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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

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Discovering the Dark Side

I’D KNOWN JAS most of my life, I guess. We met on a play date at a shopping center. Her mom was almost as weird as mine. I was glad I still had my grandfathers and could act pretty normally with them. Jas only had her mom. Still, we’d seldom been alone together for more than a little while. We’d slipped away from our group once or twice to do a little kissing, but as much as we—and all our friends—talked about sex and looked at each other online, neither of us was particularly experienced with the physical side of the human interaction.

So, when we got to the room, I busied myself with setting up my easel and looking at the lighting in the room. I pulled the drapes, but I let a crack remain so a thin band of light fell across the bed. That was pretty cool. I could just see how it would hit her when she stretched out. I pulled the comforter off the bed, but just pulled the top sheet back. I thought it would be cool to have the sheet partially draped over her. I turned around and Jasmine was still standing there, just inside the door with all her clothes on and her little bag clutched in front of her. I don’t know. I guess I just assumed she’d get undressed while I was getting things ready.

“Jasmine? Are you okay?”

“I’ve never done this, Jett. I’m nervous.”

“You don’t really have to do anything. It’s not like you’ll be online and teasing your pussy while we both come. All you have to do is lie in one position for a while,” I said.

“That’s not what I mean. I’ve never undressed with a boy in the room. Or anyone else. I’ve never been naked with someone.”

I hadn’t thought about that. I was completely comfortable stripping off my clothes and even putting my webcam between my legs so she could see me come when she was showing me her pussy. But I’d never been naked in the actual same room with someone, either. Suddenly, I was embarrassed.

“God, Jas! I never even thought about it being different. I just thought you’d undress and we’d start working. I… I never thought about how I’d feel if it was me. I’m so sorry.” I was afraid this was all a bad idea and I should just pack up my stuff again. There was a sparkle in Jasmine’s eye and I went to her slowly and wiped away the tear that escaped before it could get to her cheek. “We don’t have to do this. It was a dumb idea,” I finished lamely. She held out her arms.

“Hug?” I walked into her arms and held her tightly against me. “It’s okay. I promised to do this. I’m just a little nervous.”

“I won’t make you do it, Jasmine. I just never thought about how I’d feel if I were you. I mean, we do it all the time online, but this is different.”

“I’ll do it. Online it’s different. I know you’re looking at me, but I never really see you. I mean, I see your penie, and I know you’re looking at my snootch, but we don’t really look at each other. And there’s always a goal, you know? In ten minutes, we’ll both pop and shut off the computer. But here, I’m going to be naked in front of you and you’re going to look at me… Me! For like four hours. I’m just nervous about that. Actually, I’m terrified.”

“I guess I kind of have to look at you if I’m going to paint you. Do you…”

“Just don’t watch me while I get undressed, okay? Like, go in the bathroom and I’ll call you when I’m posed. Would that be all right?”

“Of course. If you’re sure. Jasmine… God! They beat this stuff into us for the past eighteen years. I won’t do anything to you. I won’t try to make you do something. Anything. I’ll… I’ll just go into the bathroom until you say you’re ready.” I gave her a quick squeeze and ran to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door. As if she was going to come in and look at me! Fap! What a disaster.

I pissed and washed my hands and then just sat there. It seemed like it took her forever. And the more I thought about it, the worse it got. I was going to be in the same room with a naked girl! What kind of an idiot was I? What made me think that I could just look at a naked model and paint her? What if the painting sucked? What if it didn’t look anything like her? What if I just stick my head in the toilet and drown myself?

“Jett? You can come out now. I guess I’m ready.”

I opened the door cautiously and went straight to my easel without looking at the bed. I squeezed my eyes tightly until I started to see little shooting stars behind my eyelids. I finally took a deep breath and turned to her. She was lying in the bed with the sheet pulled up to her chin. It wasn’t that she wasn’t cute, but… Well, maybe it was better this way. I’d just paint the picture of the shape of her body under the sheet. I guess I was looking puzzled and hadn’t said anything.

Jasmine took a deep breath and just kicked the sheet off her. She lay back like a dead person with her legs spread. I could see that even as nervous as we both were, Jasmine’s bare pussy was pretty shiny.

“Um… I… Uh… Maybe you could roll to your side? No. The other side,” I said as she moved.

“I can’t… um… open my legs in this position.”

“Jasmine, I’m not going to paint a picture of just your pussy. God! That would be a whole subject by itself. This is a figure painting. I’m going to spend as much time on painting your face as your breasts. I think. I mean…”

“I’m such a dope! I don’t have any idea what I’m doing!”

“Neither do I,” I said. We looked at each other and both started laughing.

“Okay. Well, that’s comforting. Just tell me what position you want me in, okay?” she said. “For the painting!”

My eyes popped open and we busted out laughing again.

“Let’s… have you scoot up in the bed a little and prop a couple pillows behind you so you aren’t down flat.”

“Um… Help me put the pillows where you want them. You want me sitting all the way up? So my boobs aren’t squashed flat?”

“Oh. I didn’t think of that. I was just trying to make you look comfortable.”

“I was kidding. I think. Just show me what the artist wants.”

“Okay. Let’s put these two up behind you so you can recline gracefully. Then put this one in front of you to rest your hand on. You can even hold your iPhone if you want to surf,” I said.

“That would be nice. I don’t want to talk to anyone, though. I’m afraid of what I might say. It would be nice to look at their Snaps and Instagrams, though, since I can’t really do anything else.”

“I might ask you to look up for a few minutes while I do your face,” I said. “But first, now that you are on your side, bring your left knee up a little.”

“You won’t even see my snootch!”

“I’ll see your butt.”

“Oh! Is it… you know…”

“It’s beautiful. Um… Can you hold your phone in your right hand?”

“Of course.”

“Here. Take this corner of the sheet and tug it toward you a little. Right there! Stop!” I reached over and tugged another part of the sheet down so I could see the arc of her butt and the streak of daylight falling across her. Wow! “That’s beautiful. Can you hold that position?”

“I’m pretty comfortable. Except for having you stare at me.”

“Jasmine, I have to look at you in order to paint you.”

“I know. I’m still… Why didn’t you have Kelly do this?” she asked abruptly. I was already sitting at my easel and sketching in the gentle curves. She really was beautiful.

“Oh. Well, I did a sketch of her. From one of the photos she sent me. But… I don’t know how to say this without it sounding racist.”

“You don’t like the Irish?”

“Haha! That’s funny.” I drew the outline of Jasmine’s breast, just above her left elbow. “She’s so pale. I didn’t want to run out of white paint. I mean, your skin is so beautiful and the color is so rich. I just thought it would be nicer to paint.”

“Wow! That is kind of racist,” she laughed. “Um… Do you really like the color of my skin?”

“Yes, really.”

“Guys and girls have both told me they like my pussy and my boobs. One even said he liked my butt. You said you liked my eyes that one night we were kissing, but when we got home and Skyped, we weren’t looking at our eyes. I don’t think anyone has ever told me they like the color of my skin,” she said.

“It’s part of the racist stuff we’re taught not to say,” I said. “Lift your face toward me for a couple minutes, please?” She tilted her face up at me and I started drawing the eyes she mentioned I liked. I still did. “Mr. Williams made us do that exercise in seventh grade where he’d show a photo of a group of people and then ask us to tell him about the third one from the left, or something, and we couldn’t mention their color or nationality. We could say, ‘The tall dark-haired one with her arm around the short guy next to her, but we couldn’t say ‘The black girl,’ even if she was the only dark-skinned girl in the picture. We had to talk about the ‘short girl with the black hair and straight bangs’ without talking about the ‘Asian’ girl. It was a real pain, but I guess it got us thinking about other characteristics than skin color.”

 “Yeah. The problem is that you can’t recognize skin color then,” Jasmine said. “I like the color of my skin. I like yours, too.”

I’d laid in my rough sketch and started mixing paints on my palette. Talking about the color of her skin made me realize that it wasn’t just one color. There were places where it seemed much lighter and where the streak of light fell, it had spots that looked almost white. I wondered if I painted Kelly if I could see those differences in skin tone from one part of her body to another and if the variation was as great as on Jasmine.

“Um… Jett?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you usually paint… um… in, like, your underwear?”

“Yeah. Mom hates it if I have paint on my clothes.”

“So, why aren’t you in just your jockeys now?”

“Oh… uh… well, I thought you’d be more comfortable…”

“I think I’d be more comfortable if I saw you like I do online when you’re painting.”

“Okay.” Now I was embarrassed. I know I blushed a thousand shades of red while I stripped off my jeans and T-shirt. Jasmine giggled. “What?”

“It looks silly with your socks on.”

“Oh. I forgot.” I pulled the socks off and quickly turned back to the easel and started applying paint to my sketch.

We chatted while I painted and Jasmine became more relaxed. As she relaxed, so did I. I was completely consumed by putting my beautiful friend on canvas. Eventually, though, she fell silent, absorbed in her phone while I was focused on the paint. It was coming along okay, but I was spending too much time on the sheet instead of on Jasmine. The contrast between the white fabric and her mocha skin was captivating.

“Um… Jett? I need to pee. Can I get up and take a break for a few minutes?”

“Huh? Oh, god! I’m sorry!” I swung toward her and flicked a picture on my cell phone. “Go ahead. I never intended to keep you in one position for so long. You must be cramped.”

“No. It’s okay,” she said, rolling out of bed. “I almost went to sleep. I just need to pee.” She closed the bathroom door and I realized I needed to use the bathroom, too. And I was hungry. I’d packed us sandwiches and soft drinks, so I set them on the table and invited Jasmine to help herself when she came out of the bathroom. I went in and took a long leak. I started washing my hands and heard Jasmine singing outside the door.

“Twinkle, twinkle little star…” I kept washing my hands until the song was finished and I sang along with her. We were both laughing when I came out of the bathroom.

“Our moms should have taught us ‘Tinkle, tinkle,’ instead,” I said. “Really, couldn’t they have come up with a better handwashing song?”

“Oh, yeah. I can just imagine our Moms trying to teach us ‘Slow Hands’. No wait, they’d need something from closer to when we were born, not contemporary. Yes! Yes! That’s it!” She started singing an old Alanis Morissette song.

Ooh this could get messy
Ooh I don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
and overlook this supposed crime
We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this

It was about then, when we were laughing about the songs our mothers could have taught us to keep us washing our hands for forty-five seconds, that I realized Jasmine was still naked. I mean. I knew she was, but she wasn’t over on the bed posing. She was just sitting right beside me and I was just in my underpants. I started thinking of her as a naked girl within arm’s reach of me.

“We’d… better get started again,” I said. I almost knocked over my Coke as I went to the easel. Jasmine picked up her napkin from where it fell to the floor as she jumped up. Oh! I’d never been that close to a wet open pussy. She jumped on the bed, bouncing everything.

“Okay. Get me in position,” she said as she leaned against the pillows. I looked at the picture on my phone and directed her as she settled in. Of course, none of the folds and drapes of the sheet were the same, but there was nothing I could do about that. I’d spent enough time on it. I just made sure the same part was covered and that she gripped the sheet in her left hand just at the level of her pussy.

THERE WAS SOMETHING about Jasmine that I noticed in the next two hours that I’d never seen before. We didn’t talk as much, but she seemed to lose interest in her phone and stayed focused on me. My boner never really went down and the more she looked at me, the harder it got. I caught a slight movement and saw that she’d clenched her butt cheeks a little. There was the tiniest indentation in the perfect roundness. I managed to capture it.

In the last hour, I’d captured little details about her that I’d never noticed. Some of them, like a tiny dark spot under her left ear, were just physical things. But what I was capturing felt like more of her personality. She was sexy, carefree, entertaining, and… I guess she looked passionate. I could imagine myself crawling beneath the sheet with her and… and…

“I think that’s all,” I said, laying my brushes and palette aside. I grabbed my cell phone and snapped a couple pictures of it and one more of Jasmine just before she stretched and got out of bed.

“Oh, good. I want to see.”

She pushed in front of me, trapping me against the air conditioner with her bare butt pressed up against me. She reached back and caught my hand, drawing it around her to hold against her stomach. Her back pressed against my bare chest. Jas was breathing deeply. She pulled my other hand around her and rested it on her left hip. Her bottom clenched again and trapped my cock between her cheeks. I was holding naked Jasmine in my arms.

But that wasn’t enough. She moved my right hand first, pulling it up to cup her breast. When her soft globe was firmly in my hand, she squeezed and let out a long slow moan. This was accompanied by her dragging my more than willing left hand down to her wet slit while still rhythmically clenching her butt cheeks against my cock. I was gasping for air and certain that I’d cream my jockeys in a few more seconds.

Jasmine turned in my arms letting go of my hands so they could slip around to her back and butt. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her lips to mine. It was not a passionate kiss… not at first. Her lush lips moved across mine, exploring to find the most comfortable match. When her little tongue touched them, it was like tasting to see if she’d like the flavor and when she decided she did, opening farther to probe more deeply. Her soft breasts pressed into my chest as I gripped her bare buns.

She pulled away from my lips so we could look into each other’s eyes. There were tears in hers.

“You found me,” she whispered. “You found the real me—the insecurities I hide behind bravado, the fear of letting go, the… lust. Make love to me, Jett. We have a hotel room and a bed and I’m naked in your arms. Make love to me.”

It wasn’t difficult to convince me. If she’d asked me to fly out the window like a bird, I would have.

She tugged my briefs down and tossed them to the side, touching my cock with her hand for the first time. I pulled her back to me for a kiss. For the first time in my life I was holding a naked girl against my bare skin. My hard cock was pressed against her smooth taut belly. I kissed her hungrily.

She jumped away from me and landed on the bed, sliding under the sheet and holding it again like she had in her pose.

“Are you sure, Jasmine?”

“Jett, I’ve wanted this for three years and never knew what it was I wanted. You stripped me naked in front of my own eyes. You brought me face to face with my desires. Holding the sheet like this, Jett… I’m inviting you… I’m begging you to come and make love to me.”

I didn’t just jump between her legs and thrust. I wanted to explore and love every part of her body. I wanted to kiss her and suck her turgid nipples. I wanted to touch her and weigh her breasts in my hands. I wanted to taste her juices off my fingertips and find where the sensitive spots were. I’d seen her get herself off in front of me on Skype dozens of times. I wanted to see if I could duplicate what she’d done and bring her to that same point of orgasm.

Jasmine was of like mind—not only about me exploring her, but about her exploring me. She touched me, tasted me, stroked my cock and both of us exploded before we’d managed to put the parts together.

“God! I’m sorry,” I said. I’d just sprayed semen all over her stomach and her hands were drenched in it. My hands were likewise slippery with her juices. “I’ll go wash and get something to clean you up with.”

“Jett! Baby, relax. Your mom isn’t here and we’re about to get a lot messier.” I hadn’t softened much even as much as I’d come and Jasmine was still stroking the sensitive length of my cock.

“Really? You aren’t disgusted by it?” In answer, she pulled her semen-covered hand up and looked at it. She grabbed my jockeys from the corner of the bed where they’d landed and wiped the big glops off.

“Nope. Not disgusted at all. Come to me, baby.” I rolled on top of her and she gripped my cock again to guide it to her waiting pussy. Jasmine kept everything trimmed neatly and shaved bare on her pussy lips so she could show us when we Skyped. My cock slid between the smooth lips and with a little thrust I was in her. She pulled on me until our pubic bones were pressed together.

“You’re in me,” she sighed. “Really in me. I’m not a virgin anymore.”

“Well, I didn’t take your cherry,” I laughed a little. “I watched you do that with a candle on Skype three years ago.”

“I’m glad I did. It hurt. You don’t hurt. You feel wonderful.”

We moved together quietly, just enjoying the feeling of being coupled for the first time. I guess having just come, we were a little less desperate now and just enjoyed the feeling of our parts touching each other. We kissed and I looked into her deep brown eyes. We were so different from each other. But we fit together, perhaps because of our differences rather than in spite of them.

We rolled so I was on the bottom and managed to mostly stay connected. She pushed down onto me as soon as she was on top and I cupped her breasts in my hands, playing with her nipples as she rose again toward her peak. When she tipped over the edge, she took me with her and I had the delicious feeling of coming in a girl for the first time.

“Jasmine! We didn’t use any protection!” I said in a panic.

“We were virgins. I get a shot every three months for birth control. I think we’re protected enough. You were a virgin, weren’t you, Jett?”

“Yeah. I don’t think a guy can actually lose his virginity to a candle. Jas, this was so… I think I might…”

“Shh. Don’t try to analyze it. Don’t try to put words around it. Let’s just do it again.”

“Now?” I’d definitely softened and could feel myself slip out of her when she squeezed her pussy.

“We’ve got the room all night, don’t we?” she asked.

“I guess. They don’t book them by the hour here.”

“Then let’s not go home. Sleep with me and make love with me all night, Jett.”

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