“What would you think if I drew you again, using pen and ink, but something different?”
“How different?”
“Like nude?” she replied timidly. “I wouldn’t ask, but I’ve never done life drawings until today, and you are so cool about everything.”
“I’ll do it.”
“You don’t have to. I was just-”
“I said I’ll do it. When? Now? Where?”
“Tomorrow, we’ll be losing the good light soon. Tomorrow morning, but you don’t have to-”
“I would love to. I would be honored. You might be a famous artist someday and I would be your first subject. How can I pass on that?”
“Well, if you think it over and don’t want to, that’s cool.”
That night, both Summer and Bryce had a tough time falling asleep. Both felt their relationship was well beyond friends, but neither had reached out to the other for a simple kiss.
Bryce wondered if Summer ever thought about him outside of their time together. Little did he realize it was all she thought about.
Their boats arrived at the nameless island at the same time. As Bryce stowed the sails, Summer walked around, looking for the perfect spot. Finally, she settled on a flat rock surrounded by tall pines.
When Bryce showed up, Summer was beyond nervous.
“Full disclosure: I’ve never seen a man naked before.”
“And I’ve never been completely naked in front of a woman. Well, my mom when I was a kid. But never someone my age.”
Summer turned away and began to organize her pad and prep her many pencils.
“I won’t mind if you decide not to do this. We can-”
“It’s done.”
Summer turned to see Bryce standing before her, completely nude. She had seen him many times with no shirt and admired his physique, but now she was seeing it all. His penis seemed to be a decent size, but she had nothing to use as a reference.
She could not help but look up and down slowly and then speak quietly.
“You look very, you look good. This is good.”
“Where do you want me?”
In Summer’s mind, the answer to that question was deep inside her, but she gestured to the rock.
“Lay back, find a comfortable pose you can hold for about an hour. Maybe lie back like you are sleeping. We can go for a Greek god look, like Dionysus, the God of wine and pleasure.”
“He sounds like a fun God.”
“Definitely not a Mormon,” she added.
Bryce complied and proceeded to lay on the rock. It took a few twists and turns to get comfortable.
Summer studied his pose and realized there was one adjustment needed.
“Can you move your…your thing, put it over your leg instead of hiding it?”
“You can call it my penis. And yes, I will move it, but if you want to move it-”
“No! You can move it.”
Bryce adjusted himself and lay back to pose. Summer breathed deep, found her center, and began to draw.
“So, we’re clear this is the first nude male body I’ve seen. And yes, I’m a little freaked out.”
“Can I ask some personal questions?” he asked.
“Well, you got naked for me; the least I can do is answer questions.”
“So, I’ll assume you are a virgin? Have you had a boyfriend before?”
“Three, two in high school, and then one in college. Well, the first few weeks of college.”
“Have you ever fooled around with any of them? Anything besides kissing?”
“I only kissed the first two. Then, in college, a senior started hanging around when I moved in, Ashtyn. Once we started dating, he wanted to do things that were against the University’s and the religion’s rules.”
“Did you want to? Be honest.”
“Yes, probably more than he did. I don’t believe God would create us with such unique abilities to make each other happy and then demand we not do it. It makes no sense–not from a kind God.”
Bryce shifted slightly.
“Well, speaking on behalf of Dionysus, I agree.”
“Ashtyn asked me to soak with him.”
“Soak? Like a hot tub?”
“No. It’s a BYU thing. Soaking is him placing his erect penis in my vagina and then just sitting there. No movement, nothing that is active sex.”
“So, it’s sex?”
“No, yes? I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like much. The students who do it say it doesn’t break the rules. Anyway, I wouldn’t do it, and he dropped me.”
“You are unsoakable. I admire that.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Nope. I kind of had one this spring. But not now.”
They did not speak for the next hour as Summer drew, erased, and smudged her drawing until it was good enough to show.
Feeling comfortable with his nudity, Bryce came over to admire her work.
“Amazing. Completely amazing.”
Bryce kept looking at the drawing and not at Summer, who was in the process of undressing. She took off her top, her bra, then her jean shorts and her underwear until she was standing completely nude.
“I want you to draw me,” she said.
Bryce spun around to see Summer standing before him, completely nude. She had a tall, slender body, and despite wanting to hide her breasts, she did not.
His mouth agape, Bryce could not help but stare while lost in her pure beauty. Her skin was white in the places where her clothes blocked the sun, but she had a deep tan everywhere else from a summer in the sun. Her vagina was covered in a neat tangle of mouse-brown pubic hair, a gentle contrast to the golden hair on her head. Her breasts were bigger than he imagined, but not large by any standard. The one thing that was off here was her nipples, which were different from anything he had seen.
“You’re staring,” she said, somewhat embarrassed.
“You’re stunning.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, with or without clothing.”
“So, you’ve thought I was beautiful all this time?”
“Since the day I fished you out of the river.”
“I don’t like my nipples. They are inverted. That’s weird.”
“What does that mean?”
“Instead of sticking out, as they should, they’re tucked in by my areola. My doctor says it’s from being athletic and not having enough fat in my breasts.”
“How will you use them when you…”
“Have kids? Nurse them? I can make them come out by massaging my breasts or sometimes pulling on the skin. But when I have kids, my breasts will get large, and they will push out.”
She handed Bryce the pad and then went to sit on the same rock he sat on.
“You can get dressed,” she said, “I’ll wait.”
“I think you’ll be more comfortable if I stay this way.”
Bryce picked up the pencils and the pad.
“Kids, you planning on having a huge bunch of kids?”
“No, I like kids, but two only. My uncle has eleven kids. My family has six. There is nowhere to hide. No peace. That’s why I came to this island.”
Bryce was trying his best but could not figure out where to start. Summer could see him struggling.
“Start with simple lines, create a basic shape and gesture of my body, and watch the proportions. Once you like an area, refine it and focus on the muscle groups.”
Bryce was listening to her every instruction because he was doing his best to distract himself from the nude beauty before him. He was terrified he would get an erection and desperately tried to keep his thoughts on art.
“Can I ask a personal question?” Summer said.
“We are sitting here naked; how can it get more personal than that? Ask away.”
“Have you ever seen a woman naked before? Not in a magazine. Like in real life?”
“Yes, I have–my girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend, I guess. Her.”
“Are you a virgin?”
That was not the question Bryce expected nor wanted. He did not need the topic of sex to come up right now.
“I am…no. I am not a virgin. My girlfriend and I-”
“Oh, I don’t need to know the details. I just wanted to know. Well, I was curious.”
Summer could see she was making Bryce uncomfortable and chose to change the conversation.
“Do you have a car?”
“A van. A yellow 1971 Chevy van with a bubble window on the side. I bought it from my neighbor for six hundred dollars.”
“You own a fuck wagon?”
Bryce broke his pose with a laugh.
“Don’t move,” she reprimanded.
“Fuck wagon?”
“Well, isn’t that what it is? You drive around looking to get girls to screw in the van?”
“Well, if it is, it hasn’t worked any magic for me. Also, since when do you say fuck?”
“When my family can’t hear me. It just feels good.”
“Feels good to say? Or feels good to-”
“Maybe both, but I only know it feels good to say. Like, this pose is fucking difficult.”
Bryce stopped and turned the drawing around. It was rudimentary compared to her work, but his proportions were alright, and there was no denying who the woman was.
“I am no artist.”
“I disagree; there is so much to explore in this picture. Your proportions are great. I was worried you would make me have a big butt or a tiny head.”
Bryce’s eyes went to Summer’s perfect ass and then to his version on the page. Pretty close.
Summer looked at Bryce and broke a mischievous smile.
“Wanna go for a swim?”
“Right now? Like this?”
Summer nodded, took off running like her body was on fire, and jumped into the water. Bryce followed close behind, jumping into the calm waters and popping up to find Summer just inches away.
Without hesitation, she reached to his face with both hands and brought him in for a tender kiss.
This moment was far overdue for them both, as Bryce responded by holding her tighter and returning the kiss with greater passion.
After several minutes, the two held each other while treading water and just looking at each other.
Realizing they could stand, they continued to kiss and caress in waist-high water. Summer had lost all her apprehension about being nude, but Bryce was becoming acutely aware of his growing erection. He didn’t want to freak out Summer, whom he was aware had never seen an erect penis, but in this moment, he was sure she could feel it pressing against her body as they remained intertwined.
Summer could not help but feel his erection pressing on her stomach and tentatively reached down into the water and grasped it in her hand. She didn’t stroke it; she just held it firm.
Bryce moved his hands to her ass, grasping each cheek and pulling it close. He could feel her pronounced pubis mons press on him. While his feelings for Summer had grown over the weeks, he had only dreamed of finding himself in this position, but this was real.
Summer’s inexperience with holding in a penis was evident, and her grip was too tight. Moving his hand to hers, he helped her loosen her grip and then coaxed it up and down, trying to get her to masturbate him.
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