Chapter Four
Jet
I knocked on Natalie's door, hardly able to wait for her to open it. Due to our schedules, we hadn't been able to see each other for a few days, and it had almost killed me. I played it cool with her, of course, when we talked on the phone or sent text messages to each other, but it bothered me that I couldn't be with her, or near her. When she finally called to ask if I could come and finish the next drawing, I couldn't get over there fast enough.
When she swung open the door she was wearing tight jeans that showed off her ass, and an off-the- shoulder sweater that looked so soft I wanted to melt into it.
“You look great.”
“Oh, Jet, I just threw these things on. But thank you.”
I walked up to her and kissed her softly. She didn't pull away; instead, she sort of melted into the kiss, and I felt a stir. I would have to try to control myself, at least until the drawing was completed. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and she accepted it. That kiss started softly, but quickly turned into a make out session right at her door.
“Hi Jet, it's nice to see you again.” I was startled by a sound behind Natalie, and we separated. Embarrassed, I realized that Julie had been sitting at the kitchen table the whole time. Natalie giggled as she turned around and headed to the kitchen. By the looks of things, the two of them had been sharing a bottle of wine. Natalie took another glass from the cupboard and poured me a glass. I headed her way, watching her ass the entire time.
“Sorry about that, Julie. Usually we are alone during Natalie's project.”
“Oh, rest assured, you will be. I'm heading out. I get shy when boys start taking off their clothes.”
Natalie laughed. “Yeah, right,” she said.
I sat down at the table and Natalie slid a folder over in my direction.
“I forgot to show you these the last time you were here,” she said. She sat down beside me and waited as I opened the folder. It was filled with black and white images from the one and only fight that she attended. They were incredible―crisp images that stopped time. I relived the fight through those images as I went through them, one after another.
“Wow, Natalie, these are astounding, I've never seen my fights captured like this before. Usually some stock photographer is there, but it's like you can see how we felt. You can even see the stress in Coach's face. I love these. You really are talented.”
“Yup, that's my girl,” Julie said as she got up from the table.
I continued flipping through the images until I came to the last one. I stared at it in awe; it was my spinning back fist that had won me that fight. She had stopped the action at just the right time, when my fist had made contact with my opponent’s face. It was one of those legendary photos that you usually only see with celebrities.
“Oh my God, this is an amazing photo. There are just no words for it. What a night that was, and you captured my win perfectly. How did you catch it at just the right moment?”
She laughed. “Well, you have to be ready for anything. When you're watching a live event, you never know what's going to happen, and really, anything can happen. So you can't be too relaxed when taking pictures. You have to be at the ready, and you have to be fast, so that when that moment happens you don't hesitate, not even for a second, and that's how you capture moments like that. Luck really has a lot to do with it.”
“I don't know if luck has much to do with it, Natalie. I mean yeah, it could be a lucky shot, but how many of your classmates got the same shot, or even close?”
She smiled as she looked at me. “None.”
I chuckled. “Well, there you go, it’s not luck; you have a gift.”
She leaned into me for a kiss, and I tasted her sweet lips again. Everything about her was soft and smooth, and I wanted to touch her all over again.
“Okay, well that's my cue to leave.” Julie laughed as she grabbed her purse off the counter and headed out the door. “You two love birds make sure you get some work done tonight.” Natalie laughed and I waved Julie off.
“So, beautiful, dare I ask what the drawing is going to be this time?”
“Just you and your boxer briefs, I'm afraid. Everything else goes.”
The way she was looking at me got me excited, and I knew she was going to get a little more than she bargained for when I took off my pants.
“You can have these photos, by the way. I have copies in my portfolio, but you should have some as well.”
“Really? Thanks, that's great. Coach is going to love them.”
“Good, I'm glad. Now get your butt over there and let’s do this.”
I laughed as I grabbed my wine and headed into the other room. She already had her easel set up and was ready for the drawing. I pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans. I slid them down and removed my socks as well. Her eyes went right to my cock, which was pushing tight against my shorts. The moment was too erotic for me; I couldn’t help being rock hard. All I wanted at that moment was to be inside Natalie, and I was being forced to undress in front of her. I had the urge to bend her over the easel and release the tension that was building inside my body.
She blushed a deep red, and tried to meet my gaze. I noticed she had a hard time doing it. I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She tried to focus on placing her paper where it needed to go, and getting her pencils ready.
She began the drawing, and I watched her as she focused on the task before her. Her eyes fell on my cock far more often than I believed was necessary in order to complete the drawing. It was interesting to watch her zone completely out as she turned lines into the human form. We took a break once she had the initial outline done, and I went to have a look. She was sitting down at the easel and I looked over her shoulder.
“Are you going to draw me hard?”
She gasped as I said it, and she whispered, “I'm going to draw what I see, Jet.”
I started kissing the back of her neck and she moaned as my hands found their way to her breasts and I squeezed them. Her nipples were hard and I squeezed them between my fingers. She groaned, and it made my cock push harder against my shorts. She got up from the easel and turned to me. We embraced immediately, and my mouth was on hers instantly. We kissed passionately as my fingers fumbled with her jeans. I needed her now, not later, and I was going to have her. She didn't try to stop me when I pulled her jeans down, allowing her to step out of them. I touched her pussy through her panties and won another moan. She was wet right through her panties, and it just about drove me nuts. I pulled her shirt over her head and took off her bra. My mouth found her nipple and I sucked on it hard. Her head went back, and I knew that if I didn't have her now I would lose my mind. I slid down my boxers and turned her around bending her right over the easel. He bum was high in the air, and that image was burned into my head forever from that moment on.
“Oh, Jet,” she moaned.
I plunged inside her as she cried out. I pumped her pussy, loving how moist and hot she was. She continued to cry out in pleasure, and I closed my eyes every time my cock slid deep into her. Oh yes, this was good. Probably my favorite time ever. This girl was just making every one of my fantasies come true. I continued pumping inside her faster until I could feel her squeezing me from inside. I knew she was about to orgasm.
“Are you going to cum, baby?”
She couldn't even respond. The pleasure just burst through her body as she cried out, her body shuddering beneath me. I filled her up with me right after, and almost collapsed on top of her from my own orgasm. God, she felt incredible.
I bent over her, still inside, and I kissed her back over and over again. “I needed that, sweetheart. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too, Jet.”
I pulled out from her and we both went to the bathroom to clean up before we resumed the project. My cock was still tight within my boxers and I felt I could go round two if we didn't have the drawing to finish.
Her face was flushed as she resumed her drawing, but there was a smile there that I doubted she could wipe off even if she wanted to. She was so sexy it almost killed me to stay in place while she finished.
I wondered what she thought of when she drew, because it was quite obvious that when she began to draw she was no longer in the room with me. Her eyes sort of glazed over and she drifted off into another world. Did she think of me when she was drawing? Especially since I was her subject of choice that particular day, or did she think of someone else entirely? Did her ex ever pop in her mind as she drew lines that resembled the male form?
I would like to think that one day I could wipe his image from her mind completely, so that she would never have a need to think of him again. That was my hope, because considering what little I knew about him, I would never want her to miss a guy like that, but instead be with someone that made her grateful that she was no longer with him.
Maybe she didn't think about people at all. It was possible that when she drew that she imagined places instead of bodies, or maybe her mind went to superficial areas and she thought of last night’s episode of Law & Order or The Office. Did she think about what she was cooking for dinner that evening or what homework she had to do? Was it at all possible that she thought of me just as much as I thought of her? The girl was a mystery, and one that I thought I may never be able to figure out, but one thing was for certain, and that was that I wanted to figure her out. I wanted to know about the things that went through her mind. I wanted to know everything.
What made her happy? Yes, that was very important, and I needed to know that part of her. What made her tick, and what would push her away from me? That was the last thing I would ever want. I had finally won over the little vixen; the last thing I wanted to do was to lose her.
Those were the thoughts that pored through my head as she sat there in silence drawing me. When she finally looked up to let me know she was finished, she smiled in a way that made me think I might be the luckiest guy in the world.