did you say… nude?" I asked, making sure I heard him correctly.

"Yeah, you didn't know?"

I felt my face heat up. I'm sure I was as red as a lobster right now.

"You're blushing," he chuckled. "Do you always get this embarrassed when talking about the nude?"

"I'm not embarrassed, I just didn't realize the model was going to be nude. I mean I'm sure… well, I mean… it's just a model right? I'm she's very nice…"

Ugh, I sounded like a rambling fool. I prayed for the ground to just open up and swallow me whole.

"Do you always talk this much when you're not nervous?"

"Actually, I don't talk much… ever." I sighed. "Are you taking this class?"

"Not exactly," he said with a smirk.

"Edward, whenever you're ready," the professor said as she walked over to us.

"Try not to get too frazzled," he said as he walked away from me while in the process of lifting his t-shirt over his head.

What the…

I gasped when he stepped up onto the platform and kicked off his sneakers.


Oh God!

He looked at me as he undid his belt and then lowered his zipper. My eyes were stuck on him; I was in complete shock. He took a deep breath and in one quick motion his jeans were off and he kicked them off the platform with his bare foot. He looked back over at me… right in my eyes.

He was naked.

Oh. My. God.

He was completely naked. Right in front of me.

Holy shit.

He was beautiful.

I had never seen a naked man before. I had zero experience in that department. Aside from a few make out sessions with a boy back home, that was as far as I went. I was too focused on school and getting a scholarship so I could get to NYU.

I realized my mouth was hanging open when I noticed him looking at me again. When I finally snapped out of it, I once again dropped all my pencils on the floor.

Please kill me now.

The class went on and I was surprised I was able to draw a single line. This beautiful man was sitting on the platform with one of his legs straight out and the other leg was bent at the knee. His arms were around his bent leg and he was looking straight ahead.

I had never seen anything as beautiful as him.

He was tall and his physique was lean. The plains and contours of his body were perfect. His hair was a bronze mangled mess on his head and his skin was pale. As I looked further down, I felt my face once again heat up. Even though I had never seen a naked man before outside of textbooks from my anatomy class, I could tell he was perfect in that area, In fact, I wondered how it would even fit…

Oh god, stop it.

My mouth felt like cotton.

"That looks good," Professor Cain said from behind me. "Just relax your strokes and find the areas of tension within the pose. Feel the contours of his body and move through it. Focus on emphasizing the contours of his hip area more."

"Oookay," I said.

His hips were… gah! I had noticed how his jeans hung perfectly on his hips and now I had to focus on them?

What she kidding me?

I mean, yeah, I wanted to feel the contours of his body all right.

Stop it.

I tried to concentrate but it was much too difficult. I felt like my body was going to erupt in flames. Oh, how I had wished the model was a woman because it would have been much easier to draw parts I have myself and not parts on a man that is sex on legs and making me cream my panties. I glanced up at him, trying not to look for too long, but damn, it was hard.

Pardon the pun.

No, he wasn't hard… I didn't think… oh god.

I was relieved when the class ended. I quickly gathered my things and left the classroom in a hurry.

I needed air.

I made my way across campus and found a quiet tree to sit under. It was an amazing fall day in the city, just enough of a chill in the air. I sat down and pulled out a bottle of water from my bag and my drawling pad.

I flipped to my drawling of the beautiful naked man I had just seen and began touching up my strokes. What was wrong with me? I acted like a complete idiot back there. That was my luck, however. I was painfully shy and self-conscious, and that beautiful naked man probably thought I was freak.


I was lost in my thoughts and I barely noticed when someone walked up to me.

"Is this grass taken?"

I looked up and nearly choked on my own breath when I saw Mr. Beautiful Naked Man With the Big Peen standing over me.

I was at a loss for words.

"I saw you rush out of the class; I wanted to catch up to you, but I didn't think a naked guy running through campus would go over well, so I needed to get dressed first."

I giggled as the mental image went through my mind.

"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you… I just…"

"No, it's fine," I said, clearing my throat. "Sit, please."

He sat down on the grass across from me.

"I'm Edward, by the way. I didn't really get a chance to introduce myself earlier."

"Isabella… well, Bella actually."

"Bella, that's a beautiful name," he commented, making me blush again. "It's very easy to make you blush, Bella. I like it."

I smiled at him and then tried to change the subject.

"So, Edward, are you a student here?"

"Yes, grad student actually. I'm a music major"

"Oh you're not a model? I mean…"

"No, I'm not really a model. I just do it because the pay is really good and I need the money for school. They give me a break on my tuition for my contribution to the art department."

"I see," I said. "So this is just something you do for money?"

"I know it sounds kind of bad, and trust me, it's not something I saw myself doing."

"How long have you been modeling… uh, nude?"

Jeez, Bella, can you be any more lame?

"This is my third semester doing it."

"Do you… like it?"

"In the beginning it was scary as fuck. I mean standing in front of a class full of people with all my junk out on display…"

I started laughing at him.

"It's not funny" he said with a smile. "But as soon as I found a way to relax it got better. I still don't enjoy it exactly, but it pays for school so I can suck it up for an hour twice a week. And besides, it's just a naked body, nothing to be embarrassed about… right?"

I was quiet as I chugged my water.

"So, can I see your drawling of me?"

I almost spewed my water.

"What? You want to see it?"

"Yeah, why not? I mean it is just me… naked."

Why did he keep saying naked? Was he trying to kill me?

I hesitated for a moment and then passed him my drawling pad. He took it in his hands, his long fingers wrapped around it, and I was mesmerized.

"Wow, this is really good," he said. He looked at my drawling and then back at me. "For someone who said she'd rather take pictures than draw them, this is great, Bella."

"Thank you; I guess the model sort of made it easy."

Did I just say that out loud?

He smiled at me and then handed back the drawling pad.

"So, how about you, Bella? What's your story? I know you said you're a photography major."

"Yeah, I'm an undergrad though, third year."

"Where are you from?"

"Forks, it's a small town in Washington State."

"I know Forks, I'm actually from Seattle."

"Oh… small world," I said.

"Listen, I have to go. I have a class, but I'd really like to talk to you some more. Would you be interested in getting a drink with me tonight?"

"Tonight? You want to go out… with me?"

"Yeah, unless you have other plans?"

"No, no other plans." I thought for a moment. "Okay, sure."

"Great, there's a bar on West 57th—The Loft—meet me there at 8pm?"

"Okay, sounds good."

"Great, I'll see you later, Bella."

He got up from the grass and smiled down at me before he walked away. I had no idea what the hell I was doing.

A/N: I am no artist, but I'd draw Edward naked any day! YUM!

Next update will post in a few days.

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