"New class. New assignment. Can you give me a hand?" Julie asked, popping her head into my dorm room.
This wasn't the first time Julie had waned my help, and I didn't really think it was my "hand" she wanted. I didn't hesitate for a minute.
"Sure," I said with a smile. "What do you need?"
"Come on down to my room so I can show you what I'm working on." Julie is an art student at the same Midwestern university I attend. We are both sophomores and have lived in the same dormitory since we were newly arrived freshmen. During freshman year I helped Julie out on a few art assignments she had to do. It was mostly on how to figure out "perspective" to make drawings and models look more realistic. The last time she invited me to see her art work though, it turned into an erotically charged photo session with me jerking off in front of Julie, while she photographed the whole scene. I still get hard thinking about it. We hadn't done anything together since that afternoon two months ago. We shared a knowing glance and few sparkling smiles but that was about it. So I wasn't really expecting Julie's latest invitation.
I followed Julie down the two flights of stairs to her dorm suite. On the way down I noticed that she was wearing tight fitting jeans with a man's button down shirt hanging out. Sandals highlighting her always painted toes completed the outfit. Julie was petite, about five feet tall with short brunette hair. Smallish tits with beautiful nipples, which I only know about because of the self portrait pictures she had shown me to kick off our last "art project".
As we entered the living room of her suite she said, "Come on back, I have my new project in my bedroom." I think she mostly said this for the benefit of the other girls hanging around. It was typical for everyone to socialize in the living room, but much more unusual to be invited back into a bedroom. Announcing that this was for an art project was Julie's way of telling everyone else: "Don't get any ideas, he's just helping me do some class work." Right.
"So what class is this for?" I asked as we entered her bedroom.
"Drawing and Sketching," was her answer as she slowly closed the door behind her. Julie walked over to her desk and grabbed her sketch book. She came back over showing me her drawings as she flipped through the book.
"Mostly I've been drawing the typical still life drawings. You know: apples, beer cans, wine bottles, a mannequin's hand, that sort of stuff." She said this as she worked her way through the sketch book. There were also a few trees and flowers she had drawn in the quadrangle. Then she stopped flipping the pages. She handed the book to me and said "here, take a look at the next couple and let me know what you think."
So I flipped to the next page.
On that page Julie had perfectly sketched a girl's crotch as if looking up from between her legs. With just a few lines she had shown the slight bulge of the pubic mound, and the thin lines of the inner lips peaking out. This was not a shaved pussy; there were wisps of pubic hair surrounding the lips and a trim triangle rising above. I swallowed hard. I had seen my share of pictures in men's magazines and also had a few experiences going down on a girl friend. So the sight wasn't new to me. But somehow Julie had caught the image perfectly. This was what a pussy looks like.
I looked over at Julie and told her "I like this picture. I think you caught the perspective just right. Heck, I think you got everything just right." She flushed a little at that last comment.
"Thanks. There are more drawings. Keep looking and let me know what you think."
I turned the page again; same pussy, same angle, but there was a change. This time instead of just the thin lines of the lips showing, there was more flesh peeking out. I studied this drawing for a few more moments, and then went on to the next page. Now the inner lips were in full bloom. Like a flower fully opened up. Near the top of the lips Julie had sketched a little bud for the clitoris now slightly emerging out of its hood. On the next page, everything was the same but Julie had used her pencil to add texture giving the appearance of moisture covering the inner folds of the cunt. Looking at the picture you knew that this pussy had just orgasmed. I was almost speechless, and a little short of breath from looking at these drawings. I also had a hard on that would have exploded with the slightest touch.
"These are unbelievable. Who was the model for these drawings?" I asked. Now Julie's face went bright red with blush.
"That's me," she said. "I sat with a hand mirror on the floor between my legs and drew what I saw. The more I drew, the more exciting it became. You see the results. Do you think it looks realistic?"
"Realistic?" I croaked. "Any more realistic and was going to start licking the page!" This brought a big smile to Julie's face. "Seriously Julie, this is really hot. These sketches are incredible. I don't think there is anything I could say or any suggestion I could make to improve them. So other then being an appreciative audience, what can I do to help?"
"Another session as my subject," was her immediate response. "I want to draw your cock. You see that I'm pretty good capturing detail. I have my girl sketches now I want the boy sketches.. A matched set. I want to draw your penis when it's soft, and then as its getting harder, then fully erect, and if it can happen, I want to be able to draw your cock as you first start to cum. I know I have the photos from our last session, so I could probably draw something from those. But the angle isn't quite what I want. And I want these sketches to have more emotion. I think the sketches of me express my feelings at the time; I want to see if I can capture yours."
