Chapter 0 - Brush Strokes

This story is dedicated to a beautiful girl for her birthday.

The wooden floor boards of her New York apartment creaked in vain, their protests unheeded by the pacing woman within. Nicole Papadopoulos was the picture of a struggling artist. Slender with charcoal bangs poking free from her knitted walnut beanie and on down to her shoulders, Nicole pulled her cap-matching cardigan around herself to protect her olive skin from the drafty breeze. Beneath, she wore a creamy, loose tank, littered with paint stains that would never come out. Her form-fitting off-white jeans were the color of clouds on a rainy day, hand-cut at the knees with her own knife for fashion. That same knife carved the ornate wooden symbol that hung around her neck and bounced lightly just above her modest but full breasts.

If only lack of inspiration was Nicole's problem. That, she could deal with. She'd done so countless times over the years. Buy a trinket at the dollar store here, play a vinyl record of the finest classical music you could buy for five dollars there. When things got really dire, she could even go watch lovebirds at Central Park, ice skaters at Rockefeller Plaza, or street musicians down in the subway. There was no shortage of inspiration in New York City for an up and coming, young artist.

None of that was going to help her now. No amount of still life apples could quell the skip in her step, nor any number of antique candlestick props for the thudding of her heart. Nicole was in love! Or at least as deeply in love as someone who doesn't know much about love can be. Who really cares when you feel all the warm and fuzzies? She knew it the moment she saw Zoey Long and felt Cupid's arrow pierce straight through her heart.

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Nicole was sitting next to her most recent painting at the local art festival. In an ideal world, she was hoping to sell it. She loved her art, but she really needed the money. After enough people ignoring her, she would have taken even a little small talk or a compliment. Sure, a few people would give it a polite look, maybe pretend to care or chat about it with their friends, but no one really showed much interest. After a while, Nicole was lost in thought, resting her cheek on her palm and dreaming of other worlds.

"Oh my! This is wonderful. Did you paint it? ...Helloooo, anyone home in there?"

"Sorry, what?" Nicole asked, bewildered by the sudden attention. She stared in awe up at the woman who appeared by her side, the very same woman who was now waving her hand in front of the painter's face excitedly.

The woman was dainty, soft, and pretty like a fairy, and she may as well have been with the way she seemed to appear out of nowhere with such a playful aura about her. Golden locks of hair tumbled over her sun-touched shoulders in soft waves. Her hair, which was clearly cared for with meticulous affection, was the only thing covering those slender shoulders apart from the spaghetti straps of her lime green camisole. A milky white skirt hugged her heart-shaped hips and flowed down to her knees just like the hair that flowed midway down her back. Her heels matched her playful skirt perfectly.

"You painted this right?" the fairy tale blonde repeated, smiling brightly. "It's beautiful. I just love how the colors blend together on the ice... and how the street lights just bounce off it like it's a prism. You are so creative and talented!"

"Uh-m, thanks" Nicole stammered, blushing as she looked up into the woman's gleaming blue eyes. That smile of her's sent tingles rushing down her spine. "That is like... the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me..."

"Really?" the blonde looked surprised. "Well you should hear things like that more often, girl, because your painting is way better than most of the knock-off crap people have around here."

Nicole was so overwhelmed with emotion that she didn't know what to say. Who was this girl, and what fairy tale world did she drop out of? She paused and tried to compose herself. Remembering her plight as a struggling artist, who was indeed, here at this festival in a desperate attempt to try to sell one of her paintings, she wasn't going to let an onslaught of kindness and beauty deter her from a potential sale.

"Well um... it is the one and only of its kind. Maybe you could picture yourself hanging it on your living room wall? It's a really good deal..."

The woman looked at the painting for a long moment as if imagining Nicole's proposition.

"Hmm... no," she said slowly but immediately smiled reassuringly when she noticed Nicole slump her shoulders. "But I have a better idea!"

"Um?" Nicole sputtered, wondering to herself what could possibly be better than paying her bills.

"Nicole, is it?" the woman gestured to the dejected artist's name tag. She smiled and posed so seductively that Nicole wondered if she was a professional model. "My name is Zoey Long, and I would like to commission you, Nicole Papadopoulos, to paint my portrait in your studio! I'll pay you the same as this painting, and if I like it, I'll even double what you're asking for this one!"

"I would love to!" Nicole beamed up at Zoey, who gave her a look that sent a tidal wave of shivers rushing through her whole body.

"Great! I'll see you then!" was all Zoey said but her wink seemed to hold some unspoken meaning. Nicole could only hope.

They exchanged info, and Zoey turned to walk off. Her hips moved sultrily beneath her skirt so much that it swooshed across her legs. Nicole couldn't help but stare, but Zoey caught her almost immediately, tilting her head to look over her shoulder with that disarming smile. Nicole looked down, utterly mortified. Zoey really was the prettiest girl she'd ever seen.

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Before Nicole could think back on it anymore, a light knock on the door pulled her out of her reverie. She blanched, heart going wild. Oh my God, she's here already? Nicole thought to herself in a mixture of glee and horror as she rushed to the door. Once she finished fumbling with the chain lock, the artist managed to open the door.

"Hi! I didn't-" Nicole began, only for Zoey to blow past her, the blonde's fragrance rushing into her nose in a wave of peaches and roses.

"Wow! This is your studio, huh? I loooove it!" Zoey exclaimed, frolicking happily along the line of paintings leaning against the wall. Everything from apples to rivers to the Manhattan skyline lined Nicole's walls. The blonde giggled, turning about in a twirl of skirts and hair.

"It's also where I live," Nicole reminded her, amazed at Zoey's excitement over her humble abode. She knelt to pick up her painting board, a wry grin spreading across her face as she began to mix the paints to make more appropriate shades.

"Oh, I know!" Zoey replied with a bright smile, rushing back to Nicole in a way that sent that wave of fruit and flowers to pummel her nostrils yet again. "That's what I love about it. It's not a lame commercial thing. It's your life... and all these paintings are you. It says a lot about you!"

"I guess you're right," Nicole said, feeling a surge of happiness spread through her as she set up her easel and canvas. Zoey's smiles were getting contagious. "Although I wish I could sell a few more of them."

"You will," Zoey assured her with a look so genuine that Nicole couldn't help but believe her. Zoey took Nicole's hand, stopping her in her tracks and sending fiery embers flying up her arms. "You just have to relax and be you. You're so nervous that I can feel you trembling. Don't be."

"But... I-" Nicole stammered, suddenly unsure what to say.

"No buts," Zoey interrupted, placing a finger to Nicole's lips. "You are a wonderful painter, Miss Papadopoulos, and you are about to paint your most beautiful masterpiece yet."

The blonde looked deeply into Nicole's brown eyes for a moment, then suddenly winked and twirled about to go sit on the stool the painter had set up for just that purpose. Unable to form thoughts, much less words, Nicole blinked and touched the spot on her lips where Zoey's soft finger had been for that tantalizing moment. This girl, Zoey Long, sure had a way of messing with her head.

"Let's set the atmosphere for you," Nicole finally said, shaking her head of the dozens of questions with no answers as she sized up the pretty girl sitting in her home.

The painter moved about her apartment like a woman on a mission, carrying her paint board in one hand while she picked up different props with the other. She hummed a little tune that might have come from one of her cheap classical records. As distracting as Zoey was, this is where Nicole was in her element as an artist. She slid an old table behind her subject and placed two blue candles behind her as a way of framing her, then lit them to illuminate Zoey's golden locks against the dark wooden panels in the background. Finally, she gently helped Zoey turn to the side to accentuate her womanly features and pointed her to look back toward the easel in the most alluring way possible.

"Ready to paint me?" Zoey asked sweetly, enraptured in watching Nicole go about the work of a painter.

"Almost..." Nicole said, once she'd studied the scene for a long moment. Suddenly she realized the finishing touch she was looking for. Her face lit up like a star, and she rushed over to her kitchen nook to pluck a large sunflower out of its vase home on her counter.

"For you," Nicole whispered demurely as she handed Zoey the sunflower. "Hold it against your chest, but be careful. It's soft and full of life just like you."

"Thank you, Miss Papadopoulos, Master Painter of Manhattan," Zoey whispered in reply, her cheeks turning rosy in the candlelight before recovering enough to wink at Nicole again.

The painter grinned, moving regally back to her easel. Zoey had her feeling like she really was one of the old masters of yore now, even if it was only for a little while.

"I know it's hard, but try to keep up the pose," Nicole reassured her lovely model, brush twirling in her fingers. Really, Zoey could move a little if she wanted to, but Nicole wasn't above a little white lie. It would be such a shame to lose such a ravishingly hot pose.

A wink from Zoey assuring her that she was ready, Nicole set to work with her brush. She dipped in royal blues, soft greens, marigold yellows, and creamy whites, mixing and matching across her paint board to make just the right colors to highlight Zoey's beauty. Nicole had been painting for years, but she never felt quite so natural as she did in this moment, sharing her home with the most beautiful woman in the world and just painting for the love of it. Each time she looked up and saw Zoey smiling at her, her heart fluttered ever more, inspiring her to paint better and better.

Nicole's brush slid across the canvas with magical precision, the picture slowly developing before her. What at first seemed like haphazard streaks and twirls became a background, a profile, and eventually a woman. The painter was inspired as if Zoey was her muse. She was so overflowing with confidence, that she took risks that she normally wouldn't have, and to her surprise, everything seemed to work. This painting wasn't just beautiful. It really would be a masterpiece like Zoey said, even if it was only ever shared between the two of them. Their masterpiece.

Nicole felt a glowing warmth growing within her as she watched Zoey gaze upon her with her most disarming of smiles. She looked down and realized that her brush was tenderly stroking through the painted Zoey's hair on the canvas as if she would with her own fingers, bringing the fullness and illumination of the blonde's golden locks to life before her with each loving caress of her paintbrush. She caressed Zoey's hair like that for a long moment, maybe even a little more than was necessary, just gently moving the tip along each strand of her hair. It felt so intimate, so loving, and yet Nicole was unsure if it was also somehow wrong. Fortunately, it also felt very, very right. She continued, giving loving attention to each of the beautiful features that made Zoey who she was. Dipping into new colors, Nicole stroked Zoey's cheeks with creamy whites, brushed across her lips and kissed her dimples with soft pinks. She added eye brows with a quick flourish, and saved the brightest of blues for Zoey's magnificent eyes.

As the brush moved over the gentle arch of Zoey's shoulders and toward the soft slopes of her breasts, Nicole felt her hand begin to tremble uncertainly. She bit her lip and pulled back her hand to wipe at her forehead. She tapped the brush on her board restlessly and took a deep breath, trying to quell the raging fire within her chest. For a long moment, Nicole didn't know what to do, but eventually, she locked eyes with the real Zoey and saw her nod, assuring her that she knew how she felt and that it was okay.

But did she really? A nod could mean literally anything, yet somehow Nicole felt deep down like she knew. Maybe it was the look in her eyes or the way she smiled. Maybe it was just fate or the gods, or maybe Nicole was just imagining her deepest yearnings. Either way, the painter took the moment to steel her fraying nerves and continue their painted love affair.

Painting Zoey's chest took extra care, not just because of the intimacy of it or because of Nicole's lovingly lurid intentions but because of the large sunflower pressed between Zoey's breasts. The petals intermingled with the blonde's cleavage and stretched out on their own, generally creating a complicated challenge for the painting. Not to be deterred by such obstacles, Nicole licked her lips and set to work. Nothing would stand between them in their quest for beauty tonight. Not even embarrassment.

Nicole flew her brush over the soft slopes, like a pilot navigating a maze of twisty passages for the first time. She mixed the cream color of her skin with the deep marigold of the flower petals. She crisscrossed paint in complex patterns. Each swirl, caress, and kiss with the tip of her brush was done with extraordinary gentleness. Each area of the canvass cared for equally as another. This was where Zoey's heart was stored after all, and it was a heart that deserved exquisite adoration and meticulous care. Finally, Nicole dipped her brush deeply into the green paint to add the finishing touch, the stem. With a sudden and quick flourish between Zoey's breasts from top to bottom, the flower was complete.

There was only one last piece to add to the painting. Zoey's magnum opus. While less complicated than the flower on Zoey's breasts, for Nicole at least, this would be by far the most intoxicating, the most tantalizing, and the most embarrassing of all. Nicole's eyes slowly wandered down Zoey's curves, all the way to their final resting place atop the stool. Her most beloved part of the female form. 

The painter stared at Zoey's hips for a good long while, biting her lip. The longer she stared, the hotter the flames of passion within her became, flickering and stretching through her limbs until her whole body was a raging hot wildfire of lust. As far as the historians would be concerned, Nicole was studying, contemplating the best course of action. And study she did until she could barely stand.

"Holy fuck..." Nicole whispered, before finally moving to find herself a stool to sit on of her own.

"Tired, are we?" Zoey asked, giggling uncontrollably. She was well aware of the object of Nicole's studies.

"Something like that," Nicole replied breathily, looking up to gaze into Zoey's eyes longingly.

"Oh, no you don't!" Zoey kept giggling. "You can't stop now. Not gonna let a sexy little behind stand in your way of a masterpiece, are you? Besides, you know how hard it is for me to sit still like this for so long? Very!"

"Okay, okay," Nicole said, placating her muse. "Have you seen it though? It's way, way beyond sexy... there are no words to describe that smokin' hot butt!"

"Oh my God Nicole!" Zoey was laughing now, trying desperately to keep up her pose. "Yes, of course I've seen it! Now paint it please, so it can get up off this stool!"

Taking deep breaths that did nothing to calm her desires, Nicole finally dipped her brush into the pearl white that she'd been saving for this very task, Zoey's skirt. Her brush glided along curves. She was gentle, ensuring the accuracy of the heart-shape with her strokes. She swirled along just the right places that needed a flourish. She dipped onto the board to get more and more paint to create a deep and luminous white that accentuated the fullness and the shape of the object she was painting. The painter blushed deeply, looking up at Zoey to meet her eyes. Zoey's smirk just made her blush even harder, only barely conscious of the movements of her paintbrush. Nicole flicked away at curves for no real reason anymore other than it felt like something that she should do. Much like how her earlier studies were for science, her flicks now were for Art with a capital A.

Finally, the masterpiece was complete. Nicole rocked back on her stool, letting her paint board clatter onto the floor. It was messier than she intended, but this was an art studio after all.

"Finished?" Zoey squeaked excitedly. At Nicole's weak nod, she jumped up in a rush of peaches and roses to see the final product that she'd helped create.

"If you don't like it, I can do it again..." Nicole rasped breathily

"Oh... OH! Nicole! It's wonderful! It's so wonderful!" Zoey squeaked happily. "...Do I really look like that to you? Do I really?"

"Well no..." Nicole began in an exasperated tone, earning and uncertain look from Zoey. "I mean... when you smile, it's like seeing a rainbow for the first time after a terrible rainstorm... beautiful, luminous, and inspiring. You can't paint that kind of thing Zoey..."

"Nicole..." Zoey gasped, pressing her hand to her heart, her dimples bright red like cherries atop her cheeks, her bright blue eyes brimming with misty tears.

Suddenly, Zoey grabbed Nicole by the hands and pulled her up from her stool. She wrapped her arms around her bewildered painter as tightly as she could and pressed a kiss on her lips. Nicole gasped, falling into Zoey's arms and against the softness of her body. Her legs were like jello. She could only stand due to the surprising strength of Zoey's embrace. The pair stood there, holding each other and kissing each other for what felt like eternity. Their love was so passionate that it was like time stood still. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours. No one will ever really know. They basked in one another's warmth, tasted one another's lip gloss and saliva. They lost themselves to the point that they were one. Eventually, the pair pulled back to catch their breath, gazing lovingly into one another's eyes, sharing in the intimacy of their moment together, the moment when they created a masterpiece of love. Without warning, Zoey's suddenly slid her hands beneath Nicole's cardigan and grabbed her butt, totally breaking the mood.

"Eep! Zoey?!?!" Nicole squeaked, her olive cheeks flushed pink in surprise.

"Hehehe... it's only fair after all you got to do," Zoey laughed, squeezing a little harder. "You know that cardigan of your's is such a tease! I kept wondering what does that butt really look like?? Well now I know how it feels at least!"

Zoey pushed her bewildered painter onto a much cozier looking chair, and quickly plopped on top of her, curling up on Nicole's lap. Zoey's smile was like gazing into a star, and Nicole was starstruck. She nuzzled into the softness of Zoey's cheek as the blonde lovingly stroked her hair. 

"Do you take tips?" Zoey asked coyly, pressing a kiss to Nicole's forehead.

"No," Nicole whispered. "But I do take loving gestures from beautiful ladies."

"In that case..." Zoey whispered, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lip. The blonde shifted around on top of Nicole so that she was sitting on her lap, her back pressed snugly against Nicole's soft breasts. Her head nuzzled demurely against the painter's cheek. "Is this what you were dreaming of?"

"Uh... um... maybe..." Nicole gasped, sparks of anticipation lighting up within her. With Zoey's warm body pressed so snugly and intimately against her, it was all she could do to coo breathlessly.

"Just maybe?" Zoey tilted her head to stare, her hair brushing against Nicole's cheek as she cocked a wry eyebrow. "Oh no, missy. I saw the way you were oogling my butt earlier. You didn't look unsure about anything then!"

Without waiting for a response from the bewildered painter, Zoey leaned back even more. She wrapped one of her arms around Nicole's head and tossed her beanie onto the ground, letting the painter's soft black hair tumble down in a wild mess. With her other hand pushed into the armrest for leverage, the assertive blonde began grinding her body up and down. Her back pushed against Nicole's breasts, teasing them beneath soft cotton fabrics and forcing them up and down with each movement. Her face, covered in peach scented hair, brushed tantalizingly against Nicole's cheek. She was so close, that Nicole couldn't help but smile. Her butt pushed against Nicole's lap tightly, sinking in further as Nicole ever so slightly parted her legs. She grinded so tightly that her hips moved around under the flowing fabric of her skirt, creating a chaos of sensations between Nicole's legs. The softness of the skirt streamed against Nicole like wisps on a mountain, teasing her with the silky soft feeling. Zoey's butt wasn't teasing at all; it was on the attack. Her curves, firm from the gym, yet still unbelievably soft, pushed in so tightly that it was like she was filling up Nicole's hips with a hot fireball. Zoey was slow but forceful. She knew what Nicole wanted, and she was giving it to her. Each grind felt more amazing than the next until Nicole felt like she was in heaven. It wasn't just that it felt lovely but that Nicole had been longing for it so badly.

"Oh! Oh my God! Okay... you're right!" Nicole gasped sharply, resting her hands softly on Zoey's hips. Warm fuzzy feelings swirled around within her, lighting up like sparks of joy each time Zoey's body moved up and down against her. She didn't know what to do, didn't want to do anything that might stop Zoey from doing what she was doing, but the blonde stopped anyway.

"Come here you," Zoey said with a teasing smile as she jumped up, twirling back around to take Nicole's hands and pull the painter up with her. Nicole's look of disappointment transformed to confusion and then shyness when she realized what Zoey had in mind. The blonde's hands went straight to Nicole's shoulders, guiding the painter's cardigan to the floor. Zoey looked impish and made a big show of looking behind Nicole to check out the butt that had been hiding from her for so long. She even gave it a swat that made Nicole jump and squeak softly. "Even sexier than I imagined!"

Standing close so that their hips were almost touching, Zoey suddenly pulled off own top with a quick flourish that sent it fluttering to the floor in one quick motion, revealing a pale yellow bra. Her proud grin and the tilt of her hips showed that she'd been practicing that move. Both women giggled as the blonde stepped closer, sliding her fingers under the fabric of Nicole's paint-spattered tank. She was much slower with Nicole's shirt. Fingers brushed teasingly against smooth olive skin and hips swayed softly side to side as she pulled it all the way up. Once she finally discarded it, the blonde stopped to admire her Greek American beauty. Taking in the smooth olive skin, the sleek purple bra, and the charcoal hair that tumbled softly onto shoulders, Zoey bit her lip and smiled.

"It's been awhile..." Nicole said, looking down shyly even as little sparks lit up within her each time she felt Zoey's breasts brush against her own.

"Shhh... don't worry," Zoey quickly interrupted, placing her finger on Nicole's lips to reassure her lover. Her fingertip brushed side to side against those soft, wet lips to tease. "You're lovely just like your paintings. More lovely even. I'm so lucky to be spending the night with you. Now just relax"

Both girls smiled, holding each other by the hips as Zoey pressed close, leaning in to brush her lips along the soft slope of Nicole's shoulder. The blonde treated Nicole with gentleness and loving care just as the painter had done with the portrait just a few minutes earlier. Her lips pressed softly against olive skin, teasing with soft kisses each time she brushed along Nicole's bra strap. Nicole gasped, shrugging her shoulders up in response to the kisses and Zoey moved to her neck, placing a tight but gentle kiss right on the side of it that sent a lustful moan fluttering free from Nicole's quivering lips. The blonde tilted her head to the side to let Nicole kiss her neck too, and she eagerly did so. Nicole's hands crept behind Zoey to brush against her butt as she gave her slender neck the softest, most sensual kiss she could muster. When Zoey moaned in her ear, it was so pretty, so sexy, that Nicole shuddered in utter lust.

Hands moved from hips to bras, sliding underneath them and undoing them. Zoey tugged at Nicole's bra straps with her lips, pulling them aside as she wiggled out of her own. She looked at Nicole for a moment, grinning as she held the painter's purple bra in her lips before letting it drop to the floor. They stopped, sharing a knowing glance for a moment before urgently casting off the rest of their clothes. Shoes and heels were pulled free, skirts and jeans tugged down, panties sent fluttering to the floor until they were both giggling and totally naked.

"You're so... perfect," Nicole whispered, her breath catching in her throat, heart thudding in her chest like a freight train. She stood there, feeling unsteady, staring at the smiling Zoey. Was this real? Could it be real?

"Only as perfect as you," Zoey replied with a wink. She took Nicole's hand and pulled her along to the bed, laughing and looking over her shoulder with a smile as they went.

The seconds it took to get to her bed were some of the longest seconds in Nicole's life. Seeing Zoey's smiling naked form in front of her almost made her want to paint another portrait... almost. She couldn't help but think of what colors she would use for Zoey's nipples when the blonde suddenly interrupted her thoughts by pushing her onto the bed.

"Eep!" Nicole squeaked in surprise. She fell back on the mattress, her black hair pooling out on the soft maroon quilt as she stared, wide-eyed up at Zoey. The blonde pounced on her almost instantly, squeezing her thighs around Nicole's hips and diving in for her breasts. Nicole's breasts were modest but still round and big enough for a nice hand hold. Her pink nipples stood cutely at attention, yearning for attention, but Zoey wasn't about to give them what they wanted just yet.

Instead, Zoey kissed all along the gentle slopes of Nicole's orbs, leaving them wet and glistening from her passionate kisses. Whenever she kissed one, she massaged the other with her hand, kneading, stroking, and ever so slightly brushing against nipples with her fingers. Nicole squirmed, breathy moans fluttering from her lips, but Zoey held her in place with the vice grip of her thighs. Zoey took both of Nicole's breasts in her hands and pushed them together, softly rubbing them against each other. She nuzzled her face between them, the softness of Zoey's hair against her sensitive breasts sending embers of lust through Nicole's core. Zoey kissed each of them, squeezing softly, pampering Nicole like she was at her very own personal... and very naughty... day spa.

"Oh! Ohhh!" Nicole cried out, tilting her head to the side. Her moans were wanton and lustful. Her lips quivered in desire. Her toes curled in anticipation. When Zoey kissed her nipples, she gasped so squeakily that she almost sounded like an animal. The blonde placed a gentle kiss on each nipple, brushing her lips against each before taking one to pull it into a sucking kiss. She encased it totally with her lips, sealing it off completely within the warmth of her mouth. Zoey teased with tender kisses and gentle squeezes with her lips. She pulled gently at that perky little nipple and slid the length of her tongue underneath, wrapping her tongue around it even as she sucked and kissed. The blonde bobbed her had back and forth as she sucked and kissed, looking up at Nicole with her beautiful blue eyes. Nicole moaned again and again, squeezing at the deep red quilt with her hands. Her body writhed with pleasure as Zoey alternated between each of her breasts, treating each like a delicacy that needed to be savored for as long as possible.

"Mmm... you like these, too don't you?" Zoey purred. The blonde slid herself up Nicole's body, trailing glistening wetness on Nicole's belly until she placed her breasts right on the Greek woman's face. They were slightly larger than Nicole's modest orbs but still proportional to her petite frame. "Doooon't yooouuu?"

"Oh my God... they are so hot," Nicole moaned, squirming beneath Zoey's touch. Finally getting a chance to compose herself enough to think, Nicole wrapped her arms around her fairy tale blonde, giving her heart-shaped butt a tender squeeze. To her surprise, Zoey swatted her hands away.

"Oh no you don't! Can you stop thinking about my butt for one second? You're supposed to be thinking about these right now!" Zoey scolded playfully, taking her breasts in both hands and rubbing them all over Nicole's face to illustrate her point.

"S-sorry!" Nicole stammered, blushing a deep shade of crimson beneath the onslaught of Zoey's breasts. She moved her hands up Zoey's back instead, giving her a gentle hug that pushed the blonde's breasts against her face.

"It's okay. You don't have to be sorry. Hehehe," Zoey laughed. She pushed her breasts together and gently smothered Nicole's face with them, reaching down to take strands of Nicole's black hair to rub its silky softness against the sides of her sexy mounds. Nicole's breaths were short and warm against Zoey's breasts, her heart pounding away. She nuzzled against them, giving little kisses. She cooed like a kitten while Zoey kept up her teasing brushes.

Eventually, the blonde moved one of her nipples to Nicole's mouth, and the painter gave it a soft kiss. Nicole was shy and less experienced than Zoey, but she didn't lack in effort. Holding Zoey in a tight hug, the Greek woman plastered a tight kiss right on the blonde's excited, pink nipple. She tried to remember the kiss they shared earlier and treated Zoey's breast the same way. She felt the rigid texture of Zoey's nipple and the softness of her creamy skin as she sucked, tasting it like she would with a wonderful dessert. Zoey squeaked occasionally when she sucked too hard, and Nicole would pull back and nuzzle the blonde's breast before kissing again with a more tender touch. She knew she was doing it right when Zoey started singing her lovely tune again. Nicole kept kissing just like that as long as she could, not even stopping to breathe. She loved hearing Zoey moan so much. Every time Zoey moaned, it sent a tidal wave of desire rushing through Nicole's slender frame. Zoey was like a fairy. Her voice was just so incredibly hot. When Zoey finally pulled back and smiled, blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders like a waterfall of wheat, Nicole looked up at her with a starstruck smile.

"Want some pussy?" Zoey asked with that impish grin of her's. Nicole nodded eagerly, and the blonde smiled back at her sweetly. "How can you be so cute?"

Without waiting for a reply, Zoey crawled up until she was straddling above Nicole's face and then turned to face toward Nicole's feet. Zoey just knelt there like that for a little while, letting Nicole feast her eyes on her beauty as she fixed her hair. Nicole's heart pounded in her chest as she stared up at Zoey, her beautiful butt hanging there like the Sun in the sky. Beneath it, she could see Zoey's pussy. It was the cutest one she'd ever seen - not that she'd seen very many of them. Nicole couldn't imagine there were many in the world that looked cuter than that one. Zoey waited so long that Nicole started squirming as she looked up at her, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. When Zoey finally placed her most womanly of body parts daintily upon Nicole's lips, the painter could barely squeak out a moan.

"Spread out your legs sweetie," Zoey said, bending down onto her hands and knees. Nicole did as she was told. She flung her legs out as widely as she could and then shuddered in surprise when she suddenly felt the whole length of Zoey's tongue lick along her womanhood like a wet, hot paintbrush. The blonde didn't waste any time. She swirled her tongue all around on Nicole's labia, licking up her juicy excitement and giving little kisses all along the edges of Nicole's pussy lips. Moaning and squirming from Zoey's loving attentions, the painter took a hold of Zoey's butt with both hands, massaging the blonde's lovely curves with her fingers. There was no way she could resist it anymore. She squeezed and kneaded and tried to follow along with Zoey's kisses, swirling her lips along Zoey's cute pussy and getting her face wet for her efforts. She licked when Zoey licked, kissed when Zoey kissed, and sucked when Zoey sucked. And she moaned. A lot.

Then Zoey dug in. The blonde slid her tongue between Nicole's lathered petals and dragged it back out, pressing against Nicole's pleasure bud the whole way. Nicole moaned right up into Zoey's flower in surprise. Her hips arched up against Zoey's face, and the blonde caught her by the butt with both hands to hold her in place. Zoey's tongue pushed in again, this time curling deeply as she gave Nicole's labia a tight sucking kiss. The blonde swirled her lips all around on Nicole's delicate petals, licking her in her most intimate depths. Nicole tried to keep kissing Zoey's pussy, but each time the blonde kissed, licked, or flicked against her clit, she felt herself fading away into a daze of pleasure. She wanted to keep licking and kissing, but she wasn't sure if she even knew how anymore. The painter's mind was totally overcome with lust, unable to think of anything other than Zoey's lovely hot tongue painting within her womanhood like an intimate, sexual canvas.

"OH. OH. Zoey! Oh Zoey!" Nicole squealed in pleasure, her arms splaying out wide on the bed just like her legs. Pleasure rumbled within her and her belly trembled as she writhed under Zoey's touch. Zoey was digging her tongue in and out of Nicole's pussy like a piston firing up an engine. In. Out. In. Out. Kiss. Kiss. Lick. Lick. Whenever a new drop of dew formed on Nicole's petals, Zoey licked it up or kissed it with her lips. She was like a demon possessed with an uncontrollable desire to drink pussy... and drink she did. Over and over. Her tongue danced within Nicole's flower until the painter was singing a chorus of moans and then danced even more. Zoey flicked and toyed with Nicole's pleasure pearl again and again until finally, she captured it with her lips, never to let go. Nicole screamed in pleasure but Zoey kept up her kiss, squeezing and kneading at Nicole's butt with her hands. Nicole's trembling pussy couldn't take it anymore. She cried out in ecstasy as she erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm, feeding Zoey with all the sweet nectar the blonde could ever want. Zoey kept licking even as Nicole came, drawing out even more nectar and drinking it up until there wasn't any more to give. And she kept licking even when it was all gone, letting Nicole live in a cloud of pleasure for what felt like eternity, just totally giving everything her pussy had to Zoey and her unending licks. With one last slurp and a gentle kiss, Zoey crawled back up to snuggle up against the side of her gasping lover.

"Oh Zoey... I'm so sorry. I really wanted to make you come too," Nicole stammered, blushing brightly but Zoey pressed a finger to her lips to quiet her.

"Shhhh sweetie. It's okay. You were wonderful. You ARE wonderful," Zoey whispered as she snuggled up even closer against Nicole. She kept her finger pressed softly against Nicole's lips, brushing it side to side as her other arm wrapped around Nicole's head to stroke her hair lovingly.

"B-but-" Nicole sputtered, but Zoey kept her finger on the painter's lips, even pushing the tip of her finger inside ever so slightly so Nicole would suck on it.

"Not buts!" Zoey said smiling. "When I saw your pussy, I got a little carried away. I just had to lick it all up! You'll get to taste me next time. We've got all the time in the world, sweetie."

In that moment, as she looked up into Zoey's loving gaze, Nicole finally knew that it wasn't Cupid that had pierced her heart after all. It was Aphrodite, the goddess of love, who had stolen it and given it to Zoey for safe-keeping. Zoey was her muse, her girlfriend, and the protector of her heart. Nicole couldn't think of a better person to give her most precious treasure.

A gust of wind blew through the window of Nicole's New York City apartment. Candles blown out and shrouded in darkness, the two girls giggled and snuggled for a long, long time.
