“Come on, let’s go back to my dorm room. I went to the library this morning and checked out a few books on Kahlo. We can sort through them and see which has the best information.”
When we arrived at her room, I kept an eye out for my sketchbook. My eyes scanned the pink room but I could not see it anywhere.
“Nick? Are you okay?” Jacelia asked.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I replied.
“Are you sure? If you want we can continue researching tomorrow.”
“I’m sure.”
We spent the next hour perusing the various books she checked out from the library. Every once in a while, I would divert my eyes from the page I was reading and sneak a look around her room for any sight of my sketchbook.
“Find anything interesting so far?” she questioned.
“Not quite,” I replied.
“Are you sure, Nick?”
“Yeah.”
“You seem very distracted.”
“I’m not.”
“Excuse me for a moment.”
I watched as she stood up and walked to her closet. Closing the book I was reading, I decided to take the time to look more thoroughly around her room. I began my search under her bed and then near her desk.
“Looking for something?” I heard her ask all of a sudden, causing me to jump up in surprise.
“Oh, uh, no, I was just stretching my arms,” I said quickly as I faked an arm stretch.
“Stretching, huh? I actually think you were looking for this,” she said. My jaw dropped when I saw her holding my precious sketchbook.
“Jacelia—”
“Nick, I must say that your drawings are excellent. Not only do they have great details, they are muy caliente.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Is this what you want me to do to you?” Jacelia asked while opening up my sketchbook, her fingers thumbing through the pages.
She smiled when she arrived at the page she was looking for and showed me the drawing I did a few days ago in the library where she had my cock in her mouth. My cheeks burned in embarrassment. I never thought she would ever see my drawings.
“And is this what you want to do to me?” she questioned as she flipped through the pages again and stopped at the one I drew two weeks ago in class. It was of me driving my cock into her, doggie-style. I was inspired to draw it because I had caught her bending over in class, her ass sticking out, trying to pick up a pen.
“Jacelia, I can explain,” I said nervously.
“What is there to explain? It’s all right here,” she said, waving the sketchbook in front of my face.
“I’m sorry if I offended you. I promise to never draw you again,” I said, nearly in tears from being totally embarrassed. My mind was racing; she probably hated my guts now and thought I was the biggest pervert in the world.
“Damn, you are so cute. If you wanted me, you should have just asked,” Jacelia said seductively as she moved closer toward me. My eyes bugged out of their sockets; did I hear her right?
“Wha-wha-what?”
Jacelia got on her knees, her face inches away from my crotch, and said, “If you wanted to live out what you drew in your drawings, you should have just asked. I mean, why draw fantasy, when you can have reality?”