7.54 – Bordello V
With Vanetta seated on her lap, the two of them posing for the charcoal drawing coming to life on the notebook, Natalie was given a front-row seat to the creation process. Vanetta's hand moved swiftly, charcoal making bold lines and soft shades as she brought them to life. Natalie watched, genuinely fascinated by the skill on display. The drawing was erotic, inherent to their pose, with Natalie's hands freely exploring Vanetta's body as she worked. The clear outline of her cock sticking up between Vanetta's thighs—cradled in by soft skin, pulsing heat against her stomach—was her favorite part, naturally.
"It's hard to focus with you groping , you know," Vanetta muttered.
"Is it?" She squeezed Vanetta's tits shalessly. "I think you're doing great. You're an even better artist than I expected."
"I'm … average at best."
Natalie snorted. That was patently untrue. And sohow, it sounded like she believed her own words.
"No, really," Natalie murmured, her lips brushing Vanetta's ear as her eyes stayed locked on the movents of her deft, practiced hand. "You're amazing. I don't know how you do it."
"You're just trying to flatter ."
Natalie sighed, her hands running down Vanetta's sides, tracing the curve of her waist. "No, seriously. I'm not saying that to get into your skirt. Have that handled already, don't I?" Her fingers traced idle patterns on Vanetta's skin. "How long have you been drawing?"
Vanetta's eyes never left the paper, but she could see the rising heat on her cheeks through the mirror. "Since I was six. It's just a hobby though. Sothing to pass the ti."
"A hobby you're good at," Natalie insisted, her thumbs sneaking under her bra to circle the undersides of Vanetta's breasts. The girl shivered. "Better than good. I promise. You really should take more confidence in your abilities." She tweaked her nipples, and Vanetta's back arched slightly in surprise, pencil stilling on the page.
"Keep that up, and I'll ss up the drawing," Vanetta warned.
"Oh?" She slipped deeper into the girl's bra, cupping her more firmly. "Will you? What a sha." Vanetta's thighs clenched, unintentionally squeezing Natalie's cock in.
"Do you want to do a good job or not?"
"Fine, fine," Natalie said, slipping her hands out. But she didn't stop feeling the girl up. Just in less compromising ways.
Dropping her chin on Vanetta's shoulder, the two of them settled into a comfortable silence, Vanetta drawing and Natalie watching, her hands gently roaming. Distracting her, but keeping it to gentle touches. The drawing ca to life with every passing minute, the full-page illustration becoming impressively realistic as Vanetta worked from broad strokes into smaller details, swapping a thicker charcoal pencil for a thinner one. Natalie found herself enjoying the mont, the intimacy of the act and their positioning, as much as the sexual tension.
That said, she was definitely aware she had Vanetta's thighs squeezing her cock, and that the other girl's panties were slightly damp with excitent, herself not immune to having a throbbing rod hugged between her legs—and brushing against her pussy.
When Vanetta began sketching their faces, Natalie's ca into focus easily, with a few carefully chosen marks that solidified her features. The pose she'd chosen had Natalie's head positioned as it was now: resting on Vanetta's shoulder, but face slightly turned, drinking in Vanetta directly rather than through the mirror. The look on her face was … softer … than she'd expected. Was that how she'd been looking at Vanetta?
Vanetta worked on her own face next, and her steady hand hesitated. For the first ti, she seed to struggle, frequently looking up for reference. By how she started to shift around on Natalie's lap—which was an enjoyable motion, unintentionally so—she could tell the girl had grown flustered.
"Is drawing yourself awkward?" Natalie asked, guessing at the source of her sudden discomfort. "Seems like it would be."
"A bit," she admitted. "Especially my face."
"At least you have such a good model to work with."
Vanetta snorted, and Natalie narrowed her eyes.
"I'm serious, you know. You are gorgeous."
"Mm."
"Your eyes especially. And your nose."
"My … nose?"
"It's super cute, yeah."
The pencil stilled. "Cute?" she asked warningly.
Natalie smirked. She really didn't like being called that word, which, naturally, only made it—and her—even cuter.
When Natalie wisely didn't press the point, Vanetta huffed and continued her work.
"Seriously, the flattery isn't necessary. I know I'm not that pretty. And that's not even ntioning all the—" she waved at her own face, and it wasn't hard to guess what she ant. The scarring.
Natalie sighed. "I'll keep saying it until you believe : you're gorgeous."
"Enough of that," she mumbled.
They settled back into silence, Vanetta putting the finishing touches. Eventually, she looked up, eting Natalie's eyes in the mirror. "Done," she said. She held the notebook up. "It's—okay, I guess. Not my best work." She poked at Natalie's thigh with the back of her pencil. "Soone kept distracting . And moving around too much."
"That's what you call 'just okay'?" Natalie asked. "It looks like it was done by a professional."
"It's not that good."
Natalie rolled her eyes. When Vanetta offered it to her, she took the notebook and held it up closer, eyes roaming across the charcoal marks. Beyond the artistry on display, she enjoyed the art for the more straightforward reason. A lingerie-clad Vanetta sitting on her lap, Natalie's hands on her breasts, and her cock sticking up between her legs—immortalized, for her to carry around forever.
"I think I'll have it frad in my bedroom," Natalie mused.
Vanetta stiffened on her lap. "You will not," she hissed. "That's not for your girlfriends to ogle, it's for your eyes only."
There were a few reasons Natalie froze—the casual ntion of 'girlfriends' being the biggest.
"Just teasing, of course," Natalie said. And she had been, but Vanetta had reacted more than she'd expected. "You like your privacy, I've picked up that much." A grin tugged onto her lips. "You sure I can't get a second one in the nude, though? Maybe," she said slowly, setting the notebook aside and creeping her hands back underneath Vanetta's bra, "in a more exciting pose?"
"More exciting?" Vanetta quoted, trying to sound annoyed but failing, voice coming out breathy. "Like what?"
"Oh, I've got plenty of ideas. But, before that, I am getting pretty antsy." Her hands fell from Vanetta's breasts to settle onto her waist. She lifted the girl up slightly, then let her drop. Her cock slid pleasurably between Vanetta's soft thighs, and Natalie let out a shuddering breath. "You didn't have a thighjob on the nu," she murmured. "But could I convince you to make an exception?"
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