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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

8
What Do We Do Now?

“I THINK I’ll become a stripper,” Kelly said. She held up a flier she’d picked up when we were all wandering around on Sunday. I was just thankful the place was closed until evening. We’d all returned to Granddad’s basement family room except Derek and Dee. They had to go face the parents. It took Kelly about fifteen seconds before she was naked again.

“Um… Kelly? Don’t you have to wear clothes to become a stripper?” Charmaine asked.

“Huh?”

“Isn’t the idea of stripping tantalizing your client by teasing him? Building the expectation that you are going to take off your clothes? You can’t be a stripper if you’re just going to run around naked all day,” Jas joined in.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Besides, this flier says that the place is just topless. You wouldn’t be happy if you couldn’t show off your little fire crotch,” Sarah Lynn piled on.

Kelly swayed over to me and began to rub up against me as she unbuttoned my shirt.

“I thought being a stripper meant that I could take off their clothes,” she whispered while looking me in the eye. “Don’t you think I’d make a good stripper, Jett?”

“If that was the definition, I’m sure you’d do great,” I said. She started rubbing my cock and I pinched her nipples gently. We both moaned as she pressed her lips against mine and explored my mouth with her tongue. “You really want to do this in a smelly bar with a bunch of random dudes who couldn’t get a date?”

“Eww. You mean I couldn’t choose?”

“No, and it would get very up close and personal,” I said as I dipped a finger between her legs. I always loved how wet Kelly’s pussy got when she sent me photos or we cybered. It was better with my finger there.

“They’d touch me?”

“You can count on it. These places don’t make money by throwing guys out for little indiscretions.”

“Oh, Jett. Push my little button. Are you going to paint me today? I’m so ready. To get painted, you know.”

“Mmm. Yeah.” I kicked my jeans off and took two hands full of Kelly’s ass as we ground against each other.

“What position do you want me in?”

“Besides bent over the arm of the sofa?” Jas laughed. “You two are going to have to screw pretty soon or we’ll all be dripping on the floor.”

“Paint first,” I said. “We’ll get around to the other eventually. Weren’t you just saying that the purpose was to tease?”

“That was for strippers, not for painters,” Jas said. “Besides, if you don’t tend to my little snootch soon, you’ll be painting a picture of Kelly licking it.”

“We aren’t going to be able to live together if all we ever do is sex,” Sarah Lynn said. “We’ll all starve and flunk out of school.”

“What a way to go,” Ford said. I noticed that he and Ariel were still fully clothed, but she was sitting straddling his lap and they’d only just come up for air from their kissing.

I reluctantly let go of Kelly so I could put a fresh canvas on my easel and arrange my paints where I wanted them. Jas and Sarah Lynn both moved in to kiss Kelly. I saw a dark finger disappear in her red thatch.

“This is like performance art,” Charmaine said. She cuddled up on Rick’s lap and watched the antics of the three girls. “We should sell tickets for people to watch Jett paint his girlfriends. Just getting them ready to pose would be worth a few bucks.”

“It’s that whole teasing thing,” Rick agreed. “Seeing those fingers at work makes me want to use mine.” He leaned forward and kissed Charmaine’s ear, which caused her shoulder to reflexively come up.

“Keep that thought. My cootchie is still cherry, though, so don’t go breaking anything. Much as I like the thought, I’m not ready yet.”

I turned to the threesome of girls who were now just giggling and talking to each other. Sarah Lynn licked Jasmine’s fingers and then looked at them curiously.

“Your polish is chipped,” she said. “I mean speaking of painting, we should get our polish out. It looks like your fingers have been soaking in a pussy or something.”

“Yeah! Polish party,” Ariel said, turning around and jumping off Ford. “Sorry, Ford, but I never get to do this with a bunch of girlfriends. Nobody ever wants me.”

“We want you, Ariel,” Kelly said. “You don’t need to cry about it. You’re so emo.”

“I can’t help it. Everything just affects me more than other people. Can I join your polish party?”

“Of course! What do we have in the way of colors?” Jas asked. “Charmaine? Are you in?”

“Yes! If I don’t move soon, Rick’s going to be in, too.” The girls all went to their bags and started talking about the colors of polish they wanted. My painting was quickly forgotten. Rick said he was going out to play some ball. Ford looked at the girls lost in their own world and said he’d go, too. I don’t think Ford had ever played anything that wasn’t on a computer. I waved them on.

I stood at the easel and let the scene take shape before my eyes. There was a lot of giggling and comparing. Eventually, they settled into the serious business of painting nails and talking softly.

Kelly was sitting on the arm of the sofa with a towel under her so she wouldn’t spill any polish on the furniture. Her left leg dangled down as her right foot was pulled up almost to her butt on the arm. She bent forward and started to paint her toenails. I snapped a couple of pictures on my phone and then started sketching the scene.

IN SCHOOL, we were taught all about dimensions. One dimension is a point. Two dimensions is a plane. Three dimensions is space—x, y, and z axes. Supposedly you can plot any point in space if you know the coordinates.

The canvas is a flat surface—a plane. So, we call paintings two-dimensional. That’s a little like saying the eye only sees two dimensions. After all, the human eye is nothing but an array of light receptors on a concave surface. Still we see life in three geometric dimensions. But in art, there are actually five dimensions. Shape, color, texture, depth, and focus.

Shape is usually the first thing I put on the canvas. Charcoal or graphite is used to sketch in where things are. It’s a cartoon of where I see objects. I can see her butt contrasted against the back of the sofa. I see the shape of her knee under her chin. I see the casual elegance of her leg hanging over the edge of the arm. And I see the shapes of her friends in the background. Cartooning a painting is different than making a drawing. I don’t need to capture everything with the graphite—it will just get covered up anyway. I only need the outline of where the shapes are in the composition. And after I’ve cartooned the painting, I don’t really need the models to stay in the exact same positions.

Then there is color. I usually start by laying in broad areas of color, looking for the dominant hue, tint, or tone. I love color. I had a virtual rainbow of flesh tones in front of me. Jasmine’s mocha skin started with a base of raw umber. Charmaine’s lighter cinnamon coloring started with just a touch of brown ochre. Ariel’s light Asian skin started with transparent gold ochre. Sarah Lynn bore a healthy tan that I started with copper. When Kelly’s skin was contrasted to the white towel she sat on, it was obvious that her pale skin was not pure white, but rather an iridescent pink on which I would carefully paint her transparent red ochre freckles and nipples. Color. The first pass just laid in the basics.

A lot of the difference between surfaces we see is in the texture. There is an inherent texture to the substrate, canvas, that I have to deal with. Sometimes it is more pronounced than others. I can overcome it completely by using thicker paint or let the texture of the canvas enhance textiles. A light stippling of the terry cloth towels the girls were using, for example, differentiates it from the swirls of the sofa upholstery.

What brings a painting to life is depth. In traditional parlance, it’s called chiaroscuro. This is where I spend the greatest portion of my painting time, capturing the way light plays against surfaces. How shadow falls between her breasts defining the shape as three-dimensional rather than flat. Painting the light is what shows the slight hollow at her hip, the curve of her eyes, the shine of her lips.

Painting the depth is how I made love to Kelly.

And that changed the focus. Some art tries to mimic a camera. Everything is in uniform focus. There is as much detail and light and depth in background images as in foreground. Other artworks show a complete disregard for the background as an afterthought to the detail in the foreground. I think that’s why so many artists put drapery around their models. Otherwise the background becomes too distracting.

I handled it a little differently. Everything around Kelly, the other girls and the furniture and the room, was there in the painting but a little less detailed. It made you believe that if you shifted your eyes, it would come into focus. But the detail and care I took with Kelly’s pretty figure and intense concentration on her toenails held the eye and did not let it escape into the background.

“I WOULDN’T MIND if it was just the five of us,” Sarah Lynn said. I gradually tuned into their conversation as they variously held their hands with fingers spread or placed cotton balls between their toes while the polish dried. “I mean us five girls and Jett. The six of us could live together pretty easily, don’t you think?”

I wondered when it was that Sarah Lynn had become so well integrated into our little group. And Ariel. I would have placed both of them on the periphery until this weekend. As I came out of my painting trance and became aware of her voice, I could still feel my cock sliding in and out of her as she rode me Saturday morning. She had felt… natural. Her motions weren’t frantic. She’d settled onto me and just held me in the embrace of her vagina until we both came. We hadn’t repeated it. Yet. I was looking forward to the next time, though.

“That would be fun. I wouldn’t close the doors on the others, though,” Jas said. “We’ve been close to Derek and Dee for years.”

“They’ve always been a couple, though, you know?” Kelly said. “I mean, it was never like they excluded anybody else. Derek jumped at the chance to fuck me. But as soon as he popped, he ran home and cuddled in a blanket tent with Dee. I don’t think they’ve ever done it together, but you can’t think of one without the other.”

“Did that make you feel bad… that he ran off after you made love?” Ariel sighed. “I’d be crushed.”

“Um… Well, I guess I kind of used him. I was horny and he was handy. The only bad part was that I didn’t get off. He left and my pussy was still drooling, mixed with his come running out of me. I worked myself over with my vibe to about three good ones before I even left the motel. I didn’t even think of him while I was coming.”

“Yeah. We know who you were thinking of,” Charmaine giggled with a quick glance in my direction. I just kept making little touches on the canvas, pretending to be focused on my work and ignoring them. “What’s with that, Jas? Are you going to share Jett out with the rest of us when we’re horny?”

“I think Jett gets to decide. You know, I almost made it with Rick last night,” Jas said. “He had his fingers up in me and he’s a pretty good kisser. When he hit my clit with his thumb, I jerked and came like a freight train, which was when I noticed his come squirting up between my fingers on his cock. It felt good. He was spent. I think someone had drained him not long before I got to him.” She looked meaningfully at Charmaine, who just giggled some more. “But, like Kelly, it wasn’t Rick I was thinking of when I came.”

“As much as I like Jett and really want to make love to him again, I have to admit that when I came Saturday morning, it wasn’t Jett I was thinking of,” Sarah Lynn said. “I mean… It was, sort of. But in the back of my mind it was Lonnie’s voice chanting, ‘Live. Live. Live.’ And that was what I wanted to do. I wanted to live and that’s what I was thinking when I came.”

“The little death becomes the little life,” Jas mused. “Did you paint something new, Jett?” she called.

KELLY WAS SITTING curled up in a ball on the sofa crying while the other four girls cradled her and soothed her. I looked at the painting. Damn it! I didn’t think it was that bad! Maybe I should just grab my scraper and scrape the canvas. I could put white fixative over the top and in a few days, I could paint something new on it. If I ever decided to paint again. Crap! What a fiasco.

“And everybody thought I was emo!” Ariel said as she put her arm around me and stared at the canvas.

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” I moaned. I looped an arm over her bare shoulders. Bare? I tore my eyes away from the canvas and took in Ariel’s naked form pressed up against my body. When the hell did she get naked?

“It isn’t wrong,” she said. She took my hand on her shoulder and pulled it down onto her breast as she slid in front of me. “Sometimes it’s hard for us to see the truth. When I look at this, I see Kelly. Really see her. It’s okay for me because I see the whole world as pathetic and hopeless. Seeing Kelly is like a breath of open honest air. She’s beautiful. I never realized how much. Someday, I hope you paint a picture of me. I think. It scares me, too. I think I’d rather have sex with you.”

She pulled my other hand around her and pushed it down into her moist pussy. She just held it there while she rocked back and forth on it. That did some pretty wonderful things to my cock, trapped between her butt cheeks, even though I still had my jockeys on. I closed my eyes and just focused on feeling her. She pulled away.

“Not today. But sometime. I have to decide which would hurt me more—having sex with you or seeing your painting of me. I need to prepare myself.” She turned in my arms, dislodging my hands but pressing her little breasts into my chest as she lifted her lips to kiss me. “You are really the only one who can comfort her. You should go to her now.”

Great. The tip of my erection was poking out the top of my shorts and I’d just smeared precome all over Ariel’s stomach and now I should go comfort Kelly. Oh, hell.

“Um… Can I sit with you, Kelly?” I said when I got over to the sofa. Jas and Charmaine moved over so I could get between Jas and Kelly. Kelly immediately turned her head toward my chest and wrapped her arms around me. I sighed. Sarah Lynn pulled my arms around Kelly as if I didn’t know what to do. Well, I didn’t.

“You didn’t paint my pussy,” Kelly whispered against my chest. “You only painted a hint of my nipples pushed against my arms. I don’t look like I’m going to come or like I want to have sex with you.” She raised her head to look at me, smearing tears and mascara all over my chest and her cheek.

“I’m sorry, Kelly.”

“Sorry? For looking at me and seeing something other than sex? You’re sorry for that? You’re sorry that you painted me as if I was a real person and not a Snapchat sex queen? Why would you be sorry for seeing more than I think I am? I love you, Jett. Thank you. Thank you for seeing a me I never thought to look for.”

“Kelly, you’re so beautiful and sweet, how could I show you any other way?”

“I’m going to make love to you, you know. Probably the next time Jasmine lets me close to this beautiful cock. But I’m not in a hurry now. I don’t want to just get it over with,” Kelly said. “When we make love, I’ll know that you aren’t just making love to the pussy and tits I’ve been showing you since we were kids. And I won’t be able to just fuck your cock. Not the first time. The first time I’ll be making love to all of you, Jett Blackburn. I’ll be making love to your heart, your soul, and your mind. Because I know you’ll make love to all of me.”

Jas reached across me and kissed Kelly. It was sweet and gentle at first, but the two girls reached for each other and I could feel their rising passion as their faces pressed together against my chest.

“When you’re ready, sweetheart,” Jas whispered. “When you’re truly ready.”

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