“Please stop fidgeting,” Lydia said without taking her eyes from the easel.
“I’m not fidgeting,” Kira replied, suspiciously fast.
Lydia took a look at the girls and saw that the light was reflected differently on Kira’s hair. She definitely moved.
“Girls, you volunteered to do this, I could’ve hired a professional model.”
“No, no, no professional model needed,” Malia added, moving a stray hair out of her face. “I’m not even tired yet.”
Earlier that day, they had agreed to help her in her nude project for her drawing class, even after Lydia told them she wanted to do something bold and daring that would make it to her portfolio. What she meant was you’ll have to hold a somewhat uncomfortable position for a long time. Right now, Kira was lounging on their sofa, occasionally eating from the fruit bowl she placed for them before they started. Malia, with her back to her was leaning on her left arm, lounging in the opposite direction Kira was. It was a beautiful view and Lydia would’ve loved to join them and do all sorts of naughty things with them.
Instead, she sat in front of the easel sketching on charcoal the final piece. She loved her girlfriends but they made for lousy models for a project such as this one.
Kira moved to get her hair out the way and Lydia had to put the charcoal pencil down.
“Kira,” she began, “you don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.”
“But—”
“I love you, and you’re one of my favorite people to photograph, but this might not be your niche.”
Malia sat up, completely ruining the vibe Lydia was going for. “I think we’d be better at this if there was some prize waiting for us on the other side.”
“I don’t work well under pressure,” Lydia arched an eyebrow in Malias’s direction. “Nor do I work well when the model ruins the perfect pose she was in.”
“I can do it again,” she replied.
Malia stretched her arms and her neck, and went back to the lounging position she was in before, turning her face just so, leaning on her left arm just a little bit too much, but otherwise perfect.
“If you stay still, I will finish this faster and we can all be naked then,” said Lydia.
“Do you promise?” Malia asked.
“I swear.”
An hour later, the light filtering through the window was her signal to put the charcoal pencil down. Lydia looked at her drawing, then at her girlfriends: there was no way to do justice to their beauty, but she’d keep trying for as long as they'd let her.
When she stood up, both girls turned to look at her. “I’m done for the day. You can follow me to the bed if you’d like.”
To drive her point home, she took off her skirt and dropped it on the floor, quickly followed by her blouse; then she turned around, confident in the knowledge that her girlfriends would follow her.
They did.