It was my senior year of high school, and the decision of picking a college was weighing heavily on my mind. In my search, I stumbled across Santa Fe College of Art and Design. I clicked aimlessly through the website, until I hit a page for one of their drawing classes and paused, struck with what was on the screen.
A nude, female model was front and center in a spotlight. Her back was to the camera and she was being drawn by a class of art students, their easels clustered together in the dim background, with their faces out-of-focus. Of course they have art classes with nude models, but I was surprised that they used an image from this class to represent the art department. There was something about this girl. It was the most unchaste image I could imagine in a college advertisement. Even from the back, she radiated sexuality through her pose. She looked like a centerfold; relaxed, unashamed, and free. I envied whoever had captured this breathtaking image of her.
That night, I dreamt of the art class model, alone with me in the figure drawing room. She posed, curving her statuesque body. I was transfixed by...
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