Rebecca looked thoughtfully out the window of her south-end apartment. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden haze over the city. She sighed deeply as she mentally kicked herself for watching for a woman who wasn't going to appear. "She'll be here," she grumbled. "And even if she doesn't show up, what do I care?" She did care and she hated herself for it.
Still she watched the busy street below and waited for some sign of the woman who had developed a strange hold over her. "Ugh!" she screamed in frustration. "What am I doing? She's not even late yet."
"I have to be the biggest weenie on the planet," she admonished herself as she brushed her short golden locks off her furrowed brow. She then wiped now sweaty palms on her khaki shorts. She couldn’t help herself. Tess was coming.
Tess, the model she had hired to sit for her, came every Thursday at 6:30. Rebecca had hired the tall raven-haired beauty against her better judgment. Tess wasn't what she’d been looking for. But she took one look into those amazing blue eyes and all her common sense went right out the window. She could always hire a different model later. She had to capture this statuesque beauty on canvas.
Unfortunately for Rebecca it wasn't all she wanted. She didn't understand what was wrong with her. Over the years she had painted dozens of beautiful women and her libido never interfered before. There was something about Tess that got to her. Of course she probably shouldn't have asked Tess to pose in the nude. But nudes were her specialty. Rebecca could just kick herself for her lack of control. This had never happened to her before. There was just something about Tess.
Tess had an amazing body and normally that wouldn't be a problem for Rebecca. Something about Tess got under her skin. After their sessions together, Rebecca couldn't wait for the model to leave so she could ease her tension. As she touched herself she pictured what it would be like to touch the raven-haired woman.
A knock on her apartment door brought the young blonde out of her musings. Glancing quickly at her watch she found that it was almost 6:30. Her heart began to race as she jumped down from her perch. She started to race towards the door stopped herself so she could steady her breathing. She centered herself and tried to appear normal. Feeling somewhat confident and a little less like a total weenie, she opened the door.
Rebecca felt her heart skip a beat as she was greeted by the vision standing in her doorway. Mustering all her inner strength she smiled up at the woman who stood a good half-foot taller than her. "Hey there," she uttered quickly, hoping that she sound nonchalant.
"Hi, Rebecca." Tess greeted her with a brilliant smile as she stepped into Rebecca's small apartment.
"Everything’s set up," Rebecca offered as she closed the front door.
Tess nodded as she stepped into the area that Rebecca used as her studio. While she stepped behind the screen to disrobe, Rebecca felt her mouth go dry as she ran a shaky hand through her platinum blonde locks. Feeling a need to redirect her attention, Rebecca went over to her easel and nervously checked her brushes and paints.
Rebecca finally managed to steady herself just as Tess stepped out clad only in a short red silk robe. "Where do you want me?" Tess asked in her deep sensual voice.
Rebecca chuckled slightly to herself as she thought, ‘Oh, if you only knew.’
"Over there, same as last time," Rebecca instructed her, smiling at her inner thoughts.
"You have a beautiful smile," Tess commented unexpectedly as she disrobed and lounged on the brass bed.
Rebecca felt the blush creeping across her features. She cleared her throat as she watched the object of her affection toss her long black hair back. "Thank you," Rebecca finally managed to say. Shaking her head slightly she cleared the erotic thoughts from her mind. The artist took over as she drank in the view before her.
"You can relax for a little while. The sun’s still up," Rebecca explained as she mentally made notes on the scene before her. She had chosen to have Tess pose on her bed underneath the old floor to ceiling window that she convinced her landlord to keep in. She lifted the cloth covering the painting and looked at it. She sighed as she realized that it was almost complete. There was just something missing. She couldn't quite place it
but there was definitely something missing.
Rebecca had spent most of the past couple of hours filling in the small details. The work was almost complete except for one element that eluded her. Working on the minor details allowed her thoughts to wander. The moonlight cascading down highlighted Tess' jet-black hair and chiseled features and caused Rebecca's heart to race as she felt her stomach tightening.
"You can relax for a moment," Rebecca said absently. Tess flashed a bright smile at her as she stretched out, loosing her muscles. Rebecca's green eyes widened at the sight. As she watched the model raised her arms above her head, giving Rebecca a view of the other woman's perfect breasts. ‘If I wasn't already gay, I would certainly convert after seeing this,’ she thought as she quickly averted her gaze.
"How’s it going?" Tess questioned her.
"Almost finished," Rebecca answered, turning her attention back to the painting.
"Oh," Tess responded with a slight grimace.
"What is it?" Rebecca asked in an effort to make conversation.
"I'll miss sitting for you, that's all," Tess answered with a hint of sadness.
"I'll be happy to recommend you to some other artists," Rebecca replied, knowing that she too was regretting the eventuality. Unfortunately it would probably be tonight.
"That's not what I meant," Tess muttered softly.
Rebecca looked up quickly to see Tess staring out of the window. She could see the model’s reflection in the glass and found herself troubled by the dark look on her face. Tess lifted her head slightly, her eyes moving upward. Rebecca followed the path of those beautiful blue eyes. Across the night sky she saw what had captured Tess' attention. The shooting star blazed brightly just before fading into the twilight.
Before she could stop herself she made a wish. ‘You, I wish for you, Tess.’ Shaking her head quickly she kicked herself for the frivolous thought. "Fool," she admonished herself. She should have wished for something more important, like world peace.
Tess glanced over at her quickly, a troubled look clearly written on her face. "Not you," Rebecca explained quickly as she flashed a nervous smile. "Me," Rebecca tried to clarify. There was something in the way Tess was looking at her that stopped her.
Grabbing her brush she went to work quickly. "Don't move," Rebecca instructed Tess as she tried to capture the look she was receiving. Rebecca could see it in Tess’ eyes, her skin burned from the other woman's gaze. The look she was receiving was pure desire. Her hands took on a mind of their own as she worked, her attention divided between the canvas and the beautiful woman sitting before her.
Unaware of how much time had passed, she kept working until she knew she had reached that moment nothing more could be done. The work was finished. As she gazed upon it fully for the first time, she gasped as she realized what had always been there. The painting was erotic. There was no other way to describe it. "It's finished," she stammered as her entire being craved the object she had just created.
Finally she managed to look over at the sullen model. Tess hung her head slightly. Rebecca felt a slight chill run through her as the model refused to look up. "I guess that's it, Tess," Rebecca finally managed to say.
"What was it before?" Tess asked solemnly.
"Before, when you called yourself a fool," Tess muttered. "What were you talking about?"
"Oh, that," Rebecca responded casually, trying not to let the other woman know what she was feeling. "It's silly."
"Well, I saw a shooting star " Rebecca began slowly as she tried to choose her words carefully. She didn't want to lie but she certainly wasn't prepared to tell Tess the honest truth. " I made a wish. It just kind of slipped out and it was, well, silly."
"Oh," Tess smiled slightly, finally looking up at the artist. "I did the same thing."
"Yeah." Tess chuckled slightly. "So we’re done then?"
"Yes," Rebecca answered. "Would you like to see it?"
Rebecca's breathing ceased momentarily as she watched Tess' beautiful form rise up off the bed. Tess seemed to float across the room. Her nipples grazed Rebecca's arm as she stepped past her. Rebecca inhaled sharply as her eyes fluttered shut. "Oh my," Tess breathed out.
Slowly, her nerves on edge, Rebecca opened her eyes and turned towards the model. She hadn't stopped to think when she gave Tess the chance to look at her work. Tess was seeing for the first time how Rebecca saw her. Rebecca swallowed hard, unable to read the other woman's expression.
"It's so passionate," Tess finally said with bright smile.
Rebecca blew out a breath as she relaxed. "For a minute there I was afraid that you’d be offended." Rebecca said.
"Not at all," Tess said quietly as she turned towards Rebecca.
Before she realized what was happening, she felt two perfect lips press against her own. She didn't stop to think. Allowing her body and desire to take over, she returned the taller woman's kiss. Running her fingers through the long raven hair that she had been dreaming about, she pulled Tess in. Someone moaned but neither was certain who it was. Rebecca could feel the gentle tickling of Tess' tongue.
Without hesitation she parted her lips and granted Tess entrance. The kiss deepened as their bodies pressed together. Rebecca felt Tess' thigh pressing between her legs. As she opened herself up for the model she could feel Tess' wetness kiss her own bare thigh.
Their bodies melted together as Tess began to unbutton Rebecca's blouse. Feeling the need to breathe, Rebecca pulled away slightly as long certain fingers freed her from her bra. "This is what I wished for," Tess whispered hotly in the smaller woman's ear. Rebecca's head was spinning as she felt her clothes being removed. Her hips moved in rhythm against Tess' body.
Rebecca's body began to tremble as Tess kissed her neck. Trailing delicate nips down the artist’s throat, she worked her way steadily to Rebecca's cleavage. Rebecca squeaked incoherently as her mind to tried to process the sensations and wondered just when she had become topless.
"Wait " she gasped. Her body seemed to be driving on pure lust.
Tess lifted her head quickly and gave Rebecca a fearful look. "I thought " Tess stammered.
"Yes " Rebecca managed to pronounce, " just weak afraid of falling "
"Was that a sentence?" Tess teased with a bright smile.
Tess gasped as she felt Rebecca's small hand cupping one of her breasts. "Bed," Rebecca said firmly. Tess bit her lip and led the artist by the hand over to the waiting bed. Tess lowered the small blonde. Rebecca could feel Tess' eyes on her as she in turn allowed herself to drink in the taller woman's beauty. Tess' fingers began to trace every inch of Rebecca's flesh.
Rebecca bit her lip as her breathing became ragged. Long black hair hung down to gently tickle her as Tess lowered her head and captured a nipple with her tongue. As Tess teased the already erect nipple, Rebecca's hips shot up to press against Tess' nakedness.
Rebecca's back arched as Tess continued to tease her by sucking her nipple while strong hands removed her shorts. Clad only in her panties, the artist ran her hands along the back of the woman lay on top of her.
Rebecca began to grind her hips against the woman with urgency. Tess lifted her head and blue eyes captured hers. "Don't you want to take this slow?" Tess asked her as fingers felt their way down Rebecca's washboard stomach. Rebecca stared at her in shock as she shook her head in a negative manner. "Good," Tess chuckled as she slipped her fingers under the waistband of Rebecca's underwear.
"Later," Rebecca suggested as she mimicked Tess' actions. As her fingers slid along silky folds, she was pleased to find that the model was just as wet as she was. Her body ached for more as Tess' thumb teased her clit. Each woman opened herself up further to the other.
They both groaned as they entered one another. Fingers gently felt the other's passion growing, building a steady rhythm as they pressed against each other tightly. They kissed deeply as their bodies rocked wildly. Rebecca could feel herself losing control as her body began to shudder. Her head thrown back, she cried out as Tess increased her pace. Unable to focus on pleasing the model, she allowed the dark-haired woman to take over.
She tried to breathe as she felt Tess kissing her way down her body, teasing every inch of her exposed flesh with her teeth and tongue. Rebecca's hips lifted off the mattress as her eyes shut. She found herself screaming out once again. Tess slowed her movements as Rebecca tried to regain her ability to speak. As she felt her breathing begin to steady, she could feel her underwear being removed.
Tess kissed her way back up the artist's firm legs. Rebecca could feel Tess opening her thighs and was too weak to protest. A warm breath blowing gently across her golden curls sent a spasm through her being. Her body arched as Tess' tongue tasted her. "You’re trying to kill me," Rebecca managed to gasp out as Tess took her deeper. Her tongue licked and teased, tasting all of her passion.
Tess began to stroke her already sensitive clit. Rebecca felt her world spinning and a strange buzzing in her ears as Tess feasted upon her wetness. Her body was covered in sweat as Tess took her harder and deeper. Rebecca found herself climaxing quickly this time, her body arching as Tess continued to pleasure her. Rebecca collapsed upon the bed. Finally she pulled away from Tess. "You are trying to kill me," Rebecca choked out.
"Never," Tess answered honestly as she climbed up next to the exhausted artist and pulled her into a tender embrace. As they held one another, Rebecca felt like she was a part of Tess.
After a few moments Tess kissed the top of Rebecca's head. "So what did you wish for?" she asked quietly.
"Give me a glass of water and a moment to breathe and I'll show you," Rebecca volunteered brightly.
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