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Eric liked to draw, and he didn't really care for parties. But that didn't stop his friends from dragging him to parties anyways.
It was the night before spring break and Eric wasn't interested in being hungover for the drive tomorrow. But there he was, sitting at a house party surrounded by people he didn't know. He had tucked himself into a corner, just looking around and doodling on the small sketchbook that he brought everywhere like a kid's security blanket or favorite stuffed animal.
Eric took another sip from the cup of the punch sitting beside him as he doodled a picture of his friend Jeff. He wasn't much of a drinker, and didn't like the taste of alcohol, but whoever made the punch did a good job masking the bite of the alcohol.
Eric was about halfway done with his sketch when someone new grabbed his attention. She was probably one of the hottest girls that Eric had ever seen. She had long red hair that fell to her upper back. She wore a tight blue bodycon dress that hugged the curves of her slim figure; she didn't have that much going on up top, but she had a fantastic ass. Eric could see the muscle definition on her arms and legs, so she was probably fairly athletic. She looked fairly tall from where Eric stood, probably a good 5 or 6 inches taller than him.
Eric flipped the page on his sketch pad, relegating Jeff's unfinished face to the "I'll get around to this someday" section. He quickly finished his drink as he started to sketch her, pausing to refill once he'd gotten the outline of her head finished.
She was pretty easy to spot as he moved through the party area of the house. She was one of the tallest people there, so she stuck out like a lighthouse over the horizon at night. He navigated around her, close enough to get a better look at her face while still getting to his final destination, the punch bowl.
He refilled his drink and walked over to the couch. As he was about to start sketching again, he heard Jeff's voice in his head.
"Hey nuts for brains, you can't just walk up to a girl and give her a sketch you made. 9 out of 10 times, she'll call you a creep like that girl just did."
Eric vaguely remembered everything else surrounding the voice in his memory. All he remembered was that he'd had a bit more than tipsy and had actually given his sketch to the girl he drew, hoping that she'd sleep with him. He'd gotten pretty soundly rejected, and pretty much stopped going to parties after that.
He flipped his sketchbook back to his picture of Jeff and walked over towards the girl. She stepped away from the rest of her group to grab a drink, leaving her temporarily alone. Eric tried to quickly finish his drink as he approached her at the table.
"Hi, I'm Eric."
"I'm Alexa," she responded.
"I think you're really pretty, do you mind if I sketch you? It's all yours at the end of the night."
"Aww, I'd love it."
Eric walked back to the couch and started working on his sketch again. He put a lot of effort into making her face look good, since he wasn't that great at drawing bodies.
He ended up grabbing another drink as he drew, enjoying sipping on something while he worked. Once he was happy with how her face looked, he decided that he wanted to try doing more of a bust (the art one), so he started working on her neck and shoulders.
The house party started petering out sometime around 10, with the more dedicated partiers heading out to the local bars and clubs. In his fairly drunk state, Eric felt that he'd done a pretty decent job on Alexa's shoulders, so he decided to start a second sketch of her. Having spent quite a long time looking at her, he wanted to try something a little more risqué for his new drawing.
He started with a simple line skeleton of Alexa on all fours, trying to go for the "sexy crawl" look that would really show off her ass. He decided to start drawing in more detail starting with her ass and thighs, checking out the real her every couple of minutes as he imagined the fabric of her dress pulled tight across her butt.
He hit a troublesome spot as soon as he worked his way to the bottom of her dress. When he looked at her standing up, there was not enough tension at the hem to press into her thighs the way he was imagining it. He kept staring at his drawing, putting down lines before erasing them because they didn't feel right. He was so focused on his drawing that he didn't realize that the subject of his drawing had sat down beside him on the couch.
"Is that me?"
Eric felt like he was going to jump out of his skin. Not only had she startled him (and he startled easily), but she'd also figured out that he was making a dirty drawing of her.
"You're just so hot, I couldn't help it" he said, turning towards her.
He could tell that she was definitely a little bit drunker than he was, past "man, this hangover is gonna suck" but not at "I should call my friends to see what I did" drunk. There was a slight blush to her face, and it made her look pretty cute.
She leaned towards him, and Eric braced himself for her to be angry at him. She got so close to his ear that her breath sent tingles up his back.
"Maybe I can pose for you?" she whispered. "Draw me like one of your French girls..."
Alexa grabbed Eric by the hand and led him out of the house, tipsily walking back to her apartment. After the fourth basically identical apartment building, Eric had pretty much lost track of where they were or how to get home. Alexa would occasionally pull him aside for a kiss, her hands moving closer and closer to his ass each time they kissed. Eric's free hand started out at her waist, but by the third time, he'd reached around to grab her ass and pull her up against him and his hardening cock.
Once they entered the small lobby of a building, Alexa pushed him up against the wall underneath the security camera and started aggressively making out with him. Eric dropped his sketch pad once she started squeezing his cock through his pants, a wet spot forming at the tip as he moaned into her mouth.
They broke the kiss long enough to move into the elevator, Eric barely remembering to pick up his sketch pad. They resumed making out as soon as the doors closed, riding up without interruption.
Once they were in her apartment, thankfully alone, Eric had a tough decision to make: did he want to sketch her first or go straight to sex? Alexa pulled him into her bedroom trying to make the decision for him. Almost before he knew it, they were both down to their underwear, and Alexa looked fantastic in her lacy black bra and panties.
Alexa abruptly changed course and posed on the bed for Eric. She didn't strike the same pose that he'd started with, but it was close enough. She was laying face down on her bed, her knees pulled in to raise her ass up to show it off.
Eric started modifying his sketch, erasing the dress and adding her smooth skin in it's place. He focused on her panties next, the way the tight black fabric pulled in against her ass, and how he could see her fingers gently teasing her pussy as they came up between her legs.
Eric had a tougher time drawing as Alexa let out little moans as she touched herself. Eric felt like he was going to cum just from watching her as he roughly sketched her legs down to her knees and started working on her body.
Alexa pulled her panties aside as she started fingering herself, pushing one finger inside of her as the palm of her hand pushed against her clit. Alexa moaned loudly as she came, and that's when Eric gave up on drawing her. He tore out the pages, left them on her desk, and came up behind her.
"Fuck, I didn't think that would feel so hot..." Alexa said, trying to look back at him. "I need to feel you inside me."
That was all of the invitation Eric needed to take off his underwear. He could see her fingers starting to move again and saw the glistening of the juices that covered them. With her panties already pushed aside, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her pussy, moaning in his own pleasure. Just as he was about to slide it in, the little voice in his head stopped him.
"Do you want me to grab a condom? I have one in my wallet."
"No, just fuck me!"
With that declaration, Alexa pushed herself back against him. Eric groaned as he slid deep inside her, her wet pussy greedily swallowing him up. He grabbed her by the hips as she rocked against him, and buried his cock in her.
She was so wet that he bottomed out with no resistance. Alexa let out a high pitched moan of pleasure, while Eric grunted because she felt so good around him. When he looked down between them, all he could see the was his cock starting to glisten as he slowly pulled it out of her, covered in her juices.
Eric pulled on Alexa's hips as he thrust back into her, their hips meeting with a wet slapping sound. He started to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy faster.
As he sped up, Alexa's cries started to flow into each other, becoming a long, drawn out moan punctuated by the sounds of their hips and her need to breath. Eric felt her fingers brushing against his shaft as she kept rubbing her clit, and he could tell that she was about to come again.
"Oh fuuuuck," Alexa moaned as she came for the second time, her fingers pressing against Eric's cock multiple times a thrust.
The rippling tightness of Alexa's pussy, combined with her moans, pushed Eric right to the edge of cumming.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside me, oh God I need you to breed me!"
With those last two words, Eric thrust as deep as he could inside and exploded. Alexa's fingers brushed against his balls as he filled her, as she pushed herself to another rapid orgasm to draw his seed even deeper inside of her.
As they both collapsed onto the bed in postcoital bliss, Eric's mind sluggishly raced with the implications of Alexa's last words. Was it one of her safe days? Was she trying to get pregnant? Did... Did he make a big... Mistake? Eric looked over at Alexa with droopy eyes, the girl just as asleep as he was about to be. And with a worried mind, Eric fell asleep.
When Eric's phone alarm went off at 3 AM the following morning, Eric panicked because he and his friends were going to leave for Colorado in an hour. The adrenaline pushed him out of bed and over to his clothing. He pulled on his shirt (backwards) and pants, and grabbed his sketchpad. He ripped out the two sketches of Alexa and left them beside her bed. He couldn't remember if he'd left his number on one of them, but he didn't have time to check now.
Eric raced out of the building, running through the area until he found a landmark that he could orient on. By the time he made it home, he only had fifteen minutes to throw his shit in a bag and be at his friend's place nearby. Amidst the hustle, the bustle, and his resurfacing hangover, Eric didn't have time to lock in his memory of where he was that night.
Soon enough, that night would just be Eric's funny story of hooking up with a hot girl and almost missing his trip. It didn't take long to realize that he hadn't left her his number, so that just added to the experience. His memory of the drawings and the sex was a bit on the blurrier side (like the fact that he came inside her), so he wasn't expecting to ever see her again.
6 months later (Start of the Fall Semester):
It had been a bit tough, but Eric did manage to get into the Figure Drawing class that he'd been trying to get into. It was his senior year of college, so pretty much his last chance.
It was the second day of class, and the first day that they would be drawing live people. Eric and his classmates were set up around the stage, looking at their professor.
"As you know, a big part of this class is learning how to draw different types of bodies. While we would normally start with a much more average body type, today's model is a little special. Please remember that our models do like to stay anonymous when possible, so if you know them, please don't tell the rest of the class."
With those words said, the professor opened the door to model's preparation room. The woman who walked out seemed vaguely familiar to Eric, but he couldn't place her.
She was tall, with long and luscious red hair that reached her mid back. She was wearing a black satin robe as she strode up to the stage, with two decently sized breasts and a slightly pudgy belly seeming to show through it. Eric felt like she was studying everyone in the class, and felt her gaze linger on him for a couple seconds.
When she reached the stage, she took her time stepping up onto it. As she opened up her robe and dropped it beside the stage, it made more sense.
What Eric had thought was a bit of pudge was actually a bit of pregnant. Her body was a mix of athletic firmness and a somewhat feminine softness, of well used muscle contrasted with the growing weight caused by her unborn child. Her body was mostly free from stretch marks, except around her boobs. Her breasts had slight stretch marks visible on the tops, almost like there was lacy lingerie starting to connect her throat to her dark areolas and thick nipples.
Seeing her standing on the stage, one hand at her side while the other rested on the steep upper slope of her belly, Eric couldn't shake that vague feeling that he knew her from somewhere. The woman had decided to face in his direction, causing their eyes to keep meeting as he drew her.
Eric had to admit, he was having trouble focusing on his drawing. Not only was that feeling getting more and more bothersome, even the classroom environment didn't stop him from feeling really turned on from seeing her.
After a couple breaks so that the model could eat, stretch, and rest, class was over. Eric was happy with his drawing, though he didn't think it was his best work.
As he finished packing up, the model approached him. She had switched from being naked or wearing the satin robe to wearing a tight black shirt that left a bit of her underbelly showing and a pair of short shorts. She had a small backpack with her and was holding a folded up piece of paper in her hands.
"Is this yours?" she asked, holding him the paper.
Eric unfolded the piece of paper, revealing that it was actually two papers folded together. The first paper had a sketch of the face of the girl in front of him, and Eric immediately recognized it as his own style. The second page had another sketch that Eric recognized as being his style, but it wasn't something that he would usually draw; it was a blocky and unfinished sketch of her naked, laying down on a bed in a very sexual pose.
"Yeah...," he said hesitantly, "I think these are mine."
"Then congrats, this is too," she said, patting her belly.
Eric nearly fainted.
Eric liked to draw, and he didn't really care for parties. But that didn't stop his friends from dragging him to parties anyways.
It was the night before spring break and Eric wasn't interested in being hungover for the drive tomorrow. But there he was, sitting at a house party surrounded by people he didn't know. He had tucked himself into a corner, just looking around and doodling on the small sketchbook that he brought everywhere like a kid's security blanket or favorite stuffed animal.
Eric took another sip from the cup of the punch sitting beside him as he doodled a picture of his friend Jeff. He wasn't much of a drinker, and didn't like the taste of alcohol, but whoever made the punch did a good job masking the bite of the alcohol.
Eric was about halfway done with his sketch when someone new grabbed his attention. She was probably one of the hottest girls that Eric had ever seen. She had long red hair that fell to her upper back. She wore a tight blue bodycon dress that hugged the curves of her slim figure; she didn't have that much going on up top, but she had a fantastic ass. Eric could see the muscle definition on her arms and legs, so she was probably fairly athletic. She looked fairly tall from where Eric stood, probably a good 5 or 6 inches taller than him.
Eric flipped the page on his sketch pad, relegating Jeff's unfinished face to the "I'll get around to this someday" section. He quickly finished his drink as he started to sketch her, pausing to refill once he'd gotten the outline of her head finished.
She was pretty easy to spot as he moved through the party area of the house. She was one of the tallest people there, so she stuck out like a lighthouse over the horizon at night. He navigated around her, close enough to get a better look at her face while still getting to his final destination, the punch bowl.
He refilled his drink and walked over to the couch. As he was about to start sketching again, he heard Jeff's voice in his head.
"Hey nuts for brains, you can't just walk up to a girl and give her a sketch you made. 9 out of 10 times, she'll call you a creep like that girl just did."
Eric vaguely remembered everything else surrounding the voice in his memory. All he remembered was that he'd had a bit more than tipsy and had actually given his sketch to the girl he drew, hoping that she'd sleep with him. He'd gotten pretty soundly rejected, and pretty much stopped going to parties after that.
He flipped his sketchbook back to his picture of Jeff and walked over towards the girl. She stepped away from the rest of her group to grab a drink, leaving her temporarily alone. Eric tried to quickly finish his drink as he approached her at the table.
"Hi, I'm Eric."
"I'm Alexa," she responded.
"I think you're really pretty, do you mind if I sketch you? It's all yours at the end of the night."
"Aww, I'd love it."
Eric walked back to the couch and started working on his sketch again. He put a lot of effort into making her face look good, since he wasn't that great at drawing bodies.
He ended up grabbing another drink as he drew, enjoying sipping on something while he worked. Once he was happy with how her face looked, he decided that he wanted to try doing more of a bust (the art one), so he started working on her neck and shoulders.
The house party started petering out sometime around 10, with the more dedicated partiers heading out to the local bars and clubs. In his fairly drunk state, Eric felt that he'd done a pretty decent job on Alexa's shoulders, so he decided to start a second sketch of her. Having spent quite a long time looking at her, he wanted to try something a little more risqué for his new drawing.
He started with a simple line skeleton of Alexa on all fours, trying to go for the "sexy crawl" look that would really show off her ass. He decided to start drawing in more detail starting with her ass and thighs, checking out the real her every couple of minutes as he imagined the fabric of her dress pulled tight across her butt.
He hit a troublesome spot as soon as he worked his way to the bottom of her dress. When he looked at her standing up, there was not enough tension at the hem to press into her thighs the way he was imagining it. He kept staring at his drawing, putting down lines before erasing them because they didn't feel right. He was so focused on his drawing that he didn't realize that the subject of his drawing had sat down beside him on the couch.
"Is that me?"
Eric felt like he was going to jump out of his skin. Not only had she startled him (and he startled easily), but she'd also figured out that he was making a dirty drawing of her.
"You're just so hot, I couldn't help it" he said, turning towards her.
He could tell that she was definitely a little bit drunker than he was, past "man, this hangover is gonna suck" but not at "I should call my friends to see what I did" drunk. There was a slight blush to her face, and it made her look pretty cute.
She leaned towards him, and Eric braced himself for her to be angry at him. She got so close to his ear that her breath sent tingles up his back.
"Maybe I can pose for you?" she whispered. "Draw me like one of your French girls..."
Alexa grabbed Eric by the hand and led him out of the house, tipsily walking back to her apartment. After the fourth basically identical apartment building, Eric had pretty much lost track of where they were or how to get home. Alexa would occasionally pull him aside for a kiss, her hands moving closer and closer to his ass each time they kissed. Eric's free hand started out at her waist, but by the third time, he'd reached around to grab her ass and pull her up against him and his hardening cock.
Once they entered the small lobby of a building, Alexa pushed him up against the wall underneath the security camera and started aggressively making out with him. Eric dropped his sketch pad once she started squeezing his cock through his pants, a wet spot forming at the tip as he moaned into her mouth.
They broke the kiss long enough to move into the elevator, Eric barely remembering to pick up his sketch pad. They resumed making out as soon as the doors closed, riding up without interruption.
Once they were in her apartment, thankfully alone, Eric had a tough decision to make: did he want to sketch her first or go straight to sex? Alexa pulled him into her bedroom trying to make the decision for him. Almost before he knew it, they were both down to their underwear, and Alexa looked fantastic in her lacy black bra and panties.
Alexa abruptly changed course and posed on the bed for Eric. She didn't strike the same pose that he'd started with, but it was close enough. She was laying face down on her bed, her knees pulled in to raise her ass up to show it off.
Eric started modifying his sketch, erasing the dress and adding her smooth skin in it's place. He focused on her panties next, the way the tight black fabric pulled in against her ass, and how he could see her fingers gently teasing her pussy as they came up between her legs.
Eric had a tougher time drawing as Alexa let out little moans as she touched herself. Eric felt like he was going to cum just from watching her as he roughly sketched her legs down to her knees and started working on her body.
Alexa pulled her panties aside as she started fingering herself, pushing one finger inside of her as the palm of her hand pushed against her clit. Alexa moaned loudly as she came, and that's when Eric gave up on drawing her. He tore out the pages, left them on her desk, and came up behind her.
"Fuck, I didn't think that would feel so hot..." Alexa said, trying to look back at him. "I need to feel you inside me."
That was all of the invitation Eric needed to take off his underwear. He could see her fingers starting to move again and saw the glistening of the juices that covered them. With her panties already pushed aside, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her pussy, moaning in his own pleasure. Just as he was about to slide it in, the little voice in his head stopped him.
"Do you want me to grab a condom? I have one in my wallet."
"No, just fuck me!"
With that declaration, Alexa pushed herself back against him. Eric groaned as he slid deep inside her, her wet pussy greedily swallowing him up. He grabbed her by the hips as she rocked against him, and buried his cock in her.
She was so wet that he bottomed out with no resistance. Alexa let out a high pitched moan of pleasure, while Eric grunted because she felt so good around him. When he looked down between them, all he could see the was his cock starting to glisten as he slowly pulled it out of her, covered in her juices.
Eric pulled on Alexa's hips as he thrust back into her, their hips meeting with a wet slapping sound. He started to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy faster.
As he sped up, Alexa's cries started to flow into each other, becoming a long, drawn out moan punctuated by the sounds of their hips and her need to breath. Eric felt her fingers brushing against his shaft as she kept rubbing her clit, and he could tell that she was about to come again.
"Oh fuuuuck," Alexa moaned as she came for the second time, her fingers pressing against Eric's cock multiple times a thrust.
The rippling tightness of Alexa's pussy, combined with her moans, pushed Eric right to the edge of cumming.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside me, oh God I need you to breed me!"
With those last two words, Eric thrust as deep as he could inside and exploded. Alexa's fingers brushed against his balls as he filled her, as she pushed herself to another rapid orgasm to draw his seed even deeper inside of her.
As they both collapsed onto the bed in postcoital bliss, Eric's mind sluggishly raced with the implications of Alexa's last words. Was it one of her safe days? Was she trying to get pregnant? Did... Did he make a big... Mistake? Eric looked over at Alexa with droopy eyes, the girl just as asleep as he was about to be. And with a worried mind, Eric fell asleep.
When Eric's phone alarm went off at 3 AM the following morning, Eric panicked because he and his friends were going to leave for Colorado in an hour. The adrenaline pushed him out of bed and over to his clothing. He pulled on his shirt (backwards) and pants, and grabbed his sketchpad. He ripped out the two sketches of Alexa and left them beside her bed. He couldn't remember if he'd left his number on one of them, but he didn't have time to check now.
Eric raced out of the building, running through the area until he found a landmark that he could orient on. By the time he made it home, he only had fifteen minutes to throw his shit in a bag and be at his friend's place nearby. Amidst the hustle, the bustle, and his resurfacing hangover, Eric didn't have time to lock in his memory of where he was that night.
Soon enough, that night would just be Eric's funny story of hooking up with a hot girl and almost missing his trip. It didn't take long to realize that he hadn't left her his number, so that just added to the experience. His memory of the drawings and the sex was a bit on the blurrier side (like the fact that he came inside her), so he wasn't expecting to ever see her again.
6 months later (Start of the Fall Semester):
It had been a bit tough, but Eric did manage to get into the Figure Drawing class that he'd been trying to get into. It was his senior year of college, so pretty much his last chance.
It was the second day of class, and the first day that they would be drawing live people. Eric and his classmates were set up around the stage, looking at their professor.
"As you know, a big part of this class is learning how to draw different types of bodies. While we would normally start with a much more average body type, today's model is a little special. Please remember that our models do like to stay anonymous when possible, so if you know them, please don't tell the rest of the class."
With those words said, the professor opened the door to model's preparation room. The woman who walked out seemed vaguely familiar to Eric, but he couldn't place her.
She was tall, with long and luscious red hair that reached her mid back. She was wearing a black satin robe as she strode up to the stage, with two decently sized breasts and a slightly pudgy belly seeming to show through it. Eric felt like she was studying everyone in the class, and felt her gaze linger on him for a couple seconds.
When she reached the stage, she took her time stepping up onto it. As she opened up her robe and dropped it beside the stage, it made more sense.
What Eric had thought was a bit of pudge was actually a bit of pregnant. Her body was a mix of athletic firmness and a somewhat feminine softness, of well used muscle contrasted with the growing weight caused by her unborn child. Her body was mostly free from stretch marks, except around her boobs. Her breasts had slight stretch marks visible on the tops, almost like there was lacy lingerie starting to connect her throat to her dark areolas and thick nipples.
Seeing her standing on the stage, one hand at her side while the other rested on the steep upper slope of her belly, Eric couldn't shake that vague feeling that he knew her from somewhere. The woman had decided to face in his direction, causing their eyes to keep meeting as he drew her.
Eric had to admit, he was having trouble focusing on his drawing. Not only was that feeling getting more and more bothersome, even the classroom environment didn't stop him from feeling really turned on from seeing her.
After a couple breaks so that the model could eat, stretch, and rest, class was over. Eric was happy with his drawing, though he didn't think it was his best work.
As he finished packing up, the model approached him. She had switched from being naked or wearing the satin robe to wearing a tight black shirt that left a bit of her underbelly showing and a pair of short shorts. She had a small backpack with her and was holding a folded up piece of paper in her hands.
"Is this yours?" she asked, holding him the paper.
Eric unfolded the piece of paper, revealing that it was actually two papers folded together. The first paper had a sketch of the face of the girl in front of him, and Eric immediately recognized it as his own style. The second page had another sketch that Eric recognized as being his style, but it wasn't something that he would usually draw; it was a blocky and unfinished sketch of her naked, laying down on a bed in a very sexual pose.
"Yeah...," he said hesitantly, "I think these are mine."
"Then congrats, this is too," she said, patting her belly.
Eric nearly fainted.
