Lloyd sat behind the canvas, capturing the details of my figure. Studying every curve. I laid on my side, my hair flowing over my shoulders. The only thing that covered my was a thin see-though sheet.

Could he tell I was trembling?

Lloyd's an aspiring painter, and hopes to have his own gallery some day. He's painted lots of people; gorgeous people. Makes them look ten times better than they do in person.

But now he wants to paint me. 

Lloyd had a thing for drawing nude women, either he's a perv, or he found it to be more intriguing to paint the bare curves of a woman.

I wanted to cover up my body so badly, but it would mess up his work. Why did he want to paint me? Out of all people. I thought about all the alluring girls that he could be painting; yet I'm flattered he asked me in the first place.

"You can take a break now." He said dipping his paint brush in a cup of water. "I think we've done enough for one day, don't you?" I nodded sitting up. The sheet slid down off of me, Lloyd came to me with my robe.

"Thank you." Lloyd sat besides me.

"I didn't know how shy you are." He said, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Well it's not everyday a guy ask me to pose naked for him." I tried to sound normal, but only sound even more nervous. He sat besides me.

"I know, but it's only me." He said noting the fact we've been friends for quite some time.

"It still doesn't change the fact you're a guy." I said. He got closer, catching a lock in his hands and tucking it behind my ear.

"Are you nervous around me?" He whispered as his finger traced my jawline. I wanted to lie and say no, but at that moment I had no control of my body. I nodded. "Don't be." He whispered in my ear. My heart throbbed in two places. "There's nothing to be afraid of." His breath was warm and moist. His lips sent a pulsating shock throughout my whole body, just by tenderly pecking my cheek. His warm strong hands pushed off part of my robe, he turned my face towards his own and tenderly greeted my lips.

Lloyd laid me back on my back climbing on top of me. I was burning up under him. I locked my fingers in his hair and wrapped my legs around him. I wanted him to take me, that was my only desire. His hand slid down my body, playing with my breast and pulling on my nipple, till it made its way down south. His finger was in me, and it felt so good. Lloyd buried his face in my neck, he put another one inside. It was good but I wanted more than a finger in me. I wanted him; all of him.

It was as if he read my mind. He took off his shirt and began unbuttoning his pants. Lloyd kissed me taking off his pants; but before he could have me. He was called by his younger brother, Leon. 

We separated, I fixed my robe, Lloyd sighed. The little bit of pleasure we had only lasted about five minutes, but that was enough to want me come back for more.

"What do you want?" He went to the door. His brother didn't want anything, just to tell him he was leaving. "Seriously?!" I took off my robe and closed the door, the five minutes of pleasure made me greedy, made me hungry for all he had waiting for me. 

I pulled him back in the bed where he could be all mine.