One girl was particularly enthusiastic. Almost as soon as the class started, she wanted to get involved more actively and asked if she could join in any of the poses. With feedback and motivation like that, Alison and I hardly even need to work. The sheer energy of some people can carry a class along.
The volunteer told me to relax, reassured me that she was a lesbian and told me that I was quite safe from her. Then, when I adopted the first pose of the class (the "Brucey Bonus" - I need to get Alison to stop suggesting that one) she hurried up, ducked under one of my arms and got very close. Some innuendos were thrown around and when I glanced down, all I could see was the back of her head. I asked Alison if I should start feeling scared, yet. I don't know what kind of perspective everybody else had, but I know that my own perspective made everything seem very suggestive.
The volunteer (as I'll keep referring to her in this posting) told the group a few times that she would have absolutely no problem with joining in fully, if that was OK. And that included stripping down and posing right along with me. If enough people had said it was cool - effectively giving her "permission" to do so - then I genuinely believe she'd have gone through with it. In that sense, she was a lot like me. I'm always looking for a good enough excuse to get naked.
Two of the girls came down earlier than the others to introduce themselves and to bring in some prizes to be handed out. A packet of jelly penises for the best picture and a booby prize for the worst - literally, a pair of plastic boobies. That was another element of fun. That's them being proudly worn in the very last picture.
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