Her Vagina Was Too Small

So perhaps the following short narrative is merely result of alcoholic and sexual ventures, rendering all efforts to keep us wondrously blissful in ignorance, useless. This is a true story, though I've altered character's names.

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A friend invited me to a small seminar pertaining to figure drawing. Such seminars are usually difficult to attract participants, unless the gluttonous incentive of, oh let’s just say…pizza is involved. So, there was a slight obligation to come and participate.

I find the room where the seminar is being held, and come to meet an ensemble of friends. There was Jacki, Christy, Margaret, and Lisa, who was modeling, and there was Addison and Luke. And finally, there was this girl...

I inclined myself to talk to her, and kept thinking to ask her of her name. She began to talk politics, which I found to be inappropriate for figure drawing, and perhaps viceful, just as it is viceful to talk politics at the dinner table. But that’s just in the States. She was chatty, and touted her internship with several prominent candidates. So she’s got quite the resume already.

I couldn’t help but notice how sexually overt she was. She had immensely developed breasts, an exposed bra, and a loose shirt, as she later explained. But, as she was talking politics, she began to mention some perhaps unmentionable things:

“When we won the primary, my mother gave me shots of tequila! I was so excited, and drunk, and when the media came to report on the win, I couldn’t help but say “HOW EXCITED I WAS!” I must have said it seventeen times. I don’t think they ever aired me because of that…”

An interesting anecdote to divulge in the middle of a figure drawing seminar, but she continued. She began to describe her experiences with other substances that she had abused, and her interest in sexual psychology. I attempted to pretend to be interested in what other drugs her mother suggested that she try, but perhaps I failed, or perhaps, this girl had her mind elsewhere.

The participants were finished drawing Lisa, and this unknown girl excused herself for a few moments before it was her turn to model. Perhaps her brief absence took a wild and familiar tangent. She returned to sit on the table that we all surrounded, and posed, but not until she was so inclined to divulge that she fancies margaritas, and how she’s had four just today. Her interest in sex immediately picked up, and she began to describe, vividly, various sexual experiences she had with, various people. Her openness to her promiscuity was just baffling, but alas, she had a number of margaritas to drink.

She even mentioned names in her sexual escapades, and perhaps unfortunately people that I’ve known and until today have known in another fashion. Luke and Addison perhaps shared my feelings of awkwardness, to the extent of “She seems repulsing” or “She certainly likes an orgasm!”

All of this happening, we had difficulties to draw her, as she would turn her head to talk, really to no one, as I couldn’t see how one could hold interest in such a topic. She would also annoyingly send text messages, asking if she should fuck a particular person, and how she would want to fuck her best friend. We asked Lisa to pose again, and unfortunately she was subjected to sit up with this nameless, yet interesting girl. The alcohol set in further, and she just divulged so much information on her sex life, to the very extent that one sexual partner claimed “her vagina was too small”. Lisa understandably was just as repulsed as Luke and Addison were. She asked Addison and Luke to include penises in her portraits and the nameless girl even inclined herself to question Luke and Addison about their penis sizes and overall sex lives, in which Luke was taken aback by such prying questions. Though surprisingly she did not inquire anything to my sex life.

The seminar proved to be very peculiar, and we all finished, our rather awful drawings due to some impeding factors. The nameless girl made an edit to Luke’s drawing, like that of phallic imagery to which she had previously suggested, bumbled around the room, and proceeded to gather her belongings, and leave, to which I ask the hostess, “Who WAS that girl?”