Chapter Three
Natalie
My projects were all coming due that week, and I needed to make sure I had a handle on things. I had been getting behind with my schoolwork as Jet had now become a welcome new distraction. We spent almost all of our time together, and in truth, I wouldn't have it any other way. My feelings for Jet were growing by the day, and I was so glad that I had given him the benefit of the doubt. He certainly wasn’t the guy that I thought he was; in fact, he was completely perfect for me. I had messaged him earlier in the day to ask him to come over and finish the project with me. I needed to submit my drawings in the a.m., and I shouldn't have put it off so long. But we had been having so much fun together, and in addition to my obligations with decorating the school campus, I had lost track of time on my projects.
Jet agreed to come by that evening, and I was now in the process of preparing for his arrival. I had put out my easel, and prepared my paper and pencils with it. I had a bottle of wine chilled, and I had informed Julie that it would be in her best interest to stay out for the night, as I planned on seducing Jet after our drawing project ended, and we might end up being a little loud. She had roared when I said it, but then quickly packed an overnight bag and left the apartment. After the fact, I wondered where she was going to spend the night. It hadn't even occurred to me that she might be seeing someone. She hadn't mentioned a thing to me. I would have to interrogate her the next time I saw her. I smiled at the thought; I would love to know if it was the guy we had joked about having pity sex with.
I headed to my bedroom and walked around, picking things up off the floor. I wanted to dress a little sexier for this rendezvous. I searched my closet for a tight-fitting tank top with embellishments, and a pair of jeans. I had on white lace panties and a bra, and I couldn't wait for Jet to take them off of me.
There was a knock at the door, and I headed back out to the living area. I went to the door and swung it open, seeing my handsome boyfriend standing on the other side.
“Hey baby, you look amazing.” He came into my apartment and kissed me full on the lips. I melted into him. He smelled fantastic, and I almost considered having him take my clothes off immediately. Screw the drawing; I wanted this boy inside me.
But of course, the responsible side of me always took over, and I decided to make sure I had my drawing done so that I could hand it in the next day.
“I missed you, sweetheart, and you look so good.” He wrapped his arms around me and started rubbing my ass.
“Down boy. We have work to do.”
“I want to go to work on you, baby.”
I laughed. “I promise you we will roll in the hay, but first we have to get this done.”
“Mmm, sounds good to me. Let's get going on this, then.”
I went into the kitchen, took the wine off the ice, and poured us both a glass. I handed him one, and took a sip from mine.
“Oh, this is a good one. I will have to remember this.” I picked up the bottle of wine and checked out the label.
“Yeah, it is pretty good.” He smiled.
“Okay, let's get to it.”
“What do you want from me this time?”
“Everything off, sweetheart.”
“No, you said you wouldn't make me take off my clothes.” He laughed.
“I know I said that, but I was lying. I need you to take your clothes off.”
“Baby, don't do this to me.”
I giggled. “Sorry. But you have to do as I say, and I want you naked.”
“Whoa, baby, you're going to get me excited.”
“Well, that sounds good to me. I wouldn't mind seeing you hard. Hard as a rock.”
By the look on his face, I was sure I gotten him excited to the point where he would be hard. That was exactly the look I wanted for my portrait.
“No socks, no shirt, no jeans, and definitely no boxer shorts, baby. Now get out of those clothes and let’s get started.”
He went over to his usual spot against the wall in the living room, and started to undress. I admired his body the entire time, and I smiled when he finally dropped his boxer shorts. God, he looked amazing. His cock stood hard before me, and I wanted more than anything to take him in my mouth, and suck him good. Whoa, my emotions were getting completely out of control, and that wasn't a good thing. I needed to focus on the drawing before me, and I had to remember that.
“You look so good. By the way, it's not going to be easy drawing you looking like that.”
“Well, come on over here, baby, and let's do something about it.”
I giggled. I sat down at the easel, unsure of how to start. I had a great-looking boyfriend, and looking at him naked was truly something to behold. I wanted to taste and touch every inch of his well-sculpted body. How did I get so lucky to be able to date someone that looked like him? He made me horny just looking at him.
I started once again with an outline, and kept going from there. I could not take my eyes off of his big cock. Just looking at him brought back memories of the last time we were together. I could barely stand it. I kept trying to go back and focus on what I was doing, but it was difficult. When I finished the outline I went into the kitchen to pour us more wine.
I refilled our glasses and turned to bring them back, and there he was right behind me. His cock was still hard, and I smiled when I saw him.
“Put your mouth on me, baby. Let's just take a quick break.”
The sound of his voice turned me on. I grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the couch. He lay down and I climbed on top of him. Without a moment’s hesitation, I took him into my mouth and sucked him hard. He moaned my name. I swirled the tip of my tongue around his cock while I sucked. I liked having him in my mouth. He tasted good, and it made me feel powerful being able to please him in this way.
I went in deep, until his cock hit the back of my throat, and I continued to suck him until he came into my mouth. I swallowed and licked my lips. Jet lifted his head up from the couch and smiled.
“Oh my God, that was pretty great, babe, thank you.”
“You better be able to get hard again for my drawing.”
“Oh, that much I can guarantee.”
I got up from the couch and went back into the kitchen to retrieve the wine glasses. I came back to the couch, and handed Jet one of them.
“Thank you, babe.”
I sat close to him. “I like it, Jet. I really like doing that with you.”
He grinned like an idiot. “Well, I'm glad to hear that, baby, because you can do that to me anytime.”
I kissed him full on the mouth while I rubbed his cock. I needed him to be hard once again so we could finish the drawing, and time was wasting.
He moaned, leaning his head back. “Natalie, you are making me crazy.”
“Good, I'm glad.” I continued to rub him, feeling him grow hard in my hand. When he was back to being rock hard, I sat up on the couch and sipped at my wine.
“No, Natalie, you can't stop yet.”
“Oh, yes I can. I need you to stay hard this time, so get going. Back to your spot. Let's finish this. Then you can have your way with me.”
He got up quickly and returned to his spot. I did the same by returning to the easel. I sat down with my glass of wine and took another sip. It was a delicious white wine, and I would certainly be buying some more of it.
I continued the drawing by filling in all the details that made Jet who he was. I especially liked when it came to drawing his hard cock. I enjoyed being able to stare at it while I drew him in detail. I had a smile on my face the entire time. He looked so great, and I wanted him now more than ever.
I set down my pencil when the drawing was complete, and stared at the worked I had accomplished. He came over to the easel as well, and looked at the drawing.
“Wow, I'm so impressed. The detail is incredibly beautiful. You just astound me with your talent.”
“That means a lot coming from you, Jet. Thank you.”
“So, you're really going to show your entire class my cock?”
I giggled. “Yes, I am. You have a very nice one, by the way, so you shouldn't have anything to worry about. Me, on the other hand, my classmates will probably fall in love with you.”
“Oh, that wouldn't matter. I only want you.”
“I am so getting an A+ on this.”
He went into the kitchen to pour some more wine, and I admired his strong ass as he walked away. God, I loved that fit body; he was so hot.
I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn to me. He was surprised when he turned to me. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards me. I planned on taking advantage of his hard cock before it disappeared. When our lips touched again, it lit up something inside of me. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. He was incredible in every aspect of the word, and I wanted to feel his cock slide into me. I had never wanted anyone more in my life. I always thought he was wrong for me, when in truth he had been more perfect for me than anyone else. My mind was screaming warnings at me. That he would hurt me, that I would be scarred all over again. But I chose to ignore these warnings, because I didn't believe that they could possibly be true. I was losing myself in Jet, and I couldn’t stop myself. His mouth was hot against mine, and his hands found my bottom and he lifted me up into his arms, my legs encircling his waist. It was one of the hotter moments that I had ever experienced. He carried me into my bathroom and set me down. My clothes came off fast; there were no buttons to fiddle with, and everything just pulled off. Thankfully, he was already undressed, so half the battle was already finished. His hands were hot against my skin as he caressed my breasts, his mouth tasting my lips, my throat, and then my nipples growing hard in his mouth. My hands found his cock, hard and throbbing. I loved that cock, loved everything about it. It brought me so much pleasure that at the sight of it, I would grow very wet. My pussy was already wet and throbbing, desperately wanting to be immensely pleased by his cock.
“Jet,” I moaned. “Please.”
He picked me up once again, and headed to the shower. He turned the water on and pulled me in against him. Hot water poured down my body and I put my hands against his wet chest. The water poured down my back so hot that it gave me chills, or maybe Jet was the one giving me chills. Our lips found each other once again. He lifted me into his arms and slid me slowly down onto his cock, penetrating me deeply. I gasped in a pleasured surprise. With his hands under my bottom, he rode me against his cock smoothly, building the tension inside me. I felt insanity kicking in, and I wasn't entirely sure how much more I could stand. I felt like I was about to explode. He felt good; his girth filled me up completely, making me throb inside. The momentum became faster and harder as he grinded me into him. He was good, and I ached for more. I rode onto him harder, and felt the tension inside me building to the point of explosion. I cried out as an intense orgasm ripped through me, and he continued to ride into me hard until my body built up for a second one before he, too, spilled into me. Wet and sated, I collapsed into his arms, feeling completely fulfilled.
Jet lowered me slowly and looked into my eyes, kissing me softly on the lips. Then he left the shower. I followed him out and we towelled ourselves off. I was feeling exhausted after all that buildup and release. I collapsed on my bed, where he proceeded to spoon me. It wasn't long at all before I fell asleep with his arms around me.
The next day I went to my classes with a smile on my face. Not only had I finished my action art project, but I had also completed my creative writing project. I handed in my action project to my professor, and she looked it over before letting me go. As she progressed through the drawings until the end, her eyebrows rose. She closed it up again, and set it on her desk, turning to me with a smirk on her face. “Gutsy Natalie, I'm impressed. I'm sure I will enjoy grading it, thank you.”
I laughed. “Well, I certainly enjoyed drawing him.”
“Well, from what I’ve already seen, you did a very good job, so you should be proud of yourself.”
“Thank you, I do appreciate that.”
I left the classroom then, and went to hand in my creative writing project. I had completed the story of Jet and I but I had made the ending fiction. I had no idea what our ending was going to be like, but I could only hope that it would be a happy one. That's all I wanted, and I was sure he wanted the same thing.
There were no breakups in my story. No, the two characters in fact lived happily ever after, and that was all that mattered to me. I handed it in, looking forward to what the professor thought of my creative writing skills, as I still had yet to decide on what art specialty I was going to take for my last year.