Page 63 of Illicit Illustration

Taking her distraction as an opportunity, I swiped up, studying the other windows she had open to see if she’d been watching porn again to draw this guy.

But instead of porn, I found a Google drive folder labeledPeen Portraits.Hazel was still refusing to look at me, so I clicked on the window, scrolling through the very detailed anatomical studies of the male appendage that filled the folder. There were dozens of them.

She’d been a very busy girl over the last few months. And I was a little jealous she’d been looking at this many dicks on the Internet but hadn’t uncovered mine. I wanted to make a comment about Goldilocks finding just the right dick, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t go over well.

“Looks like you’ve been practicing. A girl doesn’t have a folder full of illustrated dicks and not know how to draw one.”

She grabbed the tablet from me, narrowing her eyes, before she turned to walk away. “Laugh it up. Cause, apparently, I am that girl. I’ve tried like ten times and none of them look right.”

“Show me.”

Pointing to the counter between us, I waited until she laid the tablet down, navigating back to her current drawing.

She turned on the first layer and I winced, taking in the massive erection protruding disproportionately from between his spread thighs.

“That thing looks like it could dislocate a hip.”

“I know,” she whispered, using her finger to scale the size down, but it still didn’t look like it belonged to the man in the chair.

Hiding the layer, she pulled up the next one, and I tilted my head to the side, trying to figure out why this one didn’t look right. “Did you draw the head of his dick backwards?”

“Shut up,” she growled, switching to the next one.

“Why is that one so shiny? Did Midas give him a hand job?”

“I hate you,” she hissed, glaring at me as I tried to hold back a laugh. “I was trying a new brush, and it clearly didn’t go well when I was trying to paint in the highlights.”

Nudging her out of the way, I swapped the layer for the next one, snorting when it looked abnormally skinny and didn’t fill the fist of the man attempting to hold it. The head was also oddly flat on top. “This one brings a whole new meaning topencil dick. The head looks like an eraser.”

Her little growl was back as her hand reached for the tablet, but I was faster, moving it to the side before she could take it away.

Pulling up the next layer, I tilted my head, trying to figure out what she’d done to make it look so…furry.

“Are you sure he’s human? He looks like he’s hiding a wild animal in his pants. Or maybe he’s a secret werewolf.”

“If you must know…” she trailed off, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t leave me hanging now,” I coaxed, unable to hold in laughter at the next one. She’d somehow managed to make this one look limp against his hold, despite the size of it. “Not like you did to this guy.”

“I told you they were terrible. They’re either too big, or too veiny, or too shiny. And now I won’t get more work because all these authors are going to figure out I’m an inexperienced virgin and don’t even know what a penis looks like in person.”

“That’s not strictly true,” I reminded her. Technically, she had confessed to seeing mine.

“Well, I don’t know what an erect one looks like and it’s not like I can ask you to figure model pose for this one, and…”

“Why not? You’ve drawn nude models before me.” I’d seen her figure drawing sketchbook when she had taken a few courses in undergrad with nude models.

“They weren’t hard with cum running down the back of their hand.” Well, no. That they definitely were not… She’d left those details out.

“Did you draw that part, too?” I teased, an amused thrill running through me as her cheeks flushed. I shouldn’t be teasing her like this, but I also didn’t want to stop. “Where is that one hiding?”

“Reid, seriously. I’m just gonna tell her I can’t do this and give her deposit back.”

Shaking my head, a plan started formulating in my head. There was no way I was letting her give up on herself this easily. “No, you’re not. Do you work tonight?”

She took in a deep breath and uttered the only word I needed to hear. “No.”

“Then give me an hour and I’ll be back.”

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