Kim Pritekel: Crossing Lines

"Where do you want me?" she asked at length, after they'd both stood there unsure for two minutes.

"Um," Kansas looked around. Where, indeed? She somehow thought that suggesting the bedroom wouldn't be the wisest thing to do. Instead, she told the brunette to sit on the couch. "Let's start simple." She perched on the coffee table in front of Nina, looking at her critically. Finally, she reached up, cupping the brunette's chin, slightly tilting her head to the left. She wanted the waning afternoon light to catch her eyes perfectly. "there," she said, looking at her handiwork. "Perfect."

Nina held her position while Kansas made herself comfortable on the recliner across from her, tapping her pencil on the sketch pad a few times before wiping the page clean with her fist, and beginning her work. She mainly concentrated on Nina's face, not bothering to position her body, as she wanted only to capture the gorgeous features. She was awed all over again by just how beautiful Nina really was, and as her eyes scanned the brunette, she allowed her pencil tip to caress the lines of her face. It only took her maybe fifteen minutes to get a good sketch, but she allowed herself a few moments to study Nina, really look at her, and take her in, giving her eyes a visual treat, while not getting busted for staring, cause she had permission.

Her guilt settling in, Kansas finally smiled, turning the pad around. "All done with that one."

"Already?" Nina asked, leaning across the coffee table to get a better look at the sketch. She took it in her hands, looking at perfect mirror image of herself in black and white. "My god, Kansas. This is incredible."

"Thanks," the teen grinned, proud to be sharing such a private, passionate part of herself with the attorney.

"Okay. That wasn't too painful. What next?"

What next, indeed. Kansas studied her for a moment, chewing on her lower lip. She wasn't sure if Nina would go for what she had in mind, but knew there was no other way to know. "Do you trust me?" she asked. The brunette eyed her, suspicious.

"Why?"

"Just, do you?"

After a moment, Nina nodded. "Yes.'

Kansas jumped up, running out to the backyard, then quickly back again. She held Nina's sari in her hand. Sitting atop the coffee table again, she cleared her throat. "You're sure you trust me?"

"Yes." Nina took in the garment in the blonde's hands, her expression impossible to read. Kansas laid the sari over her thigh, reaching behind Nina's neck to untie the laces of her top. Nina's breath caught as the garment slipped from her body. Kansas kept her eyes on the brunette's face, using every bit of will power she had to not look at her friend's newly-revealed breasts. Quickly, she brought the sari up.

"Lay back," she instructed, covering Nina's chest as the brunette did as asked. Nina was trembling slightly. "You can say no, Nina. If you're not comfortable-"

"I'm not uncomfortable. Just a little. . . this is different."

Kansas smiled, nodding in understanding. "For me, too. You're just lovely. I'm really inspired right now."

"It's okay. I'm okay."

"Okay." Kansas took a deep breath, looking at the woman before her. "Put your arms over your head," she said, voice soft, trying to get a picture in her head that she'd repeat on paper. She stood back, looking at Nina, and trying to decide what she wanted to do next. She reached out, gently moving the sari to reveal a bit more of Nina's upper chest. When her hand retreated, she accidentally brushed one of the brunette's breasts. "Sorry," she whispered, a rush of arousal flowing through her. Nina gasped at the touch, but just nodded at the apology. Kansas noticed that the older woman's nipples began to grow rigid. She swallowed, the nervousness returning.

Nina lay motionless, watching Kansas' every move. She was Gumby, whatever asked, she did. After two hours of furious sketching, the blonde looked at her model, tilting her head slightly, looking for her next pose. At the moment, Nina lay on her side, sari draped across her breasts, the barest hint of her side showing. An arm ran along the graceful natural curve of the brunette's body, hand resting on her hip.

"Okay. Here's what I need you to do," Kansas said softly, her heart pounding in her chest. She had allowed herself to get so lost in her art that she'd forgotten she was looking at a half-naked, gorgeous woman. Now, sitting back from her perch on the chair, it all came back to her.

"Yes?" Nina asked after Kansas grew silent.

"Right," Kansas shook herself from her appraisal of perfection across from her. She set her pad down, nearly a third of it filled from her frantic drawing. She looked up at the skylight above them, the sun quickly waning. "We're losing the light," she muttered, disappointed, as she knew that meant their time would have to end.

"Would lamps help?" Nina asked.

Kansas took in the room, and where the light sources were, as compared to where Nina lay. She shook her head. "I think they're too far away for what I need."

"We can move them-"

The blonde smiled, shaking her head. "Thanks, Nina. I don't want you to have to re-decorate your living room just for my drawings."

Nina smiled, sitting up, holding the sari to her chest. "Okay. I understand." She stood, turning her back to Kansas as she pulled the sari around her middle, tying it off just above her left breast. If she had glanced over her shoulder, she would've seen the blonde's mouth fall open, green eyes huge.

Kansas managed to get her lust under control. Nina had been nothing but awesome to her that day, patient and tolerant of being ogled at while the teen sketched. As the brunette turned to face her again, Kansas smiled, raising her pad in salute. "Thanks for today, Nina. It was awesome practice for me. I really appreciate it."

"Not a problem. See, when you become a famous artist, I can say I knew you when, and I helped you get there." Nina's grin was contagious. Kansas kicked lightly at the rug beneath her feet.

"I guess I better get going. I'll do some work to these, fix 'em up, then come show you. K?"

"Sounds wonderful." Nina walked Kansas to the door, then stood, watching the teen jog across the lawn and hop the fence.

***

Kansas was surrounded by her drawings, lying on her stomach on her bed. She looked from one to the other, comparing, contrasting, remembering. The smile was glued with super glue. Her eyes caressed Nina's body, her gaze reaching the brunette's face. The expression made Kansas' body quiver, her sex clench. She wondered if that was truly what Nina looked like when in ecstasy- her eyes closed, long column of her neck exposed, full lips parted. Kansas ran the tips of her fingers over Nina's face, then followed her gaze to the brunette's breasts, covered by the thin material of the sari. Her nipples were peaked.

"You are so beautiful," she whispered, feeling her breath catch as she imagined the woman naked. Eyes never leaving the picture, Kansas blindly reached for her pencil, tapping the instrument on the page as the wheels began to turn. She flipped the pencil around until the eraser tip was just about on the page.

Kansas nearly jumped out of her skin as a knock sounded on her bedroom door, then the door was swung inward. She gathered all the sketches into a messy pile, hugging them to her chest, yet trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. She glared at her mother. "Why don't you ever knock?"

"Because this is my house," Marina countered with a raised brow. "I'm going out for Dairy Queen. Want to come?"

"No," Kansas barked, all teenaged attitude, and afraid of being caught with her drawings. But then her sweet tooth took over as her mother turned to leave. "Wait!" Marina turned back. "Get me a chocolate shake?" she asked, hope in her voice.

"If you be nice to me, I will."