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Disclaimer: Full House belongs to Jeff Franklin Productions, Miller/Boyett
Productions and Warner Brothers Television. This story is not-for-profit,
but I own it.

Date: 04/05/2006

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, female solo sex, male solo sex, male/female sex, strong
language

Category: Het

Pairing: D.J. Tanner/Steve Hale

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Other Notes: This story is a birthday gift for Candace Cameron Bure, who was
born on the Sixth day of April, 1976.

Summary: After her best friend and next-door neighbor, Kimmy Gibbler moves
out of her house, D.J. decides to leave the Tanner house and go see what life
has in store for her.

Dedication: Happy 30th Birthday to Candace Cameron Bure! -- ATK 2006
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Full House: An Artist Named Steve
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

My name is Donna Jo Tanner -- of course, everyone around me calls me D.J. --
and ever since my dad, Danny Tanner had allowed his best friend, Joey
Gladstone and my uncle, Jesse Katsopolis to stay and help take care of me
and my sisters, Stephanie and Michelle, our entire house became a place that
was fun to live in.

As a matter of fact, it had became more fun after my uncle Jesse had married
Becky Donaldson -- who was my dad's co-host on WAKE-UP, SAN FRANCISCO -- and
they had twin boys named Nicky and Alex.

But of course, that was before the Sixth day of April, which was when I had
discovered that my best friend, Kimmy Gibbler had moved herself out of the
house that was right next door to us and that had caused me to think about
what I want to do with the rest of my life.

And then, after I had sat on my bed in my own bedroom and gave the whole
problem some thought, I had suddenly realized that as long as I stay in the
exact same house with my dad and sisters, Uncle Jesse and his family and --
of course -- Joey, I would be unable to really discover what the outside
world has to offer someone like me.

And so, while everyone else had gone out to do their own thing, I had packed
myself a few of my things, wrote a note for the rest of the family to make
sure that they don't worry about me and left the Tanner family home to go all
the way to the apartment of the guy who happens to be my one true love, Steve
Hale.

Anyway, after I had arrived at his apartment and knocked on the door, Steve
had unlocked and opened the door, looked at me with a smile on his face and
said, "Hi, D.J.! It's great to see you here again. But what I don't
understand is why are you here this time?"

And after I had stepped into his apartment and explained to him the reason
why I had to go out and see what the rest of my own life has to offer me, an
understanding Steve had closed and locked the door behind us, placed his
gentle hands on my shoulders and said, "Well, D.J.! If you really do want to
spend the night here, then you're welcome to do so. As a matter-of-fact, I'm
glad that you're here, because I was trying to think of a painting to do for
my art class and I was wondering if I could do a portrait of you au
natural... unless you don't want to do it and...!"

But that was before something inside of my very being has caused me to place
my own hand on top of Steve's, look at him with a small smile on my own lips
and say, "No, Steve. It's okay. I understand that you have a project to do
for your art class and need me to model for you. I really want to do it,
Steve. I really do."

And then, after I had allowed him to place my stuff inside the bedroom and I
had stripped off all of my clothes, Steve had gotten his artist's easel all
set-up just in time to notice that I had laid my bare-ass naked body down on
the living room sofa in a pose that was suggesting that I was about to start
pumping two of my fingers in and out of my pussy and carressing my own tits
with the other hand.

That was when Steve had started creating his marvelous artwork for his art
class and I had started feeling like Kate Winslet being a nude model for
Leonardo DiCaprio in the movie TITANIC that was directed by James Cameron.

Anyway, after he had finally finished doing his art class project and placed
it somewhere for safe-keeping, Steve had taken one look at me still laying on
the sofa, took all of his clothes off and started stroking his stiff cock in
front of me, whic had caused me to actually start pumping two of my fingers
in and out of my hot, wet pussy and carressing my own tits with the other
hand.

And then, after he had placed himself on top of me and started licking all
over my nude body -- all the way down to my hot, moist snatch and carressing
my firm breasts, I had slowly licked my own lips, placed my hands on Steve's
bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Steve! Touch
me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

Then, after he had turned himself around and allowed me to start sucking
on his stone hard dick, I had suddenly realized that even though I was
suppossed to only be a model for his art class project, both Steve and I
were experiencing something that we had never been able to experience with
each other before, for we were both experiencing pure and untamed erotica...
and enjoying every mniute of it.

Just then, after he had placed his stiff cock inside my asshole and used each
of his hands to carress both my tits and snatch, I had placed one of my hands
on top of Steve's hand and the other hand on his bare shoulder and yelled,
"AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, STEVE! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT
OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after the both of us had started moving ourselves harder and faster
and our lovemaking had finally made it back to its own house, both Steve and
I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked
arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then, about an hour later, I had woken-up from my little nap, looked at
a still-sleeping Steve and allowed a small-smile to appear on my own lips,
for I had suddenly realized that all I had needed was to have a small smaple
of what life has to offer me by having me spend some time with Steve.

That had also made me realize that It was finally time for me to go back
to the Tanner house... and so, after I had gotten myself all cleaned-up
and gotten myself dressed, I had written a note to Steve, which had said,
"Steve -- Thanks for letting me stay with you for a little while. It's
just that I need to go home now. I'll call you later to explain it to you.
Until then, good luck on your art class project. -- Love, D.J.!"

And after I had gotten my stuff out of the bedroom and gently placed the
note on the coffee table, I had given Steve a gentle kiss on the cheek and
left the apartment without being able to wake him up with a slightest bit
of noise.

Just then, on the very next day, I had called Steve and explained the whole
thing to him just before he had caused a smile to appear on my very own face,
for he had taken the portrait of me in the nude to his art class and the
teacher had became so impressed by it that she had given Steve an A-plus,
which -- of course -- happens to be a fitting end to the story about an
artist named Steve Hale.

THE END!

    

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