hips then sat down
to sketch. He worked quickly and made some progress sketching her
hips, stomach and breasts, but as he started to work on her face,
Jillian began to stir.
He quickly ran out of the room with his pad and
charcoal then made his way to the bathroom to shower. Then he
headed off to work. It was a close call and he wasn't happy with
his rushed nervously prepared sketch anyway. He needed a better
plan.
Victoria attended classes that morning and took
an exam. When she returned home, she worked on a paper for a few
hours and then proceeded to do something far more important. She
searched the Internet for a plausible way to request a blood sample
from Rob and Jim. She located a nationwide firm that she could
contact to obtain the samples for her. That was the easy part. Then
she pondered her story—that was the hard part.
First, she considered telling them that she had
been diagnosed with some new strain of chlamydia that wasn't all
that dangerous but needed to be treated. And rather than have them
go to the bother of seeing a doctor, she would send a lab tech to
get a sample. This she felt was an option, although an embarrassing
one leading to more questions and best used as a last resort.
She considered some other implausible scenarios
and then as she scrolled one last page from her Internet search she
spotted it—an ancestry search required a DNA sample. Sure, it could
be garnered from a cheek swap, but her subjects probably wouldn't
know that. Victoria would tell them both that she was planning on
giving the wedding couple a gift of a full ancestry search and a
blood sample from a close relative was the only way she could pull
this off and keep it a surprise. Maybe it was an odd gift, but she
knew she could sell it. She could sell anything. The company she
found online produced this elaborate framed ancestry family tree
tracing back the roots of individuals hundreds of years. She would
use these details only if needed.
A quick phone call to Rob and Jim left them
confused and a little reluctant but onboard. Victoria made the
arrangements with the lab and a few days later both Rob and Jim
were visited by a nurse—Jim at his dorm and Rob at his office.
Victoria's sample could not be drawn for another few weeks, but at
least she had the potential fathers’ part out of the way.
At Brian's fourth class, it was female nude
night; the three male students were looking forward to the
refreshing sausage-free change. All Brian saw of the tall woman in
the robe as she made her way toward the stool was her back. When
she dropped her robe and exposed her beautiful ass, he felt a sort
of déjà vu vibe. As the woman turned, he recognized that it was
Victoria. He was not at all surprised. She spotted him instantly
and rushed over for a hug as the other male students looked on
jealously.
When they pulled apart, Brian gave her a smile,
and she said, "Got to go. I'll talk to you after class."
He broke out in a sweat during the entire
remainder of the hour-long class as he sketched Victoria's body in
full detail. He was really beginning to improve, and he glanced at
his sketch proudly. When the class had ended, Victoria unabashedly
walked over to him sans robe and stood admiring his work. As the
other members of the class packed their things, they stared at them
both. Brian gave her a nervous look and whispered, "Aren't you
going to put on your robe?"
She scoffed as she replied, "I've been sitting
up their naked for almost an entire hour, and now I'm supposed to
suddenly become shy?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
Victoria studied his drawing with a smile. "It's
really good. I had no idea you were an artist." She frowned a bit
as she pointed to her crotch on the page. "You made my labia too
big."
"It's the first time I've ever drawn that
part."
"Wait until next class when you get to do the
close-up. Then you can draw it really big. That's my favorite
class."
"I'm not surprised," Brian said, and then
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