He paints her hips and thighs first

Viki, ever the enabler, had cleared off the kitchen table and laid out the old neon body paints from the back of the closet. She dragged a chair into the center of the room and patted the seat.

"Up you go, Michelangelo," Viki grinned at Robin, handing him a wide, flat brush and a pot of electric blue paint. "Your canvas awaits."

Sophie hesitated, her hands trembling as she climbed onto the chair. "Are we really doing this? It's just... paint."

"It's clothes, Soph," Robin said, though he looked like he was about to vibrate out of his own skin. He stared at the pot of paint, then at Sophie, then back at the paint. "If this works, we can maybe live a bit more normal. You can leave the apartment... with help. Just... stand on the chair."

Sophie took a deep breath and stepped up. She felt ridiculous, standing three feet off the ground, stark naked to their eyes, holding onto the back of the chair for support.

"Okay," Viki directed, assuming the role of an intense art critic. "We need to start with the base layer. Shorts, obviously. Sophie, spread your legs."Sophie squeaked. "What? Why?"

"For access, silly!" Viki rolled her eyes. "Robin needs to paint the inside of your thighs, or you'll just look like you're wearing chaps. Wider!"

Humiliated, Sophie shifted her feet apart on the chair seat. She felt incredibly exposed, the cool air of the kitchen drifting between her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Good. Hold that pose. Lovely full shave by the way. Its almost like you were ready for us! Dont move." Viki commanded. "Robin, get in there."

Robin stepped up beside the chair. It was the best and worst angle imaginable. He was eye-level with her hips. He could see everything—the soft curve of her mound, the delicate pink folds of her labia, the way her thigh muscles twitched with tension.

"Just... paint," he whispered to himself. He dipped the sponge into the water, then the blue paint, and hesitantly reached out.

"Start high, on the waist," Viki coached. "Work your way down."Robin pressed the sponge to her hip. The sensation was cool and wet against her skin. Sophie gasped, her grip on the chair tightening.

"It's cold!" she shivered.

"It'll warm up," Robin murmured, his focus entirely on the drag of the sponge across her skin. He worked his way over her hip bone, down the curve of her buttock, and then around to the front.

He paused as he reached the top of her thigh. "I... I have to go... lower."

"Do it," Sophie breathed, terrified but **** for coverage.

Robin moved the sponge down her inner thigh. He was so close he could smell her—the scent of soap and something else, something sweet and musky that made his head spin. He painted the inside of her thigh, his hand brushing against the other leg as he tried to reach the awkward angles."Careful near the... goods," Viki warned, leaning in close. "Don't glob it on."

Robin swallowed hard and moved the sponge inward. He had to paint the area where her thigh met her groin. He tried to be clinical, to just apply the color, but the sponge was soft and her skin was softer.

"Okay, now the tricky part," Viki said. "The... crotch area. You need to make sure the paint covers the lips, Soph. Or it'll look like you're wearing transparent shorts."

Robin looked up. Sophie was staring at the ceiling, her face burning red. She nodded slightly.

Robin dipped a smaller, finer brush into the blue paint. His hand was shaking. He leaned in and brought the brush to her mound.

"Oh god," Sophie whimpered as the wet bristles tickled her sensitive skin.

"Just breathe," Robin said his voice strained. He carefully painted over her pubic hair, movingdownward. He had to paint the outer labia, covering the skin in blue.

But as he brushed over the delicate folds, the moisture there reacted with the water-based paint. The color didn't stick; it turned into a runny, diluted mess, sliding right off her skin.

"Damn it," Robin muttered, watching the blue paint drip down her leg. "It's... it's too wet. The paint isn't taking."

"Of course it's not taking!" Viki scolded, though she was grinning. "Sophie is lubricated. It's physiological. You can't paint over a wet surface."

"Viki!" Sophie shrieked, snapping her head down to stare at her roommate. "I am not—!"

"You are," Viki cut her off, reaching for the roll of paper towels on the counter. "Damn virgins. Not a thing inside you and youre already dripping like a faucet. Here. Robin, dry her off."

"What?" Robin froze, brush hovering in mid-air."Dry. Her. Off," Viki enunciated, tearing off a sheet of paper towel. "Pat the area. You can't get a good seal if she's... aroused. It's basic chemistry."

Sophie made a sound like a dying kettle. "Robin, please..."

"I have to, Soph," Robin apologized, taking the paper towel with trembling fingers. "For... for the opacity."

He reached up with the rough paper towel. He placed it gently over her sex. He felt the heat radiating against his hand. He patted her dry, the paper towel soaking up the unwanted moisture. It was the most intimate, invasive thing he had ever done, and they were both shaking.

"Okay," Sophie squeaked, tears of embarrassment welling in her eyes. "Okay. I'm dry. Please just paint."

Robin went back in with the brush. This time, the paint adhered. He carefully painted her outer lips, then the inner ones, turning her most private area into a bright blue camouflage. He worked with agonizing slowness, terrified of missing a spot."Check the crevices," Viki instructed, watching Robin's face turn purple. "Make sure you get right up in there."

Robin did as he was told, his fingers brushing her soft folds as he maneuvered the brush. Sophie let out a high-pitched moan, her hips jerking involuntarily. He appreciated it when viki helped position and hold Sofie still for better access to her crack. He made sure to make it as quick as possible while she was bent over, thoroughly painting her asshole, taint, and lips from behind. She squirmed in the most unladylike ways, forcing him to get more hands on, steadying his brush.

"Stay still!" Robin gasped, his hand slipping. His thumb pressed against her clit.

"AHH!" Sophie cried out, her legs buckling.

"Whoa there!" Robin grabbed her hips to steady her, his face now inches away from her painted groin. "I almost fell in!"

"Deep breaths, Soph," Viki laughed, handing Robin a fresh brush. "You're doing great. He's almost done with the shorts. Then we can move to the top."Robin finished the layer, adding a second coat to ensure total coverage. He sat back on his heels, admiring his work. Sophie's lower half was now a vibrant, solid blue. It looked like she was wearing tight, blue bike shorts.

To Robin, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He had literally hand-crafted clothing onto her naked body.

"Is it... is it covered?" Sophie asked, afraid to look down.

Robin looked up at her, his eyes wide with wonder. "It's working, Soph. I see blue shorts. You're... you're covered."

A look of pure relief washed over Sophie's face. She slumped slightly, releasing her **** grip on the chair. "Oh thank god."

"Don't relax yet," Viki said, opening a pot of neon yellow. "We still have the top to do. And Soph, you're going to need to keep those legs spread while this dries, or you'll smudge the crotch. We wouldn't want that."Sophie groaned but obeyed, catefully stepping off the chair and holding the humiliating pose while Robin prepared the yellow paint, his eyes darting between her blue-painted crotch and her pale, exposed breasts. He was about to paint her torso but paused. Somehow, painting her shorts felt like it had just broken every barrier between them. If she let him continue, there was no going back now.