Zoey and Me Ch. 08

"No I'm not," I said, feeling the heat of a blush on my cheeks. "I'm plain."

"No, you're real," she said putting her pencil to work on her pad and chatting while she drew. It felt like half of a lecture, like the ones she would give about saving the Earth, but I liked what she said. Everything she said was "girl-power!" and I liked hearing it. She sketched for a bit longer before turning around her pad and showing me a close-up sketch of my breasts. The drawing included my collarbone and a bit of my shoulder, but otherwise, it was a very accurate sketch of my tits. "I've got to know, are nipples hard right now?"

"I don't think so," I said, pinching the one closest to her. "Not really," I reported.

"They're beautiful," she said and I saw a twinkle of appreciation in her eyes as she licked her lips. It was easy to guess what she was thinking and if she had leaned over to lick one, I think I would have let her do it. Instead, she glanced down my body and looked between my legs. "I like that you're mostly shaved. Would be okay if I do a drawing like this, but of her?" It took me a moment to realize what she meant when she said "her." She was talking about my pussy and I laughed as I worked it out. It made sense to refer to pussy as a "her."

"Sure," I said, glancing behind me and wondering how I should position myself. "Should I lean back or something?"

"Yeah, leaning back would be good. You don't mind opening your legs for me, do you?" I didn't, I mean, it's why we were there, wasn't it? "And maybe you can put a finger down there, too?"

"Like this?" I asked, resting my finger along the side of labia.

"Yeah, that's good," she said, already sketching. "Fingers are always so challenging to get right." She kept looking back and forth and that's when I started getting excited. I was reminded of when Zoey and I spent time inspecting each other. There had been more touching between Zoey and me, but it felt similar and I started getting excited. I wondered if it showed, but how could I be sure? I wasn't staring at my pussy, she was. "Most of the girls I draw don't shave," she said as she worked.

"What about you?" I asked, remembering how Katie had told me Beth didn't shave her legs, underarms or her pussy.

"Yes," she said as if it was funny question. She glanced up for a moment, really staring at my pussy before going back to work on sketch. "Actually, I stopped shaving this past summer. I don't know why, I just did. You should have seen me when I first moved into the dorms." I had seen her, but I hadn't noticed her intimate hygiene. "I had furry legs, furry underarms and she was completely natural." I giggled because I knew by "she" she meant her pussy. "I had this fantasy that I would go completely bohemian artist as soon as I got to college."

"What happened?"

"I met a guy. He wasn't anyone special, just an easy hook-up." I know what she meant. Most of the girls I knew had found a guy in their first week for their first real college sex. "When we got in bed, let's just say, he didn't share my enthusiasm for the full bohemian artist look." She stared again at my pussy before drawing a bit more. I thought it was interesting how she talked more when her pencil was in motion. "The funny part was that he was shaved, not just his balls, but everywhere down there." She said how strange it felt being the hairy one when he wasn't. "So ever since, I'm gone completely bald from the neck down."

"Zoey is shaved, too," I said, I don't know why. "And she's tanned, everywhere." Beth asked about Lindsey. "Like me, only a bit wider." I volunteered how Sam was groomed, too and Beth volunteered how her lesbian friends were usually furry. I asked if she had a lot of lesbian friends.

"Friends? Yes. Lovers? No. Most of them are full lesbians and they don't trust us bi girls." I remember feeling glad that she included me as a bi-girl instead of assuming I was a lesbian. She was quiet as she compared real life to her drawing for a moment. "I haven't been with a girl since I started college. I always thought my roommate and I would . . . Well, have an arrangement like I guess you and Lindsey do." She shrugged and decided she was done with her drawing. She handed me her sketchbook and I stared at her drawing with wide eyes. Even though it was me, it was a part I had never seen from her perspective.

"It's beautiful," I said, noticing how the drawing seemed to suggest sex without showing it.

"You're beautiful," she said as she got up from the bed and moved back to the chair. She re-sharpened her pencil and checked the points on a couple others. She held out her hand and I returned her sketchbook. She flipped the page and smiled at me. "Ready to show me how beautiful you can be?"

I swallowed hard and wondered if everything up until now had been a seduction of sorts. I thought about the drawings she had shown me last night, they were explicit and left no doubt about what the girl in the drawing was doing and now it was my turn to be one of those girls. "How do you want me to be?" I asked. I felt both nervous and excited.

"You can stay like that if want," she said, tilting her head to one side as if it gave her a different perspective. "Maybe you can play with yourself, too?" I nodded and experimented with slipping a finger over my pussy. It wasn't very different than what I had just done. I didn't rub my pussy or stick a finger inside of it, I just touched the shaved part almost as if I was checking to see if I needed to shave again. Across from me, Beth was already drawing. "Maybe you can touch your breasts, too?" she suggested. I nodded and crossed my arm across my chest so I could play with my favorite nipple.

"Is this okay?" I asked, afraid I might be blocking her view or doing something wrong.

"If it feels good to you, it's fine for me," she said with an easy smile as her pencil kept moving across the page I couldn't see. "Maybe you can straighten out that leg and bend the other one?" I bent the leg farthest away from her and straightened out the one closest to her. "Yeah, that's good and don't be afraid to go for it." I wasn't sure what she meant by that but I slid my finger from being on top of my pussy and touched between my lips. I felt warm and moist and knew it wouldn't take much for that to change into hot and wet. "Mm, that's good," Beth said. "Is that how you usually do it?"

"I usually use two fingers," I said without doing it.

"Show me," she said, holding her pad with both hands as she watched.

"Sort of like this," I said, feeling my face heating up as I blushed while pressing two fingers over my clit and rubbing in the small circle that always felt best. As if I was on auto-pilot, I squeezed my nipple a bit harder and that felt good.

"Can you keep doing that?" she asked in a soft, gentle and encouraging voice. "That looks really good." I nodded and kept going as she began drawing again. Her drawing hand looked as if she was making large, sweeping motions and I wished I could see over her shoulder as she drew because I was curious about the process. Was she drawing the stick figure me? Maybe she was adding the balloon shapes around the stick figure? "I want you to feel free to get really excited," she said as she drew. "It's okay to let yourself go because that's what I want to capture. I think a woman looks beautiful when she's excited, don't you?"

I think I mumbled a yes to her though I can't be sure because Beth kept talking while she drew like she did before only this time her constant conversation was about how pretty I looked. If I didn't say, "yes" to that question, I surely said, "yes" to some of her other little questions because there so many of them and "yes" was the best answer to all of her questions.

"Doesn't it feel good to get excited?" she asked as she drew. "I love touching myself. I do it every night before I go sleep and I've done it like that for years. I don't care if I had sex that day or not because when I lay down to go to sleep it an orgasm just feels like the perfect way to end a day." She laughed a bit. "It's a good way to start a day, too and that's what I like to do if I'm with a lover, I like to wake him or her up with an orgasm and I'm always hoping they are going to do the same thing to me because I don't think we can ever have enough orgasm, you know?"

"Right," I sighed because saying "yes" to all of her little questions felt repetitive. I kept rubbing my clit in a slow, tight circle as she talked and drew. I went slowly because I wasn't sure if I was supposed to have an orgasm or not so instead of having an orgasm I was working myself up into a more and more excited state. I was so wet that if I started moving my fingers any faster I would make that wet, juicy sort of sound of really being excited because that's how I felt.

Beth kept her dialog personal and she was both intimate and funny at times with her questions and statements. "I love how I can have more than one orgasm at a time, are you like that?" I said I was and she smiled. "It's how I know the goddess is a woman and how I know she loves us best because she gave us the ability to be multi-orgasmic. Have you ever had multiples?" It was one of the few "no" answers she solicited from me. "Damn, I might need to have a conversation with Lindsey or whoever because they don't know what they're doing if they don't know how to do that to you." She kept drawing and I wondered if she knew how much she was torturing me. I was so excited and in so much need and yet I couldn't be sure I was allowed to have an orgasm and I didn't want to ruin her drawing by changing position.

"Is it okay if I move my hand a little differently?" I asked.

"You do whatever feels best for you because your most important right now."

I don't usually finger my pussy when I'm masturbating. Usually I'm all about my clit and nothing more. Sometimes, if I'm having a day when I'm really into getting off as many times as I can, I'll mix it up and finger myself or find something to put inside of me, but otherwise I just rub my clit and that's enough to get me off. Except I was getting too excited and if I kept rubbing my clit I was going to have to have an orgasm so I moved my hand farther down and eased my two wet fingers inside of "her" and that felt really good, too. I squirmed and fingered myself deeper before catching myself. "Sorry," I mumbled, again afraid I was ruining her drawing.

"You're close, aren't you?" Beth said with a whimsical smile. "You're allowed to get off if you want. Is that what you want to do?" I nodded, unable to bring myself to saying anything. "Do it, Katie. Come for me. Come for yourself. Get yourself off, sweetie. I want to see it. I want to see you happy."

I don't know how many different ways Beth gave me permission to do what I wanted most to do, but it helped. I felt safe and welcomed to do what my body craved. I clutched again at my clit, pressed harder against it and gave myself those last few, finishing caresses I needed the most. I felt like how Lindsey sounded as my orgasm overtook me and I tried to stop myself from crying out as if I was Sam. I didn't quite repeat Lindsey's chants of "Oh! Oh! Oh!" but I think I did my own version of that as I bit my lips, shivered, shook and rode my two fingers to a deep orgasm.

"That was so hot," Beth cooed. "The goddess would be proud of that orgasm." I had to giggle when she referred to "the goddess" because it was as funny as when she told me God must be a woman. "Didn't that feel good?" she said, still drawing. "I like that you can have an orgasm and laugh afterwards because it's always about being happy and being happy is never bad." She worked a bit longer on her sketch before asking if I wanted to see it. "It's not done, but it's done enough for me to finish later."

She turned her pad around and I gasped when I looked at it. There was no mistaking that it was me or what I was doing in the drawing. I was masturbating as plain as if she had taken a photograph of me doing it. I saw the expression on my face and realized she had somehow captured the peaceful joy of a woman pleasuring herself. "I love it," I said, embarrassed and thrilled at the same time with the intimacy she had captured.

"It's still rough," she said using the tip of her pencil to point out flaws she could see. "I have a lot of shading to do and I'm not happy with this section through here, but I can clean that up as I go along. I thought you looked hotter when you had your fingers inside so I'm going to change that part. But do you really like it?"

"I love it," I said and I don't know how I could have been more sincere. Beth's face lit up with my praise.

"You're hot as fuck when you're doing that. Thank you," she said. I asked if we done because I didn't want us to be. Posing for Beth was exciting and if she wanted to keep drawing, I was willing to keep posing. "Maybe we can do something different this time?" she asked, trading her pencil for a new, sharp one. I saw had she was glancing at Kong. She picked him up. "Maybe with this or would that be too much?" I started to ask if my face had to be in the drawing and realized that wasn't my call to make. She was the artist and I was just the model.

"If you want," I said as an excited thrill slid through me. Was I really willing to do this? I already knew the answer to that question before the question ever occurred to me but asking it still sent a shiver through me in the best ways possible. I knew I would do it and if I'm being honest I would have to admit that I think part of me wanted to do it for her. "Should I just lay here with it?" I asked, putting Kong between my legs but not inside of me yet.

"You know what would look really hot?" Beth asked. "How about if you put him on the bed and sort of straddle him as if you're riding him." It took a second for me to catch up with her vision and when I did, I knelt on my bed, facing her and propped Kong up in front of me.

"Like this?" I asked. Kong was so long he nearly reached my belly button those I guess it also depended on how far apart I had my knees.

"Fuck he's big," Beth giggled and there was something very sexy and naughty about that sound. "But yeah, like that, only with him inside of you. Is that okay?" I gave her a nod and positioned Kong between my legs. I eased down on top of him, realized his balls were between my legs and I spun him around. "Does that feel good?" Beth asked and I wasn't sure if she was asking from a sexual point of view or from a comfortable pose point of view. Fortunately either question deserved the same answer.

"Yes," I said though my answer came out as more of a hoarse whisper as my body welcomed Kong's presence inside my pussy. "What else should I do?"

"Whatever feels best," she said. She had flipped the page of her big sketchpad and was already working her pencil across it. "I'm serious, enjoy yourself, because that's what I like to see."

"Uh-huh," I said, giggling a bit. "I bet you do." Beth giggled again and it looked as if she blushed a bit. Was this getting to her?

"Stop or you'll get me excited too," she said with a smile as she squirmed in her chair and confirmed my suspicions. I was glad she was getting excited but worried it might affect her art.

"Do you draw better or worse when you're excited?"

"Better," she said, still working. "You don't want to know what I do while I'm finishing my drawings." I assured her I most certainly did want to know. The faint blush I detected earlier grew a bit deeper and she squirmed again. Was that from excitement or nerves? I didn't know. She drew stared at my body for a long moment and didn't start talking again until her pencil began working on the paper. "I think it helps if I get really excited when I'm finishing my drawings, you know, because of the subject matter. I think it helps if I'm feeling the same way my models did while posing."

"Is it okay if I move?" I asked. Kneeling with Kong inside my pussy was hot but it felt funny, too.

"All you want," she said. I experimented with moving up and down a few times and that felt better but it was difficult to do from a kneeling position. "That's hot," she said.

"Yeah, but it's hard to do. Hold a sec, okay?" I leaned forward, rested my hand on the bed and was able to move up and down as if I was going cowgirl style on a boyfriend. That felt really good.

"Keep doing that!" Beth said, quickly flipping her page and making fast strokes with her pencil. "That's really hot. Can you maybe look up while you do that?"

"Like this?" I asked, unsure of what she could see or how it looked.

"Yeah, that's really good. Does it feel good?"

"Yes," I sighed because it did feel good. Kong was a heavy dildo and when I moved my hips up, he would stick inside my pussy for just a moment before gravity would pull him back to the mattress. If my muscles contracted, I would have to wait longer before he slipped out and I could squat down on him again. I did that a few more times before it got annoying. Kong felt good inside my pussy and I wanted to ride him. I put a hand in front of me, holding him on the bed as I fucked.

"Can you do that from behind?" Beth asked. I nodded, unsure if I could or not. I wrapped my hand behind me and held Kong down as I fucked him. It occurred to me how Beth could see everything that was happening while she drew. "Keep doing that," she insisted, squirming whenever she stared at me and holding herself still whenever she was drawing. "So hot," she said and I wasn't sure if she was talking to me, herself or her drawing. "Fuck I love that toy and you look so good. I love those titties of yours." Beth stopped and looked up at me with a shocked looked on her face. "I'm so sorry! I'm getting carried away, aren't I?"

"I like it," I said, smiling and caressing my chest. "Tell me again about my titties." I couldn't help giggling because I don't believe I had ever used that word before that moment. Tits? Boobs? Breasts? Of course, but "titties?" I think not, LOL. Still, it was fun and in keeping with the moment. "Keep talking dirty and you'll make me climax." I wasn't sure if I said that as a threat or a promise.

"I can get really dirty," she said, working on the drawing as she spoke and I remember thinking that when she was looking at her drawing she was sort of hiding behind it, too. Maybe that was why it was easier for her to talk, too? "That's what I do when I'm finished my drawings. I talk to them and I have a whole inner dialog that goes on between the drawing and me. It can get pretty rough." She looked up at me for a moment and I had three words for her.

"Go for it."

She went back to work before asking, "Is it okay if I call you a nasty bitch?" I said it was. She canted her head to one side as she stared at her drawing and worked. "A nasty, dirty, slutty bitch." I moaned, doing what I could to encourage her without interrupting. "A nasty slut who looks so sexy with that big, fat toy inside her pussy. You like that, don't you? You like that big toy deep inside your hot little pussy, don't you bitch?" She glanced over her sketchpad and kept going with both her drawing and her narrative. "Fucking fat fuck toys like a little slutty bitch. Pulling on those long fat nipples of yours . . ." She stopped talking while she stared at me again. "Am I going too far?" she asked, tilting her head right and left as she studied me.

"No," I gasped, still moving up and down on the fat toy inside my pussy. "It's hot. It's really hot. Please don't stop."

When she went back to work on her drawing her dialog resumed, too. "Fucking that hot pussy of yours like a little slut. Just another horny little bitch in so much need, needing that cock, needed that cock deep inside her pussy like all little sluts." She was driving me crazy and I wondered if she was talking to me or the drawing. The harder she worked, the less she glanced up at me and more she talked to her drawing. It became clear she was talking to herself or her drawing and not me but that didn't make the impact of her words any less exciting for me. "So fucking pretty with your curly hair and little nose and these tiny little titties that look so fucking good. I want to nibble on your nipples. I want to suck on them and feel them between my lips and bat them back and forth with my tongue. You'd like that, little Katie, wouldn't you? Do you think I can suck on your tittes better than Zoey? I bet I can. I can make it so you don't need that big dick anymore, but we'll still play with it. Oh yes, girlfriend, we'll play with that big, fat toy you love riding, won't we? We'll fuck it and suck it together, won't we? And then I'm going to kiss that pretty pussy of yours. I'm going to eat that pussy so good . . ."