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completed that was a large piece. It was the pose she took when she stretched skyward the first time I watched her. I was very pleased with the color choices and the way I drew her. It was certainly the most sensuous piece Id ever done but I wasnt sure how it would go over since her slit was well defined.
I had more than enough photos I spent the next few days working and masturbating , either with her, or in front of the TV while her pictures and videos drove me to it. I needed to get started on the sculpture but I dont like to work in more than one medium at a time. Besides, I hadnt decided what photo I would use.
I got the interpretive study done and loved it. More importantly, I knew that Professor Whitlow would love it. I put it on a small table, leaning it against the wall where I could see it and enjoy it. The watercolor of the first pose Id chosen sat on another small table on the opposite end of the wall. I didnt want to compare them.
I decided to use charcoal for the second medium and I had a lot to choose from, so it was time to face the challenge of the sculpture. It was incredibly frustrating. The clay was too wet, the clay was too dry, the clay was....whatever.
"Damn it," I yelled, after the clay just wouldnt hold the shape I wanted. I balled it up and threw it into the pail and just sat there. It was my last challenge and it was my hardest. I was covered with clay, my hair was a stringy mess from where I kept pushing it back, and I felt like hell.
The sound of someone knocking at my door brought me to my feet quickly. Who the hell could that be? I wasnt sure if I should go to the door or not. What if it was some pervert? I had no way to defend myself and I was too exhausted to even try.
I eased the door open and stood in shock to see Jennifer standing there, her lovely smile sending shock waves through me that had me quivering. She wore a simple white summer dress over her bikini and she looked delicious.
What was she going to say when she saw my work? It was too late to hide everything. I knew that she had the capability to make all my work so far be for nothing. Most of all though, was the fact that in seeing my work, she would know that Id been spying on her. Oh my god, what was I going to do?
For several days, I had studied, photographed, and lusted after my famous neighbor. She was, at once, artist, photographer and gifted pianist, who demanded that her privacy be protected. Id respected that privacy wish, though I dreamt of meeting her in person. When she tanned nude, so did I.
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When she masturbated on the pier, my fingers had brutally attacked my nipples and pussy, leaving them so sensitive the slightest touch would set me off. Now, she stood at my door, beautiful in light summer frock over a white bikini. I was so shocked, I was frozen to the spot, speechless.
"Can I come in," she asked, her voice as heavenly as her body.
"Wha...oh, Im sorry. Yes, of course. Im Sherri, Lillys niece."
"Jennifer," she said, omitting her last name, which I most certainly knew already.
"Aunt Lilly told me you were using the cottage next door," I said. "She also told me to leave you alone."
She smiled and nodded. "Shes been great. I dont have much chance to be alone and completely free and I treasure the time I have here. I appreciate the fact that you respected my wishes."
Thinking quickly, I led her over to the couch, which wouldnt allow her to see into the dining room/studio where watercolors and charcoals of her body were displayed on every available wall, easel and chair.
"I apologize for my appearance," I said. "I was just trying to do a clay sculpture and it was fighting back."
"Oh, youre an artist then?" she asked.
I almost giggled. "Not an artist...an art student," I said. "I came up here to try to get the projects done that I need for my senior year presentation. We do projects at the start and the end of the year."
"I see," she said. "Who are you studying under?"
"My professor is Phillip Whitlow," I replied. "Tough, demanding, but very supportive. I like his style and his manner, even though, on occasion, I have considered homicide."
She laughed, a beautiful sound, like a spring rain on a window. "I know Phillip," she said," and Im sure that more than one of his students has considered it. He has critiqued some of my things and he wasnt always all that kind."
"He does have his opinions," I agreed. "Lilly wouldnt tell me who you were but I saw your picture in the new Arts and Artists issue. It was a nice article."
"Thanks," she said. "I probably have it somewhere but Ive been trying to focus on just relaxing and getting a good tan. Its so lovely up here and no one has been close enough to prevent me from getting an all-over tan"
"Ive just started working on mine."
"Yes, I know. I saw you on the pier. I was thrilled to see that Lilly had sent someone to brighten this corner of the world. Ill have to thank her. There was a man looking the house over and I was afraid she might have rented it to him."
"Nope," I said. "Im all woman."
"So I noticed," she said, sending a flush over my entire body. She had noticed me.
"Would you excuse me a minute so I can get out of these filthy clothes?" I asked.
Yes, of course, but it doesnt bother me. Ive never worked in clay, but theres no way to do it and
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