Chapter 319

With Vanetta seated on her lap, the two of them posing for the charcoal drawing coming to life on the notebook, Natalie was given a front-row seat to the creation process. Vanetta’s hand moved swiftly, charcoal making bold lines and soft shades as she brought them to life. Natalie watched, genuinely fascinated by the skill on display. The drawing was erotic, inherent to their pose, with Natalie’s hands freely exploring Vanetta’s body as she worked. The clear outline of her cock sticking up between Vanetta’s thighs—cradled in by soft skin, pulsing heat against her stomach—was her favorite part, naturally.

“It’s hard to focus with you groping me, you know,” Vanetta muttered.

“Is it?” She squeezed Vanetta’s tits shamelessly. “I think you’re doing great. You’re an even better artist than I expected.”

“I’m ... average at best.”

Natalie snorted. That was patently untrue. And somehow, it sounded like she believed her own words.

“No, really,” Natalie murmured, her lips brushing Vanetta’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 flatter me.”

Natalie sighed, her hands running down Vanetta’s sides, tracing 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 fingers traced idle patterns on Vanetta’s skin. “How long have you been drawing?”

Vanetta’s eyes never left the paper, but she could see the rising heat on her cheeks through the mirror. “Since I was six. It’s just a hobby though. Something to pass the time.”

“A hobby you’re good at,” Natalie insisted, her thumbs sneaking under her bra to circle the undersides of Vanetta’s breasts. The girl shivered. “Better than good. I promise. You really should take more confidence in your abilities.” She tweaked her nipples, and Vanetta’s back arched slightly in surprise, pencil stilling on the page.

“Keep that up, and I’ll mess up the drawing,” Vanetta warned.

“Oh?” She slipped deeper into the girl’s bra, cupping her more firmly. “Will you? What a shame.” Vanetta’s thighs clenched, unintentionally squeezing Natalie’s cock in.

“Do you want me to 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 compromising ways.

Dropping her chin on Vanetta’s shoulder, the two of them settled into a comfortable silence, Vanetta drawing and Natalie watching, her hands gently roaming. Distracting her, but keeping it to gentle touches. The drawing came to life with every passing minute, the full-page illustration becoming impressively realistic as Vanetta worked from broad strokes into smaller details, swapping a thicker charcoal pencil for a thinner one. Natalie found herself enjoying the moment, the intimacy of the act and their positioning, as much as the sexual tension.

That said, she was definitely aware she had Vanetta’s thighs squeezing her cock, and that the other girl’s panties were slightly damp with excitement, herself not immune to having a throbbing rod hugged between her legs—and brushing against her pussy.

When Vanetta began sketching 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 Vanetta’s shoulder, but face slightly turned, drinking in Vanetta 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 Vanetta?