Poppy was up early, even though it was a Saturday. She had so much to do before she left the house. She'd already picked out her clothing last night, after hours of agonising over every item. She had laid out the little make up she had on her dressing table. She'd even had a practice with it, knowing how long it was since she had last used it.
She was glad she had allowed herself so long to get ready. Normally she was the type of girl who got up, threw some clothes on, brushed her teeth, and headed out. But not today. Half an hour in the shower, ages brushing her long brunette hair, making sure it was just right, so long in front of the mirror, trying to get her make up perfect.
Today, for the first (and almost certainly only) time in her life, Poppy was going to be a life model.
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It was all Sarah's fault. Sarah had been Poppy's best friend since school, and they told each other everything. A few months ago, Sarah had told Poppy something that had shocked her - she had volunteered to do some life modelling.
"You mean - naked?" Poppy asked, sure she had misunderstood.
"Yeah," Sarah said, a little nervously.
"In front of a load of people?" Poppy asked incredulously.
Sarah was almost as shy and reserved as Poppy - although the two of them had been on holiday together plenty of times and shared a room, even Poppy had never seen Sarah fully naked. The two of them would always get changed in the bathroom.
"No, just one guy," Sarah replied. "He's called Toby."
"Where?" Poppy asked.
"In his flat," Sarah said.
"So you're going to go to a strange guy's flat, take all your clothes off, and sit there and let him draw you?" Poppy asked, sure this was some kind of joke.
"Yeah," Sarah said. "I know what you're thinking, but he's a friend of a friend, he's OK."
"But why?" Poppy had asked, still thinking Sarah was winding her up.
"I just think it would be nice, I'm so insecure about my body, and I just thought it might help. I still only let Jake have sex with me with all the lights off, and it would just be good if I was confident enough to, you know, show off for him a bit," Sarah explained.
Poppy felt the usual jealousy she did when Sarah mentioned Jake. Neither Poppy nor Sarah had had boyfriends at school, and they'd both only had short relationships since, never long enough for either of them to think about having sex. But a year ago Sarah had met Jake through a dating site, and things were going great for them.
Sarah had started sleeping with Jake a few months ago, and shared all the details with Poppy. Poppy would go home and fantasise about having sex, imagining that she was Sarah and that Jake was there, doing the things to her that Sarah had described. It was weird, and she'd never told Sarah she did this.
Poppy had never thought that Sarah would go through with posing as a life model, but she did. She came back and described the whole thing to Poppy. The guy had been lovely, made her a cup of tea, got her comfortable, and drawn a really great picture of her. He'd given her a copy, which Sarah offered to show to Poppy.
When she did, Poppy could feel herself going bright red with embarrassment. It was only a drawing, but it was fantastically detailed, the guy was obviously extremely talented. He'd spared no detail, and Poppy could now see all the parts of Sarah's body she had never seen in real life.
If the artist was to be believed, Sarah had a fantastic pair of boobs. Poppy had always been jealous of Sarah's boobs - both had been pretty flat chested in their early teens, then Sarah's had suddenly got huge whilst Poppy's had settled at a B cup. But seeing them bare, even only in the drawing, made her even more jealous.
What really surprised her was Sarah's bare crotch. The artist had added not a single hair, and had added just the slightest mark at the point of the triangle her closed legs formed, which looked to Poppy as if it was Sarah's cooch just peeking through. The two had discussed girls shaving their private area before, and both had been against it.
"I know, I know," Sarah said, when she said Poppy looking. "It's just... I got embarrassed about Toby seeing me with pubes. I know it's silly..."
That night Poppy went up to bed early, as she always did when she was planning on playing with herself. She undressed and climbed into bed naked, pulling the covers over her. For some reason, even though she lived alone, she still felt the need to cover herself up before she touched herself.
She spread her legs and put her hand between them, feeling her cooch nestled in her thick untrimmed pubic hair. She started to rub gently, starting as she always did with the lips, denying herself her clit until she was more aroused to tease herself. She immediately started to relax as the gentle pleasure started to warm her body.
Before Sarah had started sleeping with Jake, Poppy hadn't masturbated that often. It had just been an occasional thing. There was a time of month, the last few days, when her hormones made her a bit horny, and she would usually have a bit of a play with herself a couple of times.
But since that time that Sarah had described to her in detail exactly how she had lost her virginity to Jake Poppy had found herself naked between the sheets far more frequently. She was starting to get really good at it. She'd even had her first ever orgasm a few weeks ago. She'd told Sarah, of course, but left out the fact that she'd been fantasising about riding Jake cowgirl at the time.
Poppy's lips swelled and moistened as she gradually rubbed them harder, her whole body starting to become aroused. She imagined herself walking into an artist's studio, drawings of nude women adorning the walls, the guy sat there with his pencil and paper, her undressing in front of him, him admiring her body.
Poppy let her fingers find her clit, loving the boost of pleasure that always came from giving in to the ache and touching her pleasure button. She had got a lot more confident and experienced with playing with it recently, and it rewarded her handsomely. Her arousal meant that the idea of being naked in front of a strange guy seemed not only doable, but enjoyable. She loved imagining him looking at her completely exposed body, seeing the bulge start to grow in his trousers.
She imagined being handed the picture of her naked body, the permanent evidence of her exposure, all of her private parts captured in permanence. Perhaps the artist would take the drawing to bed, start to fantasise about it. She imagined him slipping out his cock, starting to thrust it in his hand as Sarah had described Jake doing to himself. Her thinking about him thinking about her...
Her whole body was warm and tingling, her lady parts aching with pleasure, insatiably begging to be rubbed harder, faster, all over. Her hand was out of her control now, working her clit, sliding down her wet lips and back up again, and on her clit again now, close, so close, his cock was in his hand and...
Her whole body shut down with the pleasure, her mind blank, her hand still rubbing, his lips so sensitive, every nerve ending tingling. The orgasm filled her and she held onto it for as long as she could. As her pleasure slipped into comfortable wellbeing, she felt sleepy.
Her senses returned, and she remembered she was in the house alone, with nobody to give her a cuddle and kiss. Sighing she got out of bed, had a pee and cleaned her teeth, then climbed into her pyjamas and went to sleep.
