15 comments/ 84611 views/ 24 favorites An Artist & Her Passion By: Pelios (Author's note: I have already published this story on another site, but it needed a few minor tweaks and improvements, so I did that, and now I am happy to present it here. Please enjoy!) Donna hurried home after her last midterm. She was a junior at the University of Houston, and after her midterms grades were posted, she was in a mood to celebrate for a change, and it was Friday night, so no class tomorrow! Normally, she was a study maniac, so serious that her roommate Julia would often kid her about it. Once she walked in the door, she was, as usual grateful for the size of the comfy two-bedroom apartment. Instead of rushing to her inner sanctum as she so often did, she tossed her books on the table by the door and called hello. Julia was already home watching television, her feet propped on the coffee table. Whereas Donna was an art major, Julia was a business major, and they were as different as night and day. Julia was outgoing and social, and Donna was quiet and little on the shy side. Julia was in school to get a degree, get out and make a living, and beyond that, she could care less about business. Donna on the other hand was passionate about art, had taken every course on the subject she could and studied it even when she wasn't studying for school. They really looked different too, Donna thought as she enviously appraised her roommate. Julia who had gorgeous red hair and pale, creamy skin, was tall and so rounded with curves that she would have looked fat if there had been an ounce of fat on her. She was almost an exaggeration of a woman, reminding her so much of Frank Frazetta's females and those of Boris Vallejo. They were both artists that consistently featured fantasy art portrayed by muscular men and women and though the women were lushly curved, and usually huge breasted, but they always had great muscles too, particularly calf, thigh and tummy muscles. Describing redheaded Julia as a Frazetta girl would be perfectly accurate except Julia didn't have huge breasts, but with all her time on the tennis courts, all the muscles were sure there. Oh, she was amply endowed enough with two lovely breasts that weren't exactly small, but they certainly wouldn't be considered huge. Donna was more of an average height for a girl, a long-haired brunette and bordering on having large breasts, but instead of Julia's wide hips, her own were narrower, more boyish in the butt department. Her legs and thighs had always been slender when she was a child, but years of traveling everywhere on campus on roller skates had muscled up her calves and thighs considerably. She was no Frazetta girl, but she turned heads wherever she went, unless she was with Julia, of course, then she might as well be invisible. Donna had sketched herself in pencil, watercolors and oils often, since getting people to model for you without paying them was difficult. She had many sketches of guys, since men will do anything for a girl, but she had much fewer female subjects to work with. She had pestered Julia often about it, but Julia was firm in the belief that she looked like a fat cow next to the slender-shaped brunette. Donna began to feel almost obsessed with the desire to draw Julia, and she thought about it quite a lot. Donna had even taken her online and showed her Frazetta and Vallejo's women, and although Julia would admit the resemblance in terms of "big butts", she refused to see herself as gorgeous and desirable, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary every time she walked across the quad. Donna figured that the other girl's self image problem must have had its roots in her childhood. Or more likely, the real reason was Julia's Southern Baptist parents that would disown her for posing nude. She had pointed out this theory to Julia one day, and told her what would they say about all the boys she dated, and frequently slept with. Julia had archly replied, they'll never know, and just to be sure, you won't ever see one of those boys go into my bedroom swinging a camera! Donna was pretty, and knew she was, but she knew her artist's eye didn't lie – Julia was drop-dead gorgeous and that was that. If only she could get the redhead to pose for her... And of course it would have to be nude, that was the whole point of drawing Julia to capture that wickedly graceful, athletic musculature and bone structure. Painting or drawing Julia clothed would be like draping a Sears housecoat over the Venus de Milo! "Hello yourself, girlfriend, How'd ya do on scores?" Julia turned her head to look at Donna as she walked over. "Great! My worst grade was an A- in that science course they are making me take, and you?" Julia groaned, "And I was happy with only one C! Well, I'm still happy. I made an A- in one of my business courses, and the C was that stupid Spanish class." Julia stretched, then added, "Made a pitcher of margarita's just waiting for you to get home, and I rented that movie you wanted to see – the thriller one! So we are set for a great night in, unless you want to go out, hit the town, paint sidewalks or something." Donna grinned, "A movie and margaritas sound great, Jules. Just what the doctor ordered! I'll go grab the pitcher and some glasses while you start the movie." As Donna walked toward the kitchen, Julia mocked astonishment, "You mean you are actually going to do something besides sit in your room, making page turning noises? Sometimes I wonder if that is just a tape of page turning, and you're really in there just playing with your toes." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Donna jibed back, veering off to her bedroom, "That is, I'll get the drinks after I change into something more comfy." Julia, thinking that sounded like a good idea, headed to her room to change as well. While the redhead stripped naked then changed into terrycloth shorts and a tee-shirt, she called out, "How about dinner? What do you say to an order out for pizza?" She heard Donna call back that the idea sounded fantastic. A moment later they nearly collided in the hall, and Julia looked Donna over, "Hey great minds think alike!" Sure enough, Donna was dressed in skimpy blue jean cutoffs and a tee-shirt she had bought in Austin. It was obvious from the nipples that the brunette wasn't wearing a bra. That is what comfort is all about, thought Julia, who hadn't worn bra or panties. An hour later, the girls were both half tipsy, full of pizza and halfway through the movie. Unexpectedly, it seemed to Donna, the two main female leads started making out just because they were sharing a bed. She snorted with disgust, "Good grief! There is no plot justification for this, I mean, just because they are in the same bed, they have to make out?" Julia giggled, "Hey, it used to be the obligatory shower scene, at least the new trends are kinkier. Besides, don't you think it is kinda pretty, watching them kiss?" She giggled again, "Better than watching men kiss each other." Donna agreed with a shrug, although now the women were more than kissing, they were feeling each other's breasts and removing clothes. As one woman's neck arched so she could take the other woman's nipple in her mouth, Donna began to feel a little uncomfortable with it for some reason. Hoping it wasn't because she was finding it arousing, she interjected a dig at Julie, "Well, of course you would think it's pretty, you're the sex maniac around here, remember how you carried on when you saw Bruce Willis's dick in that movie, the color of something?" Julia laughed, "Like you're a virgin! Oh Greg, faster, faster, yeah Greg!" She was doing an imitation of Donna and her last boyfriend screwing when they didn't know that Julia had come home. "That was six months ago!" said Donna indignantly, and you date all the time! Isn't your current that Brian guy?" "Sure is, and he fucks great! But hey, I heard you beating off just last week; it was Wednesday night! So what were you fantasizing about, doing it with a Muppet, or was it the old standby with Vincent Van Gogh?" asked Julia with an evil grin. Donna felt herself turn bright red because she did remember doing that a week ago, she certainly didn't think she had been noisy, maybe a low moan or two at the big moment... By now the sex scene was over and the two women were kissing again the next morning while one of them was cooking breakfast. "So have you ever kissed another girl?" She asked, trying to steer the subject away from the masturbation incident. Now Julia shrugged, "Yeah, one night at a slumber party in high school. You?" Donna shook her head, "Nope, never even considered it. I guess I am straight as they come. And it obviously didn't turn you around," she giggled, "You are never without a boyfriend!" "True," agreed Julia, stretching her gorgeous legs and noting Donna looking at them, "But I did enjoy it, so much that I let her do more." "What?" squealed Donna, "Get out! You actually fooled around with another girl? Well, you can't stop there; tell me what happened?" She gulped down the last of her drink and poured them both another. Julia scooted closer and lowered her voice, "We'd been drinking of course, and I don't know, it just felt really good, this girl was kissing me and squeezing me here and there, and I mean, like wow, it felt really, really good. She was a great kisser, and I don't know, it was the same as kissing a guy, only a little different see, but good different. So like when she wanted to kiss my breasts, I let her, and that felt so good that when she put her hand in my panties, I had to let her do that, too. " "Damn Julia! I can't believe you let her do all that! And she put her hand in your panties!" The brunette just shook her head. "Did you come?" Donna was disgusted, but it was so interesting at the same time. "Of course, I came," grinned Julia, "and it was one of the best orgasms I have ever had, too! She asked me if she could eat me out, but I said, no. I have always regretted that, really. She would have probably been super at that as well as everything else. And now and then I have a fantasy about what it would be like. But I did let her kiss my panties a few times." "What an awful story, Julia, and you're probably pulling my leg as usual, trying to gross me out. Telling me disgusting stories just because I'm so gullible! How do you sleep at night?" Donna was mostly kidding, but she did really want to know if it was true for some reason. Julia gave Donna a brief look up and down, "I sleep very well after a hard day of disgusting you, and anyway, if you're so disgusted, how come your nipples are hard? And it is all word for word true, Donna, cross my heart and give me a tattoo of an anchor with Mom under it! Her name was Elaine, and she was pretty, too. Her hair was just like yours. Dark brown and she wore it halfway down her back like you do! Hmm, you are kinda similar really..." Donna ignored the last dig and looked down. God! Her nipples were sure enough hard as rocks and obvious against her tee-shirt. She also noted Julia's were just as hard. In fact, Donna noted with some surprise that even though Julia's breasts were smaller than hers, the redhead's nipples seemed larger than her own. She gulped more margarita and noticed Julia doing the same. Time to steer away from nipples, "Well, didn't she want you to do anything back? You didn't just leave her in the lurch, did you? That would be so typically callous of you!" For some reason, the moment seemed too serious and Donna wanted to keep the banter going. "She wanted me to, sure," said Julia nonchalantly, "but I was kinda intimidated, Jeez, I was only fifteen; so I just kissed her a bunch and felt her breasts while she beat herself off. I kinda regret that now, too. It might have been interesting to have at least returned the hand job. I've also wondered what it would have been like if I had of gone down on her. She sure kissed my panties sweetly!" "Julia!" Donna was trying not to be shocked, but she was, "I can't believe you did all that, much less more!" It was not easy to get the image out of her head, Julia kissing a pretty brunette, feeling the girl's breasts, the girl's hand slipping down inside her panties, her hips wriggling with pleasure... "Actually I did suck on her nipples a little too, just while she was coming." Julia rolled her eyes at Donna, "What I want to know is why you are acting all shocked. I know you were enjoying watching those two women do it in the movie. That's when your nipples first got hard." Donna shrugged, maybe that was true. She wasn't sure and didn't really feel the issue needed to be addressed right now. Julia took Donna's empty margarita glass and set it on the coffee table. Then she put her arm around Donna and said, "Let's kiss and see if you still think it's gross and disgusting. I dare you! And if you don't take the dare, you're a sissy without any nerve – just an all talk Art Major!" Julia put a lot of sneer in the words 'Art Major'. Dares were one of Donna's vulnerable buttons, but she tried to resist it, "What would be the point? And why would I even want to?" Julia came closer, "So you can see if it feels as pretty as it looks, of course," Then Julia just kissed her. It wasn't that fast, but it just didn't occur to Donna to do anything to stop it. The kiss was slow and very soft, much more tender than any kiss she had ever gotten from a guy, not even French, just soft lips molded to hers, feeling warm and tender. At least at first there was no tongue, then Donna felt Julia's hot tongue slip over her lips, and she just automatically let her own lips part a little, then their tongues were touching ever so slightly. Donna began to realize that she was pretty damn tipsy when it occurred to her that she didn't even know how long they had been kissing. But now they were kissing deeply, their arms around each other, and their breasts were pressed together – when had that happened? Donna thought she should end this, but it wasn't unpleasant at all, in fact she was getting pretty turned on, feeling Julia's hard nipples pressing against her breasts, and the woman was a fantastic kisser, so soft and yielding but firm occasionally, and definitely more responsive than any boy she had ever kissed. And her shapely body felt so warm and sexy where it touched hers... When Julia finally broke the kiss, Donna felt really confused. She didn't really want to stop. She felt dizzy, and knew most of it wasn't the alcohol. She became aware that she was breathing heavily, and worse, her cutoffs felt greasy between her legs. God, she must be soaked, and thought she could smell herself a little, if it wasn't Julia, but that she just couldn't bear thinking about that. "Well?" panted Julia. "Um, what?" whispered Donna, noticing for the first time that her right hand was still tangled in Julia's shoulder length red hair – such beautiful hair, really. Julia giggled, "Well, how about it, was it pretty? Did you like kissing another girl, Miss Goody Two Shoes?" Donna smiled, "It was so nice that if you had a penis, I'd be begging you to shove it in me right now, but you don't." Donna concluded sadly. Maybe she should have lied and said it was just a kiss, but she knew the lie wouldn't fool Julia for a minute. "So you think I am a good kisser, even if I don't have a dick?" Julia asked, smiling back. Then she closed for another kiss, and once again, Donna just let her, only this time, she kissed back eagerly, right away. She felt this was pointless, but it felt so wonderful, so dreamy, she just didn't want it to stop yet. And it was more than a tad taboo, and that had some attraction, too. Sometimes Donna just wanted to be dirty, to be a little wicked. Just let it go on a little longer, that's all. This time she felt Julia's hands becoming a little more aggressive, gentle, to be sure, but wandering more. So she let her hands wander too, down Julia's back, over the swell of the redhead's right cheek (nice and firm), down her naked thigh (smooth and also firm). Now she was pushing her tongue in Julia's mouth, licking underneath her tongue where it was so soft and slippery, and Julia's hand was moving between the brunette's thighs, and that oh-so-knowing hand was cupping the crotch of her jeans, squeezing oh so warmly. It felt so good, so right, that Donna just had to let this go on for five or six squeezes, or maybe it was seven or eight or fifteen. Abruptly, Donna broke the kiss and gently pushed Julia's shoulders back a little. "Honey, you are too good a kisser. We have to stop now!" Donna protested, sounding a little too feeble even to her own ears. And apparently Julia thought so, too, the redhead just smiled and cocked one delicate golden-orange eyebrow and continued the rhythmic squeezing of Donna's vulva through her very damp cutoffs. She glanced downward and saw in Julia's terry cloth shorts a very definite camel-toe, and it was probably pretty damp too, although it was hard to tell with terrycloth. She raised her eyes from her roommate's cleft shorts and cleared her throat, and she knew she could feel herself blushing furiously – she was actually thinking about another girl's pussy. Not to mention, Julia was looking at her and still squeezing hers. "Please stop that, Julia, I just can't, not with a girl." Donna heard the words come out of her mouth, and the editor in her mind approved, but her pussy didn't, and right now, it was practically yelling at her. With a sigh, Julia took her hand out of Donna's lap, "What's the problem, Donna? I know you are as turned on as I am. And it's not like you'll get pregnant. And you know damn well, I don't need a dick to make you come." Julia presented all this in soft, reasonable tones. But her hand was still on Donna's thigh, stroking her softly, giving Donna's flesh more gentle squeezes. It was maddeningly distracting, and Donna was also having to deal with what she really wanted: that hand back on her pussy. At least, that's what Donna's pussy wanted, and wanted it pretty badly, too. Donna shook her head and covered Julia's wandering hand with her own. "I've never shot heroin either. I am sure it would feel great, but I know I'll never be an addict if I don't try it even once." She gave Julia her most earnest look, "And Julia, you are my best friend, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. What if I fell in love with you? What if you didn't and didn't want to give up your boy friends, or what if it was the other way around? Then we wouldn't be friends any more, and that would hurt me more than any boy ever could!" Julia laughed, "You really know how to hit below the belt, for a best friend!" "Sorry," mumbled Donna, wondering if she was going to cry, wondering if Julia was going to take her hand off her thigh, wondering if Julia was going to kiss her again, wondering... Maybe if Julia just tried a little harder, she wouldn't be able to resist. Then it wouldn't be her fault, would it? But then Julia was still laughing, "I mean, what a collection of what ifs? What if you went to class and fell off your roller-skates, hit your head on the curb and died? Are you going to stop going to class because you're scared now? Jeez, girl! With my parents, I might have some problems about turning gay, but you? You're an artist! You could have a husband and a wife and no one would be surprised! I'm sure some other artist has done it!" Julia shook her head, "And try this what if – What if you liked it and still liked boys, and so did I, and we were best friends ever after, who even had sex now and then? Maybe even when we're old ladies and our husbands can't get it up anymore! That, at least, is what I would hope and expect!" That had to be the longest speech that Donna had ever heard Julia make. And it made more sense than her refusal, but still, Donna had a real hang up about the whole homosexual thing. She didn't mind it in others, but she could never imagine herself... Although she had several times tonight... In fact, she was still imagining it now... "No, Julia," she said softly, but firmly this time, "I just don't think it would be a good idea." An Artist & Her Passion Julia slowly retracted her hand and bit her lip thinking. "I think I understand what a risk this is for you, sweetie, but I got to be honest, I've always thought you were cute, and you do remind me a bit of Elaine, and right now, I am as horny as I have ever been!" She leaned over and kissed Donna, and once again, Donna felt powerless to stop it, or prevent herself from kissing back. Julia made it a short kiss, then whispered, "But maybe if you would just let me do it for you, not make love together or like that, just let me go down on you, sweetie and let me make you come..." Donna started to shake her head, but before she could speak, Julia gave her another short but very sweet kiss, "Please, baby, I want to make you come so bad, and I want to put my fingers in you, taste you inside yourself," another kiss, this one lingering, but she could still feel a stiffness in Donna's shoulders. "Oh please, Donna, sweetie, please. If you will just let me do this tonight, I will let me sketch me tomorrow, any way you like!" Donna looked stunned, and Julia pressed her advantage with another lingering kiss. Then the redhead paused and just looked wistfully at the brunette. "N-nude?" mumbled Donna, her mind trying to refocus from sex to grapple with this unexpected artistic opportunity. Donna really did have lusts, and possibly her biggest lust of all was drawing Julia in the nude. "Naked as the day I was born and in any position you want me," purred Julia, then the redhead kissed her again, slowly with her tongue darting in and about the inside of Julia's mouth. Donna felt the hand move back up between her thighs and cup her pussy warmly, gently squeezing her cunt in her hot damp jeans. Donna gave an involuntary grunt of pleasure and spread her legs a little wider, simultaneously circling Julia's neck with her arms and kissing the redhead back aggressively. When the redhead finally released her from the kiss, Donna just said, "Ok." It was a tiny voice, but the artist in Donna wouldn't let her pass up this chance. Besides, her pussy was in such enthusiastic agreement! "But," she whispered, "I don't know if I can, I mean, I don't even know how..." "You don't have to do anything," muttered Julia between quick, feverish kisses, "Just let me have my way with you for a few minutes." More kisses, "But come on, sweet baby, I want to eat your pussy now, I want you so bad." One last, lingering kiss, then Julia knelt on the floor in front of Donna and began unbuttoning the brunette's cutoffs. Even though she couldn't quite believe this was happening, Donna raised her butt to help Julia pull her pants off. "Naughty girl," Julia grinned up at Donna, "no panties!" Julia tugged on the brunette's thighs and Donna obliged again by scooting her hips to the edge of the couch even though it made her feel like a whore or something. Donna watched in a mixture of disbelief and wonder as the redhead gently spread Donna's legs and moved forward between them, giving her groin an obviously admiring inspection. "You are so pretty like this," Julia said quietly, giving soft kisses on the brunette's generous thighs, her hands running over the smooth skin of Donna's calves and shins, and her eyes locked on Donna's pubic mound. "And I can't believe how smooth your legs are and how soft your skin is!" For Julia this was the Holy Grail. For years, she had deeply regretted not having done this with Elaine. For years she had wondered what this would be like, and in particular, with Donna. Ever since she had met Donna, she had admired the lovely brunette, and this had always been in the back of her mind – when it wasn't in the front. For a little over two years she had lived with Donna, sought to get peeks of her dressing and bathing, admiring the girl's body and form, and on so many occasions during sex, while she was coming she would imagine that she was going down on Donna. She had often dipped in Donna's laundry basket and breathed deeply the smells of Donna's panties. And now she was here looking at and smelling the real thing. Donna had never trimmed her bush, but the dark brown hair was sparse and downy, her well defined lips when closed revealing only a vertical slit with all the secret goodies tucked safely inside. With trembling fingers, she spread those lips and gazed at the brick-red inner mouth of the brunette's pussy. The wet inner flesh glistened and Julia loved the little hooded clit, the slim and delicate inner petals, the jagged hole of the vagina; she could even see the pale golden-brown pucker of Donna's precious asshole underneath. Donna's woman smell was rich without being overwhelming, and the delight of breathing that aroma actually made Julia's mouth water and chills of delight run down her spine. She had hungered to taste Donna's pussy for so long her own hips gave an involuntary squirm of delight. Slowly, reverently, Julia closed her eyes and began to kiss every part of Donna's pussy, first on the outside, up and down the slit, nuzzling her nose in the fluffy soft pubic hair, giving everything soft, sweet kisses, then inside the girl, more kisses inside the slit and all the way down to give a kiss on that oh so cute little pucker underneath, which made Donna jump a little. It was such a sweet and clean little asshole with no taste or smell at all, but very, very warm. Julia opened her eyes and gazed up to find Donna's warm, brown-eyed gaze locked on her own. So she chose that moment to extend her tongue, a long slow undulating lick over Donna's asshole, causing Donna to give a little gasp, then another long slow lick all the way up the inside of the slit, then a lick back down where Julia tried to insert as much of her tongue and mouth as she could into Donna's vagina which was getting much wetter and slicker with every second. At first Donna had closed her eyes because she planned to imagine that a boy was doing this to her. But when Julia had delayed beginning for so long, she finally peeked down to see the redhead rapt in loving wonder at the brunette's groin. Something about what she sensed as love in the redhead's green eyes warmed her insides in a way she couldn't remember from having sex before. Then when Julia began to kiss her pussy with such obvious tenderness, something in her hips kindled like a fire and she felt herself being swept away in a tide of lust for the beautiful, freckled face kissing down her slit. She had never been this aroused before, and when the redhead's lips first touched her asshole, her loins gave an involuntary lurch, a thrill like a tiny climax. Then when those green eyes had popped open, gazed up into her own, and then she felt that tongue laving over her most secret place, so slow, so wet right on her asshole, she gasped, nearly screamed. No one had ever done that to her before, and it shocked her that it was so wickedly pleasurable. Then the redhead began a slow lick up and down her pussy, and Donna felt almost faint, the pleasure was so intense. And still the unbroken lustful gaze of those green eyes, while Donna's secret parts were being probed by the redhead's hungry tongue. It was if the eyes were asking if she liked this, and she knew her own were answering with yes, yes, yes. Then when Julia stuck her tongue inside Donna's vagina, the brunette slipped her fingers into her friend's lovely red-gold hair and tried to pull Julia's beautiful face even deeper into her pussy. She raised her knees slightly and wiggled her hips, trying to get Julia in as deep as she could, even while the redhead shifted her attack to sucking and licking around Donna's little clit. She felt two then three of Julia's fingers slide into her vagina, thrusting in and out, and oh, yeah, now she was getting fucked! Yes! She groaned, closed her eyes, and wrapped her legs around Julia, pressing her heels into the backs of Julia's shoulders, as if she was trying to pull the whole redhead into her pussy. Her hips were moving now, as if with a life of their own, and she was very definitely, very much, fucking her friend Julia's face, her ankles crossed and locked behind the redhead's back. She was no longer even aware that she was crying out, screaming, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck – Yes!" And like there was a huge undulating ocean of fire inside of her, she was having the longest most intense orgasm of her life, just going on and on. The pleasure was just about as intense and extreme for Julia as she tried to ride the wild bronco of the brunette's climax, trying to keep her mouth locked on that precious pussy, while Donna's hips thrust and thrashed about, the grip of the brunette's vagina so powerful that Julia wasn't sure she could pull her fingers out even if she wanted to, and she didn't. It had to be the longest most violent climax that Julia had ever seen, and she was fiercely proud and aroused by the fact that she had brought this about in the loins of her friend. As Donna slowly settled down with little jerks, twinges and groans, Julia eased off on the sucker mouth she'd locked around the brunette's clit, and slowly eased her fingers out of Donna's vagina. She proceeded to cover the entire insides of Donna's lap with more tender little kisses, especially the tender creases where her legs met her hips. Donna watched the redhead giving her pubic mound more sweet little adoring kisses and had to swallow a couple of times before she could speak, "I think I would like a kiss now, please." She said softly. Julia immediately rose and laid herself down on Donna between her legs and gave her a long loving, and very French kiss. Donna could feel the redhead's warm loins pressed against her own and if felt so good to her that she wrapped her legs around Julia again while they kissed. Donna felt she should have been shocked by the taste and smell of her pussy juices being rubbed on her mouth and face by the redhead's kiss, but it was just like a guy kissing her after going down on her, and maybe even a little sweeter in some way – Julia's pretty face and soft mouth, and no razor burn. "Your pussy tastes delicious," murmured Julia when they both stopped to breathe. She was delighted that Donna's legs were still wrapped around her, hugging her, and she couldn't help rubbing her mound against Julia's. It felt so good despite the terrycloth shorts being between them. Donna giggled then whispered, "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing." She was a bit shocked to hear herself saying that, and she accepted that she really did like the taste of her pussy, especially on Julia's face. And she was also a bit shocked at the way the redhead's hips were grinding against her pussy. Donna was getting aroused again and she was pretty sure she didn't want that to happen. She had already gone too far and needed some time to digest it. Julia whispered back, "Thank you very much!" Julia kissed her once more briefly, and then said hesitantly, "By now, I kind of need to, you know – get off. I think I am hornier than I have ever been! Would you like me to leave the room? I think I can take care of this in about 2 minutes in the bathroom." Julia's last words were practically panted into Donna's mouth with pussy breath, and Donna found herself starting to pant a little too as she tried to answer between the redhead's increasingly feverish kisses and the warm grinds of her hips, "It's getting a little warm in here!" Donna gasped, "Take my shirt off and just do what you need to do right here, right now." Donna figured that by letting her friend look at her breasts it might hurry this up, and she definitely felt that would be for the best. She was worried about losing control. Again maybe? It seemed that Julia could just make her do this stuff or something, and while she resisted the idea, it was impossible to want to resist Julia. Julia obliged by slipping Donna's tee-shirt over her head, leaving the brunette entirely nude and semi-reclined on the couch. Julia put her right hand in her shorts and stared at Donna's generous breasts with her pale golden-brown areolas and erect nipples. She bent over and kissed the nipples and sucked on them one at a time while her hand worked furiously in her shorts. Donna watched the redhead's face flushing furiously as she began to gasp, and then she buried her face in Donna's breasts and began groaning as her hips lurched at least a dozen times. Julia finally collapsed on her roommate, still panting a bit as she spoke, "Whoa, came like an earthquake, and I think I might have peed myself a little bit." "Watching it was really nice. I never watched a girl come before," admitted Donna, a little dismayed to find herself still horny and more turned on than ever by having her nipples sucked. Not to mention watching Julia come, that was actually quite a beautiful and erotic sight – so erotic that watching it had been like having a gang of tiny elves dancing inside her pussy. She wondered if she would have to give up the sketch if she asked Julia to go down on her again. But no, she just couldn't ask that. Her fears about becoming gay began coming back, and mainly they were coming back because she still didn't want to stop this. She shifted her weight a little and was grateful when Julia responded by getting off of her. "Um, I think I better get dressed. I'm feeling pretty naked." Julia arched a delicate red-gold eyebrow, shamelessly staring at the brunette's sexy nudity, "Don't get dressed on my account. I would even prefer it if you always went around like that. You're very pretty to look at, you know!" Donna pulled her tee-shirt back on and reached for her shorts, grinning at her friend, "That's sure sweet of a babe like you to say, but I don't think I could consider it unless you went naked too. I'd be much too self-conscious." But she didn't put her shorts back on yet. Julia wrinkled her nose, "If I was naked, you'd be following me around with a sketch pad all the time. Just what I need, a charcoal of me taking a dump or something. My parents would love seeing that in a museum!" Donna laughed and sat back down, pouring the last of the margarita pitcher into their glasses, "I'm hardly good enough to be in a museum yet, but thanks for the vote of confidence." Still she had left her shorts off, and Julia was smiling at her crotch. Why did she enjoy that so much? And why had she left her shorts off? She sure liked the way Julia was looking at her pussy... "Want me to make another pitcher?" asked Julia, a little too innocently. Donna smiled, "I have to go to bed. I have a sketch to do tomorrow." "Well, I think you are still horny and you want to come again," said Julia, admiring Donna's legs and pubic hair, "You'd probably just lie awake in the dark, because you'd be afraid I'd hear you if you beat off." Julia took a sip of her drink and sat it down, and stood up in front of Julia. "So maybe this will encourage you to stay up with me." She pulled her tee-shirt over her head and cast it aside, then pulled her shorts down to her feet and kicked them away. She put her hands on her hips, "So now you can take that shirt back off." She just stood there, letting Julia look her over. Donna watched in a mixture of disbelief at Julia's stripping and no small amount of wonder at finally getting a really good look at those muscles in her legs and hips moving, her wonderfully wide hips as she straightened in front of her. The light patina of freckles warming her pale skin everywhere but on the bikini marks across her lovely hips, and breasts. And her genitals! They were as beautiful as the rest of the woman. Gentle curving lips clearly visible through the pubic hair, surprisingly small lips, and crowned with bikini trimmed golden-pinkish pubic hair, such a beautiful color, much like her eyebrows but with that hint of pink in the golden, getting slightly more red-gold at the slit, more like her eyebrows. She had never seen such beautifully colored pubic hair, not even in pictures on the Internet. And even though Julia's breasts were slightly smaller than her own, they were proud, jutting and crowned with the prettiest sugar-pink nipples. Her nipples were perfectly round flat-topped pegs surrounded with modest areolas like halos. Her breasts, like her hips were mildly bikini marked with perfectly white flesh. Everywhere else was a pale gold color with that warm patina of tiny freckles. The contrast was not dramatic because Julia spent little time in the sun, mostly just the tennis court, and that was where she usually wore the bikini. The girl was like a goddess. Donna knew she was gaping but couldn't stop even as she gulped down the rest of her margarita. "Um, well, maybe we could stand another pitcher of drinks," she mumbled as she sat her glass down and pulled off her tee-shirt. After all she did say she would stay naked if Julia did, or did she? She wasn't sure. She turned and watched Julia's hips swaying as she walked to the kitchen to refill the pitcher. It was gorgeous the way the cheeks of her bottom rose and fell as she walked, the way her thighs and calves rippled, showing muscle tone. What was she going to do? She knew that after one more margarita, she was going to do anything Julia wanted. She really did know that. And she was starting not to care as much – that was the scary part. Julia came back, refilled the glasses and set down the pitcher. Donna was watching the redhead's body intently as she bent over, one of Donna's hands straying down to rub her pussy unselfconsciously. "Hey, none of that!" smiled Julia when she saw Donna's hand moving between her legs, "That's mine to play with tonight!" Julia handed her a glass and silently toasted her. They each drank their whole drinks in one gulp, and Julia set the glasses back on the coffee table. Julia was still standing directly in front of Donna, letting the brunette enjoy looking at her. She swayed her hips back and forth a few times, enjoying the way Donna's eyes moved with her hips. "I can see you are already plotting a picture." Julia grinned. "Uh, yeah," said Donna, swallowing nervously as Julia sat down beside her, so close their thighs were touching. She had actually been thinking how nice it would be to run her hands over Julia's hips and legs to actually feel those gorgeous curves, but there was no reason that her friend needed to know that. Without preamble, Julia took Donna in her arms and kissed her. Donna, now definitely feeling a little drunk, not only let her, but also kissed her back, eagerly. Julia's hand dropped quickly to Donna's breasts and began to caress them. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to do the same back to the redhead, so Donna moved her hand to Julia's left breast and began cupping it, exploring it with her fingers. It excited her to feel Julia's peg-stiff nipples harden against her palm when touched, and it was certainly exciting when the redhead plucked and gently pinched at the brunette's nipples. The kiss continued, seemingly endless and oh so sweet. So, when Julia's hand smoothed down Donna's belly to run fingers through her pubic hair, it just seemed natural to the brunette to spread her legs a little, and she did. When Julia's fingers began to carry her explorations lower to part the brunette's lower lips. Donna broke the kiss, still keeping her face so close to Julia's that they were panting into each other's open mouths. Without saying anything, Donna ran her hand down Julia's firm tummy to the redhead's pubic hair. She was conscious of Julia spreading her legs wider. Their eyes gazed into each other's as each girl explored the other's pussy. There was something profoundly sexy about looking into each other's eyes while feeling each other's pussy, not hiding the passion behind a kiss. Part of Donna's mind couldn't believe that she had her hand on another girl's pussy, but her fingers explored it as if they had eyes. She slid a finger up Julia's vagina; it was so smooth and wet; she added another finger, and felt the redhead's vagina contracting, squeezing her fingers. An Artist & Her Passion Then Donna whimpered as Julia began to manipulate her clitoris, rubbing in little circles around it, and Donna began to mirror her friend's action. Julia gave a soft moan and kissed Donna again. They continued to kiss and diddle each other's clits with occasional dips into vaginas to renew slippery moisture. Soon both girls were moaning into each other's mouths, until finally, struggling with their breath, the girls parted the kiss and rested their heads on each others shoulders groaning, cheek to cheek as first Donna and then Julia began having an incredible mutual orgasm. It went on and on, each girl moaning and biting and kissing each other's shoulders and necks. Both girls cried out as the orgasm peaked, sweet shrill wordless cries of joy. It was the sweetest most intimate moment of Donna's life, and she knew it was the same for Julia, too. Each girl gradually slowed their hand movements as they began to kiss again. Several long tender lovers' kisses. "Thank you so much," whispered Julia finally, "You didn't have to do that for me. And it was wonderful!" "Shhh," Donna responded, also in a whisper, "It was a we thing, and it just happened." She kissed Julia, a short but soft kiss. "I gotta go to bed." She giggled, "I'm drunk." Julia stood and pulled her friend up and walked her to her bedroom. Donna was walking okay, but the redhead kept her arm around her anyway because it felt good. She tucked Donna in and kissed her on the forehead. As she turned off the light and eased the door shut, she figured Donna was already asleep. That wasn't quite true however, Donna was sniffing the fingers of her right hand, the one that Julia's pussy juice had coated so liberally. The smell fascinated her, it was sweet, a lot less musky than her own, and the longer it dried, the more it smelled like the perfume of some exotic flower. She fell asleep with her right hand still under her nose. The next day when Donna awoke, Julia had already left for tennis practice. Cursing herself for oversleeping, she was halfway through her shower when she remembered the night before. "Oh!" she actually cried out loud, trying to absorb all that had happened. Swirling in a whirlpool of guilt, remorse and self disgust, she finally also remembered how much she had enjoyed it, and the fact that when Julia came back from the tennis courts, she was finally going to get to do a sketch of her. She compromised with herself by reminding herself that all artists prostituted for their craft in one way or another. Why even a job to make ends meet was prostitution of a sort. She frowned at herself in the mirror while drying off. But was it really prostitution for art if she liked it so much? And the scariest question of all, and the most relevant: Did she want to do it again? Warm tingly feelings below the waistline answered that question. She had enjoyed sex with Julia more than she had ever enjoyed sex before. But did that mean she was gay? Maybe when the right guy comes along, she might even like it better! She sighed, she felt like she didn't really know anything about herself. She set her jaw and glared at herself in the mirror, "Just forget all that stuff, it's time to get to work!" She dressed in slacks and a loose blouse, making a point of putting on both bra and panties. She sat up her easel with a blank canvas and set a stool in front of it in the living room. On the coffee table, she laid out her sketchpad, her charcoal and graphite pencils, and a bottle of sesame body oil. Then she sat down on the couch with a muffin and a cup of coffee for breakfast. She was just finishing her last sip of coffee when Julia flounced in, still wearing her bikini and swinging a tennis racket. "Hi sweetie!" said Julia and then winced at the easel and stool. "Is this going to take long?" Donna shrugged, "About 30 minutes a pose, and I want two. And why are you worried about time? It's Saturday, and not quite 9 o'clock in the morning." "Oh, I didn't make any plans," sighed Julia a little regretfully, "I just hate the idea of sitting doing nothing for long periods of time." She suddenly looked surprised, "Hey, the bargain was for one sketch, you know!" She set her tennis racket on the table by the door and went to the couch and sat beside Donna and began removing her athletic shoes. "It is only one sketch, but I am doing a sketch of you doing a nude self portrait, so I have to sketch you once from the rear to show the painter, and once from the front to do the painting that you are working on. See? And you don't have to sit and do nothing, you can talk to me, or you can think." Donna added a syrupy sweet smile. Then she giggled, "Actually you can move around most of the time, just be still when I tell you to – it will only be for short periods of time." Julia began removing her bikini, "Ok, let's get this over with." "Sure, just rub that body oil all over you," said Donna, standing to open the curtains, so that light would shine in from the side. "What's the oil for?" asked Julia, sniffing at the sesame oil. At least it smelled nice. "To exaggerate the light shining on your body. The contrast will help me do this more quickly and give a little more relief to your muscle structure." Julia held out the bottle, "No way. If you want me all slick and shiny, you have to do that work yourself, besides I can't reach my back." Julia returned the sugary smile. Donna sighed, went to the kitchen for a hand towel then came back. She began by oiling Julia's chest and shoulders, trying to ignore the fact that she was touching those lovely breasts again. And of course Julia wasn't helping making soft moaning noises, and her nipples getting all erect. She quickly rubbed down the redhead's arms then looked in dismay at Julia's shoulders. The oil sheen had already mostly disappeared. "Oh no, this isn't working!" then she explained the problem to Julia. "Well, I heard that male strippers sometimes use petroleum jelly, to make their muscles all shiny, and it seems to last quite a while." Offered Julia without explaining how she knew that. "Damn it," sighed Donna, "I don't have any." "Well uh," said the redhead, "as it happens, I do, I'll go get it." She hurried off to her bedroom, totally captivating Donna with her legs and bouncing bottom again. She came back and proudly held out the petroleum jelly to Donna. Donna thanked her and began smearing it on Julia's shoulders, "Oh yes, this is going to work much better." "Yeah, I keep it around in case I decide to let a guy fuck me in the ass," smiled Julia. "Julia, please!" blushed Donna rubbing the gel on the redhead's breasts, "That's too much information!" Julia kept her face straight and even contrived to look concerned, "You mean you wouldn't like to do a painting of me getting it up the rear by some muscular guy?" "No thanks," Donna had to grin as she began working on Julia's belly and hips, "It would be interesting to watch, but posing for oils takes time, and how long could he keep it hard, and how long do you want to have that sausage in your, er, bottom?" "Oh so you like to watch?" Julia was watching Donna rub down her legs from the front, and she would swear the brunette was taking her time about it. "I could give Brian a call to come over tonight, and you could watch us if you like. If you got all turned on, I would tell him to screw you too. I know he'd go for it. He's always said what a fox you were!" "Turn around," said Donna, and she began on Julia's back, making a point not to get the gel in her hair, "and again, no thanks. But did he really say that about me?" "Girl, nearly every boyfriend I have ever had has begged me to let them do a threesome with us two, and they all tell me what a bombshell you are. It's one of the reasons I don't keep them too long – I get a little irritated at not being the constant center of attention, you know." It was rubbing the gel into Julia's bottom and legs from the rear that got to Donna the most. It was impossible for it not to be an erotic experience for her, and she concentrated on ignoring the wetness she felt in her loins. But the girl was such a goddess! She finally got Julia posed and after cleaning off her hands carefully, Donna got to work. She was nearly done with the rear view when Julia suddenly said, "I couldn't help but notice that you really liked it last night, you know, when I licked your ass?" Donna managed to stop herself from making a mistake in her drawing, but she had to swallow before she answered, "Well, I uh, was mostly surprised. But of course it didn't hurt me or anything. Maybe we should steer clear of last night just for the moment." Donna forced herself back into her work. "Sorry, but this gets a bit boring, just sitting here pretending to paint," answered Julia, "And you said I could talk. So just tell the truth, you really liked it a lot, didn't you?" "Yes, all right? Yes," Donna answered a little abruptly, still trying to concentrate on the sketch, and not even realizing she was being a bit more truthful than she would have preferred. "Well, just so you know, I really enjoyed licking your ass, and licking your pussy was one of the all time highlights of my life!" "Julia, please! It will take me all day if you distract me like that!" Her panties had never gotten wet before while drawing, even when doing nudes. Donna felt she was being sacrilegious somehow, even if she couldn't help it. "Ok," Julia stopped but her brief word seemed to have a world of cheerful satisfaction in it. After another hour and forty minutes, with Julia frequently complaining about how it was taking so much longer than Donna had said, the sketch was done. Donna said so, and Julia made a great show of gratitude to God, with quite a few mouthwateringly erotic stretches. Donna could look at her again as a woman now that her artistic concentration was broken, and Julia was incredibly Woman. Julia frowned at the finished sketch, "You really have genius, and this would be fantastic if everyone who ever knew me wouldn't instantly recognize it was me." "Don't be silly," said Donna complacently, "This is better than just good, and you, my dear, are immortalized!" It really was better than good, and Julia did look like one of those fantasy dream girls, only this was practically magically detailed. Donna thought it was the best work she had ever done. If only she could have done it in oils! "Why can't my friends just be into kinky sex," groaned Julia, "and I'm hungry, and you have to get this goop off of me! I'm afraid to even move around. If I bump into something, I'll go bouncing all over the apartment like some kind of nudie pinball. And I bet you've really enjoyed seeing me naked for this long!" Donna commenced a rubdown of her friend with the hand towel, but the truth was; Julia was no longer really greasy, but very pleasantly soft and smooth. "Of course I enjoyed seeing you naked, honey, your body is the real work of art here. And I even want to thank you for posing for me." Then Donna surprised both of them by wrapping her arms around Julia's neck and giving the redhead a long loving kiss. It just seemed to the brunette to be the natural thing to do under the circumstances, and she didn't mind at all when Julia decided to turn it into a French kiss. After the kiss broke, Donna resumed wiping down Julia's legs, and when Julia turned around to her rub down her back, Donna again found it very arousing to rub the towel on the redhead's butt and legs, those long, beautifully curved, lightly freckled legs. Finished, Donna swallowed the temptation to continue touching her friend and promised to buy Julia lunch, but that had to wait until after Julia had taken a long hot shower. After lunch the girls went shopping for shoes and groceries. Julia had said she was taking the whole weekend off from dating, so they should have a leisurely supper. Donna who didn't have a date planned anyway, agreed. Neither found any new shoes they liked, but it was still fun to shop. Back at the apartment, while Donna started the spaghetti sauce, Julia said she had to go return the movie from last night. She came back with two large bottles of wine and a couple of more movies. "Hey," said Donna, "you planning to get me drunk again and fuck me senseless?" She was only half kidding she realized, uncomfortably. "Of course not!" gasped Julia, pulling her way-too-innocent routine. "Oh well, too bad." Donna quipped. She WAS kidding, wasn't she? But it made Julia chuckle. Julia smiled and gave her a hug from behind while she was stirring sauce, "Actually I was hoping for that hilarious skit you do when you put the lamp shade on your head and sing a Christmas carol." Julia made a point of rubbing her groin against the brunette's bottom. It felt good even with both of them wearing jeans. Donna thought so too, but pretended not to notice. But she had to notice when she felt Julia's hands slip down to her waist and begin unbuttoning Donna's jeans. "Um, what are you doing Julia?" She just kept stirring the sauce. She could move away, but she didn't. She just stood there while Julia unzipped Donna's jeans and slid a hand into her panties, the redhead's groin now pressing harder against her butt. Julia still hadn't said a word, but Donna could hear her breathing on the back of her neck as a finger began to diddle her clit rapidly back and forth, and she could feel Julia's breasts pressed against her back. Donna had gone from cool to hot in a matter of seconds. Donna dropped the spoon on the counter and braced her arms against the cabinet, her mouth slack with helpless lust. She was so aroused she was on the verge of coming when Julia pulled out her hand and began tugging Donna's jeans and panties down. Donna not only let her, but also kicked off her shoes so Julia could pull the jeans all the way off her feet. Before she could turn around or say anything else, Donna felt Julia's hands spreading the cheeks of her bottom, could feel her kissing and licking down the crevice, and yes, Julia's hot tongue ran across her asshole again. This made Donna's hips twitch and she gasped again. And then she moaned when she felt Julia's tongue begin to penetrate her bottom, just tiny pokes at first, then gradually deeper until Julia was thrusting her tongue deep up her butt, making Donna feel like she was pivoting on the hot slick, love muscle. She was leaning on her elbows on the counter now, grunting with Julia's powerful tongue thrusts, which made her whole bottom feel so warm and good with a whirly feeling inside. Then Julia was turning her legs around, and now Donna leaned back on the counter on her elbows and could see the redhead, kneeling between the her thighs, face buried in her pussy, licking at her clit, fingers penetrating all her holes in rhythms back and forth. Donna felt literally that she was coming unglued and melting as a huge orgasm swept and vibrated through her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. "God YES!" she screamed, her features screwed up as if the pleasure was so intense it was an agony. Then as her mind slowly began to clear, she felt kisses on her legs and tummy, and then she tasted her own pussy juice on Julia's mouth again – that sweet, sweet, loving, beautiful, delicious mouth, kissing her mouth, kissing and licking her soul. "The sauce!" squealed Donna, practically jumping out of Julia's arms and furiously stirring the sauce, "Thank god it didn't burn!" Then she put on the lid and turned the heat down low. She turned back to Julia with her hands on her hips and tried to be stern. "Julia, you should know by now that I am apparently helpless to resist you, so you're going to have to take some responsibility about when you attack me like that!" Julie spread her fingers and held her hands up placatingly, "You are so right, that was perfectly wicked of me! And you are the sexiest view in the world when you stand around without your pants on. If only I was the artist..." Donna picked up her pants and shoes and headed to her room. Julia followed, "Please, Donna, don't really be mad at me. I'm sorry." Donna dropped the clothes and slumped down on the bed just looking at her feet, her long hair tented around her head, so Julia couldn't tell if she was crying or not. "I'm not mad at you, really," sighed Donna. "I'm mad at myself, and I'm scared." Julia had sat beside her and had her arm around her now. Donna let herself lean into her a little for comfort, "See, it's just crazy that I just freeze like that. I feel like a deer staring at headlights. I mean I am like totally helpless the instant you touch me." Now tears were beginning to run down her face. "And I like it too much. God help me, I love it when you touch me." "But it is just sex, sweetie, you're supposed to like it," Julia added with a hug. "No Julia," Donna turned to look Julia in her concerned green eyes, "It is not just sex. Don't you understand? It's the best sex I ever had, and right now, when I am supposed to be thinking clearly about this, I keep thinking about how good you feel against me right now. Like the way your leg is touching mine, and your nipple is touching my shoulder. And worse..." Donna just shook her head and looked down again. At least the tears were drying up. "Worse? You mean you are wondering if you would like it if you went down on me?" Julia's voice was uncharacteristically gentle. Donna reluctantly nodded, "Well, not precisely. More like I have been pretty much trying not to think about that, but I do. At the moment, I have definitely left pure hetero and am just inside the borders of bi-curious. No, what I mean by worse, is I seem to muster less resistance each time, and earlier today, I very definitely kissed you, and for no better reason than I wanted to, and I think I have been hoping you will seduce me again tonight." Donna reddened, "That's pretty much it. That's why I am mad. See, it just doesn't fit my big plan of how my life will go: Wait a while, successful artist, famous and rich, Prince Charming, two and a half kids – golden years on the Riviera..." Julia's voice was still gentle, "Then you are basically still having your typical Donna-what-if type fit?" Julia smiled a little sadly, "And this is the crisis for which you made me feel all sorry for you?" Donna grinned back sheepishly, "Well, yeah. But I don't accept the blame for you being a typical, sentimental female. That's your problem." "Uh, huh," said Julia, eyebrow arched, "You talk big for someone who knows I can't reach the pillows from here." Julia put a hand on Donna's smooth white thigh, "How did what I did to you in the kitchen really make you feel?" "Um, dirty, cheap, and humiliated. Victimized. But of course besides the fun part, you also made me feel sexy, beautiful and flattered." Donna tried to look thoughtful, "And although I really hated it, you can do that again anytime you like." She added absently, "It was the first time I ever felt an orgasm even in my toes. Gosh, I really did." "So you really are ready to be my bitch? My cheap slut?" asked the redhead with her wide-eyed innocent moue. "Yeah, I guess. Well, I dunno about the name-calling. You might just get yourself punched out." "Oooo, not sure if I'd like that or not," she nibbled softly at Donna's ear. "But if I told you to go lie down in the bathtub and let me pee on your breasts, you'd do it, right?" "Well sure, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't pee in my hair. You know, it takes so long to wash and dry it." Then, despite enjoying the lightness of the banter she had to add as a safety margin, "I hope you are really kidding about the pee stuff, it's not just nasty – lying on the bath tub would be harsh and icy." "Oh, but I would run a few inches of warm water in it before I made you lie down. I'm not actually cruel, just perverted," whispered Julia as she licked the brunette's ear, sending maddening thrills down Donna's back. "Besides," she added with another whisper, "Pee isn't nasty, it's sterile. It is a little stinky though."