Slow and Steady.

This wasn't David's first time drawing a lesbian scene. Sometimes the models understood the assignment and went for it readily. One time they'd even actually been lesbians to begin with, a rarity in the modern world that he'd done his best to take full advantage of. He'd gotten a lot of material for future books from that couple: they'd been a surprisingly good lay afterwards as well.

But then there were the girls who were nervous, or inexperienced, or just plain untalented. And judging by... Alara, that was it, and how reticent she'd been to strip, he might have at least one such model on his hands. So best to ease into it with something light.

Mind made up, David walked back into the living room and got to work clearing a patch of carpet. In the process he walked past the two models, who were enthusiastically sizing up each other's naked bodies.

Well. At least one of them was.

"You're so cute!" Mazie had her hands on her cheeks, bouncing in place slightly with a loopy grin on her face, causing the rest of her anatomy to sway pleasingly as well. "How come you never told me?"

Alara, for her part, was looking down in mortification as she held her hands clasped behind her back, leaving bare a small, hairless, and quite flaccid penis. "It's not the kind of thing you bring up in casual conversation, and I was already out when I met you. There was no point."

"Aww, don't be like that! Were you born like this, or..."

"No? I was a guy when I was younger, I guess, but after a while I realized this felt right." Alara weighed her hands up by her side, as if balancing scales. "Parents didn't know how to feel. On the one hand, more women. On the other hand, less men. Guess they decided that what I wanted was most important. They actually got me on Elastix pretty early on, which helped: turns out it's made with some turbo-estrogen compound that gave me tits inside a month. Guess there's a good reason guys don't take it."

Mazie looked ecstatic. "That's adorable! I feel like we're so much closer now." She winked salaciously, elbowing her friend in the side and ending up brushing an elbow against her tit. "Not as close as we're about to be though, right?"

As Alara laughed nervously while looking away, David continued setting up the table. He didn't particularly mind: women like that weren't exactly common, but given the amount of fucking your average man did they all ran into one or two eventually. Mostly he was mildly surprised he hadn't noticed it through her panties earlier, although he supposed he had been busy screwing his neighbor.

It didn't change much. All the scenes he had in mind were still possible regardless of the precise anatomy involved, and he was just taking sketches for a reason. Besides, with what he had planned first it wouldn't actually matter at all.

"Alright ladies, over here." He beckoned with one hand from where he was sitting with his legs out, back against the couch, and they both came over to kneel obediently beside him. The mood had shifted comfortably from a social interaction to a sexual one. What he said went now. "First things first, kissing. Up on your knees so that your backs are straight and you're a little higher than me, but lean forward over my legs so I have a good angle. Follow my instructions, don't move unless I tell you to." He flipped to a new page in his notebook. "Starting... now!"

Alara's head was a mess. She'd been in a kind of trance since coming up to the apartment, stripping off and talking with Mazie without really feeling present. Sure, she'd fluffed the occasional guy and been fucked at college, but that had all been impersonal. She'd been expected to do her job and not bother the guy beyond that. Here, it felt like she was getting graded, and if she messed up then it would be immortalized in the sketches that she noted with some trepidation the guy had already jotted down.

Alara wasn't sure if she was ready to be a model.

Then Mazie grabbed the back of her head and pulled, and she realised she'd never had a choice to begin with.

The guy's voice sounded from somewhere far away. "Alright, first kiss of the book, new couple, no experience. Keep it chaste."

Mazie pressed her lips against Alara, it felt... clinical. Skin touching skin. Both their mouths remained closed. She could feel Mazie breathing out through her nostrils, the airflow tickling at her lips. Alara had closed her eyes because it felt like the right thing to do, but that just left her hyperaware of Mazie's hand threading through her hair. Maybe she should try doing something similar.

Alara raised a hand to try and find the back of Mazie's head, but made the mistake of not taking into account her friend's freakish height, and instead ended up with a grasping hand full of her friend's tit. Alara jerked her hand back as if she'd touched a hot stove, although Mazie's response was only to giggle.

If anything, it was the guy who sounded unhappy. "Keep still, save the groping for the next scene. I've nearly got it."

Maybe a minute more passed in silence before he spoke again. "Alright, good. Next scene, more experienced couple. Getting into it, both are horny to begin with, door has just closed behind them and they're all over each other." The sound of him briefly sketching something on his pad before speaking again. "Tongue."

Mazie needed no further instruction. Alara only managed a small yelp of alarm before Mazie had **** her lips open and extended her tongue, invading Alara's mouth. It felt...

Well. Alara had kissed and been kissed before, but never by a woman. It didn't feel any different to a kiss from a man, really.

That was the issue.

Alara found herself responding to the kiss without really meaning to, lashing her tongue against Mazie, chewing and sucking and groaning as she got into it. They pulled away from each for breath, strands of spit connecting their lips, and Alara opened her eyes to find Mazie looking at her hungrily. She didn't know whether her friend went both ways, and there was no point asking now. It wouldn't change what they both had to do.

A single click of the guy's tongue, and just like that they were back at it, lips sticking together as they invaded each other's mouths. Alara tried to be an equal partner, she really did, but Mazie easily overpowered her and pushed her head back slightly as she explored Alara's mouth with the tip of her tongue. As pathetic as it was, Mazie had always been turned on by kissing more than she liked to admit, and she could feel herself growing hard as they continued to grind against one another, Alara's fists balled up by her sides as Mazie pulled her in closer with the same hand tangled in her hair and she began to find it hard to breathe but didn't want to-

"Stop, that's good. Very good. Keep that energy up."

Mazie pulled away immediately, hands going back to her thighs as she waited patiently, not a strand of hair out of place. She looked practically composed. Alara felt like she'd just run a marathon, and was panting enough to prove it. The kissing had taken its toll on her.

And judging by the way the guy was adjusting himself and undoing his bathrobe, she wasn't the only one.

"Occupational hazard, I'm afraid." The guy didn't bother taking off his briefs, just pulling his cock out over the rim and letting his balls rest against the fabric. It wasn't the largest Alara had ever had to deal with, but it was still many times larger than her own. "I'm not going to be able to focus on drawing if I get too horny, so one of you deal with this while keeping that pose. I don't care which."

Mazie winked at Alara, before turning to the guy with an unreadable smile. "Why choose?"

Getting the message, Alara reached out a hand to the guy at the same moment Mazie did. After some brief fumbling around they both found a good handhold, Alara with her fingers around the base and Mazie with her thumb stroking the tip. They began to squeeze their hands up and down in sync, less out of specific practice with one another and more with a general skill developed over years of group sex, and David groaned happily.

"That's the stuff. Don't know how anyone got through this stuff before they could fuck the models." He adjusted himself such that he could keep drawing, resting his sketchpad on the intersection between their arms. "Anyway, only one major kissing scene left. This is in the middle of the sex-scene, so you're both on the brink of orgasm. Very intense, very affectionate. Imagine a lot of text bubbles in the air around you saying how much you love each other. Starting... now!"

This time, Alara met Mazie in the middle, both of them moving their heads forward and using their free hand to blindly grab at and feel up their partner. Mazie was doing it for her own reasons, Alara was just doing it because she didn't want to bring the energy down. She had to match up with her partner. They mashed their mouths together, heads tilting this way and that with eyes closed blindly. Mazie was moaning into her mouth, and Alara realised that at some point she'd started moaning back.

And the kiss wasn't where the contact ended. Maizie had pushed forward, pressing her body against Alara, covering her own small chest with tits the size of Alara's head and squeezing in her legs on either side with pillowy thighs. This had the unintended effect of pressing Alara's own thighs together until she was nearly crushing her dick, the head and shaft rubbing tenderly against her skin. And all the while they had to keep jerking off the guy, up and down, Alara doing her best to keep a constant pressure and rhythm while Mazie rubbed at his head with her thumb.

It lasted at most a minute or two. But it felt like forever. Alara's mind was a hurricane, electric bursts of thought formed and abandoned in moments. She hadn't been gay when she'd walked into this apartment, at least not knowingly, but this modelling gig was already forcing her to reconsider. The way Mazie was kissing her and pressing up against her, the soft flesh she was practically drowning in and the pressure on her dick even as she had to focus some attention and one hand on pleasuring a man, the confusing overstimulation of it all...

Eventually, after far too long, the guy shuddered and came. His cum was warm on Alara's hand, and his ragged breathing finally turned peaceful. "Damn. That was good. Just about finished the sketch as well. You two can catch your breath for now."

Mazie and Alara backed away from each other, falling back into a seated position on the carpet and looking at each other from a distance as the guy got up and wandered into the kitchen. Alara's head was still swimming, but not enough that she didn't notice Mazie looking at her smugly.

Following her sightline, Alara looked down and found her dick still standing proudly in the air, slick with a sheen of precum she'd dribbled out while not paying attention.

Alara crossed her legs and looked away determinedly, even as her cheeks flushed a brilliant red. She refused to deal with this. Although when she eventually did glance back, she found Mazie looking at her with a face of pure mischief, as if sharing some dirty secret.

Alara looked down, and saw that Mazie had her legs spread to reveal sodden black curls. She'd gotten turned on by the whole thing as well.

Weirdly enough, that made her feel a lot better.

The guy walked back into the room with a metal water bottle in one hand and a new sketchpad in the other. "Alright. Let's keep it moving."