Push things where I want to go

I smile awkwardly. "You know what? I draw in my free time, I'm sure a model would be a pretty good model. Especially when's she's more than pretty." That's a blatant lie, I barely draw stickfigures, but she doesn't need to know it, it's just an excuse to write into my book without looking like an absolute nerd. Besides, maybe I can give myself some actual skills with the book? Now that I think about it, it would be nice to actually be able to make good drawing to illustrate my adventures.

Anyway, her face brightens at my offer. "Really? It would be awesome. Do you want to do it here?"

"Why not. As much as it pains me to ask, could you move backward to take another pose? I want to have a better view of your whole body and I'd rather like that you couldn't look at what I'm drawing until I'm done. It's bad luck, you know."

She let out a delighted chuckle and leans on the bench, resting her head on her forearm and folding her legs between us but moving them sideway so they wouldn't block the view. I hadn't notice yet how thick her thighs are, and I can't help but marvel at her boobs forming two perfectly round mounds. "Draw me like one of your French girls or some shit."

I laugh and swallow my spit at the same time, which makes her chuckle and bring more blush to my face. Trying to focus despite the bulge forming in my pants, I open the book and hope it can work retroactively.

Zanzibar had always been a gifted drawer, especially when it came to beautiful women. The real-life one he would use as models would always become entranced with him. They would thrive to please him and always answer honestly to all his questions.

I close the book and hear her giggle.

"You're already done? That was fast, you didn't even look at me."

I turn to her and almost ****. While I was writing, she had slid her top up to uncover one of her tits up to the nipple. She's leaning sideway in such a way that people walking around wouldn't notice anything unless they came very close, and looks at me with a naughty, conniving and semi-shy smile, biting her lower lip. For the first time since we started talking, she's also blushing, which suggested she wasn't used to such a daring move. Still, I can't believe she would do such a thing when our first encounter had ended up with her running away when had realised she was naked. I guess it's not as embarrassing when she's doing it willingly and on her own terms.

Anyway, I now have a completely red face and a raging hard-on. I manage to remember what she last said and mumble an answer "I... I didn't really started... It's just... I have this sort of ritual before drawing... Well, whatever..." I reopen the book and put the tip of my pen on the sheet.

Instantly, something strange happen. I feel a new confidence in what I do. My hands move as if I didn't need to guide them. I feel a little bit of frustration at my equipment, a ball-point pen not being the best accessory to do my subject justice, but it would do for now. Absentmindingly, I put a hand on her knee and move her legs in the opposite direction from her bust. I feel it will bring a better composition and I make sure the pose isn't too uncomfortable for her. She seems surprised but doesn't protest.

I draw her hand "So, I guess a beautiful girl like you must have a ton of guys after her?" I ask. "It's not too annoying I hope?"

She chuckles. "I usually like the attention, to be honest. Sometimes it can be... unwelcome, depending on my state of mind or the person's attitude."

I suddenly have an idea and stop drawing, turning back to the previous page to take a note. Despite being easygoing and rather unbashful, Emily never dated or had sex with a man, as she felt like she had to wait for the one she was destined to. As Zanzibar was drawing her, she understood she had found him. I turn back to the drawing and ask "Do you often... You know... Let them have their way with you?"

She hesitates, apparently uncomfortable. "I... I'm not sure you will believe me, but as much as I'm often flattered when a man makes a pass at me and have had my fair share of temptation... I only have experience with women, both sexually and romantically."

I raise my eyebrow and trace the inward curve of her waist. "Oh, so... You're a lesbian?" I didn't expect that. Was it a side-effect of my last writing? Maybe it was the case all the time?

"No, not really... Not at all, even." She seems confused by her own statement. "I'm attracted to men. Like, really. I have a lot of very horny and very straight fantasies. But every time one of them approach me, I can't help but feel a... a resilience? in me? I always tell myself 'Not this time.' or, you know, 'He's not the one...' And I feel stupid because I hate all this soulmate bullshit and I would be very happy to fuck tons of guys or to have a lasting relationship with a person I love whatever their gender, but..." She moves her hand to express her powerlessness. "I don't know, it's... stronger than me. Do you think I'm an idiot?"

I grin and draw the shape of her thick thighs. "I think you're a smart and beautiful woman. You're confident with your body and fun to be around. You have contradictions in your character, so what? That's what makes people interesting. If you don't feel like you would cling with a person in a way that satisfy you, there's no reason to **** yourself."

"Really?" she asks sheepishly. My approval seems to mean a lot to her despite the fact that we just met.

I chuckle and finish her ankles. That's a touth part. "Yes, really. Now if you could give me the same lovely smile as earlier when you bit your lip, it would be perfect. You're even more stunning with this expression.

She slightly blushes again and do as I said, still looking right into my eyes. I imortalize her beautiful lips on paper and ask "Hey, what if next time I draw you naked?"

Her eyes widen, but she replies without a hint of hesitation "I would probably post it on my Instagram, if you agreed."

I finish with her so tempting chest and the insolent nipple and show her the final result. "You will have to convince me."