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"Oh thanks," Jacob said as he realized she had looked at his progress so far. It was far from finished but he was happy with what he had down on the canvas. It was a good starting point. "I hope it'll be even better when it's done." He fully intended to finish it. Maybe even display it if she was alright with that.

They set everything up at the table and he brought over some plates and glasses. He realized as they sat down that she had made no move to put anything on again, sitting there completely naked as if it were entirely normal. From what she had told him, she normally preferred to be naked. So he decided he wouldn't comment on it. He wanted her to be comfortable. And it wasn't as if he were going to complain about having a beautiful naked woman in his presence.

"Oh yeah. I should have warned you about that. I guess soda's a pretty new thing..." He was getting a kick out of how she responded to things he found mundane. Even the door buzzer and his shitty laptop made her goggle with surprised interest. Wait till she saw a smart phone... as soon as he got a new one...

She ate like no one he'd ever seen. It was actually pretty endearing and he offered her the rest of the pizza once he'd had a slice or two. She really did have kind of a refreshing aura about her. So free spirited and unshackled. "Uh sure. Get comfortable again. I'll be there in a moment." He got up and took the dishes to the sink, still thinking about all she had told him. He returned to easel and picked up his pallet again. "You said you would answer my questions if I answered yours. It's only fair so... what did you want to ask?"

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Iris returned to her seat, splayed out once more and thought as he worked. That itch still needed scratching, but she tried to force it down, even as the rich violet spread across much of her stomach. She was fed and, well, not watered exactly, but she'd had two of her basic needs fulfilled, now her body was telling her it was not yet time for sleep, but rather sleeping with, try as she might to quash the feelings.

"Questions," she began, jumping at the opportunity to distract herself. "I know the year, but not the place. Where are we exactly in the world? Your accent, it is strange to me." She'd gotten a better grasp of modern language, and it seemed such words as 'thee' or 'thy' were no longer in use, and so began making a conscious effort to mimic his speech. "I would wish to learn much, but it is so hard to know where to begin. Tell me where we are and then... tell me of yourself, I wish to know how my artist found his muse. What drew you towards this craft? How successful hast you been at it?"

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Jacob kept finding himself attempting to mimic her current patterns of color. Of course that made things difficult because they were constantly changing. But he noted that there was a growing expanse of violet spreading over her stomach and groin. What did purple mean? His mind was abuzz with possibilities.

Her use of the phrase 'my artist' definitely got his attention. Part of him desperately hoped it was meant to be as affectionate as it sounded. "Oh well... uh... we're in San Francisco. It's a city on the west coast of North America. The state we're in is called California. It's got a lot of history and I like the art scene. I just moved here a couple years ago. Before that I was living in Santa Cruz. I guess I got started with graffiti but I was taking art classes too. I liked putting big paintings on the sides of buildings. But the people who owned those buildings weren't always happy about it. I got arrested a couple times but eventually someone who could give me an opportunity saw and liked my work so I got a gallery show. It just went from there. I'm doing OK for myself I guess. Could probably move to a better place now but I like it here. My friends live around here and it's home now." There really was a lot of purple around her midsection now. He couldn't resist. "Hey what does purple mean?"

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Iris listened as he told his tale, and gathered what information she could. They were in what Europe had called the Americas, though she couldn't be certain where. San Francisco and California had no meaning to her, though the West Coast was at least somewhat of a location. She'd have to find a map, that she might at least recognize. His story sounded like a few artists she'd know, but none of the ones who'd become as successful as he claimed to be. Graffiti was never something considered 'art' in most lands she'd visited and so to find out that's how he'd gotten his start was a little surprising. To find out he was successful enough to not just afford this home, but a larger one should he wish to was even more so. Very few artists ever managed to scrape by with their works, let alone make a true living.

"It sounds a pleasant life," she mused. "But alas, have you no lover? In the time which I had last known, a man by your age would do well to bed a woman and father a child by now, have times changed so much?" He was a handsome young man, not yet in his third decade by her guess, but in an era where most men in their 4th decade were already grandsires, she found it unusual for him to live alone, unless of course he was a lover of men... that would make a lot more sense. Yet by the way he looked at her, how his cheeks blushed slightly, she could tell he found her attractive.

Which is what made his next question more than a little awkward. "Purple, violet rather," she hemmed and hawed for moment before continuing, not wanting to sound too forwards with the man, not wanting to risk insult, to be thrown out for her frivolity. "To speak the truth, it means I am beset by desire, to love and be loved," she said, trying to explain it gently, when really it just meant she was horny. "It means ahh... my body feels the urge to copulate, though I wish not to offend, 'tis in this moment an unconscious thing, an unwilful reaction."

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"Well I guess some people have kids kinda young but it's more common for it to happen closer to mid or late twenties or in your thirties, I guess. For me... I never really thought about kids. My ex couldn't have kids of her own though---at least not with me---and I doubt she would have wanted them. But I guess I'm open to it? The right person would have to come along and I haven't really had anything long term in a while..." Hmm. That reminded him. Jacob had some clothes left here from his ex. She had been kind of big. Maybe some of it would fit Iris.

Her description of the meaning behind the violet spreading over her abdomen made him practically forget the painting altogether. So he HAD been correct. But he could tell she was uncomfortable. And yet it meant she was aroused... by him? Or just in general? "Oh... um... did I have anything to do with that or...?"

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"Well..." Iris fidgeted. She was surprising herself with how awkward she was behaving. Perhaps 400 years as a disembodied consciousness had affected her more than she'd realized, ordinarily she would have known the perfect response to give, but in such times as these she had to walk a careful line, unsure what would cause offense and what would not. There was a time and a place for bluntness, but she thought that time not to be now. Tact was best applied here, careful tact so as neither to disappoint him or incite anything unwanted from either of them.

"Can you always help yourself from being filled with desire Jacob?" she said with a bit of a wry smile. "You are not an unattractive man, but I fear my own wandering thoughts ignited this within me, twas no unwelcome doing of your own, fear not." Fuck, talking about this was not making it better. She could feel a slight slickness between her thighs, the violet rapidly encompassing her lower torso and bleeding onto her legs. A spark of red frustration ignited at her temple and she shot a glare at her own waist. She did not need to be horny right now, she didn't want to be horny, yet her body would not comply. She was desperately horny, and near the point where she would excuse herself and go take care of herself in another room, yet in such a small space as this, even doing that would not prove easy, especially for the apparent thinness of the walls.

"A thousand pardons Jacob, I mean no offense, nor to upset, but ah..." how to explain brain chemicals to a human? Danu above that was a tricky subject.

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He nodded. "It's OK. It's fine," Jacob said as he noted the continued spread of violet over her body. Wow. She was really turned on if that was any indication. "I'm pretty sure everyone's had something like that happen." He WAS a little disappointed though. He would have been flattered if it was because of him.

"If you need to... I can put on some music to drown out any... noises... if you wanna take care of it..." This was so freaking awkward. He felt like a teenager again, all weird about this stuff. He'd flirted before. He'd had relationships. Even hooked up a couple times. But she was a literal goddess... a literal goddess who got randomly aroused just like a normal person though...

He was speaking before he could censor himself, offering an alternative. "You said sex would help you, right? Tell me to fuck off if this is over the line but if you want I could... help?" There. He'd said it. He could feel his heart thundering and he held his breath as he waited for her to slap him or call him a creep.

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Iris cocked her head, "Put on some music?" Was he a musician as well? She saw no instruments scattered around, though they very well might have been stowed away in a case somewhere. She had a mind to take him up on it, just go into another room, what few there were, and pleasure herself, the idea made her coloration jump a bit further, now reaching her rib-cage. She bit her lip and glanced upstairs at the doorway to what she assumed was little more than a closet or else perhaps a small bedroom, but was in fact the bathroom.

She opened her mouth to accept his offer, her face flushing pink with embarrassment, embarrassment she felt she had no right to feel. She was Iris, goddess of Lovers, she who'd made a million men spill their seed and a million woman cry out in ecstasy. A few hundred years locked away and she was acting like a thrice-damned child. Then he made a second offer, once she instantly found more appealing. Her twin hearts beat slightly faster as she stared at him, her eyebrows raised in surprise as a long pregnant pause rolled out across the room. Her violet shading had reached her ribcage by the time she smiled warmly and spread her arms wide, "Why Jacob, you offered what I feared to ask for, lest I cause offense. Should you wish to... help, as you so put it, I would gladly accept such a thing." With that she adjusted herself slightly, adopting a pose that allowed him a clearer shot between her legs, where her lower lips glistened with wet, slightly puffy with need.

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Jacob let out an almost explosive breath of relief as she quickly accepted, stating that she had feared offending him and that was the only reason she hadn't asked for that in the first place. So all that awkwardness and nervousness was for nothing then. He couldn't help chuckling nervously.

The pose the adopted was offered so earnestly but also so casually. If he didn't already know it to be true, he could tell she was a very sexual being. It complimented her free spirit wonderfully. She wasn't just arousing. She was charming. No matter how strange this all was, he was damn glad she had fallen into his life.

"Wow, OK..." he said excitedly. "But uh... why don't we go upstairs. We can use the bed and I have condoms up there." He set down his pallet and moved around the canvas, holding out a hand to her with a smile.

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Iris smiled, taking his hand and standing up. She hadn't expected this to happen, and certainly not so soon, but it was a welcome addition to her return. He led her to the stairs and up them to a small loft with a large bed, large enough to share. While he began rummaging through a bedside table, she crawled onto the bed, going to lay down. If she thought the chair had been plush and comfy, it was nothing to the bed. It the sheets were soft and silky, perhaps they were actually silk she noted, and the bed gave wonderfully beneath her weight. Not to soft as to make what was soon to come difficult, but soft enough to be wonderfully comfortable to lay on, nothing like a crude straw mattress or even a down one.

She lay back, stark naked, her arms splayed above her head, her hips wiggling slightly back and forth as she grinned sultrily up at him. Now this was living. Good food, interesting drink, and a night cap of bedding her first man in almost 400 years. "Well, why art you still dressed?" She teased, bending one leg at the knee and opening herself to him, to let him see her slit. She was now mostly purple, the color rich and deep, like an Emperor's robe in Rome.

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Jacob did freeze up a little as she laid out on the bed. He was about to have sex with a goddess. A goddess who looked like... that... if her existence suggested any kind of grand design to the universe then what decimal point had been misplaced to offer him this opportunity? He was more than a little in awe of her and he just let his eyes linger on her stretched out on the covers.

He snapped out of it when she asked why he was still dressed, laughing as he found the box of condoms. He set it on the bedside table for now and began undressing, starting with his shirt. Jacob was relatively fit if a little slim. He had a few tattoos as well, mostly of rendered patterns like scales or tangled leaves in bands on his arms and there was a smattering of flowers on his hip.

He still watched her as he continued to disrobe, appreciating the site of her as she raised one leg, putting on a little show to entice him to go faster. He grinned as he kicked off his underwear, leaving him bare, his own arousal quite apparent as he reached for the box of condoms, quickly retrieving one and putting it on. It was so automatic he didn't stop to think she might not recognize what a condom was.

He moved over to the bed and moved onto it beside her, bracing himself on one arm, his hand coming up to touch her face. He looked down the length of her, then back at her face, still smiling. "Gotta say... I didn't know until right now how much I like tall women. You're gorgeous..." he leaned down to meet her lips with his, starting slow but deepening it after a moment.

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Iris giggled as she watched him eye-fuck her. That was always fun, for a goddess to be worshipped was inherent, but she far preferred the kind of worship and devotion he clearly wanted to show her than anything a priest in a temple could provide. "Best hurry, such a bed as this I may fall asleep before we begin. This modern world is full of wonders." she said, wiggling her hips a bit more and worming her way into the bed. Gods abound it was soft. Were she more tired she might've spoken the truth.

She watched almost as intently as he did while he undressed. He was slim and relatively fit, with a number of tattoos, well made ones as well, cleanly done. Once that would be considered unusual, but now she supposed times had changed. When he finally pulled down his underthings she was pleased by the sight of his cock. Big enough to please her for sure. She cocked her head curiously as he pulled out a shiny package and opened it, then slid what looked like barrier fashioned from rubber onto his cock.

"What is that?" she asked as he moved to join her on the bed. She shifted just a little to give him more space, as she'd been lying in the middle. He moved over her, his face hovering inches from her own as his hand gently cupped her cheek. She took it in her own, , and ran her other hand along his side, feeling the subtle muscles underneath the skin. "I know I am," she said confidently, and kissed him. His lips were pleasantly soft as they met hers, and after a moment she felt him deepen the kiss, his tongue probing at her lips. She hummed softly, her coloration now wholly violet as she pulled him closer, kissing him deeply in the way she'd taught the French.

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Of course she knew she was gorgeous. That was a dumb thing to say. Wait, no it wasn't. Even if she knew, Jacob still wanted to compliment her. Damn. He wasn't religious but he practically wanted to worship her. If a church had her for a deity, it would have all kinds of converts. She responded to him in kind and they spent a few moments in a deep lip lock as their hands gently explored each other.

A momentary break for air let her voice her question and he paused, realizing she probably hadn't seen a condom before given how long ago she was imprisoned in that painting. "Oh... it's a condom. I'm clean, according to my last test. But it also stops, uh, pregnancy. I guess when you're with a new partner it's just polite to use one. I didn't even think about it. Is it OK? It shouldn't really change how everything... feels."

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Preventing pregnancy. Those words struck like a punch to the gut. A twin spots of black flashed across her chest where her hearts were. Gods if only such a thing was necessary...

Iris quickly pulled him back down into a kiss, hoping to distract both him and herself and slowly she buried her grief as they tangled tongues. When she let him up again, she searched out his cock with one hand, taking hold of him and stroking him though the condom. "You need not fear such things, but if it is polite, I shall not ask you remove, do as you will," she whispered softly into his ear.

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He did notice the momentary change in her but he was at a loss as to what it meant. Maybe she didn't like the idea of a barrier between them? But then she was kissing him again and any worry he had somehow spoiled the mood was banished in an instant. She assured him such a thing wasn't necessary. She was a god. Jacob supposed if she said disease and pregnancy weren't a danger between them, he believed her. He thought for a moment, then tugged the condom off.

He returned his lips to hers, then trailed them down her jaw and along her throat, kissing and sucking, hoping to leave a hickey. His hand found one of her breasts, squeezing gently, thumb seeking out her nipple and tweaking it. She was completely violet now, her nipples and lips a darker purple. He was in awe of how her mood affected such things. Blue was beautiful but knowing now what violet represented, that he'd made her feel that way, was exhilarating.

His lips went lower, finding the swell of her other breast, kissing until they too came to her nipple, closing over it and sucking softly.

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Slowly, he began moving down, kissing along the side of her jaw, down onto her neck, his soft sucking of her flesh leaving slightly darker patches of skin where he marked her. Her own hands ran up his side, along his back, tangling in his hair, feeling him as he did her.

Iris fell his hand on her breast, gently squeezing, toying with the pebbly nipple in a way that made her inhale sharply, not yet a gasp but not far from it. Presently he continues trailing kisses down her body and across her chest until she felt his mouth close stop her other nipple, sucking gently, almost teasingly.

She had to give him some credit then, he knew at once what he wanted and how to do it. Her breasts were far too large for his hands, near the size of his head, yet he handled her with care, lovingly sucking and nibbling at her. If she had not been aroused before, she would have been now most certainly. "You know your way around a woman" she said with a chuckle that turned into a soft gasp as he sucked a little harder than he had been

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Jacob replied by getting just a little bit rougher, grazing his teeth over her nipple, hand squeezing her breast a little harder. Her assessment of his skills thus far was certainly an ego boost. But as much as he wanted to take even more time to enjoy her bountiful chest, it wasn't his end goal. One last deep suck and then he was moving on, kissing down her abdomen. There was so much of her to cover. He was enamored with her gentle curves and athletic body, hands running down her sides and pulling her legs up and open, settling between them.

His lips and tongue worshiped her smooth skin, kissing wherever new blooms of color flashed across her body as he continued lower, until his mouth came to her going. He licked along the v of her pelvis, teasing her for a moment, then finally letting his tongue slide up the length of her opening, tasting the slick on her pussy. His cock was practically throbbing in anticipation but he wanted to savor this. Savor her. And he had to admit, he was trying to show off a little for her.

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Iris smiled and made a soft humming noise of pleasure as he doubled down, a small shudder running over her as he nibbled her nipple. His hand on her breast was pleasingly soft, not covered in callus like so many other lover's she'd had before. He sucked hard and she arched her back up in time with it, a soft coo escaping her lips. "Danu... I don't know why I'm so sensitive!" she said with a little laugh. "But you do that well Jacob," Her chest was covered in little nibbles as he worked his way down further, and in anticipation she opened her legs wider for him, giving him ease of access to her delta.

The way his lips moved across her stomach, kissing and nibbling her slowly, sensually, she lauded his restraint. To focus first on her own pleasure and not immediately thrusting into her, or demanding she suck him was a welcome change. It was sometimes rare to find a man who appreciated a woman enough to do now what Jacob was, and she was glad in that moment they'd found each other. She shivered as he teasingly ran his tongue across her groin, then finally bit her lip and hissed softly as his tongue made contact with her slickness. "Danu above..." she said softly, one hand going to the back of his head, entangling itself in his hair. She did not apply any force, not yet, but her message she hoped was clear. 'Don't stop'

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Her fingers eagerly tangling in his hair made him smile against her sex. Jacob had no intention of stopping, his tongue continuing to explore her, hands holding her thighs. After a moment he moved one hand to assist his mouth, thumbing her clit as he sucked on her pussy lips. Then he switched, massaging her slit as his mouth settled over the little nub, sucking and licking and rolling his tongue over it in a way he knew had worked in the past.

His other arm was wrapped around her thigh, hand splayed on her belly, a good way to feel how his efforts affected her and allowing him to keep her in place (although she was so big he thought if she really wanted to squirm out of reach, she could.) Even as he focused on pleasuring her, he once again marveled at the body beneath him. So tall. So otherworldly. And yet she moaned and tasted like any other woman being taken.

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She hadn't received attention like this in many years, decades perhaps, even before the locket, at least not from a man. He sucked her slit wetly, his tongue probing at her lower lips much in the way it had done her upper ones minutes before. Iris wished it would enter her again, to feel it inside her. Instead what she got was even better, as he brought a hand into the mix. While one arm wrapped tightly around her powerful thigh, the other ducked around so he could rub at her clit. Her hips jolted as he ran his thumb across it, rolling it around, and her head dipped back, her eyes half-lidded as offered up her first moan to him. "Unnnh gods abound Jacob..." she whimpered.

When he swapped places, it was even better, his fingers rubbing teasingly against her slit, yet not parting her pussy and slipping inside, tantalizing her all while his tongue worshipped her clit. She shuddered and groaned as he swirled his tongue around it, lighting sparks of pleasure in her mind. Her hips rolled and twitched unconsciously as he ate her out. She luxuriated in the moment. Yes, this human definitely knew what he was doing. He was no master, but he was well past the rank of novice when it came to eating cunt.


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Jacob shrugged. "Mostly painting but I do some mixed media too..." he trailed off. He was sitting next to someone who claimed to be a goddess---and there was enough evidence for him to at least consider it might be true. Why was his art of any interest? He would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it if he weren't floored by tonight's revelations.

OK. Pacifist. That was good, he supposed. If he pissed her off, at least he wouldn't get a lightning bolt up the ass. But what was she doing now? Between driving, he would glance at her for the next few minutes to find her expression one of concentration. From what she said, he assumed she was attempting to conjure clothes. How would this work? It wouldn't be like the painting would it? No explosions in the car, please!

The result was pretty lackluster. She snapped her fingers a few times and when nothing happened, became more and more distressed. He might have doubted her claims as to what she was if so many other things hadn't happened to lend it a bit a credence thus far. "OK... how do you... do that?" She talked weird. Like a woman out of time. Or out of many different times. Not that that was a pressing concern or anything...

They were nearing his place now. The building came into view and he drove the van down into the underground parking garage.

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Iris was rubbing her temples in frustration and worry. What first had been elation had rapidly dissolved into pure stress. She had no idea where she was, no idea when she was, no powers, no way to contact any of her old friends, and no idea what to do next. Some goddess she was, reliant on mortals once again, she only prayed this one would help her more than he already had. She had no desire to meet those men from before, and less of one to involve Jacob in it. He had no part in this, simply a man in the wrong place at the wrong time it seemed, yet he'd freed her, by Danu some how she had to do something for him about that, powers or not. She paid her debts, and by her count she owed one to him. Perhaps it would be best paid simply by jumping out the moving vehicle and fleeing into the night, letting him be free of her and whatever trouble had been brought down upon her by the mysterious strangers from before, but then where would that leave her? Alone in an unfamiliar land, vulnerable without her powers? No, she needed somewhere to stay and think what to do next, and if he was willing to let her stay with him for even just the rest of the night, she would accept that.

She opened her eyes and sighed heavily, barely even reacting anymore as he took a turn and drove them into an underground area that looked almost identical to where they'd picked the vehicle up in the first place. "Are we nearing your home?" she asked, changing the subject. "Let us find shelter first, then I will answer what questions you have, I swear it, if only you'll answer in kind."

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For his own sanity, it might have been a good idea to take her to some kind of shelter. But the idea of abandoning her didn't sit right with him at all. And besides, he was more than a little intrigued. Even if it was kind of scary to have his worldview brought into question, he couldn't leave it alone. He wanted to know more about her.

"OK..." Jacob said with a nod to her suggestion. "Well we can take the elevator but there's a chance you'll be seen since everyone in the building uses it." It was getting late but there was certainly a chance someone would be up and about. "So we should take the stairs. It's a lot but less likely you'll be seen." She still didn't have anything but the drop cloth to cover her lower half. He supposed that would just have to do. "Come on," he said as he got out of the van and used the remote lock on it, then headed toward the door that led to the stairwell.

Going all the way up to his loft via stairs was a tiring experience and he thanked his general fitness, especially in regards to free running, to get him to the top without wheezing. But he hadn't exactly kept up with the hobby lately so he was still out of breath. They soon reached his front door and thankfully no one seemed to be around in the corridor. He let them in with his key and sighed with relief now that they were safe.

The studio/apartment he lived in had two levels. although it was technically all one room. The loft was where he slept with a room attached for bathroom and shower. There was also a kitchenette near the bed. The lower level was where he worked. There were a lot of spray paint cans and other supplies littered over work benches, tarps folded or draped over things and a few half finished pieces were set up. Finished ones hung on the walls and a few were stacked, either failures or test pieces. There was a sink in the corner and a couch with a coffee table. "It's kind of a mess but make yourself at home..."

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For her own sake Iris was glad they took the stairs. She wasn't sure what an elevator was, but she was too busy thinking to be curious about it. If she had but an ounce of magic and a reflective surface she could call for help, but she wasn't even sure who to call. Rarely did gods die, but it happened, and with how long she must've been away... she didn't pay attention as they walked, moving automatically as he lead her up the stairs, which she took three at a time with ease until they were in a quiet hallway, rows of identical doors extending on either end. They walked about halfway down to one side and he showed her in through one of the doors into a large open room, with a loft to one end. The room was messy, to say the least, art supplies she both did and didn't recognize scattered over nearly every surface. To one side there was a series of cabinets and a counter with a basin and faucet, as well as several odd looking shiny steel boxes, varying from something that looked almost handheld to an enormous rectangular object almost as big as she was, with a pair of handles mounded on the middle and an odd indent with what looked like two paddles on the left.

While he stood rather awkwardly near the door, she padded softly into the room on her bare feet. She had the dropcloth pinched in one hand to keep from falling as she wandered about for a moment, her eyes flicking over every piece. She was no goddess of Art, physical, musical or written, but she knew talent when she saw it. "These are well made Jacob," she said, finally turning to him. Now she was here, she felt at least somewhat secure. It was an odd place, more a studio than a living space, but she appreciated him for bringing her here anyways. "Thou couldst have fled without me, yet thou chose to help," she said, moving back over to stand not so much in front as over him, towering easily a foot taller. "For that I am grateful Jacob." she said with a soft smile.

"Now!" she said, clapping her hands together, suddenly all business. Perhaps if she talked with him, answered her questions and had hers answered in turn, it could help her figure what to do. "Thou didst ask in the... the vehicle, how I would go about replenishing myself," her stomach gave a growl and she looked down at it, then chuckled. "Food and drink would be good, though to truly replenish my magic, I would need one of a few things," she explained, "I am the Lady of Emotion, and so are my powers tied to that fact. Strong emotions felt in large quantities will replenish me, the joy and love of a wedding, or the excitement of a performance of a troupe, or the making of love would all do me well, though I see no way to come close to such things," at least the first two that was. "for I think to best avoid our fellows at the well... other place, wherein you freed me, I think it best to keep my head down as it were." She knew the last solution could be promising right now, but she'd barely met the man, she wasn't going to come onto him, or ask him to do anything now, if ever. For now, food and drink, and time to think.

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How did she make a borrowed hoodie and a paint-smeared drop cloth look elegant? And yet as she stood there looking around at his studio, Jacob was hit again by how striking she appeared. He dearly wished to capture her like this. Or any way at all. Perhaps a nude. He'd had a couple models before. Never any like her though. "Uh... no problem. Wouldn't feel right just to abandon you..." he said as he looked up at her. Wow...

Food and drink. He could certainly rustle something up for her. And he didn't know anyone getting married but he could certainly take her to a show somewhere... if she weren't rainbow colored. The third option, though... he swallowed at the thought. It was very easy to imagine. She was gorgeous. Impossibly so. And he had to admit the height thing was a turn on too for some reason. He moved over to the kitchenette to have something to do, opening the fridge and rummaging around. Shit. Only day old Chinese food and not much of it.

"Hey... how 'bout pizza? I'll order one," he said as he found his laptop. His phone was busted so he used an app on the computer to place an order. "Uh... I don't have any friends getting married but... look I don't know if it'll be enough but when I paint, I feel a lot of emotion. I could... paint you... maybe it could at least get you started. If you had a little magic, would it let you..." he gestured at her body, "disguise yourself a little? Could you look more human? If you did, I could take you to see a show. I have some friends in a band. They play some local bars."

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Iris shrugged, food was food, and so long as it was not shit, she didn't mind too much. She followed him to the kitchenette and made note as he opened the largest of the metallic boxes. She felt the cold coming from it, some manner of icebox then. It seemed humans had gotten quite inventive. "Pizza it shall be, though I admit I have never heard of such a dish, what is it?" She followed him over to his laptop and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when he booted it up. It was like nothing she had ever seen. She had to resist asking a thousand and one questions as she watched him navigate the screen, his fingers moving deftly across the keys and the mousepad. "Incredible," she whispered, leaning over him, almost touching.

After he was done, she leaned back, resting against the counter of the kitchen and shaking her head. "Truly a marvel how far thou hast come. I fear the answer but I would know... what is the year Jacob? When last I was upon this earth it was 1604 by the Anglican calendar..." upon the news she was in 2022 she sighed heavily. "Not so long as I had feared, yet a long time indeed."

She was still for a moment while she mulled it over. They truly had come such a long way in such a short time. 400 years of progress and they'd harnessed electricity, created vehicles that required no beast to move them, and what's more could move at speeds hitherto unknown by human standards. She was so deeply in thought she barely registered his words at first, and asked him to repeat himself. When he did, she was surprised. "Paint me? Had it not occurred to thee that a painting is what got me into this debacle in the first place?" She held a stern expression for a few long seconds even while tendrils of yellow played across her face, then burst into laughter. "I jest Jacob! Fear not, merely a jest! Thou hast aided me, I think it only fair I pose for thee." It would not restore her power she thought, but it would be something to do other than pace and worry. "A solution will present itself, I am not so worried," she lied. "Come now, while we await the delivery of the meal, mayhaps we can get started, where would you have me?"

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"Dough, tomato sauce, cheese and toppings. I get it with vegetables and pepperoni. That's like a cut up sausage. The dough is rolled flat and everything is layered on top of it. Then it's baked. The cheese gets all melty. It's really good." He explained as he sent off the order. She asked the year and when she heard it, she stated she was from 1604! Wow. Every time he thought he'd gotten a handle on how strange the situation was, she said or did something that impressed it upon him again.

Her apparent reproach at his question made him suck in a breath. Oh shit, yeah... but then he saw the yellow playing over her skin. That wasn't her anger color. Wait... her laugh when she revealed the joke didn't just make him feel relief that she wasn't upset with him. It was beautiful and he was filled with excitement when she agreed.

"Oh uh, here..." he said as he went over to his painting area to clear a space. He brought over a wooden stool for her. "Just... sit however feels natural." His mind was already abuzz with how best to capture her as he searched around for a fresh canvas and some paint tubes. He set up his pallet and waited for her to get comfortable. "Uh... I wanna get all the colors... do you think you would be comfortable posing nude?"

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Still chuckling a little, Iris followed him over to a painting area which was well lit after a few more of the electric lights were turned on. They were a little bright, but quickly were dimmed to set the scene of the painting he wanted. It was a simple chair she was sat in, a plush arm chair t hat felt far more comfortable than she'd at first expected. She'd posed for many paintings in her past and so often the artist picked the type of seat or pose that looked the best and felt the worst, but this chair would be an easy thing to sit in for many hours.

She experimented a with a few poses, though the crude approximation of the skirt kept getting in the way, the dropcloth both too constraining and too loose, either getting in the way or showing more than she thought he desired, however at the mention of posing nude, she perked up. "Nude?" she asked, then with a grin tossed the dropcloth aside. "I would be entirely comfortable Jacob, so long as thou art." She sat up and pulled off the hoodie, which was tight enough so that when she pulled it up, her breasts dropped, jiggling slightly as she tossed it aside and reclined.

When finally she was settled, she'd thrown one leg over the side of the chair and let the other one rest with her foot on the floor, a lazy, almost sloppy pose. Her head was propped up on one hand, her elbow resting on the armrest, while her other arm casually was atop the back of the seat. "How is this?" she asked, flashing him another brilliant smile. Given his talent, this could quickly become a painting she was want to keep, though where she'd keep it she had no idea. She wondered briefly how many of her old homes were still about, and how many had been discovered. She usually checked on each of them once every few decades when she had time... she let her mind wander as she sat there, her skin mostly remaining a calm blue but occasionally a patch here would turn yellow as she thought over again how she was free. What would be otherwise pink on a human, her lips, her nipples, her fingernails, was instead a darker, richer shade of whatever color she happened to be at the time, "Ready to begin?" she called over to Jacob, watching him set up his brush and palette

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Jacob was glad she didn't think his request was creepy. It was actually interesting how many of his friends seemed entirely OK with the idea of letting him paint them nude---not that he'd taken very many of them up on the offer. But it had come up at times. There was just sort of a social contract between artists and their models. This was for the art and there wasn't anything shameful about it. He'd had figure drawing and painting classes too. Yeah there were naked models but it was just... normal. He'd never had a class where someone made an issue out of it.

That said... his artist's detachment was certainly under strain when she disrobed. Without armed men attempting to do them harm, he had time to appreciate the sight of her. She really was like walking art and he was glad to see that there was so much yellow playing across her skin in all this. She seemed to be enjoying herself at least.

The pose she struck was perfect, both casual and exaggerated. She made it look so natural and alluring without being overt. "I think so," he said as he took a moment just to observe her, getting into the mindset of how to lay down the colors to capture her and the feeling the composition instilled in him. He wanted to be as emotive as he was evocative.

"OK... you look perfect. You comfortable?" He began to block in some color, working mostly in blues and pulling overs out of it subtly, attempting to capture the way the colors on her body seemed to bleed across the surface. Would that he could animate the painting somehow. The way the colors moved on her skin was mesmerizing.

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Iris couldn't help to notice there seemed to be more than just an artist's appreciation behind his gaze as she disrobed. She knew the effect she had on any man fond of women and prided herself for it. As she reclined, she smirked, thinking back to previous encounters with artists who'd wanted to capture her beauty, and in doing so a flicker of purple flitted around between her legs. Try as she might though, she couldn't allow her thoughts to stray too far. She would pose for him, but her mind was far away, thinking over solutions to her situation. Perhaps with his electronic device she might be able to contact someone, but she hadn't a clue how it worked, and she doubted she would find her friends so easily with it.

"Comfortable?" she repeated when he asked the question, "Oh very, this is far and away one of the more comfortable poses I've struck in the years, aided in no small part by thine chair, such a soft thing. Thine garment thou did give me was as well, a most comfortable thing. Such softness is unknown to me, and I welcome it if all clothes are so soft to wear in this modern era, perhaps I shall actually wish to don them more often!" she said with a wink.

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Her shape was beginning to take form on the canvas as she spoke. Jacob couldn't help laughing. "Aw that's too bad. You really wanna cover up all those pretty colors?" Says the guy worried her appearance would draw too much attention from people. But as long as they were alone in his apartment... geez. Thinking long term was silly. Once she had her... magic back she likely wouldn't stick around. Besides, maybe that was for the best.

"But seriously we can raid my closet later. If I'm gonna take you someplace to soak up all that... emotion juice you need, you can't go out like you are now." His brush paused as he noted a streak of purple slipping between her legs. Ooh. That was definitely going in the painting. "Although I think most people that saw you... wouldn't really mind..." She would get stopped for public indecency, he was sure. But no one would be able to deny out of all the crazy naked people in this city, she wasn't the most beautiful.

"So tell me more about you. I've never talked to a goddess before. I don't even really know what to ask... like... is there a heaven? Are there other gods? Are you part of a pantheon?"

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Iris laughed softly. "I usually don't to tell the truth." she said with a little teasing edge to her voice. That much was true, in her homes, most of them at least, clothes were not typically worn. She had many wardrobes full of garments, but they were for the outside world, or when she had to interact with others in a less intimate fashion. In her palaces, her safehouses, her secret hideaways, she rarely wore them.

"That would be welcome," she agreed, going to nod, then stopping, remembering she was supposed to remain still. "though how I am to appear in public without a full-body coverage, I am unsure." That would take some doing. She wasn't sure what the dress-code of the modern day was, but in olden times she might've been able to go out in disguise as a plague doctor, though when they were about there was never much joy to be had.

"I will tell you what I can Jacob, if you do the same in return." she promised. "Of the afterlife, all I can tell you is that it exists, the rest is such a closely guarded secret, I know not the answers. My friend the Morrigan, who is the Goddess of Death, knows much more than I do, but even I have not managed to pry an answer from her." She went on to explain that there were other gods, many of them, and how each of them were in control of an aspect of reality. She went on to name a few, Cernunnos the god of flora and his twin Aelis the goddess of fauna, Caladrius, god of Medicine, and who was wed to The Morrigan, who was Death. Thoth, who was Lord of Knowledge, and 'a bit of a prick' to ask her.

"As for a pantheon well... not really. Humans always deigned to group us in some fashion, but in truth there are many more of us than most pantheons gave credence to, and indeed many of them repeated us twice or more over. Why, to the Greeks they knew me as a rainbow messenger goddess, but they called me also by another name, Aphrodite, goddess of love and sex."

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Jacob wondered how badly he would be taking all that she said if he were an atheist. She was walking proof that the divine existed, if not the more popularized monotheistic kind most people assumed. As it was, he was still aghast despite being agnostic. If everything she said was true... well it changed a lot. He didn't much like this talk about a goddess of death. And Iris was friends with her? Scary. Jacob felt so small all of a sudden. And at the same time, Iris' warmth and kind nature buoyed him up. Not to mention, aside from the obvious, she seemed so... real. She might be a god but she was also a living breathing person as far as he could tell. Not some nebulous concept or disembodied will beyond comprehension.

He did nearly choke when she stated that she was once known as Aphrodite. He had learned a lot of Greek mythology in high school. He'd learned a lot of myths about the goddess of love as well as others. If even half of those were true... so... he was painting the goddess the Greeks thought of as the embodiment of love and sex. She was nude and she'd expressed interest in making love---not necessarily with him---to get her power back. What the hell was he waiting for? Why not offer it up right now? He opened his mouth to probe the subject when the door buzzer went off.

"Oh... that'll be the pizza," he said as he put down his brush. "I'll go down and get it. It's OK if you wanna move. I've blocked in the pose already. Just hang tight here for a bit OK?" He left the apartment, his mind whirling with far too many thoughts. The idea of potentially sleeping with Iris was very attractive. But she was a literal goddess. Would she want him at all? She needed food. She wore clothes. She breathed air. But she was still... more. And he was more than a little overwhelmed with the revelation of her existence and the existence of others like her. How many myths and folk tales were true? And how come humans regarded them as fantasy now if they were out there...?

He headed down using the elevator and opened the front door, barely paying attention to the conversation as he paid the pizza guy. He had also ordered a couple of sodas and a salad. He was still a little dazed as he took the elevator back up and reentered his apartment. "Food's here..."

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Though Iris could read emotions directly through touch, she didn't need to touch him to see her words had given him quite a shock, as likely they would any mortal. Most of them believed in something, but it always seemed like something nebulous to them. An unseen creator, a vague sign from above, a happening brought about by a wrathful god, or a generous one. She wasn't about to try and break down his beliefs, whatever they might be now. There would be plenty of time for that likely disaster later.

They sat there for some time, her explaining the world of the gods, how they had inhabited the earth since long before humanity, the eldest of her kind being some many hundreds of thousands of years old. "I think my Uncle, well, I call him my Uncle, he is not truly my blood relative, but as I say I believe by now he would count his age to be over 350 millennia, he is the oldest of our kind that I know." Just then a harsh buzzing sound rang out from a device in the wall near the door, half scaring Iris to death, her skin going ice-white for a brief moment before she let out a little laugh at her silliness. "So many strange noises does this modern world make... very well, retrieve our supper so that we may dine upon it."

She got to her feet as he headed out the door and went to peer at his painting. She flushed a little bit when she saw he'd caught the purple, something she hadn't even realized she'd been doing, but fuck was she now feeling it. The purple was spreading slowly as the feeling increased. It had been now near 400 years since she'd had a meal, a drink or a partner. Two of those needs would be sated shortly, the last well... she'd noted a smaller room in the loft, perhaps when he went to sleep she might spend some time with herself in there. When he returned, she looked up from the painting and smiled. "For such a short span of time, thou hast captured my likeness well. Truly thou art a great artist Jacob," she said, crossing the room to meet him at a table where he set down the pizza. He'd described it, and though his description hadn't been mouth watering, the food itself once presented most certainly was. It was a smell like nothing she'd smelled before. Meat and cheese and bread baked as one.

Her first bite was near orgasmic, the first thing she'd tasted with her newly reformed tongue and it was wondrous. She had to force herself to enjoy her first slice, taking her time with it while every instinct told her to cram it all in her mouth at once. Next she tried the soda and yelped when she tasted it. "It fizzles on the tongue!" she said, not quite sure about this new drink. Slowly, she grew accustomed to it through the meal however, and before long she'd eaten most of the pizza, the entire salad and drunk two bottles of soda. "Danu above that feels better," she said, patting her belly. She was too polite at the moment to ask for more, for her appetite was vast, but it would sate her for now. "What next Jacob, shall we continue where we left off?" she gestured back to the easel and the chair, leaning casually on one hand splayed on the table.


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There was something about Sarah that caught Jonathan's eye from the moment she walked into the sculpture class that day. Sarah was a beautiful girl, her long amber-brown hair flowed in curls down to the small of her back, she had cute freckles that dotted her face, and she had stunning green eyes. She was a fantasy to see, and he only noticed her face last time.

This time, as she walked in again, Jonathan noticed Sarah walked very confidently, almost strutting into class. She had shapely legs and a thin waist, but her breasts were full and perky. Jonathan guessed a C cup from his desk. A good size for a girl only 5'5 tall. He couldn't help but think of her late at night, even finding himself dreaming about her. He hoped it wasn't obvious, that sort of thing is looked down upon. But perhaps he may yet see what he had been imagining for quite some time... "Alright class, open your books to page 154."

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Sarah was excited to finally be in a sculpting class, all throughout high school she had been told that the classes were full and she was unable to take them. Once she saw that she could finally take it in college she had eagerly jumped at the chance and here she was. She had even tried to dress up enough that she could make new friends, and even though she looked confident inside she was anything but.

Being timid had always kept her from doing much, and she knew there would be models in the class she was taking but she didn't know they would be student models. After she had entered the class and taken a seat at the back she looked up when the teacher said to turn to her books, and when she did she gasped, her face turning red.

He was the most beautiful teacher she had ever seen. He had shaggy sandy-blond hair and ice blue eyes that could cut through a person, and they easily held her attention as she flipped to the page assigned. She knew she would be in here for another hour and a half, and with only ten people in it, it was small. Though she wasn't sure if she would be able to look up at him during the lecture, her face darkening slightly more at the thought of it.

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Jonathan started the class, trying adamantly not to focus solely on Sarah. With only ten other students, it would be fairly obvious. "Now, as you'll see on the top of the page," he started, "it talks about the various styles of sculpture. From Egyptian stone to Greek marble and Macedonian clay. Each of these has various advantages and disadvantages. I want you to know these for the exam."

He stopped, "I haven't told you about the exam, have I yet?" The class gave a unanimous shaking of their heads. "Oh. Well, in that case I'll tell you." He stooped over his desk and looked at each one as he detailed the exam. "The first half is going to be a written test. It's going to be very basic stuff so I'm going to assume you won't fail. The next part might be a little more difficult for those of you who are a bit... shy." He could already see some students blush and two guys high-five.

"In order to truly understand the human body, I want you to be able to sculpt a man and a woman out of clay. I chose clay because it was cheap and everything else would take far too long." There were giggles dotted around the room. "And before you ask, I already have a plan for the models. I'm going to have each of you model. This way, all of you get to be embarrassed or show off in front of class, and no one feels left out or overexposed. You may want to shave, if you feel you need to. And because this is a small classroom, I should expect 10 other sculptures from all of you. Is that clear?" He asked the class.

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Sarah watched him as he walked around the room, she could tell this was a man with confidence that came easily. If she had to guess age she would guess in his early thirties. She tried to occasionally look down at her textbook whenever he would look at her before he told them about the way things would work.

She nearly felt her heart drop, because of her shy nature she knew she would never be able to get up and become one of the models. Surely there would be other people outside of the classroom who would do it for free? She wished, but a part of her knew that there was no legal way for her to get out of this situation, so she would just take deep breaths and pray for it to end.

Throughout the class she listened to him, but eventually he started to bore her a little so she began doodling on her notebook: though still paying attention. They way he spoke intrigued her and she wondered where he was from, his accent was very proper and sounded too northern to be from down here in New Orleans.

[User] "...and that is why the Venus de Milo lost her arms." Jonathan concluded. He hated this part of the lesson plan. Every year he would very nearly fall asleep, his class following suit. Back in the University of Washington, he got to jump straight into the sculpting, which he felt helped then learn a lot more about their craft than taking notes did. "And now class, time for the fun part. Tomorrow, I'll be handing out ideas for sculpting, and next week I'll be bringing in a giant marble slab for all of you to work on together." The class jumped to life. "Start brainstorming ideas now, and I'll see you in the morning. Dismissed." The class left, with the exception of Sarah.

[Assistant] While Sarah had been listening to him she occasionally looked up, watched him, watched the others and how they responded to the way he taught. She saw the way the other couple of girls stared at him, practically drooling and she thought it was disgusting. Though everyone knew them as the girls who would do anything for anyone and they had more than likely only taken this class because they had heard about the new hot teacher. While he was finishing up his lecture she had gone more internal on her focus, glad she wasn't being called on, so she didn't hear it when class was over. When everyone else had gotten up and had already left the classroom, as this was the only class that was taught on Saturdays, she was still bent over doodling, unaware of being the last one left.

[User] Jonathan chuckled to himself. He thought, she must be quite the diligent learner. Still taking notes long after class was over. He smiled and sat back at his desk, typing up his lesson plan and filling in attendance. He sent a few emails and collected his things. It had been almost half an hour after class had let out, and Sarah was still at her desk. What could she be writing? He walked over to her, looking over her shoulder. He saw her drawings and admired them. "You're quite the artist," he told her, startling her slightly.

[Assistant] While Sarah was in her own little world she drew a mother holding her child to her shoulder. It was something she often drew and was quite good at it. Though she wasn't used to a handsome man complimenting her she when one did behind her shoulder she jumped a little and turned. A gasp left her and her face flushed red from how close he was to her. "Uhm, thank you Sir." She told him and looked around, biting her lip when she saw she was the only one left in the class. "I, uh, really should be going." She told him but she couldn't get up with him standing so closely to her shoulder because she didn't want to touch him: if she did she was sure she would explode.

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"Oh, pardon me. Did you need to be somewhere?" Jonathan asked sincerely, hoping she wasn't in a rush. "If not, I'd love to get a better look at your artwork." He bent down on his knees and grabbed her paper, placing a hand on her shoulder for support.

She was a masterful artist. Her attention to detail was impressive, as was her use of shadow. He loved the intimacy of the drawing as well, as he was very close with his mother. "You may very well be my best student, with art like this." He complimented her. He was partially flirting, but mainly telling the truth. He believed that proficiency in pen-and-paper drawing was a great skill in sculpture. The ability to visualize a piece before carving it, fleshing out the general shape before finely detailing it, he strongly believed she was the best he had. "I'm proud to have you as a student." He patted her shoulder and picked up his briefcase to leave.

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Sarah almost jumped when he touched her on her shoulder. It made her skin shiver like she knew it shouldn't, but she couldn't deny how attractive he was. As he looked at her work and then complimented it she smiled, but only on the side he couldn't see. "Thank you, it, it means a lot. Art is something that puts me in my own little world and I seem to never want to leave." She could feel the muscles in his hand while it was on her shoulder and she knew, even with his clothes on, that him without it was probably a site to see.

Thankful when he finally moved away from her, she let out a deep breath slowly, one that she hadn't realized she had been holding. "I don't necessarily have a place to be, but it is early and there is still the rest of the day." She stood up behind him, put her stuff in her bag, and turned to leave too.

[User] "Well, don't let me keep you, then." Jonathan told her cheerfully, with a little laugh in his voice. He was going to like her, he could tell. He even felt himself already being attracted to her. As she turned to walk away, he couldn't help but look at her cute buttocks. They were perfectly shaped in her shorts, almost framed. He hoped she would wear something similar next week, he couldn't wait. "Enjoy the rest of your day!" He yelled after her. "Just remember, if you have any questions, feel free to call or email me. And you know my office hours if you want to stop in."

[Assistant] Sarah smiled as she walked out, the only thought running through her mind was that the attractive professor liked her work. Getting into her car, she turned on the ignition and pulled out his card. She decided to call him, but when she did she only got his voice mail so she left him one. "Professor, it's Sarah, it says on your card that you can tutor your art students on Sundays. I would like to know if you would with me tomorrow? Maybe around nine in the morning if you are able? Thanks, give me a call back if you can." Hanging up the phone, she placed it down in the passenger seat and drove home.

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Jonathan had packed away all his things into his briefcase and piled them into his trunk. On the way home, he listened to the radio and thought about his bright, young student. She was going to astound him, he knew it. About 15 minutes later he pulled into his driveway and pulled out his cellphone. He checked his voicemail, having seen the notification on his phone. The only message said, "Professor, it's Sarah, it says on your card that you can tutor your art students on Sundays. I would like to know if you would with me tomorrow? Maybe around nine in the morning if you are able? Thanks, give me a call back if you can."

It was Sarah, the very woman he was just thinking about. He instantly called her back, hoping she would reply. As luck would have it, he was sent to voice mail as well. He left her a message, "Sarah? Hello, this is Jonathan Dare, your professor. I do indeed tutor students on Sunday, and I would love to have you over by my office at 9:15, if that suits you. I'll be filing papers around that time, so if I don't see you, knock on my door... I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Have a wonderful Saturday." He hoped she would hear the message soon, and he could see her once more tomorrow.

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When Sarah got home, she dumped her purse and things onto her bed, not remembering that she had left her phone on vibrate. She didn't pay mind to it or anything else as she crawled back into the bed, thinking that a little cat nap wouldn't hurt anybody. What she thought would only be a couple hour nap quickly turned into a several hour nap and when she woke up she was groggy.

After blinking her eyes for a couple of seconds she pulled her phone out of her bag, her heart starting to go faster when she saw her professor had called her back, almost immediately after she had first called him. She listened to his message and quickly got up to shower, blow dry her hair, and crawl back into bed. When she woke up that next morning she knew she would be going back to her tutor and she was oddly excited, more than she should be.

As her alarm clock when off she groaned, but managed to get herself out of the bed. She put on little make-up, her hair up in a high ponytail, and a regular t-shirt with yoga shorts. She didn't want to impress anyone, but she knew her ass looked good. Putting on shoes, she grabbed her phone and drove over to the art building. It was really dead with no one else being on campus but she walked up to his office door and lightly knocked, a small "I'm here." coming from her mouth.

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Jonathan was typing on his computer when he heard her knock. He was focused on his work, so he slightly jumped in his chair. He turned around to see Sarah standing right outside his door. She was wearing her hair in a ponytail, he loved it. He thought she looked temptingly sweet with her hair pulled back.

He waved her inside and told her to sit in a chair across from his desk. He noticed that she was wearing yoga pants as she walked in. It was a little informal, given that she was having a meeting with her. But he was too busy admiring her curves and the shape of her ass to bother. She was in shape, he thought, and very succulent. "So," he asked her, closing out of his computer, "what did you need my help with?" He leaned towards her, his hands clasped together.

[Assistant] Sarah walked in and politely took a seat in front of him, crossing her legs and setting her things perfectly silently at her feet, then she looked up at him. "Professor, for one I am sorry for the way I am dressed. It isn't correct, but it was early and I did not want to get myself out of bed. As for what I need help with; the contours of the body. I can get them, but I cannot get them perfectly, that's where you come in." She smiled sweetly at him, and looked over his face. Nothing had ever been so beautiful, nor had it ever made her so nervous. She wondered how she would ever do the modeling in the actual class.

[User] Jonathan stooped her apology, "Please, Sarah, it's nothing. I don't expect you to come in on Sundays wearing full business attire, if that's what you're wondering." He pulled out a paper with guidelines in it and handed it to her. "I, however, do expect a minimum level of respectable attire. I'll let it slide for now." He smirked at her, "Well, my dear, how may I assist you in perfecting the contours of the body? Do you have any ideas on how I might help?" He had helped and taught students for years, but he had trouble remembering specific drills and methods for learning certain techniques. He had hoped she would have an idea or an example to show him to help him help her.

[Assistant] Sarah looked at him, her thumbs playing with each other out of his view so he couldn't see how nervous he made her. She understood about the dress code, but they were the only two there, who else would see. "Sir, I can do the face, any face. My problem lies with the body. The contours mess me up, and I've tried to fix it, but they always look disproportionate. So I came to you for help." She bit lightly on her bottom lip, waiting for his response and hopefully his help.

[User] He smiled at stood up from his desk. "Follow me," Jonathan told her. He led her to a full length mirror that reached from the floor to about 6 ft. up. He stood her in front of it, and placed himself behind her. He began, "In order to understand contours on someone else, you must first understand your own contours. Stare at yourself naked in the mirror, and learn where your body starts and ends its curves. This is one of the only ways I've learned that really helps students learn contouring." He turned around, his back facing her. "If you want to start now, feel free." He grinned at the thought of her naked behind him. He was so close, yet so far away.

[Assistant] Sarah took a deep breath and after she had followed him, looked from him and back to the mirror. She hoped he didn't actually mean for her to take off her clothing, with him in the room. As he turned around she watched him a little, her eyes snaking over his obvious muscles, even through his clothing. "Y-you want me to undress, right now? Isn't that a little inappropriate?" She asked him. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, and didn't know if she would feel comfortable enough to do it.

[User] Jonathan let out a sigh. "You don't have to if you don't want to. But you're going to have to be comfortable in your own skin eventually, it's part of your final. And this is the best way to learn about contour lines: by examining your own. It's better that you are comfortable being nude as soon as possible. As an artist, it'll be something you have to enjoy." He turned his head to her, eyes closed, as he didn't know for certain that she wasn't nude already, "I've done it plenty of times. It's actually quite refreshing once you get used to it."

[Assistant] "I'm uhm, very uncomfortable with my body, so I'm not sure as of yet." Sarah told him as he had already turned around. She didn't know if she could do it, get completely nude with her devilishly handsome professor in the room. Taking a breath through her nose so she could calm her nerves slightly she first took off her shirt and then her yoga pants. Down in her bra and underwear she could go no further. Her face was a fiery red as her matching bra and panties. When he turned around she looked at herself in the mirror. "This is as close as I could ever get to being actually nude." She told him, watching him in the mirror.

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Jonathan laughed and contradicted her, "So if this is as nude as you can get, do you shower with a bra and panties?" He had opened his eyes by this point and was stunned. She was absolutely enthralling. He even felt himself grow a little. He said, slightly irritated yet mostly sympathetically, "The reason you are uncomfortable with your body is because you don't appreciate it the way many other people do. You have an amazing body, with perfect and spectacular curves. You need to realize that." He consoled her.

He finally offered, "If it'll help you feel less exposed, I'll be naked in here with you. We'll both be open to the world." He went to the door, locked it, and shut the blinds on the door. He walked back over to her, unbuttoning and removing his shirt. "You have a beautiful body, and the sooner you realize that, the sooner you can start your work on contouring." He said as he dropped his jeans and boxers. He kicked them aside and stood naked next to her, standing tall and proud.

[Assistant] Sarah decided to be playful, so when asked about her shower she smirked, even though he couldn't see it. "You never know I might, might not like it feels when I'm completely nude." When his eyes opened and she watched them scan over her body she moved from one foot to the other, a blush crawling from her toes to her face. "Thank you Sir" She told him hesitantly when she was complimented, and when he moved next to her she watched him for a moment. She didn't think he was going to get naked and when he did she gasped loudly. With her innocence she moved her head down and put her hands over her now crimson face. "Professor, that isn't necessary, you can surely put your clothing back on."

[User] Jonathan laughed and hugged her from the side, "I will put my clothes back on when you feel comfortable being naked. Nudity is nothing that should be taboo or ashamed of. I believe that the beauty of the human body should be promoted and displayed. I want you to know that, because I am not ashamed of showing myself off, you shouldn't be ashamed either." He saw her entire body blush, and he stepped in front of her. He sweetly kissed her forehead and jokingly told her, "If you keep this up, I'm going to have to give you a D on your final exam." He moved a full length mirror in front of her, and asked her, "Look here. What about yourself do you see? I want you to answer honestly."

[Assistant] Sarah immediately blushed more when her hot professor touched her. "What if I never feel comfortable, will you stay naked?" She asked him and when she realized how it sounded she gasped at herself. "I didn't mean for that to sound that way!" Eventually she turned away from the mirror and towards him, knowing she would rather look at him, than her self consciousness. "You might just have to give me a D on it, because I'm not sure if I can do this." She bit lightly on her inner lower lip and crossed her arms underneath her breasts, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach from the kiss he gave her on the forehead.

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He sighed lightly, "If you really feel that way, I can't force you to be comfortable." He went back over to his desk and started putting his clothes back on. He admitted, "I really don't feel right giving you such a low grade, knowing your potential."

Jonathan placed a hand on her shoulder, "I easily see you being a great sculptor and artist, I don't want you to shirk your future because of a few simple insecurities." He turned to her and said, "You can put your clothes back on, I believe the lesson is finished here." He was buttoning his shirt when he asked her, "Is there something else that you needed?"

[Assistant] "Wait." Sarah replied to him after he was completely clothed again, she needed this lesson with him. She needed to become comfortable with this, with her own body and mind. She looked at him through the mirror and though she was blushing ferociously she stripped off her bra and panties. The cold air made her gasp as it hit her nipples and shaved pussy. Her nipples grew taut and under his gaze made her squirm slightly. "I see a woman." A part of her wanted the professor to come over and touch her, though she knew it would be wrong.

[User] Jonathan stopped right where he was when he saw her stripping down. His hands shook as he saw her body free to the air, unrestrained by her clothes. She was magnificent, her breasts were perfectly perky and proportional to her body. He enjoyed that she kept her nether regions trimmed, as he had himself. He grew longer and harder with each passing moment she stood bare in front of him. He smiled, seeing how red she was from the embarrassment. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest and stomach were a bright red as well. He stood beside her and slightly behind her, confirming, "You see a woman. What kind of woman?" He asked. He removed his shirt as he asked her.

[Assistant] Sarah watched him as he came closer to her. She was well aware of how close together they were. She could smell his cologne coming off of his skin. Due to her nervousness her senses were over the top and she could hear him taking deeper breaths. When he took off his shirt she allowed her eyes to follow each curve of his abdominal muscles, until she finally looked up at him. Her breathing was becoming shallow in itself and she answered his question with honesty. "A nervous one who wants to touch her professor, even though she knows it shouldn't be done." She surprised herself and gasped, her eyes growing just a little bit wider. Still looking at him she bit her lip, her heartbeat continuing to accelerate.

[User] Jonathan's eyes widened when she spoke. He then removed his jeans, and stood bare with her once more. He faced her, proudly displaying how much she aroused him. He held her shoulders, comforting her. He kissed her cheek, and told her sweetly, "Then touch me. We are making art, and there is nothing wrong with art." He assured her. He brushed his hand along her arms and sides, tenderly feeling every curve and flow of her body. Her silky smooth skin sent a rush of lust into him, and he could hear his heart thumping out of his chest.

[Assistant] This time when he was fully naked she didn't hide her eyes like before, instead Sarah looked at his cock, barely stifling a gasp at it's size. She swallowed to try and wet her dry mouth before turning to him after he had kissed her cheek. "I feel like our art would be street art, very very illegal." She told him but she couldn't deny the attraction they both felt toward one another. Slowly she moved her hand up and ran her fingers through his hair like she had wanted to do the first time she had seen him. She wanted to be slow, make sure she wanted this, but that one touch was all it took. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to her lips.

[User] Jonathan looked at her with gentle eyes, "Street art is the purest, most basic form of art. Expression in its true form." He told her. He leaned in to her kiss, his lips finally meeting hers. How he had waited for this sensation, to be able to taste her lips, smell her perfume, feel her warmth. His hand moved to the small of her back, and another rested on her hip. He pulled her in close and kissed her back. He snuck his tongue in her mouth and danced it with his. He could feel himself throbbing, pressing against her smooth pussy, and being immensely aroused.

[Assistant] Sarah's heart was pounding in her chest but oh how she wanted this, had never wanted anything more. She moaned into the kiss, her body already high aroused just by his simple touches. She let her tongue dance with his, her hands fisting once more in his hair. The idea of being with a man and not a boy excited her so much that she could already feel her clit throbbing as it pressed against his cock. She started to push him back until they got to his desk, even then they didn't break the kiss.

[User] He leaned back on his desk, laying Jonathan over himself. They both now rested on his desk, in passionate heat. He pulled her into his kiss as he started stroking himself, wanting desperately to feel her rode his hard cock. He grabbed a handful of her plump, firm ass, and playfully smacked it. He loved watching it bounce in his hands. He flipped over so that she lay on her back, and he stood next to her. He bent down on his knees, now level with her throbbing clit. He glided his hands up her thighs and hips, and started kissing her between her breasts. He lowered down to her belly button, kissing around it as his hands rested on the outside of her thighs. He finally lowered and gently kissed her wet clit.

[Assistant] As Sarah was pressed against the desk as she groaned with pleasure. She could feel him stroking himself and it seemed to make her even wetter for him as he smacked her ass. It made her giggle and when he flipped her she looked up to him with curiosity clear in her eyes. She watched him as he lowered himself on his knees and wherever he touched her with his hands, little goosebumps would follow. Even before his mouth touched her, her hips were raising off of the desk anywhere, it was clear she needed him. When he kissed her clit, that one small little action caused her to moan and her legs to fall, spreading themselves for him. She felt vulnerable but she wanted to be his for the taking.

[User] Jonathan wrapped his hands around her legs, gently resting them on her calves. He shrugged his shoulders under her legs, now balancing them on either side of his head. He gently kissed her clit, sucking on her hot, red button. He teases his tongue over her folds, moaning and breathing heavily as waves of desire flow over him. He finally penetrates her with his tongue, ecstatic with her sweet taste. He curls his tongue, attempting to reach for her spot. As he does, he gives her a deep, sensual stare, making sure she is loving every moment of this.