Page 69 of The Rules of Dating

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured. I wanted to touch her but wasn’t about to assume that was okay. Instead, I grabbed the black and white paints she’d used to make my bow tie. “Anything in particular you’d like me to paint on you?” I asked.

“No. I’d like to see what you come up with.”

Great. This is going to be a disaster.

As I continued to stare at her beautiful tits, only one thing came to mind. I couldn’t see anything else. And all I could think was…she’s going to hate it.

But I proceeded to do it anyway. “You can’t look down until I’m done, okay?”

“That’s fair.” She smiled.

Billie lay back as I carefully began creating my masterful artwork. Considering I had the artistic talent of a five-year-old, she had a lot to look forward to. I figured I would spare her and only paint one of her breasts. I’d decided on the left.

I enjoyed every second of brushing over her skin with the white paint, taking longer than I probably should’ve because I wasn’t sure if I’d get this opportunity again. After her whole breast was covered, I opened the black ink to finish the details of my design. My erection wouldn’t let up, and I hoped she’d understand that I had no control over it if she looked down and noticed how aroused I was.

My amateur design work didn’t take all that long, and when I finished, all I could think to say was, “Don’t kill me.”

Her cheeks reddened. “What did you do?”

“Go look.”

Billie got up, walked over to the mirror, and her mouth dropped. “You did not just turn my boob into Snoopy!”

I’d painted her nipple black to form Snoopy’s nose along with two black slits above it for his eyes. Along the sides I painted black ears. It wasn’t a masterpiece, but I felt like I’d pulled it off.

“It was the only thing I could think of.”

She started to crack up. Her boobs shook in the mirror, and it looked like Snoopy was cracking up, too. “Colby Lennon, you are insane. But I love it.”

“Yeah?”

She walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck. Our eyes locked, and this time it was me who couldn’t help making the first move. I leaned in and took her lips with mine, feeling the entire day of pent-up frustration come barreling out as I exhaled into her mouth. Our tongues collided, and it was every bit as amazing as the first time. I couldn’t wait to get inside of this woman, even if it took me forever to get there.

She pulled back, panting. This was the moment she normally stopped things, before they went too far. And that was probably a good thing, because any longer and I would’ve leaned down to take Snoopy’s nose into my mouth.

“I’d better get going,” she said.

Right on cue. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I think today was fun overload, and we need to pace ourselves.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Whatever you want.” I took out my phone and called her a car.

“I don’t want to get paint on my corset. Is it okay if I borrow this hoodie?”

“Of course. Keep the damn thing if you want. Better yet, bring it back the next time you let me paint you.”

“I’m afraid of what you’d paint next.”

“I already have a great idea for the yellow paint.”

“Let me guess. Woodstock?”

“Not telling.” I winked. “I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Say goodbye to Snoopy,” she said as she zipped up my hoodie, covering her breasts.

“Damn. I’m gonna miss him.”