She put her little hand on my shoulder and asked if I would be her boyfriend. I was floored, because I was crazy about her. Red hair cut in a Dutch bo... style, freckles across her nose, ice blue eyes… well, I was in love with her. “Yeah, I’ll be your boyfriend! I wanted to ask you, but I was afraid you’d say no.” “You’re so silly! Hey, do you want to do what boyfriends and girlfriends do to show each other they love each other?” “Sure”, I said, “what is it?” “Well, first you. Than open you blouse to show me those beautiful breast. I will get up move around the desk and begin to grab your pussy with my hand then put my mouth on you tits. Sucking and biting, yes, I said biting on those nipples. Then I' gonna rip that blouse off and skirt throw you on my couch spread those legs and drive my head between them. Driving my tongue deep inside you and when you beg me to stop eating you. You'll be rolled over on your knees put a gag in your mouth so no one can hear the pain. When he gently pulled away from her it was like reluctantly waking from a lovely dream. He kissed her once more, lightly, on the lips and then kissed her on the forehead as a way of saying good night. He held her at arms’ length once more and looked deeply into her eyes again. This time his gaze was thoughtful, considering. He looked as though he were about to speak, then hesitated and said nothing.Instead he laid one hand beside her face, said, “Good night, Diana. I’m sure we’ll see each other. She resists briefly, but doesn’t last long before she’s splayed back on the table. He nods and surveys her body. ‘Better. There are sacrifices we must make for art.’ Starting at her knees, he slides his palms along her thighs again, gathering the paint in his hands and sliding his thumbs to the side to keep them clear of the pigment. He drags his hands in light swirls along her belly in feathering strokes, leading up to gathering the outside of her breasts in his full palms, leaving the marks.