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I grinned at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
“And… sorry, I have so many questions. Like… what do you actually study for that? TheKarma Sutra?”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “For one, yes. We do read it, discuss it. I even wrote a paper on it. But we also study more PG rated things, like psychology, biology as well as anatomy. We learn just about everything there is to learn about the human body and brain, and their pleasure as well as erogenous zones and the like. And then we also watched a lot of porn.”
“Well, I’m sure your parents are happy to know they paid a pretty penny to send you to college so you could watch porn - in class and for credit,” she teased.
“Ehh, I left that part out,” I grinned at her. “But it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, I had a full scholarship. So no porn tuition money for them. But even if they would have had to fork it out, as I said,” and I pointed to myself with that right hand she’d told me not to move, “favorite child, remember?”
She just shook her head and laughed.
“Ok, now your turn,” I told her.
“Oh, I don’t think so. I think it’s way more fun having you in the hot seat and learning little nuggets of information likethatabout you!”
“Alright, how about for every two I do, you do one?”
“Deal.”
“Ok, hmm. One: I’m from Baltimore. Two: I bought all the spots in your workshop so I could meet you. And three: My two best friends’ names are Nick too.”
“You’re from Baltimore,” she said quickly.
“I’m from just outside Philly.” She had stopped her sketching and wiped her hands on the cloth she kept on the easel.
“I guess the chances of sharing the same name as two of your best friends is pretty rare, huh?”
“Maybe, but it’s true. They used to call us the Three Amigos before we re-branded in high school and we became the Trickie Nickies.”
She looked both relieved and disappointed at the same time. “That’s cute,” she stated simply before returning to the sketch pad in front of her.
“Hey,” I said gently to get her attention. Her eyes flashed to mine. “Number two was also true.”
“You’re not very good at following rules, Nicholas. The game is a truth and two lies, remember?”
“I guess,” I grinned at her for what felt like the hundredth time in as many seconds. “But you also didn’t expect one person to snatch up all your spots, so, there’s that.”
“All because you wanted to meet me?”
“All because I wanted to meet you,” I said quietly and honestly.
She smiled shyly and looked back to the paper while the pencil scratches filled the sound between us.
26
SCOTTIE ANDERSON
For almost two hours I’d sketched what felt like twenty five different drawings of Nicholas. As the light had shifted, so had we. And he’d changed his pose about four times for me.
For this session, I just wanted to dust the cobwebs off my figure drawing and so most of the sketches had been kind of a “quick and dirty” job, as I liked to call it. Very rough sketches except for more detail in one area. This allowed me to focus more in on my technique and master more the spacial aspect when it came to the human form.
But on this piece, I was taking my time.
Nicholas was simply standing in the very middle of the studio. Still stark naked. His dick still very much at half mast, just like he’d told me he’d remain. The man wasn’t lying. I suppose it helped with the drawings too - gave mea lotto work with. Because his dick was the most beautiful one I’d ever seen.
It was just… perfect. The perfect specimen, if you will.
It had been hard, yes the phallic member, but it had also been hard to try to keep my eyes from constantly wandering to it. It was just so damn beautiful! And honestly, who said that about penises? It was long and thick and that one vein…ohmygawd!
