Jodie was hesitant, and they had a couple more drinks while she tried to make up her mind. All of Jessica's arguments seemed sound, and the liquor helped case any feelings she had about taking off her clothes.
"Okay," she finally agreed. "I'll do it!"
"Great!" Jessica grinned. "Let's get started right away!"
"You mean, now? Tonight?"
"Sure. I wasn't really crazy about seeing that particular movie anyway, were you?"
"No… I guess not," Jodie replied.
"Then it's settled," Jessica said, reaching over and giving Jodie a hug. "Let's have something to eat, and then get to work!"
They had a couple of more drinks and some sandwiches, then returned immediately to the studio; Jodie watched Jessica set up her easel with a fresh canvas and put out a high stool on which Jodie would pose.
When all the preparation had been made, there was no mote stalling. It was time for Jodie to strip. She hesitated and Jessica came over to put her arm around her shoulder.
"It won't be so bad," the other girl told her. "If it will help, why don't you go into the other room to change?"
Jodie nodded gratefully and accepted the short smack Jessica handed her. In the other room her hands trembled as she stripped down and slipped into the smock. It was so short that the undercurves of her lush buttocks were exposed. She steeled herself and stepped back through the doorway into the studio.
She stopped dead in her tracks, an involuntary gasp escaping from her throat.
Jessica was completely nude.
She stood before her easel with a pallet and a fistful of brushes in her hand. She looked at Jodie's shocked expression, and her brow furrowed with puzzlement.
"What's the matter?"
"… nothing… I guess," Jodie stammered. But something was the matter. Jessica's beautiful, nude body was turning her on, and she didn't know why. She could feel the juices from her heated pussy already oozing between her cuntal lips and dampening her inner thighs. She hoped Jessica didn't notice.
"Want another drink before we start?"
"Does my being nude bother you?" Jessica asked as she fixed the drinks.
"No," Jodie giggled self-consciously. "Should it?"
"You left your bra and panties on under the smock, didn't you?"
"Yes," Jodie said.
"You have a beautiful body, Jodie," Jessica said, switching on the stereo and filling the studio with soothing music. "I'm sure it's what every man wants."
"I don't like men," Jodie said, taking a healthy slug from her drink.
"Oh?" Jessica's eyes narrowed and flitted hungrily over the jutting shelf of Jodie's pendulous breasts. A longing look came into her eyes and she sat down in a soft lounge chair facing Jodie. "Then… maybe your body is what every… woman wants."
"What?" Jodie said, weaving slightly from the liquor she had consumed.
"Nothing… why don't you take the rest of your clothes off now, darling?"
There was something commanding in Jessica's voice that excited Jodie. The dominance in the older girl's harshly beautiful features made Jodie want to please her.
She began to unfasten the buttons down the front of the smock.
"Nice, darling… very nice," Jessica enthused, the words conveying tender meaning as she leaned back to turn off one of the lamps. Her other hand dropped to the dark bush of pubic hair between her thighs.
Jodie's body began to sway with the music. As the smock worked down over the magnificently shaped hips and clung with electricity to the Venus-shaped fullness of her thighs, the lower half of her torso began a sensual counter-balance of motion to her top-heavy breasts.
"My God, darling! What a beautiful sense of rhythm!" Jessica gasped when the smock dropped to the floor and Jodie reached back to unsnap her bra.
Old memories and feelings were not nearly so unpleasant now. The feel of the bra cups sliding across her nipples caused them to harden and push out, retracting minutely with the rapid pulse of her building sensations, then erecting again.
"Here… here, darling," Jessica panted breathlessly, her arms quivering as they reached out toward Jodie. "Let me… take off the panties."
The heat of passion, a long dormant feeling she wanted to deny but couldn't, coned Jodie forward. Now lust was taking over, the etched memories of bodily pleasures that were bad, yet good, repugnant in afterthought yet demanding in practice. The heat of the thrilling sensations overshadowed conscience and reason.
What was wrong with her? Was this a desire for sex that she was feeling? Did her body actually want a man again? Hardly… yet she was feeling something.
Jodie's slowly gyrating ass cheeks tensed at the feel of Jessica's delicate fingers pressing under the top of her panties. Then the panties were gone and those same fingers lightly brushed back and forth across her mound of cunt hair.
"Mmmmmmm, you're as fresh as a virgin, sweetheart," Jessica was rapturous as her hands explored the pliant flesh.
Jodie moved closer, standing on tiptoe, pushing her feet farther apart. She felt the warmth of Jessica's long hair against her bare belly, felt with imaginary expectancy the joys which would follow.
"Oh, darling… how I could make love to you!" Jessica suddenly cooed, her hands gripping each cheek tightly, her fingers digging in the softness.
A convulsive shudder went through Jodie's highly pitched body. Her hips thrust forward eagerly. Words wanted to escape from her gasping mouth, but they couldn't form. She was totally mesmerized by the heat of the moment.
Jessica's words shocked her, yet also thrilled her. Jessica wanted to fuck her. No… she wanted to make love to her.
"Jodie…" Jessica whispered her name, entranced by the perfection of Jodie's nude body, the curling mat of cunt hairs thrusting toward her face, her lips, her tongue.
Conflicting emotions fought at each other within Jodie as she felt the woman's hand on her body, pulling her down to the floor. She liked Jessica, and her body liked being close like this, flesh against flesh.
She yearned to feel the warmth and compassion of another human body straining against hers. She wanted to be infused with the knowledge that she, Jodie Lee, was wanted, desired, and loved to the absolute crest of fulfillment.
Jessica's beautiful nude body strained against hers. "Jodie…" Jessica whispered again, needing no verbal reply to tell the other girl of the mutual need that flowed between them.
Slowly, Jessica's hands went to work. She breathed heavier at the sensuous feel of Jodie's thighs, warm and fleshy to her touch. Jodie neither helped nor hindered at first, her body tensely still, fighting off the violent urge to give herself fully to the rapturous touch which climbed higher and higher.
Jessica was trembling now, her hands sweaty with anticipation as she grasped the back of Jodie's leg and mid-thigh and pulled her body closer.
"No… please…" The protest was soft, her fingers brushing Jessica's breasts, but unwilling to commit totally to this new experience.
"Jodie…"
"Oh, Jess… Jess," Jodie moaned. "I do need it… I need it so much."
"Damn, Jodie…" Jessica let go in a burst of pent-up breath and thrust her hand into the wet darkness between Jodie's quivering thighs.
"Jodie… beautiful Jodie…"
"Yes."
"I want you. I want to suck you… eat you, love you."
"Oh God… do it… do it!" Jodie was on fire now. The suddenness of this contact made her frustratingly speechless, obsessed with a wild sort of fury. The excitement was what she expected. It was the same physical sensation as the initial surges brought on any lover. Yet the lovingly gentle way Jessica was working her, the effectiveness of her passionate probing combining a kindling of spirit as well as the body, was something Jodie had never known before.