Naomi's Journal No. 12 - Nils' New Painting
by Naomi
Copyright© 2022 by Naomi
Fiction Sex Story: Naomi's discovers a new painting by Nils and meets the new model. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Illustrated .
I decided I needed to see what Nils had been up to lately, so I took a little walk to his studio. I had the reward check and the car insurance check with me, so I made a quick stop at the bank and deposited them. Maybe I could buy a new car this time instead of a used car. I just have to make up my mind who I would like to take shopping with me. Probably not Nils: he’s too practically minded, probably want me to get something like a Saab. Borrrrrrring!
When I got there, he was putting the finishing touches on a new painting, one of a very lovely young lady with an orange. There was something familiar about the girl, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“She’s lovely,” I said. “Is she a new model or something? And why an orange?”
Nils looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “Yes, she’s a new model,” he replied. “As for the orange, well, I didn’t have an apple, and that might have been too cliché’. Too Adam and Eve-ish.”
“Good point,” I said, “and we all know where that led.” I giggled. “So, who is she, and do I get to meet her?”
I heard an “ahem” from behind me and there stood Nils’ new model, only dressed. She was about my age, but a little more robust than I. And, she seemed to be as minimally dressed as I: t-shirt, short skirt and sandals.
“Oh,” I said. “You startled me a little. I’m Naomi.”
“I’m Ruth,” she said. “I like the orange better, too. I like oranges more than I like apples. I’m like my mother in that regard.”
“Actually,” Nils cut in, “you know Ruth’s parents. They’re Joe and Irma.”
“Really?” I squealed. “You’re Irma’s daughter? Your mom and dad took me in awhile ago after I had an accident. Your dad saved my life!”
Ruth looked down, shyly. “Yes,” she said, “they told me about it and how you squeezed poor Teddy until you fell asleep and then kicked him out of bed! How could you kick my poor teddy bear out of bed with you and my parents?!”
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