"It was David's idea, not mine. Patrons are normally paired with strangers, but the bar makes exceptions for blind dates. We didn't want to do it alone, so we agreed to set you and Rowan up. You've been looking for a way to break the ice with Rowan all semester. Here's your chance."
"Brooke, a first date involves coffee and awkward conversation, not painting each other naked with edible paint!"
"You and Rowan are too much alike. You would never ask each other out without intervention. Now you can skip all the awkward conversations and jump into foreplay."
"Oh my God..." I groaned.
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to. You two can sit and watch David and me have fun," she shrugged.
I watched in disbelief as Brooke revealed her luscious body to the room. She quickly pushed her thong to the floor and entered the box through a glass door on the left. David was grinning as he stripped and stepped into the box with her. I stared at their exhibition in disbelief for a moment, then I glanced at Rowan through the glass. He looked as stunned as I was by the main event. Our eyes met a second later, and a range of crazy emotions tore through me. I felt embarrassed, aroused, guilty, and scared. What if he rejected me and refused to go through it with me? That thought surprised me. It meant I was willing to go through it if he was. Despite the insanity of it, I was hurt by the thought of him rejecting me. Also, I would never forgive myself if I didn't try to have fun with the man I had been crushing on all semester. I was still ashamed of myself for running away from him at the gym.
I cursed under my breath and stood. David and Brooke were already turning their bodies into modern art as I began to strip. I met Rowan's gaze through the glass as I removed my bra and dropped it on the floor. He sprang to his feet at that point and began to strip like there were ants in his pants. I burst out laughing as he fought to get out of his clothes. I knew he was being silly. It was a tremendous relief to know he had been waiting on me to decide if I wanted to do it or not. I gulped when he straightened up and met my gaze again. We stared at each other's nakedness for a moment, stunned and excited by the strange turn of events. Rowan was even prettier without his clothes. His workouts were paying off.
My stomach was turning nervous flips as I stepped over to the box and opened the glass door. A fruity blend of sweet smells wafted from the room. Rowan and I stepped in together and approached the paint table while trying to keep our eyes in respectful places. We acted busy and curious to avoid acting rattled with anxiety. A picture book of artistic recommendations was lying open between the paint bowls, so we gave it our full attention.
"Ah, nice of you to join us," Brooke announced. "Before you start, there is a prize for whoever does the best body art tonight. So try to create something nice."
David was busy swirling bright purple paint on Brooke's tits, making them look like oversized grapes. Rowan and I looked at each other and laughed. We had made it into the box together despite our social awkwardness. I was not expecting to be standing naked with my crush in a body-art box on April Fool's day, but there we were. It was actually a triumph for both of us.
"Nicole, I want to thank you for not running away when you saw this. I almost did, then I saw you were my date. That convinced me to stay. I swear I didn't know David was planning something like this."
"It's okay, Rowan. I feel the same. I would not have done this with someone else. We were both expertly tricked," I sighed.
"Yes," he nodded. "Yes, we were. This is what I get for not asking you out for coffee. Um, would you like to go first?"
"Sure," I nodded and examined the paints.
Having an assigned task helped me ignore the fluttering in my stomach. Each bowl was labeled according to its flavor. The body art book even recommended certain flavor combinations. I ignored that part and picked up "lemony" yellow. Rowan and I were blushing furiously as I dipped my fingers in the paint and began drawing on his abs. I felt tingly as I touched his soft skin. I tried to keep my eyes on my work, but I couldn't help noticing the stiffness my touch was causing. I decided to work higher on his chest in an attempt to ignore how obviously erotic the situation was. I met his eyes as I turned his chest yellow. We were both grinning like fools and trying not to laugh.
"So, uh, what are you making?" Rowan asked.
"Uh, a hunky loaf of cornbread?" I chuckled. "Well, corn muffins, actually. I'm going to use orange next to make them look baked. It's a plan, but it's not a good one. Do you have a plan?"
"I do, actually. Shall we work together?"
"Go for it."
I paused so Rowan could pick up the bowl labeled "cherry tart" red. I watched as he dipped his fingers in the paint and touched them to my left breast. I shuddered as he swirled cold paint over my skin, making my nipple hard and pointy.
"Hmm, that will have to be the cherry stem," he observed, making me chuckle.
We found a rhythm as we painted together. We would tell each other to pause for detailed work. My painting was a mess. The ab muffins turned out okay, but his pectoral muscles were changed into doughnuts at the last minute. Rowan was doing way more detailed work than me. He was making me into a martini glass. My left breast was the cherry. My right breast had lips and a straw painted on it like a person was drinking a martini. Rowan knelt in front of me to paint the glass stem down my lower belly. My mound and hips were at the bottom of the glass. I shuddered when his wet fingertips brushed over my clit, covering it in blue paint. I had to concentrate on taming the rush of arousal that simple touch caused. I was glad I shaved the night before, creating a smooth canvas.
"Sorry," he whispered in embarrassment.
"You don't have to apologize."
I looked down into his big gray eyes as he smiled up at me. He stealthily slid his fingers over my clit again, making me wobble a little.
"It looked like you enjoyed that," he whispered.
"I did," I confessed.
He held me in his gaze and boldly slid his wet finger between my legs, using it to smear blue paint over my swollen lips. I had been hoping he would go there. It was a relief and a thrill to dive into something erotic so quickly with him. I moaned when he pushed his finger into my warmth and massaged just inside my opening. He was making me extremely hot.
"Mmm, that feels amazing. Are we allowed to do this?" I whispered.
"They are," he shrugged and glanced to his right.
I looked over to see David sucking Brooke's right nipple, turning his mouth purple. His fingers were working between her legs, massaging globs of vanilla white paint into her pussy. Thick white streams were dripping down her inner thighs. She was clutching at David's arms and panting with her mouth open. She looked like she was about to cum, and my body ached with arousal at the sight. Rowan felt my pussy squeeze his finger, so he gently worked another digit inside me. I groaned and chewed my lip as he massaged my horny tunnel.
"You are so beautiful, Nicole," he whispered before he leaned in and licked my clit, making me gasp. "Mmm, blueberry jam," he mumbled.
I groaned and wobbled as his warm lips suckled my sensitive bulb. His tongue was gently flicking against it, making my eyes roll back. His fingers moved deeper inside me, opening my inner muscles as they clutched his digits. I hadn't been that horny in a while. I suddenly wanted him to pull me to the floor and ravish my pussy. I watched as David worked Brooke to orgasm. She cried out and shook as he vigorously groped inside her.
Rowan felt my growing need and slid two more fingers inside me. I groaned and ran my fingers into his hair as he pushed deeper, spreading my pussy lips open with his knuckles. The pressure against my sensitive skin was incredible. He fingered and licked me until my knees were shaking. I pulled his hair and gasped as my pleasure peaked. My pussy tightened on his hand as an orgasm stole my breath. The spasms were like a delicious kick as they shook my body again and again.
"Oh God, yes," I groaned as I struggled not to fall on the floor.
Rowan groaned as he tasted my flood of arousal. He pulled his fingers out of me and spread my legs wider so he could get his tongue inside me.
"Mmm, fruity pussy," he mumbled, making me laugh.
I enjoyed his tongue as it lapped into my drenched warmth. He kept my pussy twitching with tingly aftershocks.
"Wow, thank you, Rowan. I needed that. I have an idea. Stand up for me."
He licked inside me a few more times before he stood and wiped blue paint off his mouth. His cock was eagerly pointing at me. I couldn't wait to get it in my mouth. I dipped my fingers into the "vanilla ice cream" white and smeared it on his shaft. His cock flexed happily as I stroked it. I could feel his pulse thumping fast against my hand. His breathing was excited as I dropped to my knees and licked his tip. The paint was delicious. I took his meat into my mouth, eager to suck him clean. He groaned as I stroked him with my lips and tongue. I grabbed his base and pumped him in sync with my sucking, making him tense.
