Anne was nervous, her dad had told her not to mention the camera to her friends and now she felt it as a pressure, weighing down on her, lies by omission. She felt that every response she made, every comment was a falsehood, her interactions felt stilted, delayed and considered as if she were editing her lines on the fly. She hated it.

The bus ride seemed to drag, she found herself focusing on the diesel smell, the rough feeling of the coarse tartan material under her thighs and fingertips, the whine of the gearbox, anything to distract her from the conversation which felt like a betrayal of her friends.

By the time the bus came rumbling into the school carpark she had decided to tell her friends, just not at school, she was going to stick it out for the day and tell them on the way home. This gave her some relief, a loosening of the guilt she felt.

They stuck together, by common consensus rather than any instruction from Anne, even so there didn't seem to be a need. There was no sign of Tanya, not before class as they hung out with Jo in the cafeteria nor during any of the breaks, it seemed she may have been actively avoiding them. That suited them to a tee and by the time she got off the bus with Abby, Anne had forgotten the camera entirely. To the point that she didn't tell anyone and didn't turn it off.

"So, my parents aren't home, you up for 'homework'?" Abby made the inverted commas with her fingers.

Anne gave her a sly look, "Modelling? I did wear the birthday present you got me." She couldn't believe how casual she had gotten with the idea of modelling almost naked infront of her girlfriend.

"Nice, I hope it wasn't too obvious that I really bought them for my own enjoyment?" They raced back to Abby's place, keen for some alone time.

They didn't even get to her room before their lips were locked together, climbing the stairs backwards, Anne fumbled with her buttons. When she got to the room she pulled her blouse off and Abby broke away, "I love the colour, purple suits you so well." She bit her lip, "going to show me the rest?"

"I don't know, I'm thinking tit for tat, perhaps I want you to undress and give me something to look at whilst you draw me?" She said cheekily, Abby didn't have to be asked twice and to Anne's shock she quickly stripped her uniform off, not stopping at her undies.

Anne sucked in a breath, her eyes opening wide in shock. Suddenly her teasing seemed to have gone too far. For the first time since they started dating her girlfriend was standing before her, naked as the day she was born. She let out a little "Hrm!" Biting her lip.

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"Like what you see?" Abby asked, Anne could only nod, speechless.

Abby got her art supplies and an easel out, acting as if it were perfectly normal to be naked whilst drawing a life model. Anne could not tear her eyes from her nude form, for the first time in her life feeling like she didn't need to avert her eyes or not look directly, her girlfriend was gorgeous.

"Okay, I need you in a different pose, I was thinking if you scoot to the headboard and bring your knees up to your chest." It took a moment before Anne's brain processed this request and when she realised she had been staring, not responding for a few seconds she jumped to comply.

"Perfect, now, hug them to your chest. Perfect" Abby hurriedly did a pencil sketch, her hand flying over the taught canvas. "Hold on, I'll put on some music so you're not too bored."

She fiddled with her phone and a Bluetooth speaker, soon California Dreamin' was playing and Abby was back at the easel. Anne wondered why she thought she might get bored, just following Abby’s naked body as she drew, engrossed in the hobby she obviously loved, was enthralling.

Before Anne knew it Abby was mixing up oil paint on an old wooden palette, she started slapping great swaths of dark paint on the canvas, working mainly with a palette knife. Once she was satisfied she mixed up some other colours, more flesh toned paint than Anne had ever thought she would be comfortable with, again this was applied with gusto.

By the time Abby was finished roughing out the figure her playlist had stopped, neither girl noticed. Abby switched to finer brushes and her palate became full of shades, pinks and purples with some blue alongside, Anne was engrossed in the paint which didn't make it to the canvas, instead painting her girlfriends body, small splashes of colour highlighting her thighs and breasts, coating her arms.

Suddenly there was a noise of the front door opening. Both Abby and Anne froze then, as they heard steps coming up the stairs darted into motion, finding and donning their discarded uniforms in a flash, uncaring of the paint which must have coated the interior of Abby's blouse.

They were presentable, barely, when Abby's mum opened the bedroom door without knocking. "Hey girls, I'm home." She said in a tired voice, "Anne, it's probably time for you to go home, it's almost dinner time." She hadn't noticed anything amiss and closed the door after her announcement.

Both girls let out a breath then devolved into fits of quiet giggles. Once she recovered, Anne quietly put her tights and shoes back on and tidied her clothing. She looked up to see Abby again topless and using a rag to wipe oil paint from her arms, she bit her lip and boldly walked over to her girlfriend to catch her lips in a kiss and run her fingers down Abby's bare side making absolutely certain she didn't get paint on her uniform. Abby was stuck, frustrated and unable to return the caress due to her paint covered hands, "Finish it at the same time next week?" Anne whispered in her ear before turning and walking out.