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Teenies Hardcore
Lydia stared at him attentively. Big beautiful browns, the
alliterative phrase popped up. “Of course, it also depends on what the
subject wants to do. It’s up to her to be the artist’s silent partner,
helping him shape the entire evolution of the picture. A really
outstanding subject is a treasure to find, at least for me.” He finished
somberly and stared at his glass.
A moment passed in silence. “Would you like to paint me?” she asked.
Another moment floated away. “Definitely,” he smiled. “Is that an offer?”
“Yes. Maybe.” Lydia tossed her shoulders in confusion and they both
broke out into laughter. When they looked back at each other both were
smiling.

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Innocent Campus Teen
He began imagining the scene in his mind’s eye, Lydia seated
comfortably in his studio, ready to pose. Helplessly he pictured her
wearing a crimson and black frilly teddy emphasizing a high bust and tight
curves. Her crossing and uncrossing a pair of legs sheathed in thigh-high
black leather boots. Leering with intense wanton lust. Licking her lips at
him… Daniel locked away the image and stuffed it back in the hormonal
closets of his mind.
“The eyes,” he started over. “I’d have to check for the dominant feelings
there, and pick one to set the whole mood.” Daniel looked into her eyes now.
Soft, warm, open, melting, innocent, sensual, aware, unassuming, caring… a
rush of superlative adjectives tumbled over each other in his head. “Then I’d
draw the face around the framework of emotion. The hardest part is getting
the eyes just right.” He knew he’d never get her eyes wrong. “If the eyes
work out, everything else just falls into place,” he added quietly.

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Hot Teens Campus
Lydia took the opportunity to discreetly study him. Tall and well
built, he cut a fine figure in that tux, she had to admit. Sea green eyes
were framed by dark, almost feminine lashes. Stylishly short hair on a
chiselled face, capped by a slightly rounded chin. He held his drink with
casual confidence and exuded a friendly non-threatening air. His interest
in her was more than polite, she knew. She liked him.
“Tell me,” Lydia said slowly. Daniel listened attentively. She
continued, “If you were going to do me… how would you approach the
painting?” Daniel unfroze his smile and genuinely beamed.
“It’d be a pleasure. I find that a lovely subject just lends herself
to portrayal on canvas.” Not necessarily true…confirmed by the neutral
expression in Lydia’s eyes. Daniel hurried on. “But in terms of procedure,
well — skip terminology. I’d focus on the eyes to set the tone of the
painting.”

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Hot Campus Teenie
“Just Daniel.” He shook the older gentleman’s hand firmly. He turned
to face Lydia, who was standing like a vision of glory in streaming green
and black. “Daniel,” he repeated softly, taking her hand in a slowly
pressing handshake. He felt the warmth and smoothness of her palm through
the glove, lingering for a moment. She didn’t protest.
Regretfully, Daniel released her magnetic warm hand and returned his
partial attention to Jason. “I dabble a little on the stock market. Well,
sometimes with futures too.” He grinned shamefacedly. “But mainly I paint:
landscapes, impressionistic pieces, portraits…” He glanced meaningfully
at Lydia. “I’m trying to learn to sculpt but it’s hard going so far.”
Lydia looked interested, so he decided to press on. “Actually, right
now I’m completing a collection on summer themes. Rivers, lakes, fishing,
Venice, beaches, the city in August; things along that line.”
Lydia smiled coquettishly. “Things that are hot.” Then, surprisingly,
she winked. Daniel coughed and covered up with a drink of his brandy. The
world temporarily narrowed to just the two of them, with Jason far away
behind an opaque wall. Daniel blinked and awoke again to the noisy room.
“Ummmmm. I like to think my works describe the season metaphorically.
I’ve already done something like this with Fall, which is really my
favourite season. I guess I’m in a rut.” He smiled apologetically and
raised his glass for a tiny sip.