Intermission - The Drawing

The way Zoey and you are texting ever since last sunday has changed a little bit. There's still a lot of casual stuff and flirting, but the conversation has gained a more personal touch. She has opened up a little and so have you. It's quite nice to not only open up your legs for her, but also a bit of your heart as well.

Speaking of opening you legs though - damn, this futa has some stories to tell. Like, she has a seriously fascinating sex life. All the things she has done and the places she has done that at. It seems like girls are practically throwing themselves at her but honestly - who can blame them? You weren't the most difficult conquest yourself, if we're being real. After all, she was all but a complete stranger to you when you let her take you home, eat you out, bang you and have you blow her. Looking back, it's almost surprising you didn't do anal as well. Likely better though. At her size, she would've probably made you unable to walk for a day.

Shit, she's really not leaving your mind at all. In fact, you actually have a project due soon, and you've barely started. Instead, you sit in your tiny flat, in front of your tablet, drawing her. One would be tempted to argue you could just use this for your project but for one, the topic is entirely different and for two, this is not the kind of art you should show anyone. Not that it's bad. In fact, it's quite decent. Just, you know, not necessarily safe for work. Or even close to it.

Drawn Zoey is leaning against a brick wall. You gave her her signature cap and a sleeveless leather vest over a white crop top. You've never seen her wear crop tops but fuck it. These abs need to be seen. You haven't done the tattoos on her right arm yet since from the top of your head, you're not entirely sure what they say. You gotta focus on that some time. What you have done though is her lower half. You made her pull the front of her baggy camo pants down, revealing her happy trail and the base of her, frankly, ridiculous eqipment. Did you even draw it big enough? Maybe it's even too big. Nahh.

Drawn Zoey winks at the figurative camera, sticking her tongue out. This whole thing is lewd as fuck. Have you ever seen her pose like this? No. Would you fucking love to? Oh boy.

You're still unsure wether to pronounce the outline of her dick - the part that isn't outright revealed - some more. You've made her pants really baggy, so it wouldn't be all that realistic for a dick bulge to be this prominent. You've always been keen on keeping your drawings as realistic as possible. But you also never drew a straight up fantasy piece before. Fuck it, bulge it is.

You've put way too much time into this. But honestly? This is some of the best shit you think you've ever drawn. Damn, what a good inspiration can do. Shit, this is genuinely hot. You might actually get turned on by your own art right now - which is a strange concept. Are you turning yourself on or is Zoey doing that? Like, it is a depiction of her, but you made it. So technically, that would make you the source of your own arousal, wouldn't it?

Okay, brain, shut the fuck up. Concentrate on the horny, if nothing else. And the horny is strong. Shit, you're getting really turned on. You are not actually going to rub one out to your own drawing, right? Hell, you masturbated to the thought of her every day since Sunday. Sometimes twice. Even putting aside the philosophical weirdness of masturbating to your own artwork, shouldn't you give your coochie a break?

Cut - your hand is in your panties. A girl should be allowed to indulge once in a while. Cross-legged on your desk chair and merely in your underwear, you lean back and start rubbing away. Your thoughts obviously wander to her. How would she react if she saw the picture? Would she find it funny or hot? Both? Would she call you a perv for drawing her like this? Heh, she probably would but without any ill intent. Hell, she would draw you as well if she had the faintest bit of artistic skill. But how would she draw you? What pose would she give you? What clothes would she have you wear? Not a whole lot, surely. Definitely a skirt since she loves those. Maybe she'd have a ripped thong hanging off your leg. She has a nack for destroying your underwear, after all. Maybe she'd have you in a similar position as her, leaning against a wall. Only, you'd have your shirt pulled up to show off your boobs instead. Then again, she claims she has an oral fixation. Perhaps in her drawing, she'd have you suck her cock. On your knees, looking up at her, with a needy, slutty look on your face. She'd have both of your hands on her shaft and your lips around her tip.

Within a minute your thoughts have diverted from the concept of a drawing to a full-on scene. In your mind, both you and her are in front of that brick wall. Just like you drew her, she's leaning against it, only, her pants are fully down. And you're kneeling in front of her, sucking her off. She's got her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you steady, and her hips are thrusting forward, pushing her ridiculous cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. Despite your real life limitations, she's soon burying the entire length into you. Your nose is pressed against her abs and yet, you take it. Fantasy Zoey's sexy voice calls you a good girl and while real life Ronya still cringes about the term, imaginary Ronya is a huge fan. In fact, she's rubbing herself just like you do right now.

In your mind, the muscular futanari keeps fucking your face, pulling her cock out until only the tip is left between your lips and then shoving it back in. Over and over. The pace is quick and rough, and her balls are slapping against your chin. Fuck, you really need to learn to deepthroat her.

For the longest time, you didn't even know you could have fantasies like this. You liked dicks, sure, big dicks even. But you were still mainly into girls. You were thinking about intimate dates and soft, tender sex. Now, you're thinking about a big, fat, ten inch futa cock rammed down your throat. As a matter of fact, you are close to cumming to that very image. And so, you let your imagination run wild. You imagine her filling your mouth with her crazy load, pumping it into you, claiming your mouth. And while you keep imagining her cumming, you do so yourself.

It's a nice orgasm. As nice as it can be, considering the lack of, well, Zoey. Man, she really did mess you up. Before you met her, you were completely satisfied with masturbatory climaxes. Now, they've become almost kinda underwhelming. Hell, Zoey made you cum so hard, she's better at it than you are YOURSELF.

God, Friday can't come soon enough...