“I have your birthday present.” She said with an eager smile. She handed him an envelope.

“Hmmm.” He carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the card. It was homemade, and decorated to look like a gift certificate.

“12 weeks of life drawing classes?” He read with a puzzled tone.

“Yes!” She said, shaking with glee. “You always talk about how much you loved the life drawing classes you took when you were in college.”

“Oh, right.” He began to remember.

“The local community college is offering life drawing classes every Thursday evening from 7-9pm.”

“Oh, wow. That will be fun. Thank you.”

He gave her a hug and kiss, but his mind was already beginning to wander. Classes with college students, hanging out with college girls, nude models posing while they all studied and sketched the sensual curves. This was going to be great. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants.

“And the first class is tonight!” She announced with flair. “We need to leave in about 15 minutes.” He had not seen her this excited in a long time.

“Did you say WE?” He asked. While he assumed she would also enjoy the class, it felt a bit like having a chaperone keeping an eye on him.

“Yes, I said WE.” She insisted. “I thought it would be a fun activity to do together.”

He smiled at her. He knew he would still be able to eye the hot college girls during the class, and after 2 hours of staring at a nude model they both would be ready for hot sex when they got home.

“Sounds great.” He said. “Let’s go.”

She picked up a large sketch pad she had purchased earlier in the day, along with a box of pencils.

“Just one sketch pad?” He asked.

“Yes.” She answered. “I have my sketch pad and some pencils and charcoal.”

“So, you’re just going to tear a page out for me to use?” This made no sense. She might be new to this, but two sketch pads seemed like an obvious place to start, especially since it was his birthday present.

“Oh, sweetie.” She put her arms around him, comforting him with affection. “The sketch pad is just for me.” She rubbed herself against him, feeling that hard bulge in his pants.

“I signed myself up to take the class, and I signed you up to be the model.” She smiled innocently, batting her eyelashes in that way that she always did when she wanted to get her way. “It’s going to be so much fun!” She wiggled with excitement.

He was frozen with fear, blindsided by the sudden change of fortune. She had signed him up to strip and stand naked in front of a class of art students? The thought of embarrassment was paralyzing.

She squeezed his cock through his jeans, took his hand in her’s, and led him out the door. She had a very satisfied bratty bounce in her step, so pleased with how her plan was unfolding.