Have you ever had a moment in your life that you just know you will never forget, no matter how much time passes? Most of us have. For Stacy, that moment came when she was still in high school. She had been working at the mall when she was noticed by a young woman who approached her, and after some small talk, asked her if she had ever done any modeling. Though interested, Stacy was understandably cautious. The two agreed to talk some more after Stacy's shift ended.

Irina was an artist, a painter specifically, of nude female figures. She had her own studio and showed Stacy some photos of her paintings. Stacy was quite impressed by what she saw. The paintings looked almost like photos. Though nude, the models were posed in such a way that private parts were either covered or partially covered. None were completely exposed. Irina studied Stacy's face, noticing her interest in each photo.

"Are you a student?" Irina asked, with Stacy nodding her head while continuing to look at the photos. "So, what are you majoring in?"

Stacy looked up, somewhat confused by the question, before realizing Irina thought she was a college student. For some reason, she answered, "Oh, I haven't decided yet." It just came out. Maybe, subconsciously, Stacy wanted to pose, and wouldn't be able to, if Irina knew she was just shy of seventeen.

Irina smiled and said, "I was the same way when I was in college. I didn't think I could make a living with art. It turns out, I was wrong. Do you like what you see?"

"They're beautiful. How did you get them to pose for you?"

"The same way I'm doing with you right now," Irina answered.

"Has anyone turned you down?" Stacy asked.

"Plenty of times. Sometimes, they turn me down right away. Most are like you. They're curious and want to know more. Usually, those are the ones who agree to pose. I hope you will too. You don't have to decide now. I'll be out of town for a couple of weeks anyway." She reached into her purse and handed her card to Stacy and added, "If you're not comfortable doing it completely nude, I can paint you partially clothed. Just keep that in mind." She stood up and started to walk away before she stopped suddenly and turned to look at Stacy and said, "Almost forgot. I pay well too. Call me if you're interested."

Of course, Stacy had to do it. The interest was too strong. It only took her two days to decide. She called Irina to let her know. There was no turning back now. She did feel bad about keeping secrets, both from Irina and her parents. She justified it to herself for being a good student and staying out of trouble. She didn't even have to pose in the nude. That's what she kept telling herself even though the thought of posing nude was exciting to her. Could she actually go that far? The closer the date came, the more she thought she could.

Stacy was a bundle of nerves as she drove to Irina's studio, which was out in the country. There were so many trees surrounding it, she almost drove past it, only adding to her nerves. Once she arrived, Irina's soothing voice calmed her down.

"Nervous?" Irina asked, obviously reading Stacy's body language. "You don't have to be. If it gets to be too much for you, just say so, and we'll stop. I promise."

Irina showed Stacy around her studio and where she would be posing. She also explained that while Stacy was posing, she would take a photo of her first. After doing so, she would then draw a sketch of her.

"What is the photo for?" Stacy asked.

"I won't actually be doing a painting of you during the session. That comes later. I use the photo to get the skin tone right. This way, you won't have to hold your pose for too long, and I can maximize the number of poses per session." Irina then directed Stacy to a small changing room. "There's a robe in there you can put on after undressing.

Stacy removed her clothing and checked her reflection in a mirror that was attached to the door. She then put on the robe and checked her reflection one last time. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Irina was putting the finishing touches on some lighting where Stacy would be posing.

"So, have you decided?" Irina asked.

"Have I decided what?"

"Whether or not you're going to wear something?"

Stacy took in a deep breath, and without saying a word, removed the robe and tossed it away. "How do you want me to pose?" She asked. Though she tried to act confident, she was anything but. She had trouble posing the way Irina wanted her to. The touch of Irina's hand as she helped Stacy pose sent a mini shock wave through her body. She wondered if she could get through it. Somehow, she managed to hold her pose. About halfway through the sketch, she could feel her nerves calming down. After going through several poses, the nerves were completely gone. She didn't even feel naked.

"Okay, that's all for today," Irina said. "You did a good job."

"How long will it take to paint?" Stacy asked.

"About two weeks. If you want, you can come over and take a look at them. As a matter of fact, I'm planning on doing another session. Would you be willing to pose again?" Stacy was just starting to answer when Irina stopped her. "Wait. Before you answer, I need to show you something."

Stacy followed Irina to another area of the studio. There, she was shown paintings of women together. The paintings were quite erotic, with the women appearing to be touching each other in private places. Stacy just stared at them for several moments.

"I... I don't know if I can do that. That's a lot different than your other paintings."

"It is." Irina responded. "You don't have to decide now. Just like this time, you don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Understand, when you're posing, you're not actually touching private parts. It only looks like you are. The woman you'll be posing with has worked with other first-time models too. She'll help you get through the bumps along the road."

Even though Stacy told Irina she wanted to think about it, in her mind, she had already decided that she would. The paintings had an effect on her. It wasn't like she had never thought about other women in that way. This was a way of exploring without actually crossing that line. She didn't even wait and called Irina that very night.

It was on a Sunday when Stacy arrived at Irina's. True to her word, the paintings were done. Stacy was very pleased with the way they turned out.

"So, what do you think?" Irina asked.

"They're beautiful. If anyone I know sees these, they'll know it's me."

"Does that bother you?"

"No, not at all... for these. But for what we're doing today... "

"I'll make sure to pose you so your face will be covered in some way," Irina reassured her. "Speaking of which, you're not going to be posing in the studio today. The weather is too good. So, we're doing this in the great outdoors. Come with me. We're going for a drive."

"What about the other model?" Stacy asked.

"Laura's meeting us down there. I already told her."

It was a short, scenic drive over to a small lake that was surrounded by old growth trees. As they approached, a car came into view.

"Good, she's already here!" Irina shouted. She parked next to the other car and the two got out. Laura did too. Irina introduced the two just as they approached each other. At first, Stacy only saw a beautiful young woman. The recognition came almost simultaneously to both. Laura was Stacy's high school English teacher, Miss Danner. At school, she wore glasses, no makeup, and always wore her hair tied in a bun. She dressed conservatively, with long skirts or dresses. She looked so different with her long blonde hair flowing down to the middle of her back and perfect makeup. Her way too short sweater dress and boots completed the unexpected look.

"Hello Stacy," Laura said as if she were meeting Stacy for the first time.

"Hello... Laura." Stacy replied, almost giving away the secret. Without speaking, the two entered into a game of pretend. Why had they decided to do this? Either could have stopped this before it started.

Stacy and Laura helped Irina carry her supplies as they walked closer to the lake. Irina picked out a spot near several trees. It was a perfect place with a nice view of the lake in the background. She spread out a towel next to some bushes and said, "You can place your clothes on this." Then she put two pairs of flip-flops next to it as Stacy and Laura approached.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two. It was time to undress, and neither was making the first move. They both kept catching the other glancing. Stacy started unbuttoning her shirt. When Laura saw what Stacy was doing, she turned her back to her. With no fear of being caught, Stacy watched as Laura undressed. It didn't take her long. She was only wearing the sweater dress, boots and pantyhose. Stacy finished undressing as she heard Irina whispering to Laura, "She's new at this, so I'll pose her touching you."

Irina took her time, letting Stacy ease into the posing. True to her word, Irina posed Stacy touching Laura. With each pose, Stacy could feel herself getting turned on. Mostly, it was because she could feel Laura getting turned on too. Was this really the case? Or was she just imagining it? She could definitely feel her warmth. She desperately wanted to touch her in a way that would give her the answer. Her fingers were so close. Did she dare?

The next pose brought Stacy closer to the answer. Irina posed her behind Laura with her right thigh between Laura's legs. There wasn't supposed to be contact, and yet, there was. Stacy could feel just how wet Laura was. As long as the pose was, Laura made no attempt to create distance. If that wasn't enough, when the pose was over, it felt like Laura deliberately slid herself down Stacy's thigh before standing.

"This is the last pose," Irina said. She posed Stacy from behind again with her head just off Laura's left shoulder. Then she had Stacy reach in front with her right hand and placed it near Laura's mound. She took Laura's right hand and placed it over Stacy's. Then she placed Stacy's left hand on Laura's backside. As turned on as Stacy was, this pose was proving to be too much. Her fingers were so close. Did she dare? Her hand was starting to shake. Or was that Laura's hand causing hers to shake? There was a slight twitch of her middle finger.

That's when she felt it. Her finger had made contact. There was another twitch. This time, it was deliberate. And the contact was maintained. There was a slight pressure on the back of her hand. Laura was pushing her hand closer. Several fingers were touching now. She could feel Laura trembling. Stacy moved her left hand lower on Laura's backside. Her ring finger slipped into the crevice, and she pushed it upward until the front of her fingertip was pressed against Laura's anus. She continued to apply pressure to both ends. As much as she wanted to do more, she couldn't. She didn't want to make it too obvious to Irina as to what they were doing. Even so, Laura was getting close. Stacy could feel it.

She eased up on the pressure. For a few seconds, she applied no pressure at all. Then she started again. Just that little bit of pressure almost did it. Laura was trembling hard. Stacy had brought Laura to the edge. The closest of close calls. How long could they stay like this? It was at that moment when Irina shouted that she was done. There was a mixture of relief and disappointment. Irina started gathering her things as Stacy and Laura walked over to their clothes. Laura walked past them and went behind some trees. Stacy started to follow when Irina shouted, "Don't mind her. She always has to take a pee after posing."

Stacy started getting dressed. As she was doing so, she peeked through an opening between the trees. She could see Laura from behind, leaning with one hand against a tree. Her other hand was between her legs, furiously rubbing until her body stiffened.

"Stacy!" Irina shouted. "Come on. Let's go."

Stacy quickly finished dressing and ran to the car. On the drive back to the studio, she wondered how all this would affect her relationship with Miss Danner. Or was it Laura now? They definitely shared a secret. Would they ever pose together again? Should they? So many questions that may never have answers.

Then, later that day, Stacy found a penny on the sidewalk. She never forgot that moment.