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Ever since I was little, I always carried a sketchbook around
with me and spent hours drawing everything I could. I was
fascinated with the idea that with a simple pencil and a piece of
paper, I could recreate entire scenes from my life or even create
objects and events that never even occurred.
My dorm room was littered with drawings, recent and from my
childhood. They were pinned all over the walls, and my desks
were cluttered with stacks and stacks of sketchbooks. There must
have been thousands of drawings. As beautiful as they were, none
of them were truly special. They were only imitations of life.
Yet, in those drawings, there was a hint of what was to come. If
you looked at these drawings, the edges seemed a little too
sharp. The colors seemed a little too vivid. The emotions they
stirred up in the viewer seemed a little too real.
I was an only child and my parents were both extremely career
oriented. They were very successful and we lived in one of those
enormous Victorian houses with vast expanses of exquisitely
manicured lawns and a thick black iron gate cutting us off from
the rest of the community. There were very few neighborhood kids
and I spent most of my childhood lying by the huge lake behind
the house or running alone through the miles of woods beyond the
lake. I was almost always alone, but I never really felt lonely
as long as I had my sketchbook. With that sketchbook and a bit
of imagination, I could create entire worlds to keep my mind
busy.
Although I become less introverted in high school, I didn't have
many friends. I was socially awkward and I never felt very
comfortable surrounded by other people. Once I left home for
college, I stopped keeping in touch with my high school friends.
Somehow it never occurred to me to call them.
I definitely did not have a girlfriend. I remembered being
envious of other people as I walked through the halls of my high
school, seeing all the couples necking between classes. I had a
sketchbook devoted to drawings of some of my more beautiful
classmates, including a good percentage of the cheerleaders.
Although some were simple still drawings, most of them were of an
erotic nature. I figured that since I wasn't having sex, my own
image in my drawings would make up for it.
Anyways, I was in the midst of my second semester of college when
something unbelievable occurred. My school work was extremely
easy and I often skipped classes in order to find a quiet spot in
one of the numerous parks and work on my drawings. My college
was located in a large town and the scenery was absolutely
gorgeous.
This particular day, I was leaning against a tree, sheltered in
the shade from the thick branches above. It was a relatively
quiet spot a mile or so away from the main campus. Occasionally,
someone ran past along the pathways, but for the most part, I was
completely alone. There was a soft autumn breeze rustling
through the leaves and I could feel myself getting a little
drowsy and daydreaming a bit as I drew.
The drawing had started out depicting myself leaning back against
a tree half asleep, but as my mind started to daydream, I
wondered what it would be like to have an absolutely loving and
understanding girlfriend who was so sexy and incredibly beautiful
that I would thank God every day for bringing her into my life.
Hey, I was daydreaming so I might as well wish for the perfect
woman, right? My thoughts quickly turned towards sex and I
imagined what a blowjob would feel like. I had seen some
pictures and videos of women giving blowjobs on the Net, but I
had absolutely no idea what it would feel like.
I looked down at my drawing and I found myself adding a woman in
a rather revealing outfit kneeling in front of me and giving me a
blowjob. As I began to add the finishing touches, I blinked as I
realized that the woman was actually one of the girls who lived
on the same floor as me.
Her name was Kristen and she was quite often the subject of my
more erotic dreams and drawings. She was absolutely beautiful.
I had spoken to her on several occasions, primarily about my
drawings. I've found that college girls seemed to like the
mysterious `artistic' types and I've had plenty of chances to
talk with girls over the past few months. Unfortunately the
conversations never lasted very long because I had no idea how to
talk to other people, much less a member of the opposite sex.
But I did learn that she had modeled quite successfully for a
couple years in the City before tiring of the rather superficial
and spiritually unrewarding lifestyle.
She was quite tall, almost as tall as me and I was six feet. She
had a graceful willowy body that almost seemed to float above the
ground when she walked. She was more curvaceous than the typical
runway model, with a nice full butt and gorgeously proportioned
breasts. Her golden blonde hair ran jet straight down her back,
cut in a very modern style. She had very delicate and exotic
features, and I had no doubt in my mind that if she had continued
modeling, she would have been a household name.
I added the last few strokes and something strange happened. The
page began rippling, as if it were made of some strange liquid
substance. The ink started to glow with a pale luminance.
Shocked, I stared in awe, my mouth agape. Suddenly, the ink
flared up with a bright shock of light and when I could see
again, the drawing was back to normal.
I had no idea what had happened, or if I was still daydreaming.
I started to examine the drawing and the sketchpad, when I
noticed someone moving in the corner of my eye. I looked up and
saw Kristen walked down the pathway heading straight towards me.
She was wearing a black leather mini-skirt and a very tight tank
top matched with black high heeled mid-calf boots. I leaned
back, admiring the view. Her hips swaying back and forth were
almost hypnotic. The interplay of her toned leg muscles were in
beautiful harmony with the slight bouncing motion of her full
breasts. The wind blew playfully through her hair, which seemed
to sparkle in the sunlight. I laid my sketchbook and pencil next
to me and waved hello. She gave me a wonderfully genuine smile.
"Hey, Kristen. How are you doing?" I asked as she approached.
"David..." she replied. She smiled again, and to my surprise,
she sat down right next to me.
Without a word, she reached out with her perfectly manicured
hands and started to unbuckle my belt. I was in complete shock.
My mind seemed to go completely blank and my body no longer
responded to me. She removed my belt and started to unfasten my
shorts. The entire time, she was looking straight into my face,
with that wonderful smile. I could smell a light scent of
perfume, and I was starting to feel like I was in some surreal
world. God, she was so beautiful. I could feel my cock starting
to harden, especially when I realized her breasts were hanging
less than a foot away from my face. She had an absolutely
perfect complexion and I longed to kiss her perfect skin.
She pulled down on my shorts and my body reacted by lifting off
the ground slightly. I was in control of my body, but I was
still in shock and I was automatically responding to her actions.
With a smooth tug, she pulled both my shorts and boxers down to
my knees.
She reached out one hand to grasp my cock. I gasped as a shock
of pleasure rushed through my body. This was the first time a
girl ever touched my cock and this was no ordinary girl. I
starting to breathe heavily and the blood rushing to my brain
made me light headed. She caressed my cock gently, coaxing the
blood to flow up and forcing it to become rock hard. She pumped
her hand up and down my cock slowly and with each movement,
little shocks of electricity burst through my body. I felt my
whole body twitching with each shock.
She moved around to face me and pulled my pants and boxers
completely off. She tossed them aside. Spreading my legs apart,
she knelt down between them and to my utter amazement she moved
her head down and starting lavishing my entire cock with long
strokes of her tongue and extremely wet kisses. I felt a
grinding deep in my balls and I almost lost it. With each stroke
and each kiss, I gasped as waves of pleasure rushed up through my
body.
"Kristen!"
She responded by engulfing the head of my cock completely and
slowly taking me deeper. Her tongue was running down the bottom
of my cock, moving back and forth, causing me to go crazy. With
one hand, she grasped the base of my cock and pumped up and down.
I had never felt anything so wonderful in my entire life. I had
imagined getting blowjobs before, but the reality of it was so
intense and pleasurable.
As she pumped up and down on my cock, I finally felt like I had
some control of my body. I caressed the smooth skin of her face
and ran my fingers through her silky hair. I'm fairly well
endowed and somehow she was taking me deeper and deeper into her
mouth. I could feel the moist depth of her mouth and throat
engulfing my cock and I was in heaven.
I reached out and, for the first time in my life, touched a
woman's breasts. They were impossibly soft, yet firm at the same
time. I held one in my hand, squeezing and caressing it lightly
through her tank top. I could feel her erect nipple against my
palm. She moaned as I continued caressing her breasts.
She pumped faster and faster, applying more and more suction.
The spit was rolling down my cock, all over the hand and dripping
over my balls. The sight of this gorgeous woman worshipping my
cock, swallowing it deep into her luscious lips become more than
I could bear.
I lost complete control and with a loud shout, my cock spewed cum
deep into her mouth. She knew I was about to come and took me
deep, determined to catch every drop of cum. She continued
pumping, coaxing every little drop out of me. An intense feeling
of ecstasy ripped through my body and I shot load after load of
cum into her mouth.
My head lolled back against the tree, my body completely limp.
Waves of electricity continuing rushing through my body, as the
aftershock of my orgasm slowly started to die down.
She looked up at me, a little dribble of cum dripping out of the
corner of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and caught the
dribble and she looked like she was savoring the taste. She
leaned back down again and lavished my softening cock with her
tongue, cleaning up the mess.
She reached out, picked up my shorts and boxers and helped me put
them back on. She leaned forward, pressing those wonderfully
soft breasts against my chest. She gave me a light kiss on my
mouth and smiled.
"Thank you," she said in an incredibly sexy whisper. She stood
up and started to walk back down the path.
"Kristen! Where are you going?" I cried out. I tried to stand
up, but my body felt completely drained. And somehow, I think my
body knew to just stay where it was.
"Kristen!"
She looked over her shoulder and shot me a kiss with those
luscious lips and continued to walk away. I watched her until
she went around a corner and disappeared from my view.
Still in shock and drained, I leaned back against the tree in a
complete daze. I felt like I was floating among the clouds. I
kept getting flashbacks of her beautiful face and her lips
wrapped around my hard cock, worshipping it. It was the most
amazing experience of my entire life and I was never going to
forget it.
Without thinking, I reached out to grab my sketchbook and pencil
to capture this moment forever. With a shock, I realized that I
already had a picture of it. The drawing I had created not so
long ago depicted Kristen wearing the exact same outfit with my
erect cock deep inside her mouth. I looked closer and every
detail looked exactly right. The color of her hair, lipstick and
clothes was perfect. The way her hair blew in the wind was
captured accurately. Her eyes, her lips, her nose, her
breasts...everything was perfect.
"Oh my god," I whispered as the implications of this miracle
started to sink in.
I spent the rest of the afternoon lying back in the grass,
looking at my perfect drawing and remembering that perfect moment
with Kristen.
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