With Vaa seated on her p, the two of them posing for the charcoal drawing ing to life oebook, Natalie was given a front-row seat to the creation process. Vaa's hand moved swiftly, charaking bold lines and soft shades as she brought them to life. Natalie watched, genuinely fasated by the skill on dispy. The drawing was erotiherent to their pose, with Natalie's hands freely expl Vaa's body as she worked. The clear outline of her cock stig up between Vaa's thighs—cradled in by soft skin, pulsi against her stomach—was her favorite part, naturally.

  "It's hard to focus with you groping me, you know," Vaa muttered.

  "Is it?" She squeezed Vaa's tits shamelessly. "I think you're doing great. You're an eveer artist than I expected."

  "I'm … average at best."

  Natalie shat atently untrue. And somehow, it sounded like she believed her own words.

  "No, really," Natalie murmured, her lips brushing Vaa's ear as her eyes stayed locked on the movements of her deft, practiced hand. "You're amazing. I don't know how you do it."

  "You're just trying to ftter me."

  Natalie sighed, her hands running down Vaa's sides, trag the curve of her waist. "No, seriously. I'm not saying that to get into your skirt. Have that handled already, don't I?" Her firaced idle patterns on Vaa's skin. "How long have you been drawing?"

  Vaa's eyes never left the paper, but she could see the risi on her cheeks through the mirror. "Since I was six. It's just a hobby though. Something to pass the time."

  "A hobby yood at," Natalie insisted, her thumbs sneaking under her bra to circle the undersides of Vaa's breasts. The girl shivered. "Better than good. I promise. You really should take more fiden your abilities." She tweaked her nipples, and Vaa's back arched slightly in surprise, pencil stilling on the page.

  "Keep that up, and I'll mess up the drawing," Vaa warned.

  "Oh?" She slipped deeper into the girl's bra, cupping her more firmly. "Will you? What a shame." Vaa's thighs ched, uionally squeezing Natalie's co.

  "Do you wao do a good job or not?"

  "Fine, fine," Natalie said, slipping her hands out. But she didn't stop feeling the girl up. Just in less promising ways.

  Dropping her on Vaa's shoulder, the two of them settled into a fortable silence, Vaa drawing and Natalie watg, her hands gently roaming. Distrag her, but keeping it to geouches. The drawing came to life with every passing mihe full-page illustration being impressively realistic as Vaa worked from broad strokes into smaller details, sing a thicker charcoal pencil for a thinner one. Natalie found herself enjoying the moment, the intimacy of the ad their positioning, as much as the sexual tension.

  That said, she was definitely aware she had Vaa's thighs squeezing her cock, and that the irl's panties were slightly damp with excitement, herself not immuo having a throbbing rod hugged between her legs—and brushing against her pussy.

  When Vaa begag their faces, Natalie's came into focus easily, with a few carefully chosen marks that solidified her features. The pose she'd chosen had Natalie's head positioned as it was now: resting on Vaa's shoulder, but face slightly turned, drinking in Vaa directly rather than through the mirror. The look on her face was … softer … than she'd expected. Was that how she'd been looking at Vaa?

  Vaa worked on her own faext, aeady haated. For the first time, she seemed tle, frequently looking up for reference. By how she started to shift around on Natalie's p—which was an enjoyable motion, uionally so—she could tell the girl had grown flustered.

  "Is drawing yourself awkward?" Natalie asked, guessing at the source of her sudden disfort. "Seems like it would be."

  "A bit," she admitted. "Especially my face."

  "At least you have such a good model to work with."

  Vaa snorted, and Natalie narrowed her eyes.

  "I'm serious, you know. Yeous."

  "Mm."

  "Your eyes especially. And your nose."

  "My … nose?"

  "It's super cute, yeah."

  The pencil stilled. "Cute?" she asked warningly.

  Natalie smirked. She really didn't like being called that word, whiaturally, only made it—and her—even cuter.

  When Natalie wisely didn't press the point, Vaa huffed and tinued her work.

  "Seriously, the fttery isn't necessary. I know I'm not that pretty. And that's not eveioning all the—" she waved at her own face, and it wasn't hard to guess what she meant. The scarring.

  Natalie sighed. "I'll keep saying it until you believe me: yeous."

  "Enough of that," she mumbled.

  They settled bato silence, Vaa putting the finishing touches. Eventually, she looked up, meeting Natalie's eyes in the mirror. "Done," she said. She held the notebook up. "It's—okay, I guess. Not my best work." She poked at Natalie's thigh with the back of her pencil. "Someo distrag me. And moving around too much."

  "That's what you call 'just okay'?" Natalie asked. "It looks like it was done by a professional."

  "It's not that good."

  Natalie rolled her eyes. When Vaa offered it to her, she took the notebook and held it up closer, eyes roaming across the chararks. Beyond the artistry on dispy, she ehe art for the more straightforward reason. A lingerie-cd Vaa sitting on her p, Natalie's hands on her breasts, and her cock stig up between her legs—immortalized, for her to carry around forever.

  "I think I'll have it framed in my bedroom," Natalie mused.

  Vaa stiffened on her p. "You will not," she hissed. "That's not for yirlfriends to ogle, it's for your eyes only."

  There were a few reasons Natalie froze—the casual mention of 'girlfriends' being the biggest.

  "Just teasing, of course," Natalie said. And she had been, but Vaa had reacted more than she'd expected. "You like your privacy, I've picked up that much." A grin tugged onto her lips. "You sure I 't get a sed one in the hough? Maybe," she said slowly, setting the notebook aside and creeping her hands baderh Vaa's bra, "in a more exg pose?"

  "More exg?" Vaa quoted, trying to sound annoyed but failing, voiing out breathy. "Like what?"

  "Oh, I've got plenty of ideas. But, before that, I am getting pretty antsy." Her hands fell from Vaa's breasts to settle onto her waist. She lifted the girl up slightly, the her drop. Her cock slid pleasurably between Vaa's soft thighs, and Natalie let out a shuddering breath. "You didn't have a thighjob on the menu," she murmured. "But could I vince you to make an exception?"