Inexperienced | JENLISA

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"Do you like my art?" Alejandro asked, as he led me inside his apartment.

Big nipples, small nipples, square nipples, abstract nipples, vaginas with hair, vaginas completely bare, vaginas spread wide, vaginas with fingers in them...

"Wow," I said, as I took in the vast amount of naked woman gracing every inch of his walls. "I didn't know a vagina could be green."

He chuckled next to my ear and whispered in a deep, husky voice, "It's art, querida. A vagina can be any color you want it to be."

Nodding, I walked over to some of his smaller paintings to get a better look.

"Do you just paint naked women?"

"No, I do self-portraits as well."

"You do?" I asked, interested and tipsy. I could feel myself swaying back and forth.

"Yes, would you like to see?"

"Please, I would love to see how you capture yourself."

"This way, querida," he guided me to the back of the loft, where there was a massive bed in the middle of the room with the fluffiest comforter I had ever seen.

"Wow, your bed looks comfortable. Can I jump on it?"

I heard myself say it, but still, I didn't care that I sounded like a teenager.

"You can do whatever you want on my bed."

I heard the innuendo in his voice but chose to ignore it as I took my shoes off and hopped on his bed. Instantly, I was sucked into the plush confines of his comforter.

"Oh, I can't jump on this, it's too unbelievable. What kind of comforter is this? Goose down?"

"Not quite sure. I can look and see if you would like."

"No, I want to see your self-portraits."

Yes, the margarita was taking its effect. I told myself to be cool, but my brain was giving me the middle finger, and did whatever it wanted.

Alejandro walked over to a chest and opened it with a click. His back flowed with his movements, and I was instantly aware of the fact that I was in a small loft with an extremely attractive man and laying on his bed. That was the farthest I had ever been with a man in all of my virgin years.

"Querida, are you watching?" he asked, staring at me.

I realized I had zoned out, so I shook my head clear and focused on the painting Alejandro was holding. The painted side was facing him, ready to be revealed.

"Yes," I said, while I sat on my knees and placed my hands on my thighs.

With a debonair look on his face, he turned the picture and revealed his self-portrait.

It took a second for my eyes to adjust, because I was expecting to see a picture of his face, with his slicked black hair and maybe a shirt with some buttons undone, but instead, I was staring at a two foot, what I assumed was, a self-portrait of his penis.

"Oh, my," I studied. "Um, is that life-size?"

Laughing, he shook his head, "No, that would be too much, querida but I appreciate your confidence in me."

The portrait was interesting. The background of it was just a swirl of colors, but the penis portion was most definitely a penis with a head, some veins, and a set of balls that lay next to a pair of legs. It was erotic, that was for sure, and after the initial shock, I was kind of digging the colors.