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The Invisible Man Story Two, by Jezebel Rose
I was enjoying a cigarette outside of the arts department. Thinking about sex. It had been weeks since my last fuck, and I was aching to meet a young, single girl who loved taking it up the ass.
Luckily, I was about to.
A voice came from over my shoulder. ‘’… Hey, do you know where the arts department is?’’
I looked around. Busy lighting a cigarette. ‘’Uh-, yeah, sure, it’s-,’’’ I paused. Because as it turned out, the person the voice belonged to was stunning.
A rosy-faced girl in a wool-lined parka and red bobble hat stood beside me. Her blonde hair was long and curly, coming out of her hat and framing her heart-shaped face.
She had nice green eyes, full red lips, and a nice set of freckles across her nose and cheeks. I thought she was cute. Really cute. But there was something off about her… she wasn’t wearing leggings, and it was very cold out today.
‘’… Hello,’’ I replied instead, eyeing her up and down cynically.
She smiled cheekily. Cheeks dimpling. Her hands were in her pockets, staving off the cold. I felt her straightening up a little as I examined her. ‘’Hello to you too. So… the arts department?’’ She said and leaned forward a little on the balls of her feet, eager to get going.
The snow was coming down pretty heavily. It was mid-December and the entire campus looked like the inside of a snowglobe.
‘’It’s right over there,’’ I said. Pointing at the red brick building behind me. The sign was covered in frost, in her defense.
I settled further into my jacket. She was making me feel cold. Fidgeting like that. Wearing what she was wearing. ‘’Can I walk you?’’ I offered.
She looked me up and down, then said, ‘’… Sure.’’ Her eyes lingering on mine as we started walking.
‘’Who are you?’’ She said, when I didn’t.
‘’Toby, you?’’
‘’Amie.’’
I offered her a handshake. She shook it by the fingertips… very cute.
She quickly pocketed her hand again. Grinning up at me. She didn’t want to get cold, I figured. She’d be better off wearing pants, if that was the big idea.
‘’Amie… I gotta ask. Can you explain to me why you aren’t wearing pants during the coldest time of the year?’’
‘’You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,’’ She said. Hiding behind her furry coat collar. Eyes playing games with me.
‘’Try me,’’ I suggested.
‘’I’m a nude model.’’
I laughed out loud.
‘’… Are you fuck,’’ was my reply. Taking a drag of my cigarette.
‘’I’m serious!’’ She stood taller. Trying to seem more believable, I guess.
‘’So, what, you’re wearing… let me guess… nothing under that coat?’’
‘’Exactly.’’ She said in a very sure… and very dulcet tone.
I slowed down and licked my lips. Thinking about that. My eyes searched hers for the truth. She didn’t blink. Holding my stare.
‘’Prove it,’’ I said.
She peered at me, then, she looked around. When she saw that there was no one else in the courtyard, she shrugged, and undid the buttons of her coat and showed me what she wore underneath.
… It turned out she was telling the truth. She had nothing on beneath the coat, besides her birthday suit.
My jaw dropped as I ran my eyes over her voluptuous body. Her breasts rivalled that of a Greek goddess’s, and her child-bearing hips were wide and curvaceous. The slit between her legs was pink, hairless, and a little puffy due to her near-plus size figure. I imagined her ass was incredible, too. Big and soft. Hiding somewhere behind her as she rubbed her legs together shyly.
‘’Happy?’’ She asked. Still holding her coat open. Tits blushing.
‘’Phew,’’ I breathed, then, I coughed on smoke. My cigarette had burnt all the way down, and I was in serious danger of burning my fingertips. I threw it away as she buttoned herself back up.
‘’… You wouldn’t happen to be headed to Class D, Floor 3, would you?’’ I asked. Clearing my throat.
It was her turn to look at me in shock, ‘’How did you know that?’’ She asked.
‘’… Because that’s my class. I’m leading it.’’
She looked at me and slowly grinned. ‘’… Oh,’’ Amie said. Sounding delighted.
In the class, and the warmth, Amie had stripped down to nothing. She was sitting on a comfortable satin armchair with her legs spread, hands wrapped beneath her thighs. Displaying herself to the class.
My heart was palpitating, obviously, as I thought about what to say. I hadn’t fucking expected this, that’s for sure.
‘’… So, as you all know, today we will be sketching a live model. This is Amie, if you could all make her feel welcome,’’ I suggested.
‘’Hello Amie,’’ the class chanted as I wrote the instructions on the board.
‘Sketch the model using the grid method. Use additional lighting to highlight certain key features. Then, fuck her brains out.’
… Scratch that last one, I thought. Wiping clean a small section of the board.
‘’Hi.’’ Amie said brightly with her legs spread. She was having a great time. Smirking at the class.
‘’Whenever you’re ready, you may begin.’’ I stated. ‘’You have fifteen minutes! Then, I’ll be coming around!’’ I put the pen down and walked over to Amie. Placing my hands on her shoulders and whispering into her ear.
She leaned into me receptively, ‘’Headed to the little boy’s room. See you in ten. Be good.’’ I grinned.
She nodded, looking up at me through her eyelashes. Her pussy on display. She was definitely teasing me, I thought, and walked out of the classroom.
I nearly ran to my locker. Yanking it open, I took out the invisibility device and strung it around my waist. Someone passed by and looked at me oddly.
‘’Abdominal exerciser,’’ I grinned. Feigning an electroshock.
The person shook their head, then walked away.
I watched them go and pushed the button. Turning invisible.
I stepped back into the classroom quietly. No one looked up. The invisibility device was working, I realized.
I came around and looked at Amie. Sitting in the same position. Only her eyes had relaxed. Lids hanging midway over her irises, daydreaming, most likely.
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