She creates sensual art and new sensations.

Targeting me with a devious grin that no male had experienced in almost two centuries, Carla undid my shirt's buttons one by one. My mouth could only manage a low whimper as the luscious blonde slid a fingernail down my smooth hairless chest.

"You are so cute I could just eat you up," Carla cooed as she untucked my shirt before sliding it off my shoulders and dropping it on her multi-colored floor.

I felt a hunger beginning to well up inside me. Unlike every other male on the planet, I had always experienced at least a low level of attraction toward females. Mother had told me it was a side effect to the genetic manipulation she had subjected me to. She also considered this a greater failure than me being the same as the rest of y-chromosome bearers. Trista Hart was an all or nothing type of woman.

I was brought back to reality when Carla's fingers began to undo my belt buckle. "You know the way you are looking at me; I half expect to find your cock stiff." Swiftly she undid my belt, unbuttoned my fly, and dropped my zipper. My trousers fell to the floor and pooled around my ankles. My eyes looked up to the ceiling as I stood there just in my red boxer briefs as this goddess reached up and slid her fingers under my elastic waistband. I could feel the fire from earlier beginning to once again build in my chest. This was no mild attraction I felt but full-blown lust. A nuclear inferno threatened to melt my sternum.

"The moment of truth, eh?" Carla playfully asked as she started to slide down my underpants.

A disappointed sigh escaped her lips. Even though I was feeling things that I had only read about in centuries-old literature, my prick remained as flaccid as any other boy's under the curse of the Shota virus.

"Yes, well follow me," Carla stated as she rose to her feet and began walking over to a ginormous green box. "This is my holostudio. I'm going to project an environment in there and have you strike a pose.

I nodded in agreement. Carla disappeared around the side of the green room and flipped a switch. Suddenly, a small piece of the apartment was now a beach. Water gently lapped at my feet, yet as it receded out to sea, they remained as dry had before the scenery appeared.

"Don't worry though the sand and water feel authentic; they are just construction of light and energy," Carla explained as she positioned my me in the pose she wanted. "Now you need to keep legs placed just so. Otherwise, your cock will be obscured. If I'm going to paint a male, I'm damn sure going to get that part in all its glory."

Intentionally, as she was moving and bending me into the pose she wanted, Carla seemed to spend an excessive amount of time adjusting my legs. Her fingers and hands were more caressing my inner thighs and buttocks than they were guiding them. The tips of Carla's fingers brushed against my shaft and sack several times. Each time they did, I could feel the fire course through my body. Every successive touch caused my limbs to burn with increasing heat. During the last incident, I could have sworn I felt my dick jerk of its own accord, but that had to be my imagination.

Finally, satisfied that she had placed me exactly where she wanted Carla walked away from me, her gorgeous ass seductively swaying as she made her way to her easel. "The first naked man in my room. And such a handsome one. Maybe it is a good thing that dick of yours doesn't work, or the only thing that would be getting painted right now would be the insides of my womb."

I gulped at Carla's lewd comment. I could feel my chest turning into a furnace once again. "Mrs. Robinson, you're are trying to seduce me!"

Carla giggled. "The Graduate. You are full of surprises, Mr. Hart." She began to work her brush upon the canvas. "

I stood still as a statue watching the gorgeous blonde work. The time seemed to fly by as I was captivated by her every graceful move. My face blushed every time Carla would stop to look at me with a meaningful smile.

"That's enough for today. The light outside has faded too much to continue. Come back in a couple of days after I've had a few days to work on the background," Carla stated as she sauntered over to me.

"Of cour..." I started to reply before Carla kissed me hard and passionately. Her tongue danced in my mouth. I felt like I was melting into her. My hands reached down to grasp that luscious ass I had been longing to touch since her apartment door had slid open.

Finally, our mouths parted. A string of saliva still connected our lips. "Oh, wow, I have always wanted to kiss one of you cute boys. And let me tell you Greg I am not disappointed."

"Yeah, Ms. Creed. That was my first time," I replied shyly.

"It's Carla, and it was mine too. As you know, there aren't a lot of men running around, and as far as I know, you are the only one who is interested in women." She told me as she seductively kissed down the length of my abdomen, her lips stopped just short of my shaft. She stared at it for a long moment. It was as if she was trying to will it to spring to life.

Suddenly, a feeling like a punch to the gut took me down to one knee.

"Are you ok?" Carla asked, rising to her feet concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah, I just haven't been feeling good today. Can I use your bathroom?" I stated as I struggled back to my feet and collected my clothes.

"Sure, sure." She replied, not able to hide a mixture of concern and disappointment.

I stumbled into her lavatory and shut and locked the door behind me. It now felt as though someone was trying to twist my intestines out of my body. Tears streamed down my face as doubled over at the sink. Finally, the pain subsided, and I turned on the faucet to wash my face.

"You sure you're feeling alright?" Carla called from through the door.

"Yeah, I'll be just a minute longer," I lied. In awe, I looked down. For the first time in one hundred sixty-nine years, a boy stood sporting a raging hard-on.