As she walked back into the lounge, after her shower, Kirsty saw his pad on the table and could not help herself from taking another sneaky look. She looked at how he had drawn her, and was amazed at how anyone could craft a likeness from graphite and paper, with such perfection. Even she had to admit that she looked good in the composition and that despite the fact that she was looking at herself, she found the image very erotic. He certainly had an appreciation for a woman's body. Hers in this instance. She flipped the page to the lingerie covered next door neighbour. "He did this without her modelling...?" Kirsty had to admit that it was another very sexy piece of erotica. The next few pages were of her in various different clothes, then as she turned the next page she gasped. "Simon you naughty boy." She looked at his individual studies of the woman, both clothed in bikini and naked. "My God, he really does have an appreciation. That is almost pornographic and quite voyeuristic." The next few pages were studies of a male model. His powerful physique similar to Simon's, in fact this could be a self-study, she thought.
More studies of older people followed. Even the detail he put into these was amazing, the wrinkles, the saggy bits, but still he made them look proud and beautiful. When she turned the next page, she gasped out loud. "GOD!" She saw herself in what could only be described as in a Vargas style pin-up pose with black stockings and a black negligee which hid nothing. He had drawn her without any pubes, her labia lips fully exposed and suggestively opening. Her nipples he had drawn as rock hard erections and her mouth was posed in a come-hither look. He had drawn the panels and rivet detail on the nose of the American war-plane which she now adorned as 'pin-up, nose art'. With the words 'Coming to get ya'. She had to confess it did make her think of those 40's style pictures with a 21st century erotic twist.
Kirsty felt her insides immediately churn. This picture was stunning. She had never seen herself as a blatant sex object. Nor had she ever worn this kind of stuff, or considered wearing this kind of stuff for any of her boyfriends. She had certainly never thought of herself being admired by thousands of young men as they walked past her picture, adorning the side of a World War 2 bomber. She was surprised that she found that idea quite appealing. As she turned the page, she saw more detailed studies of herself, from her last lot of posing. He again had drawn her with the clothes she wore at the time, and without them. It would seem that her friend knew exactly what a woman's genitals looked like, preferring the hairless look again; if Kirsty did not know any better, she would have sworn that she had posed for him completely naked, displaying all. 'How could he fill in what she hadn't shown him, so perfectly?'
One thing was certain. These drawings were private to Simon, even though they were of her and the person she now perceived as a rival. She closed the pad and headed back upstairs; she had some hair removal to take care of.
"Wow, about time," Simon said as Kirsty returned to the garden with her little summer dress on. "That was a long shower, I was beginning to think you weren't coming down."
Kirsty handed Simon a very full glass of red wine. "Sorry she said, I found it difficult to get the oil off of my back, and had to get back in again to give it another try, I only realised as I was drying myself off." The lie spilled a little too easily from her lips.
"Oh, sorry about that." Simon immediately felt guilty.
Kirsty could no-longer look at Simon in the way she had for years. It had been growing inside her for some time. She had at first seen him as an older brother, a confidante and a friend. But these last few years, and particularly this last year as they both matured, it had made her realise that her feelings were getting stronger for her handsome, hunky, funny friend. The only issue now, was how to broach this with him, without making things awkward between them if he didn't feel the same way? She could not stand to lose him as a friend.
Seeing the detailed drawings that he had done of her, not just that day, but the sessions before. And seeing his visions of her as a very sexy 'pin-up' girl; had given her hope, that perhaps he was feeling differently about her too. She hatched a plan that was simple in its execution.
As Kirsty topped up Simon's drink, she couldn't help herself smiling. She was going to do this. She was going to make a move on her best friend. It was now all she could think about. "So, is the food nearly ready? I'm starving. It's all that posing that you've had me doing. She positioned herself on the picnic table, putting her feet up onto the seat. She knew this was very dangerous territory, as her very short summer dress was unlikely to cover the fact that she wore no panties, or the fact that she was now completely devoid of any pubic hair!
It was also a dangerous move, because she was very turned on, and therefore likely to be showing more than just naked flesh.
"Yep," he smiled at her. "It's just about done. Glad you are hungry, because I have done lots!" He had too. Raiding the fridge to make a salad, doing some bread rolls, creating a marinade. And making up some kababs on skewers. Simon plated up some food for her, then stood eating and drinking as he chatted away freely to Kirsty. Although she replied and made all of the right noises. She couldn't concentrate on a single thing he was saying. She could only think about him sitting at the table and witnessing what she had prepared for him, between her legs. She almost willed him to sit, saying it over and over in her head. But uncannily, he seemed to thwart those plans. "So," she said at last, having drunk enough to begin to loosen her tongue. "I've been thinking about your woman problem."
"What!?" He laughed, "As in my inability to get one? My disinterest to start a relationship prior to university? To what problem do you refer?" He was certainly merry, influenced by the alcohol, but not as much as she.
"No silly," she sniggered. "The man eater from next door!"
"Who Ashleigh? She's not a man eater. She's lovely. Just lonely I think, and maybe a little flirty. And if she gets off on seeing me get on my bike and go cycling, then what harm is that doing me?"
"Ashleigh? Is that her name then? Oh, my poor naïve Simon. Look, from what you have told me, I can categorically state, as a woman, that she is trying to get you into bed with her. So, I have a plan."
Simon giggled. "Oh, do tell."
"Well, I will come over, to do some more posing for you. I'm sure you will have some more detailed work that you will want to go over with me, and if not, I have my own idea for a picture that I would like you to do for me. Perhaps we can look into that?"
"Oh, OK. I'm up for that. But how will that sort out my not real, problematic, next-door neighbour?" He looked quizzically at Kirsty.
"Easy, if your voyeur, then sees you with a young beautiful girl, someone that you seem interested in. Well, she should get the hint and leave you alone."
