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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

10
Paint Me

I’M NOT MUCH of a literal thinker. I’m an artist. I interpret things. I’m not as bad as Charmaine, who can turn anything into a dirty joke. But I turn things into an artistic expression.

I drove over to the admin building after I left Eva, figuring that Sarah Lynn would be finished soon. I’d have to make an appointment soon and see if I could get my financial aid increased. Not likely, since even though they aren’t helping pay for my education, financial need is based on the parents’ ability to pay. How sucky is that?

I pulled into a visitor spot near the front entrance of the admin building. Lucky it was summer and there weren’t too many students around. I reached for my smartphone and sent a quick text to Sarah Lynn that I was waiting. Two police cars pulled up in front of the admin building and I thought it was odd that they just stopped half blocking the street without their emergency lights on. I opened the door so I could stand beside my car and snapped a few pictures of the officers as they got out. Just then Sarah Lynn came out the front doors and after checking a paper in front of them, the two officers approached her.

“Sarah Lynn Jamison?” one of them said. I clicked my phone over to video.

“Shit! What do you want? Don’t I have to hang myself before you use me for target practice?”

“There’s no reason to be confrontational here. We’ve been looking for you for several days,” officer one said. “We’d just like to take a look at your cell phone.”

“No.”

“We are asking politely but will frisk you and remove the device if you force us to. We believe it was used in the commission of a crime.” Sarah Lynn folded her arms across her chest.

“Naughty cell phone. I do not consent and if you touch me inappropriately, I will sue you, Officer Brennan and Officer Richards,” Sarah Lynn said, reading the names from their badges. “And your department.”

“You leave us no choice. Place your hands on the hood of the car and spread your feet apart.” Sarah obeyed and I zoomed in as the officer went straight to her back pocket where the phone’s outline was obvious.

“Good girl,” the officer said as he turned the phone on. “This is password protected!”

“Duh!”

“Give us the password.”

“I refuse to say anything further without the presence of my attorney.”

“We just want the damned video,” Officer two said.

“Are you nuts or really that ignorant? If you want the video, it’s on about fifty share sites.”

“Then why don’t you unlock your phone for us.”

“No.”

“Jack, this was supposed to be a simple open and erase. We either need to take her in or let her go.”

“Yeah. You’re free to go, Miss Jamison.”

“My phone, please.”

“This phone is considered evidence in a crime. You can inquire about its release after the hearing,” officer two said. He handed the phone to the other officer, who dropped it in a plastic bag. They got in their cars and left Sarah Lynn standing on the street as they drove off.

“Fucking thugs!” she screamed after them. She turned and ran to me as I turned off my recording. “Did you get all that?”

“Every bit. Thanks for speaking up. Now what?” We got in the car and pulled away.

“Let me borrow your phone,” she said. I handed it to her after I unlocked it. She tapped a few things out and then her thumbs started flying over the keypad. Finally, she exited and handed the phone back to me.

“You bricked it, didn’t you.”

“Yeah. When Lonnie gave us that talk on security and set up the phone blanking, I really thought he was going overboard. I figured, what’s the chance that someone would steal my phone? Well, now I know.” Tears were running down Sarah Lynn’s cheeks. “Damn it! I miss him! The fucking son of a bitch!”

On the way back home, we got her a new iPhone and a prepaid plan. She got a new phone number and we wondered how long it would take her parents to figure out she was no longer using the phone on their plan.

KELLY WAS HANGING ONTO me a lot as we moved into the weekend. It seemed like whenever I was in the big room at Granddad’s, Kelly was naked and close enough to touch me. Not that I minded. Having naked Kelly close enough to touch all the time was heaven. And it didn’t seem to be a conflict with the other girls. Jasmine had me on my back and was riding her pony when Kelly settled her sweet red pussy over my mouth. As much as we’d shared touching and even getting each other off, it was the first time I actually had two girls sexing me at the same time. I liked it and if the quantity of juices poured over my cock and my face were any indication, they liked it, too.

When Kelly crawled into my lap Sunday afternoon, though, I knew something wasn’t right. She curled up in a little ball, buried her face against my chest, and cried.

“What is it, baby?” I asked. “Did I do something wrong?” I guess the first thing a guy thinks when a girl cries is that he did something. It didn’t make sense, though, since she was hanging onto me like her life depended on it.

“No,” she whispered. “Jett, I have to leave. I have to move back with my mom.”

“What? Why? I thought you liked living with all of us.”

“I do. I don’t want to go.”

“Then…”

“I start my new job tomorrow. I love living out here with you all, but there’s no bus. I have to move back so I can get to work.”

“I’ll take you to work,” I said confidently.

“I know you would, like tomorrow,” she said. “But you couldn’t do that every day. It isn’t fair to everyone else. You are the only one of us with a car and it won’t even hold all of us. It’s not fair.”

“She’s right, Jett. I’m thinking of making nice with my parents, too,” Ariel said. “I love living with everyone, but we won’t even be able to get to school in the fall if we stay out here. And we need to start making more of a contribution to your grandfather than just cooking.”

“We really have to get started on a place to live,” Jas said. “I’ve been looking through housing ads and it’s expensive. I found a five-bedroom five-bath townhome for just a thousand a month. Turned out they expected to rent each bedroom for a thousand a month. What a rip!”

“Geez. If we don’t find something soon, we’ll be moving into that box under the bridge sooner than we thought,” I said.

“Mom already told me I could move home,” Jas said. “Um… Charmaine, I know home’s never been all that great for you. You could come with me if you want.”

“Oh, Jas. You’ve always been my bestie. If I had a sister, she’d be you. Thank you!”

“So, Kelly and me can go home,” Ariel said. “As long as it’s temporary. My parents won’t say anything as long as they hear me practicing the piano for a couple of hours a day.”

“That leaves Sarah Lynn,” I said. “Um… Jas?”

“Yes, Jett. Do it.”

“Sarah Lynn, you can stay with me until we all find a place to move to.”

“Really, Jett? I don’t want it to look like I’m shutting everyone out or claiming you for just me,” Sarah Lynn said. “Really, girls, I’m not trying to trap Jett.”

“If you hadn’t eaten my pussy last night, I’d be worried about that,” Ariel laughed. “God! Why can’t I give myself that kind of orgasm?”

“Okay. We’ve got a stop-gap plan. It’s temporary. The goal is to get us a place to live together as soon as possible,” I said.

“We should consider all options,” Sarah Lynn said. “Dorms, condos, houses, fraternity/sorority, co-ops. Whatever we can find.”

“I’ll put together a shared spreadsheet so we can all put in the numbers of what we think we can afford to commit to,” Charmaine said. “I’ll try to create a budget for housing and food and we can test it with each other. If we can find a place to live by the first of July, we should be in good shape. I’m excited about this.”

WE HELD THINGS TOGETHER in pretty good spirits Sunday night. We didn’t have a real meal in the evening. Granddad had made a big pan of lasagna for lunch. In the evening, we ran the air popper half a dozen times and I sat with Granddad to watch a baseball game while we ate ours. He opened a beer and handed it to me as he settled in with his own.

“I see the numbers downstairs fell off this week. Do you want to just rent this place for the future? I can probably make a better deal than your parents offered,” he said between the second and third innings.

“Um… We talked about it. Problem is that we’re a long way from the university and we only have one small car. We’ve got to get Kelly in to work tomorrow and I think everyone else will scatter. We’ll all be gone in a day or so, I guess.”

“Well, that’s sad. It’s been fun having you all here. Probably not a good long-term solution, though. What comes next?”

“Um… Charmaine and Sarah Lynn can’t go home to their parents. Sarah Lynn’s just flat-out disowned her after commencement. You know her father’s a fireman, and her mother thinks she is demon-possessed. Charmaine’s never had a very good homelife and doesn’t want to go back there. She’s going to stay with Jas for a little while, until we can get the housing figured out,” I said.

“And Sarah Lynn?”

“I need to talk to Mom and Dad. I think she’ll stay with me.”

“Mmm. Probably. Your mother will want to disinfect her.” We laughed.

“Ariel and Kelly will go back to their homes. Ariel’s parents are mad at her, but she says that as long as they hear her playing the piano two hours a day, they won’t say anything.”

“She’s very talented. It’s been enjoyable to hear her play up here. That old piano of ours hadn’t been played since your grandmother passed away. It brought back good memories,” Granddad said wistfully. “And Kelly?”

“You know, her mom is kind of weird,” I laughed. “She joined Dad Monday, picketing the police station. It wasn’t a very big demonstration. Nothing’s going to happen. They’ll all go scot free. Kelly’s got great space where her mom lets her do about anything she wants to. Except she wants to be with us. The six of us want to find a place to live together.”

“None of the other boys?”

“Ford’s headed out of state. I think Derek and Dee are going to live at her house together. Their parents have assumed the two of them would be married for the past ten years or more. They raised them to be a couple.”

“Parents always talk about the benefits of an arranged marriage but you don’t often see one working out.”

“I still don’t know that they’ll get married. They’re more like brother and sister. They might be the least mature of all my friends.”

“Time will tell. What about that other boy who was here at first?” Granddad asked.

“Rick got a surprise call Thursday night and found out he’d been drafted. He figured that since none of the colleges he applied to would give him a baseball scholarship, the majors wouldn’t be interested either. He says he has to report July ninth. He expects he’ll play during the winter somewhere in South America and then be called for spring training. He figures that he’ll end up playing rookie ball or Class A minors for a year or two before he gets cut loose. He’s just going to save as much money as he can and go to college afterward.”

“Good for him. I’ve never believed people had to rush off to college as soon as they finished high school. Like you, for instance. What are you going to learn in college? It’s obvious to all of us that you are an artist. Are you looking for a fallback position?”

“Um… no. I’m not even looking for a degree—which seemed to shock the professors at my interview Wednesday. I’m going to power load as many courses as I can that will improve my skills and make as many contacts as possible. If I run out of money in two years, I’ll call it quits and not worry about letters after my name. Doesn’t make a difference,” I sighed.

“And that brings us to the elephant in the room. Whoa! Stand up double with two RBIs! Nice.” I waited for Granddad to continue as we settled down after the sudden home team rally. “How are you going to earn money to pay for an apartment or whatever you live in? How are you going to eat or pay tuition?”

“Well, the money you and Grandma and Grandpa Blackburn and Dad gave me will cover two years’ tuition if I can get my living expenses covered. I was offered a student loan for ten grand that would cover some of it, but I just can’t see borrowing that kind of money. I keep hearing horror stories of people who are paying on student loans at the minimum and never touch the principal for years,” I groaned.

“We didn’t give you money,” Granddad objected. “We bought paintings. They were worth every penny we paid for them. The problem with making a living selling art is that art is only worth what a buyer will pay. You probably have some priceless works among your masterpieces. Those are works no one would buy at any price. That doesn’t mean they are bad, but that the market isn’t there. The death scene, for example. It was very liberating to look at that painting and release all the sorrow and grief we felt. It is a wonderful painting. But would Lonnie’s parents ever buy it? Not a chance. It is too painful today. In ten or twenty years, someone may want it.”

“You know they keep saying to do what you love and the money will follow. All I want to do is paint, but at the same time, I don’t know that I want to be dependent on painting for a living. I’ll get a job.”

“Any prospects?”

“Two. Grandpa said there was a summer job for me at the grocery store. He wants me to learn to cut meat. Butchers don’t make much, but it’s pretty dependable work if you are willing to work for a processing plant. Seems stores are cutting back on their butcher shops.”

“Well, it’s a skill as long as you aren’t squeamish. What’s the other choice?”

“I’ve been doing all my own maintenance on the Mini. I enjoy it and thought I might see about going to work as a mechanic. I guess it doesn’t really make that much difference what kind of job I get. I’m just going to leave at five o’clock and paint all night.”

“ARE YOU SURE?” I asked again. I might have been asking Kelly but I also might have been asking myself.

“Yes. I can feel you. Push,” she whispered. “Oh God, yes! Jett, we’re finally doing it! I’m so… stretched. Ah!”

We’d been playing around all evening. Not just Kelly and me, but the other four girls as well. Nobody had any clothes on. Ariel looked like she was enjoying riding Jasmine’s mouth and Charmaine and Sarah Lynn were locked in a sixty-nine. Kelly and I had rolled toward each other and after spending an eternity kissing, I found myself poised above her with the wet tip of my cock steeping in her pussy juices. I pushed and felt her hot tight glove slip over my cock.

I moved slowly, dragging back and moving forward a little at a time in order to fit myself into her. When I was finally all the way in, she wrapped her ankles around my back. We stayed that way, just connected as deeply as we could get.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” I whispered. “I mean inside. I can feel it beating against my penis.”

“You’re so deep, you’re probably touching it. I just want to stay like this forever. Did you come?”

“Kelly, we haven’t even started yet.”

“Really? I mean… well, when Derek did it, I don’t think he ever got all the way inside. Then as soon as he came he got dressed and ran home to Dee. Can you stay in me like this?”

I responded by pulling back and thrusting into her hot core again. She moaned and I repeated the thrust. If it hadn’t been for Charmaine demonstrating her newly acquired blowjob skills earlier, I’d have popped almost as quickly as Kelly said Derek had. We’d been teasing and playing with each other all week, since I painted her picture. It wasn’t the first time my cock had slid through the wet folds of her sex, but this was the first moment that I went inside.

“It’s so different. I have a little vibrator I use. Mostly on my clit, but inside a little. I’m always afraid that I’ll get it so slippery that it will shoot out of my fingers and into me and then I wouldn’t be able to get it out unless I got someone to help me. I’d be lying there with my bullet vibrating in my cunt, helpless.”

“I’ll try not to get stuck. Kelly, you are so fantastic.”

“Move some more. Oh wow! I feel every time you touch my cervix.”

“Does it hurt? I can back off.”

“No! It’s like a little tickle when you slide over it. It’s the most sensitive part deep inside and no one has ever touched it before. Everything is tingling, Jett. I’m going to… come!” Kelly gripped me tightly in her sheath and the pulse I’d felt earlier was overridden by the milking convulsions of her orgasm. I’m not sure how I delayed, but I held still until she’d calmed down a little and I kept kissing her and thumbing her nipples as I tried to keep my full weight off her.

“You okay, redhead?” Jas asked as she rolled toward us and put a little kiss on Kelly’s cheek.

“He’s still hard. He’s still in me. Oh God! Jas, thank you.”

“Hey, you don’t need my permission. As long as Jett has a little something for all of us, we’re in this together.”

“Can you stay in me, Jett? This feels so good.”

“Honey, we’ve hardly started,” I said. I started moving in and out again.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Kelly cried. “I didn’t know you could keep going like that.”

“I haven’t come yet,” I laughed a little. “I want to stay connected to you as long as I can.”

“You mean… Oh shit! Here it comes again!”

When her convulsions died down this time, I rolled to my back so I wouldn’t collapse on her and brought her over on top of me. She kissed me again and then sat up, groaning as she forced me farther up her channel. She looked down where we were joined.

“Look! Look! You can see him go in and out of me,” she said as she raised and lowered herself. “Quick, grab my phone. I want a picture. I want to see him going into me. This is so exciting!” Jas handed Kelly’s cell phone to her and Kelly started snapping pictures and putting video on Snapchat. Jas took the phone and got a little of the action from behind Kelly’s butt. It gave me a couple seconds to slow my heartrate down, but Kelly started getting intense again and moving faster. I had both hands on her pretty tits and wished I was flexible enough to get one into my mouth while we were connected like this. Kelly was a lot shorter than either Jas or Sarah Lynn and smaller in the chest.

But when she started pumping away seriously, I got lost in the action and could feel the come boiling in my balls.

“Oh, Kelly, baby. I’m going to come. I’m going to put all my semen in your hot little vagina.”

“Yes, Jett. Yes! Put it in me. Let me feel it. Oh! Me… I…” Kelly started convulsing again and this time there was nothing I could do to hold back. I could feel the whole path of the come as my body propelled it from testicles to prostate to penis and into Kelly. I pushed up as far into her as I could and my body locked into place with my butt off the floor as pump after pump of come spat into her.

I finally collapsed back to the mattress and Kelly fell forward onto my chest.

“I felt it! I felt every gush against my cervix. It’s going to run out of me for days! I’m going to work at Donaldson’s tomorrow and smell like sex all day. I’ll have to wear a tampon to keep from leaking down my legs. I need a picture of it!” She started to rise up off me but I clamped my arms around her to hold her down on my cock. I was still half hard and didn’t want to come out of her pussy until there was no choice.

“You’ve had a picture of come dripping from your pussy,” I said.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t like this. This is Jett’s come.”

“You should sign it, Jett,” Sarah Lynn said.

“Good idea,” I laughed. “Get me my Sharpie off the easel.” I rolled Kelly and me over again so she was on her back and I made a few more little thrusts into her. I wasn’t going to get to full erection again so soon, though, and could feel myself slipping out. “Got your camera ready?” I asked her. I pushed myself up and she shoved her phone down toward our crotches as I pulled out and up, my cock dripping into the trimmed curls of her red pubic hair. Jas handed me my pen. Kelly kept filming her dripping cunt as I signed my name on her mound.

“You painted me! You signed this work of art. I love you, Jett.”

“I love you, Kelly.”

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