Drawing each other [MF]

Around when I had just turned twenty, my friend Kelly and I were working on becoming better artists, and we would sit together to practice drawing things pretty regularly. We were both pretty quiet, and we were comfortable sitting still together while we worked for a long time. For reference, I am 5’9″, skinny, and Kelly is 5’5″, slim with shoulder-length sandy blonde hair. Some days, we’d draw each other drawing each other, sometimes, we’d model a hand or a foot to improve our skills. We got really good at things like flowers, but our human figures sucked.

Then one day, Kelly asks me, “So…this is kind of awkward, but you know what would really help our anatomy skills?” I kind of had a feeling where this was going, had thought about it myself but didn’t want to ask.

“What’s that?” I asked, playing dumb.

“Nude modeling.” I turned my head to her suddenly, and she blushed and giggled.

“How so?” I asked.

“I’ve tried drawing references from the Internet, but everything just looks flat.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I’ve done the same thing.”

“What would you say to–” she scrunched up her face and blushed a little, “modeling for each other sometime?”

I looked down at the ground. The thought of her getting naked in front of me made me feel a bit fluttered. We would basically be staring at each other for an hour or so. I’d never even seen her in a bikini before. I laughed and tried not to show I was excited by the idea. “I think that’s fine.” I said.

She feigned seriousness, “For artistic purposes.”

“Yeah, of course.”

So we set up a time on a Saturday morning, brewed some tea, and went into the living room where I’d set up a little drawing space. We had decided we’d draw each other at the same time for a few warm ups, and then we’d take some where one would hold a pose while the other drew. Our reasoning was so that neither one would be nude longer than the other one was. We were being really awkward, and that just kind of made sense to us.

So the moment of truth came when we had to get nude.
“Let’s just go together,” Kelly said, grasping the end of her shirt.
We pulled our shirts off. She was wearing a red bra, and I tried not to stare. She had smaller B-cup breasts. She saw me look away. “Don’t get nervous on me!” she said, “Or you’ll make me nervous, too!” We both laughed nervously. “Don’t be afraid to look. The whole point of this is that we’re looking at each other.”

I turned to look at her and saw her eyes running up and down my torso. I felt myself getting hard and began to panic about whether she would be uncomfortable if I had an erection. “Do you not want to do this?” she asked.

“It’s fine,” I said, “I guess you always get that feeling of excitement when you see someone getting naked, even if it’s not a sexual situation.”

“Yeah,” she said, “I have butterflies, too.” She giggled. “I guess we’ll just work through it.”

“Yeah,” I smiled. Maybe being naked without sex wasn’t such a great idea. Maybe I’d have to just sit and keep my damn dick from poking up all morning. Just here for drawing, just like normal.

“Okay,” she said, “Taking off my bra now.” She shook her head and pretended to be annoyed, “You’re allowed to look.” She reached behind her back and took off her bra. Her breasts looked better than I could have imagined. Perfectly shaped, round, and very firm. She had round little button nipples and small, pink areolas.

My damn dick poked up. Kelly was standing in front of me topless, and she was gorgeous.

“Ohhh-kay,” I said, “You ready for pants?”

“I am if you are,” she said. We unbuttoned. Unzipped. I could see the waistband of her panties. My erection was getting out of control.

“Uh, listen,” I said, “Biologically, I may–”

She laughed, “Uh, yeah, I can already tell.”

I went a little white. I looked down, and yep, my dick was visibly hard under my boxers where my pants were unzipped. “Are you okay about it? It’s just the butterflies in my stomach, too.”

“Ha, ha! Looks like the butterflies aren’t just in your stomach!” she laughed.

Finally, I felt less serious about it, and I laughed, too. “Okay, let’s do this.”

We both pulled off the rest of our clothes at the same time. Her pubic hair was this cute little tuft above her innie vagina. I looked up at her face and saw she was staring at my cock. It was raging hard. She inhaled a little nervously. I could tell she was dealing with the butterflies, too.

So we agreed to take a little time to loosen up, we turned on some music, drank a little tea, she danced a little to release some tension, and pretty soon the sexual angst had passed. We were just there to do some drawing, for mutual benefit. Even my dick calmed down after we got comfortable. We sat down to draw each other, did some quick sketches to warm up, and started comparing notes about some things we were noticing. I pointed out how I had never noticed how sharp the angle is between the female upper torso and waist, and she realized she’d been shaping the male rib cage incorrectly all along.

When it was her turn to sit for a longer pose, she sat down, leaned her head back, rested back against her arms. Her pose really accentuated her breasts, much to my eager eyes. We talked while I worked. As I drew her, my dick would poke back up now and again.
She noticed once, and said “Looks like the butterflies are getting back in your cock.”

Her mentioning my cock only made it stick up a little higher, and she laughed again.

I finished the drawing. It wasn’t great. I had been a little distracted.
It was my turn to pose, so I stretched my legs out to the side, and leaned on my left arm. I adjusted my thighs until my dick wasn’t boxed in. I turned my head so I wasn’t looking at her. If I saw her eyes go to my dick, I knew I’d get hard again.

She worked on her drawing in silence for a little while, shaping out the figure. After about ten minutes, she made a face and said, “Would it — Could –” She stammered a little. “I’d kind of like to draw it up.”

I leaned my head back and laughed. She did, too. “Is that okay?” she asked.

“If you want,” I said, a little shyly.

“You can stare at my boobs if it helps,” she said, propping one up with her hand. She teased a little, “Look at this sexy, naked boob!” and she pinched her nipple.

It didn’t take much encouraging. My dick perked up with an air of indignance, as if to say I told you so. I stroked it a couple of times to make it stand up all the way. All of the sexual tension immediately had returned to the room.

“Damn,” she said, coyly. “Impressive.”

She started asking me questions about it. Is it difficult to keep it hard without touching it? It’s really thick, isn’t it?

Looking at her, sitting naked and staring at my cock for a few minutes was driving me insane. It wasn’t long before she noticed something else. “Aw, a little precum?” I looked down. Yep, a drop was forming on the tip. “Looks like someone really wants to go.”

I turned back to look at her, and what I saw took my breath away. Kelly had reached her hand down and was teasing her clit. She held her breath and rubbed herself a little bit, still looking at my cock. She let out a sigh. Her hand moved in a slow circle as she whispered,
“Well, now what do we do?” She seemed to be genuinely asking.

I brought my hand back to my dick and stroked it slowly. “Let’s…put away this drawing stuff.”

She seemingly didn’t need much encouragement either. She got up from her seat, and laid down next to me on the carpet, looked at me for a moment, touched my hand and said “Let’s trade places.”

The next moment, her hand was on my cock and my fingers were on her clit. She pinched up the now-large drop of precum off my tip and rubbed it between her fingers. With my other hand, I started to explore her breasts, squeezing especially her round nipples.

She whispered in my ear that she had really started getting wet when I drew her, imagining my hands on her body. I told her I had wanted to get my hands on her body since she took off her shirt.

She moved my hand and started to rub my cock against her pussy. “Damn,” she said, “You feel so good.”

I kissed her neck, and she moaned. We kissed and felt each other for some time. She curled down and sucked my cock a little. It felt so good, I rolled my eyes. I looked at her ass. I couldn’t believe I was lying here like this with Kelly. I wanted her so bad, and I knew after the morning we’d had that I wouldn’t last long.
She brought her head back up, and still lying on our sides facing each other, she pulled my dick inside her pussy. I had never had sex like that. It was so different and so passionate, or faces so close to each other, her breasts and ass in my hands. She reached around and grabbed my butt, too, and we began to thrust our hips together. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth and moaned “Oh, fuck.”
She wasn’t going to last too long either with all that anticipation. She tensed, held me close and had a big, quivering orgasm. She gasped for breath. She pulled me out and rubbed me roughly with her hand. The tip of my cock bounced against her belly, and I couldn’t handle it any more. I spurted all over her stomach, my stomach, the carpet. It was a lot.

Kelly’s looked surprised. “Wow, looks like someone really DID need to go,” she whispered. She stroked my cock a little more as it relaxed.

We cleaned up and talked about it. Turned out that, while she wasn’t planning on things to go the way they did, she had thought about it before and decided she wouldn’t mind if they did.

We met up a few more times without clothes, sometimes to draw, sometime not to draw. We had a lot of fun. She started dating someone about four months later, and our drawing sessions, nude and non, ended around that time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aw2phc/drawing_each_other_mf

11 comments

  1. Nice story. It feels very real. It is god to read ones like this. Thanks

  2. Tbh her dating someone after four months of that kinda pisses me off lol

  3. Just by reading your stories makes my dick throb… that’s intense man! Lucky you

  4. Darn it guy, now I got to go watch Titanic again… very time consuming.

  5. Damn.. teenage me watched The Scene in Titanic s dozen times.. this was way way better.

  6. First time responding to one of these but I loved this story and was sad to see that it ended. I met my girlfriend at her life drawing group she runs. She models as well and has since got me too. But we draw each other all the time. So as an artist who met another artist in a semi similar way this was a fun story to read. Keep drawing.

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