Nah, that isn't why we are here.

Natalie couldn't believe she had actually agreed to this. A week had passed since she practiced nude modeling with Mia and now the two of them were actually on their way to the art club Fyre had mentioned. Natalie had begged Mia to figure out where it was, since the last thing she wanted to do was ask the hippie for help. Her asian friend of course happily obliged, hiding an ulterior motive. During the past week Mia had routinely masturbated to the painting of Natalie. Each time she reinforced the idea of worshipping her friends breasts a little more and at this point it was too late for her to stop on her own. It simply felt too good to goon to the idea of her friends perfect orbs. Getting another chance at seeing Natalies naked breasts had her positively running up the walls. It took all of her composure to act normal around the thought. Especially the idea of Natalie being naked in front of everyone else painting her at the art studio. She simply couldn't deny that the idea of her friend being copied by others, especially some actual professionals when it came to art, was inherently exhilarating. Multiple copies of her beauty, and of course her breasts.

Mia had found out that the art club forces people to throw away the paintings after the session, obviously as a sign of respect towards the subject, unless stated otherwise by them. And Mia felt fairly certain that Natalie wouldn't want any copies of her likeness laying around, especially considering how Nat ordered the asian to destroy the initial copy. Luckily Mia had even staked out the arts club the day before, carefully checking exactly where they might destroy the discarded paintings. Unfortunately she was almost found out and had to back out, but she had a pretty good idea of where the used paintings were shredded. And so her master plan was in order, get a bunch of professional artists to draw Natalie, sneak in and steal the discarded paintings before they are shredded, spend the rest of eternity jilling to the likeness of her friend.

That last part worried her slightly, it really was odd how she didn't seem to care much for her other hobbies. Outside of attending her classes and doing her chores she had spent most of her time awake masturbating. The odd part was that she never seemed to get tired of it either. Her body felt insatiable, and despite everything, was not easily tired either. In the past she has had periods of heightened libido, like most people get in their teens, so Mia knew what it was like to rub one out one too many times in a short time span. She was not a stranger to soreness. But she had simply not gotten sore. In fact she felt reinvigorated every time she came, as if her veyr body was regenerating itself. It was odd, and should worry her along with everything else, if it simply wasn't so fucking good to decend into this obsession for Natalies breasts.

- Hey Mia. You're being awfully quiet. Everything alright? Almost feels like you're more nervous than me...
Natalie exclaimed, staring right at Mia as they rode the regional bus towards their stop.

- Sorry. I'm a little stressed is all. Not a lot of time in my days right now, with the classes and everything...
That was a lie. She barely attended everything or sent in assignments on time thanks to her newfound obsession.

- Well we don't have to do this if you'd rather stud-....

- No! Ehem...I mean....No. Its fine. I will manage. I'm all in on my bestie by now anyways. Anything to help you grow!
- You say that as if you're my mother...

- Sorry. Didn't mean it like that.

Natalie tilted her head. Mia rarely said sorry to her. Usually her friend would joke or laugh at being called out like that. Weird. Maybe Mia was feeling a bit ill. Natalie had heard that stress can often make people catch a bug. That must be it. Honestly there might even be something going around anyways. Natalie had been feeling off all week. Not bad or sick...but strange. The soreness in her breasts seemed to never go away in the mornings and she swears that those new bras she bought are feeling a bit too tight. Finally she couldn't deny that the thought of being naked in front of a bunch of strangers...excited her. She was scared shitless, yet some part of her couldn't help but fantasize about what is about to happen. Fantasies about being admired, loved, adored. Its as if part of her is starting to get why other women like attention. It does feel good to be desired.

As Natalies train of thought came to a halt she gazed upon Mia who was staring with empty eyes straight ahead. It looked as if her friend had her gazed locked squarely at her centre mass. Staring at her boobs even. Natalie was sure that Mia was simply phased out from being overworked, but the thought of her friend staring at her breasts as they bobbed up and down on the bumpy bus ride...it felt safe. Nice. She could get used to this.

- NEXT STOP. BRIGHTCOVE BOULEVARD!

The loud shouting of the driver woke both of the women from their respective trances. The two of them got off the bus without saying another word, taking a short walk down a couple blocks to enter the club in question.