(Author's note: I have already published this story on another site, but it needed a few minor tweaks and improvements, so I did that, and now I am happy to present it here. Please enjoy!)
Donna hurried home after her last midterm. She was a junior at the University of Houston, and after her midterms grades were posted, she was in a mood to celebrate for a change, and it was Friday night, so no class tomorrow! Normally, she was a study maniac, so serious that her roommate Julia would often kid her about it. Once she walked in the door, she was, as usual grateful for the size of the comfy two-bedroom apartment. Instead of rushing to her inner sanctum as she so often did, she tossed her books on the table by the door and called hello.
Julia was already home watching television, her feet propped on the coffee table. Whereas Donna was an art major, Julia was a business major, and they were as different as night and day. Julia was outgoing and social, and Donna was quiet and little on the shy side. Julia was in school to get a degree, get out and make a living, and beyond that, she could care less about business. Donna on the other hand was passionate about art, had taken every course on the subject she could and studied it even when she wasn't studying for school.
They really looked different too, Donna thought as she enviously appraised her roommate. Julia who had gorgeous red hair and pale, creamy skin, was tall and so rounded with curves that she would have looked fat if there had been an ounce of fat on her. She was almost an exaggeration of a woman, reminding her so much of Frank Frazetta's females and those of Boris Vallejo. They were both artists that consistently featured fantasy art portrayed by muscular men and women and though the women were lushly curved, and usually huge breasted, but they always had great muscles too, particularly calf, thigh and tummy muscles.
Describing redheaded Julia as a Frazetta girl would be perfectly accurate except Julia didn't have huge breasts, but with all her time on the tennis courts, all the muscles were sure there. Oh, she was amply endowed enough with two lovely breasts that weren't exactly small, but they certainly wouldn't be considered huge.
Donna was more of an average height for a girl, a long-haired brunette and bordering on having large breasts, but instead of Julia's wide hips, her own were narrower, more boyish in the butt department. Her legs and thighs had always been slender when she was a child, but years of traveling everywhere on campus on roller skates had muscled up her calves and thighs considerably. She was no Frazetta girl, but she turned heads wherever she went, unless she was with Julia, of course, then she might as well be invisible.
Donna had sketched herself in pencil, watercolors and oils often, since getting people to model for you without paying them was difficult. She had many sketches of guys, since men will do anything for a girl, but she had much fewer female subjects to work with. She had pestered Julia often about it, but Julia was firm in the belief that she looked like a fat cow next to the slender-shaped brunette. Donna began to feel almost obsessed with the desire to draw Julia, and she thought about it quite a lot.
Donna had even taken her online and showed her Frazetta and Vallejo's women, and although Julia would admit the resemblance in terms of "big butts", she refused to see herself as gorgeous and desirable, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary every time she walked across the quad. Donna figured that the other girl's self image problem must have had its roots in her childhood.
Or more likely, the real reason was Julia's Southern Baptist parents that would disown her for posing nude. She had pointed out this theory to Julia one day, and told her what would they say about all the boys she dated, and frequently slept with. Julia had archly replied, they'll never know, and just to be sure, you won't ever see one of those boys go into my bedroom swinging a camera!
Donna was pretty, and knew she was, but she knew her artist's eye didn't lie – Julia was drop-dead gorgeous and that was that. If only she could get the redhead to pose for her... And of course it would have to be nude, that was the whole point of drawing Julia to capture that wickedly graceful, athletic musculature and bone structure. Painting or drawing Julia clothed would be like draping a Sears housecoat over the Venus de Milo!
"Hello yourself, girlfriend, How'd ya do on scores?" Julia turned her head to look at Donna as she walked over.
"Great! My worst grade was an A- in that science course they are making me take, and you?"
Julia groaned, "And I was happy with only one C! Well, I'm still happy. I made an A- in one of my business courses, and the C was that stupid Spanish class." Julia stretched, then added, "Made a pitcher of margarita's just waiting for you to get home, and I rented that movie you wanted to see – the thriller one! So we are set for a great night in, unless you want to go out, hit the town, paint sidewalks or something."
Donna grinned, "A movie and margaritas sound great, Jules. Just what the doctor ordered! I'll go grab the pitcher and some glasses while you start the movie."
As Donna walked toward the kitchen, Julia mocked astonishment, "You mean you are actually going to do something besides sit in your room, making page turning noises? Sometimes I wonder if that is just a tape of page turning, and you're really in there just playing with your toes."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Donna jibed back, veering off to her bedroom, "That is, I'll get the drinks after I change into something more comfy."
Julia, thinking that sounded like a good idea, headed to her room to change as well. While the redhead stripped naked then changed into terrycloth shorts and a tee-shirt, she called out, "How about dinner? What do you say to an order out for pizza?" She heard Donna call back that the idea sounded fantastic. A moment later they nearly collided in the hall, and Julia looked Donna over, "Hey great minds think alike!" Sure enough, Donna was dressed in skimpy blue jean cutoffs and a tee-shirt she had bought in Austin. It was obvious from the nipples that the brunette wasn't wearing a bra. That is what comfort is all about, thought Julia, who hadn't worn bra or panties.
An hour later, the girls were both half tipsy, full of pizza and halfway through the movie. Unexpectedly, it seemed to Donna, the two main female leads started making out just because they were sharing a bed. She snorted with disgust, "Good grief! There is no plot justification for this, I mean, just because they are in the same bed, they have to make out?"
Julia giggled, "Hey, it used to be the obligatory shower scene, at least the new trends are kinkier. Besides, don't you think it is kinda pretty, watching them kiss?" She giggled again, "Better than watching men kiss each other."
