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A painter’s apprentice (chapter 1-6)

Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Lesbian, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: Artemis108, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

her. In the back of her mind she realized that the studio had gone strangely quiet. Lorenzo hadn’t left, and she could sooner get honey from a milk cow than ask Lorenzo to be quiet. She turned to look and felt her heart leap into her throat. She tried to breathe but merely sputtered. There stood Mesalina completely naked, gazing directly into her eyes… She’d been watching her the whole time… Those eyes could have knocked her straight to the floor if they desired. She was faultless. What stood before her was a perfection that she couldn’t wrap her head around unless she felt it. If she could just lay her hand on a single inch of her she’d feel as rich as the Medici. Her breasts were beckoning her hands like two tomatoes ripened in the Tuscan sun. Somewhere she heard the broom clatter to the floor, but it didn’t break the trance. “Lucca! Don’t forget to blink or you’ll go blind!” Lorenzo’s voice pounded the inside of her skull and jolted her to awareness. He shook his head in mock scorn. “Ruttish little dog, you! You’re becoming more of ... a boy by the minute! She is a sight though isn’t she?” She reached rapidly for the broom and felt wetness in her trousers. Her face hot with humiliation, she began an awkward pretense of sweeping the floor as though nothing had happened. She risked another glance and saw that Lorenzo and Sergio had easels. Mesalina was naked because they were drawing her nude. This must be where Mesalina disappeared to after dinner every night. Presumptuous even for Lorenzo, she thought. Not even he could capture Mesalina. No one could dream of having her. “No shame in looking, Lucca. A feast for the eyes, no? I got her from the brothel!” The brothel? Had she heard him right? “When I saw this one, I knew she was a triumph of nature! A true work of art! Don’t let Severina tell you she’s just the cook! This is why she’s here.” She began to feel uneasy with the idea of Mesalina bestowing something so intimate to a man as vulgar as Lorenzo. Mesalina’s gaze never faltered. She continued to look into Lucrezia’s eyes, her smile as wide as the Tuscan horizon.