Sketches of Desire: Prequel to the Art Models Club Series

Sketches of Desire

A Short Story

Prequel to The Art Model's Club Series

by

Amanda Meadows

Sketches of Desire
is an erotic romance short (approx. 9,000 words) that provides the back story to
Lover's Muse
and the other books in the Art Models Club series. The books in the series all range from 25,000 to 30,000 words each.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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5:10 P.M., Saturday, Town of Dawson, local burger joint

Amber Holloway tried to keep her composure as Ethan Spencer winked at her from his side of the counter. She had just started her shift and the restaurant was still relatively empty.

"Hi, Ethan," she said, trying to keep her voice cool. "What can I get for you?"

Ethan was one of the few hot guys at school who was not a snob. With thick blonde hair, blue eyes, and a healthy tan from playing tennis most of the year, he was the kind of guy most girls dreamed of dating. Amber and Ethan had shared a few classes together the previous year. Even now, he still greeted her in the halls. He didn't even care if his leggy, cheerleader girlfriend Felicity was by his side.

Felicity was the kind of girl that Amber loved to hate. Nature had been obsessively kind to Felicity. The girl had glowing skin, pink cheeks, perfectly coiffed blonde curls, a thin waist, and ample bosom. Oh, and the long legs that all the boys whispered about while she was cheering on the football field. If the natural assets were not enough, Felicity was also born into a wealthy family. She was always dressed in the most fashionable clothes, shoes, and jewelry on campus. She drove a red Mercedes convertible. Again, the perfect girl to hate. 

Even though the two girls shared two classes, Felicity completely ignored Amber. But with Ethan by her side, Felicity was outwardly pleasant and polite to Amber. Amber got perverse enjoyment out of Felicity feeling compelled to behave herself around Ethan. She could only imagine how much Felicity hated lowering herself to Amber's unpopular status.

Ethan was an oddity in that he seemed at home with all the students at school. Amber knew he didn't look down on any one group. That simply didn't happen at Dawson High School.

"Actually, I was hoping to fill out an application," Ethan said, grinning. "Maybe you could put in a good word for me?"

Amber actually gaped at Ethan until she realized her mouth was open.

"Oh, sure!" she said, her voice probably a little too eager. "Mitch is always looking for good employees."

She lowered her voice. "But I'm a little surprised that you want to work here. I thought you would try to get a job at your dad's store."

Ethan crinkled up his nose. The act made him look even cuter.

"Ugh! I'd have to be helping people try on shoes all day. That is so not appealing. This seems like it might be a little more fun. At least I'd get to talk to other kids."

Amber smiled. "Good point. Wait here and I'll find an application for you."

When Mitch hired Ethan on the spot only twenty minutes later, Amber felt a lot more positive about her job. If a popular kid like Ethan would want to work at a place like this, it certainly made her feel a lot better about herself. But who was she kidding? She was just happy to be  working with one of the hottest guys in her high school. Maybe things were looking up for her this year.

♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠

5:10 P.M., Saturday, Thornton City, suburbs

Eighteen-year-old Hunter Webb watched as Bethany Watson scrutinized his bedroom.

"You must have a maid," Bethany said, running a finger along his bookcase.

Hunter didn't say anything. His mom did hire a cleaning service to come in weekly. But Hunter had always been responsible for keeping his own room impeccably clean. He had a feeling that Bethany wouldn't care about that, though.

"Kind of warm in here, isn't it?" Bethany asked.

She smiled and lifted her sweater over her head.

Hunter laughed in surprise.

"That's an admirable way of cooling off," he said, walking over to her.

Damn! She was so sexy. A lacy, pink bra held her round, firm breasts. He could see her pink nipples hardening beneath the flimsy material.

Bethany licked her luscious, full lips. She batted her eyes and slowly unzipped her jeans.

By this time, Hunter was already aroused.  If Bethany had wanted to turn him on, she had already succeeded.

Bethany slid out of her jeans and kicked them to the side. She was now in her bra, panties, heels, and a jangling bracelet with numerous beads that rolled and clicked together as she moved. Backing up, she sat on the edge of the bed and opened her thighs wide.

Hunter walked over to her and knelt between her legs. He reached up and pulled her head down so that he could kiss those moist lips.

Bethany responded hungrily. She kissed rough and passionately, her tongue pushing his lips apart impatiently. She grabbed at his shirt.

Hunter pulled the shirt over his head. Then he bent forward again, raining kisses down Bethany's neck and traveling quickly to her chest. He squeezed each breast, feeling the hard nipples against his palms.

Bethany arched her back and then impatiently unfastened the clasp on her bra.

Hunter watched the flimsy material slide off the bed and then turned his attention to the breasts begging for his mouth. He kissed around one nipple before taking it in his mouth. When he heard Bethany moaning, he increased his efforts, sucking on the nipple until she squirmed. He  stopped and looked up to check her expression.

She grabbed his head and pushed it lower.

"Go down on me," she said, her voice husky.

Hunter didn't need to be asked twice. He started with little nibbles around her belly button and then touched his lips gently against her silky panties.

Bethany shifted on the bed, lifting her cute ass so that he could help remove the tiny bit of material. She lifted her legs above his head so that he could slide them off. The panties were soaking wet. She still wore the red heels and the clicking bracelet.

Hunter lowered his head and Bethany gripped it with both hands, guiding him to her core. He let his tongue explore her until she cried out, her thighs clenching his head as she bucked with pleasure.

Afterward, Bethany sat up, still in the heels, and rubbed the front of Hunter's jeans.

Hunter knew it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. He let Bethany unzip his pants and then she knelt in front of him. When she took him in her mouth, he groaned out loud. Her hands gripped his ass as she sucked him fast and hard.

He felt himself start to come and tried to pull away. But Bethany clung to him, not releasing him until after he had emptied himself into her mouth. That was a new sensation, he thought, his body still trembling with pleasure.

“Do you have a condom?” Bethany asked with pure lust in her voice.

“Yes.”

Hunter went to his bedside table and pulled out the foil package.

“Let me,” Bethany panted.

She took the foil wrapper from Hunter's hand and tore it open. She pulled the larger than average condom from the package. She held the tip between her fingers with one hand and rolled the condom down Hunter's long, hard shaft with the other.

“There,” said Bethany. “Now, let's see how good that nice long cock of yours feels inside of me.”

Bethany pushed Hunter onto his bed. She climbed on top of him and straddled his muscular hips. She spread her legs and eased her slit over his massive penis. She pushed her hips down and let out a moan as Hunter's erect penis pierced the folds of her sex.

“Oh, yes, yes!” she exclaimed.

Hunter let out a moan of pleasure as Bethany brought him deep inside her. Bethany moved her hips faster. She positioned herself so that the head of Hunter's cock pressed her joy button with each thrust. Hunter reached up and cupped Bethany's voluptuous breasts and teased her solid pink buds with his fingers.

Bethany rocked harder and faster. The two ascended toward climax. Bethany let out a final moan as they went over the edge as Hunter's ejaculation filled the condom tip and Bethany released the juices of sexual pleasure.

Bethany had a look of both satisfaction and conquest. She climbed off of Hunter and got out of the bed. Hunter was surprised when Bethany stood and began dressing so soon after the sex was over.

"Everything okay?" he asked, puzzled.

"Perfect!" Bethany said with a smile. "You were as good as I had hoped."

"Okay, that's good to hear," Hunter said.

He put on his own clothes and followed Bethany to the living room.

"Did you want to do something later?" he asked.

Bethany smiled. "Sorry, but I've gotten what I need. I don't do relationships."

Hunter gawked at her.

"So, going to the prom with me is out of the question?"

Bethany laughed.

"I've had my date lined up for the last couple of months," she said. "But don't feel bad. He won't get the kind of experience you did until the night of the prom."

"Okay," Hunter said slowly. "So, let me see you out, then."

Bethany left his house with her hips swaying and her heels clicking on the paved driveway. Five minutes later, she was gone, peeling out of the driveway in her silver BMW.

Hunter shook his head, not sure what to feel. He had honestly felt something for Bethany and had hoped she would go to the prom with him. On the other hand, he still felt sated from her amazing fellatio skills. Bethany had shown him a new side to girls today.

He found himself laughing. In one hour he had been treated to amazing oral sex, the fuck of his life, and then dumped unceremoniously. Life could really be weird.

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2:00 A.M., Saturday, Town of Dawson, suburbs

Amber Holloway parked in front of the dilapidated mobile home that was, unfortunately, her home. Not that she thought of it like that. She spent every possible moment away from the trailer home. She warily eyed the rusted, blue Ford Pinto beside her. Apparently, her mother's loser boyfriend was spending the evening.

After unlocking the door, Amber laced the keys through her fingers. If there was trouble tonight, she was prepared to make a mark on the loser's face. Flickering light from the television cast a dim light on the worn and soiled living room furniture. Her mother, as usual, was zonked out on the sofa, a pile of empty beer cans littering the coffee table and floor.

Travis, though, was wide awake, sitting in a recliner as though he had been waiting there for Amber all evening.

"Hard night?" Travis asked, hospitably enough.

Of course, he might have come across as more sympathetic if one hand wasn't already in his pants as he fingered his erection.

Amber grunted in his direction, not even slowing. Travis had been coming on to her for the past several months. At some point, she knew a confrontation was likely. She sincerely hoped it wasn't tonight. She tired after closing down the restaurant that night. Somehow, she had gotten stuck breaking down the shake machine. That task alone took over an hour to complete. By the time she sprayed down the last greasy fryer basket and mopped the floor, she was hot, sticky, and exhausted. She needed a hot shower, her flannel pajamas, and some sleep.

In the small bathroom, Amber made sure to secure the deadlock bolt she had installed several months earlier. If Travis tried to get in, as he had once before, he was going to have to take the whole door down. Once Amber finished her shower, she dressed quickly in long flannel pajamas with the shirt buttoned firmly on top. She also wore a tee shirt underneath as an extra precaution. No one could honestly say that she was leading Travis on.

She opened the door, not really surprised to find him standing there. Again, this was the typical and tiresome behavior she had grown used to expecting over the last few weeks.

"Want to come and have a drink before you go to bed?" he asked, smiling at her.

Amber saw that he was trying to hold in his huge beer gut.

"I've got another shift tomorrow and I need to get up early to finish a school project," Amber said, trying to be pleasant in spite of her disgust.

She didn't want an argument this late at night.

"It's always work or school or some other lame excuse," Travis said, stepping closer to prevent her from slipping past him.

Amber plastered a smile on her face.

"Well, I am still in high school," she said. "And my teachers kind of expect me to turn projects in on time."

"I can make sure you get the right kind of rest," Travis said. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that."

Amber tried to duck around Travis's other side, but he moved quickly to block her again. Damn! Was he actually sober? He was a little easier to control when he had a few too many.

"Come on, you have a few minutes to spend with your good buddy," Travis said.

"I think you might want to go back into the living room with mom," Amber said coldly. "She is your girlfriend after all."

Travis laughed meanly.

"Your mom is so damn drunk all the time it's like dating a cold, dead fish. I have needs that haven't been met in awhile."

"Then I suggest you leave right now and look for somebody else while you can still walk out the door in one piece," Amber said.

Travis lunged forward, his hands raised, and grabbed her shirt.