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Artist -- Chapter 3

Date: 4/27/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Charlotte_, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

"Ah, here you are, Jane, I've been looking for you for weeks!" I looked up to see the strawberry blonde from the park. The park I had been avoiding for two weeks. The girl I'd been avoiding. Her smile was mysterious, like the Mona Lisa's. Her accent was impossible to place, sort of French with a little British and maybe a little Swedish intonation. She smelled of fresh cut grass and flowers. "You don't like the other part of the park any more?" I blushed crimson. I'd felt too guilty to go back after that day. That night, I had been disappointed by my husband for the first time. I'd spent the next few weeks trying to get interested in him, but I felt distant, distracted. He was beginning to question my excuses, my being tired every night. I was too tired even to fake orgasms. What had I done? I found my voice, or at least my whisper. "No, I just needed a change in scenery." She hesitated. "Was Marie too much for you? She can be a little ... direct." She smiled languorously at me. I turned even redder and looked away. "No, I just, um, had second thoughts." Actually, I had had hundreds, no, millions of thoughts. What was I thinking, having sex with a stranger? A woman? What was wrong with my husband? What was wrong with me? Why was I thinking about the artist all day? Why was I thinking about the blonde currently standing over me all day? "I can imagine. Marie can make thinking ... difficult." "Marie? Is that her name? She was incredible, an artist sexually as well as ... drawing." "I could see from her drawings a big change in you." "I'm sorry?" She laughed, gently. "You look different now than you do in her drawings of you from before she took you to her studio. And, of course, the after picture is very different." She gave me a tentative smile. Would I never stop blushing? I looked at her face. She was staring at me, almost as if trying to see that sated-and-aroused look in my eyes. "May I sit here with you?" I swallowed. "Yes. I guess so. What's your name?" "Elizabeth." She pronounced it almost like "Eleezabet". She sat with me, not too close but close enough that I was aware of her breathing. Of the scent of her hair. Of her breasts rising as she breathed. Of her nipples barely visible through her pale green silk top, peeking out under the lapels of her blazer. "Marie, she can be so infuriating. One day all she wants is to draw me. The next day she is using me as bait. Sometimes she will make love with me, but usually she just wants to watch me with someone else." She was blushing, too. "I would watch you." I couldn't believe I was saying this. "I mean, if you would let me. If you wanted me...." I looked away. "To watch you, I mean." She took my hand, brought it to her lips. "I would want you to do more than watch." I could hardly breathe. "I've been imagining touching you since ... since I first saw you last summer." She smiled, shyly. "I know. I've been posing for you as much as for Marie." I stared at her. "How did you know?" "I could see you ...