After ghosts, time loops, and conspiracy theorists, Suzi was looking forward to the end of her thirty-one days of blind dates. She ducked into the corner cafe with her new Kindle in hand, ready to dig in to some nice, satisfying erotic romance over a caramel affogato.

If ice cream has coffee on top it's a totally justifiable breakfast, she thought as she took up a soft plush chair in the corner. She wound her blonde locks into a messy bun, took a sip of the sweet brew, and curled up with her e-reader.

She tried not to think about where she was going to go hunting for a date in the evening. That was evening Suzi's problem.

As if on cue, her phone gave a cheerful chirp and she wrinkled her nose. Sometimes she wished she could just ignore the damn thing. But it was near impossible to ignore a notification, however mundane it was. She wouldn't be able to relax otherwise.

July 30, 9:00 AM

Check out that painting class!

Her brow furrowed, and then she remembered she'd set her calendar app a few weeks prior to remind her about this. She unlocked her phone and, as the accompanying photo to the calendar event popped up, the sight of the poster she'd snapped brought it all back.

There was a hipster painting class starting that day, and she'd wanted to remind herself to check it out. It was at noon, so it wouldn't interfere with whatever evening plans she would inevitably be making. She pursed her lips and put her phone back to sleep. The first class was free, so it wouldn't cost anything for an hour or two of art relaxation therapy.

After a morning of reading lewd tales, Suzi stepped into a charming old building downtown. With stone walls and a wooden floor, it almost felt like she'd gone back in time.

She followed a corridor into one of the studios, a large square area with a fireplace in the corner. The happily crackling flames cast a flickering golden glow on a nude woman stretching out atop a plush red lounge chair.

Suzi's heart skipped a beat as she wove between the easels, freezing only when she realized she'd reached the front row. She blushed, not wanting to be creepy by openly staring at the goddess before her, and ducked behind an easel before she was found out.

"She's enchanting, isn't she?" the words came out in a deep baritone to her left.

Suzi turned her wide green eyes on the man at the next easel, and her breath caught in her throat. He offered a wolfish smile, and it looked at home on his chiseled features. Tall, blonde, tanned, and handsome—a recipe for danger and desire.

She blamed the smut she'd been reading all morning. Sandwiched between this adonis and the gorgeous model, she didn't know how she was going to make it through this class without spontaneously combusting.

Suzi realized with a start that she'd been awkwardly avoiding his question while staring at his mouth, and her cheeks grew hot as she turned back to the easel.

"She's beautiful," Suzi mumbled lamely, and focused intently on rummaging through her purse for nothing. She just needed something to focus on, instead of awkwardly gaping around the room like a fish.

She turned her phone's sound off at least, which was something she'd meant to do anyway, but then she didn't have a reason to go through her stuff anymore. So she set her bag down beneath the easel, far enough toward the back leg that she wouldn't drip any paint on it. She surveyed the colors lined up on the thin table next to her.

There was a neat array of little pots there, and a palette for mixing. There weren't any brushes, though. She pursed her lips as she inspected the area, eventually glancing around the room to see if there was a stash somewhere.

"Welcome, everyone," the model cooed, her voice like silk.

Suzi peeked around her easel, her mouth going completely dry as she took in miles of cinnamon skin.

"I'm Chetana, and I'll be guiding you during this session of artistic expression," the model continued, propping herself up on one of her elbows. She seemed completely unabashed by her nakedness, in fact, she seemed like it was the most comfortable thing in the world.

Her long dark lashes framed chocolate eyes atop high cheekbones. There was a dusting of gold there, but otherwise no makeup could be found on her flawless skin.

"You may have noticed that you don't have any paint brushes," Chetana said, and raised a hand high into the air, wiggling her long fingers. "It's a good thing everyone is born with natural paintbrushes, right here."

Suzi stifled a laugh. Creating art with her hands—literally her actual hands—had always been a favourite pastime of hers. Of course finger painting wasn't exactly a normal adult pastime, so it wasn't something that she really made time for.

How serendipitous she'd ended up here.

"This isn't a portrait class." Chetana sat up straight, arching her back, and leaned to one side, hands clasped above her head. "I'm here as a model, yes, but I don't want you to paint me. I want you to feel the paint against your fingers, and put those fingers to canvas, painting what you feel. Let your body create art for you, not your mind." She leaned to the other side, letting out a happy sigh as her vertebrae gave little pops.

Suzi tried not to stare at the woman's mocha-colored nipples. They were so perfect, hard and tight little nubs despite the warmth of the room.

"Channel your heart through your hands, and paint your soul," Chetana said, and stretched out her languid form once again, this time on her stomach. She bent her legs at the knee, swinging her ankles in a lazy arc, the left one encircled with intricate lines tattooed into her flesh.

Suzi almost felt drunk on her. The swell of her heart-shaped ass in this position was delicious, and she swallowed hard.

She forced her eyes down to the paints next to her, and took a deep steadying breath before dipping her fingers into the red. The slick crimson substance coated her digits, and she brought her hand to the canvas.

The next hour passed in a haze. Chetana was, in fact, enchanting. And it wasn't just that she was beautiful. Every time she spoke, moving around to offer quiet guidance, she held this calm and soothing sensuality that made Suzi feel like she was the only one in the room. Just her and her painting.

By the end of the session, Suzi almost felt like she was coming out of a trance. She was paint-splattered and flushed, exhilarated and relaxed all at the same time. She glanced around and found the other few students that had joined the class had bewildered looks on their faces, seemingly feeling the same as her.

"Thank you all so much for coming," Chetana said, and slid from the lounger, lifting a white silk robe from the armchair beside it. "I hope to see you again next week. I'll have a special guest artist with me."

Suzi headed over to the copper wash tub against the far wall, and waited patiently in line to take her turn scrubbing the paint from her arms. She glanced over her shoulder and noticed Chetana standing behind her easel.

Suzi drew her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed it in her nervousness—what would this woman think of her painting?

The gorgeous guy that had been working beside her sidled up next to the model, leaning over to say something in her ear. Suzi strained her ears, but it was no use with the distance and echo of the water in the large tub.

Chetana nodded and gave the guy's bicep a squeeze before slipping away, breezing out of the room. Suzi swallowed her disappointment—she'd hoped she would get to talk to the ethereal woman. She silently reminded herself she probably would have been super awkward about it anyway, and then took her turn at the wash tub to clean up.

When she finished toweling off, she nearly barreled into the broad-chested frame of the adonis guy.

"Oh, jeez, sorry," she blurted, the words tumbling out of her mouth on a breath.

He shot her an award-winning smile, his teeth nearly glowing with their perfection. She imagined him in a cartoon, an animated sparkle in the corner of his mouth.

"No problem," he assured her, his deep voice seeming to thrum against her. He leaned over into the sink to scrub away his own paint, and before Suzi could scurry off, he turned his sky blue eyes on her. "Your picture is very powerful."

She flushed, clasping her hands in front of her. "Thanks. I don't do a lot of art... just kind of let go in the moment, you know?"

"It shows," he replied as he dried his hands, and then extended one to her. "I'm Aiden."

She shook his hand, fighting the urge to chew on her bottom lip again. "Suzi."

"Pleasure to meet you, Suzi," he said, eyes glittering in the firelight. "Chetana wanted to invite you up for a drink, if you're up for it."

Her heart hammered her ribcage. "Really?" she asked, and her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Uh, yeah." She covered up her nervousness with a laugh, and motioned to her easel. "Let me just grab my purse. Where exactly is up?" She wondered what else was in this building, if there was maybe a restaurant or something upstairs.

"Our studio," Aiden replied as he followed her back across the room. "And apartment, really. We have a condo but we spend so much time here that most of our stuff is here."

Suzi nodded, staying casual though disappointment fluttered in her chest. There was no way that two people this attractive were simply roommates. They had to be together, which dashed her chances of having her thirtieth blind date this afternoon in an art studio. Although, she supposed, maybe a drink with a super hot couple still counted as a date.

Then she could head on home and deal with her frustrated libido by herself for the night.

"Ready?" Aiden asked, drawing Suzi from her thoughts.

She smiled and slung her purse over her shoulder, following him out of the room and into the corridor at the back of the building. She quickly typed out a text to her bestie, Trystan, letting him know where she was. Safety first.

About to hang out with a super hot artist couple I just met. Here's the address just in case. Xoxo

She tucked her phone back into her purse as they reached the stone stairs. She was in awe at that castle feel again, like they were heading up the inside of a turret.

"So do you go to school here?" Aiden asked as they climbed.

"English lit graduate," Suzi replied, "you?"

He smiled. "Accounting major."

They reached the top, entering a long hallway with an arched ceiling. The doors were heavy wood, and the modern knobs looked out of place in such a rustic setting.

She raised an eyebrow. "Accounting, huh?"

"Surprised?" Aiden chuckled as he stopped in front of one of the doors. "Art doesn't always pay the bills. Plus the skills come in handy at tax time." He pushed the door open and led Suzi inside.

"I bet," she replied, but her voice trailed off as she took in the space. Where the rest of the building was stark and medieval, Chetana's studio was cozy and inviting. Rich drapes covered the stone walls in wine reds, royal blues, and shimmering golds. Paintings and sculptures hung and leaned against almost every surface, with the exception being the massive king-sized bed in the corner.

Suzi blushed and tried not to stare at it. It was the most inviting thing of all, low to the ground and puffy as a cloud covered in silk. Looking at it just made her imagine running her hands over caramel skin.

"Ah, here she is," Chetana greeted, dulcet tones soothing Suzi's anxiety. "I'm so glad you decided to come up." She approached, carrying two tall glasses of what looked like strawberry milkshakes.

"Tana, meet Suzi," Aiden said brightly as he crossed the room to the makeshift kitchen in the corner.

Suzi took one of the glasses and caught a faint spicy aroma, noticing a cluster of saffron on top.

Aiden rummaged in a little fridge and pulled out a beer for himself, cracking it open with a sharp zzzzt. "There's beer, too, if you prefer that to the fancy lassis."

Suzi clinked her glass against Chetana's and took a sip. It was thick, rich, sweet, and floral with a hint of yogurt and cinnamon.

"Oh, this is delicious," she blurted, and took another sip. "Thank you."

"The pleasure is mine," the model replied with a warm smile. "I should also thank you. Your painting was very flattering."

Suzi raised an eyebrow. "I didn't... I mean all I painted was a bunch of blobs."

"You painted your passion," Chetana insisted, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You connected with me, and it showed in what you created." Her tongue darted out from between her lips and swept away a droplet of cream. "I enjoyed watching you while you did it."

The blonde fought the heat in her cheeks. "I enjoyed watching you, too."

Aiden took a deep swig of his beer, and he and Chetana shared a lingering gaze before focusing back on Suzi. She couldn't help but feel like an art piece on display, and to avoid chewing her lip, she took another long gulp of the delicious smoothie.

"I'm going to be forward with you," the goddess said, her mouth forming around the words with sensual grace, "Aiden and I have been talking for a long while about sharing a woman together. We would like you to be that woman."

Suzi nearly spit out her lassi, forcing herself to swallow the mouthful through her shock. She blinked rapidly for a moment, and then took a deep steadying breath.

"You don't even know me," she finally said.

Chetana trilled a laugh. "No, but there's something about you. And I think you feel the same way about me, don't you?"

Suzi drew her bottom lip between her teeth, imagining the possibilities. Date thirty, did you just fall into my lap? she thought.

"Of course, we can get to know each other first," the model continued with a warm smile, and set down her drink, extending her hand.

Fuck it. Suzi set down her own glass on the small table.

She took Chetana's hand, and took charge, pulling her close. The goddess let out a soft sigh of surprise a split second before the blonde claimed her lips. It was a tentative, soft kiss, and Suzi reached up with her free hand, sliding it around the back of the woman's long neck to thread into her long dark hair.

Chetana melted against her, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for it, two soft curvy puzzle pieces. Suzi parted her lips with her tongue, deepening the kiss, swallowing the other woman's moan of pleasure. She arched as feminine hands ran up and down her back, stopping every so often to cup her body, giving a little squeeze.

Aiden stepped up behind Suzi as the women broke their breathless kiss. She leaned back against his chiseled chest as Chetana drew her fingers up the front of her button-down shirt.

"May I?" she asked, voice a low husk as she tickled the top button.

Suzi nodded, heat flooding her veins like napalm at the slender digits deftly undoing her shirt. The brunette leaned forward, lips following the creamy skin slowly being exposed all the way down to the bottom.

Chetana sank to her knees, sliding her palms around to cup Suzi's ass through her leggings, all the while dragging her tongue across the sensitive skin just above the elastic waist. Aiden gently swept the open shirt from the blonde's shoulders, leaving her in her sports bra. He cupped a breast and then her chin, tilting her head up so he could take her lips from behind with his own.

Suzi curled her arms behind her to grasp at his neck, barely able to reach all the way around with his height. She surrendered herself to the sensations, clutching at his skin as the goddess below tugged her leggings down, inch by agonizing inch.

Aiden slipped a hand beneath her bra as their tongues danced, and she moaned into his mouth as he tweaked her nipple.

"I..." Suzi gasped, twisting her head away. "I think we need to get over to that bed," she panted, and stared down into Chetana's heady gaze. "With far less clothes."

The trio moved swiftly and almost as one, somehow shedding their garments while stealing touches of each other. It was a playful dance that left a path of fabric across the studio all the way to the silk-covered bed like a trail of sexy breadcrumbs.

They tumbled in a giggling heap on the king-sized bed, and Suzi wriggled her way down Chetana's body, desperate to taste her. She left languid kisses down one cinnamon thigh and up the other, teasing the model's smooth skin.

The brunette arched as Suzi parted her folds, pressing her tongue against the slick heat. Chetana tasted like ambrosia, like life, like everything that was sweet and right in the world. The blonde keened into her new lover's clit as Aiden's hand began to play with her from behind.

He held her hip with one strong hand, manipulating her bundle of nerves with feather-light touches with the other. A guttural moan tore its way from Chetana's throat as Suzi slid her middle finger into her wet heat, slowly pumping in and out as she continued to lap at her.

The three moved almost in unison, breaths playing off of one another, skin glimmering in the dim golden glow of the tungsten lights. Suzi lost herself in the sensations of being between two beauties, Aiden carved from stone and quickly bringing her to the cusp of ecstasy, and Chetana born from fire and writhing in silk as she sped toward the edge herself.

Suzi realized with a rush of pleasure that this was the sensation she'd been channeling while she painted—this was what had been alight in her soul when she showed her passion on the canvas. This was what the couple had seen in her work. This is why they had chosen her.

Her core coiled and clenched deliciously and she gave in to the sensation, her orgasm flooding her like a tidal wave of pleasure. Chetana's nub stiffened beneath her tongue and the golden-skinned goddess cried her own release, fisting the sheets tightly.

As the women collapsed in a sweaty heap next to each other, chests heaving, they held each other and giggled, looking up at a very aroused-looking Aiden.

"Come here, darling," Chetana said, and they opened their arms, allowing him to slide between them.

Much later, after many more orgasms and sex positions that Suzi had never dreamed of folding herself into, she flopped out of the bed to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. On her way back, she peeked at her phone, and saw that Trystan had texted her back an hour prior.

Trystan: Lucky bitch, you still alive?

Suzi let out a soft giggle and quickly typed back: Barely. ;) Date 30 success.

~fin~

Author's Note: This one-shot is part of the 31 Blind Dates Anthology from more than two dozen Wattpad writers including members of the Stars program, published authors, Ambassadors and Wattys winners.

If you want to start at the beginning, go to the profile of rskovach! For the next and final story, head over to robshapiro for #31!

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