Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain ©2018 Elder Road Books, Serialized edition ISBN 978-1-939275-83-7
Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain
11
A Body of Work
I PLANNED to get a lot of work done Monday morning. I’d made a couple of sketches during the week that I wanted to develop, so I gave Sarah Lynn the keys to my car and she packed Jasmine, Charmaine, and Kelly into it to take into town. Jas and Charmaine were going to move in with Jasmine’s mother for a while, though they were warned that they couldn’t freak out if Sondra had her boyfriend over for the night. Kelly went to her house to select clothes for her first day at work. Sarah Lynn, Charmaine, and Jasmine spent most of the morning hunting for a place for us to live.
It was really nice to hear Ariel playing the piano upstairs as I started filling in some of the details in my sketch. I’d already started trying to apply some of the things the professors said in my interview. I figured one of the things that I could do was explore more different styles of painting. The simple exercise of having to submit an abstract, a landscape, a portrait, and a figure for my admission had started to stretch my techniques.
I thought about Ariel playing the piano. Her dad was Chinese, but her white mother had completely adopted the role of dragon lady. She dominated the household, riding her children to success. Ariel was the oldest and it might have been hardest on her, but her two younger brothers were also given the choice of piano or violin and forced to practice two hours a day while still maintaining ‘A’s in every class in school. The only reason Ariel didn’t end up in the top five in the class was that she took fewer AP classes. The kids were spaced a perfect two years apart and would be a freshman and a junior next year.
I set aside the sketch I’d been working on and chose a sheet of Bristol. Once I had a place of my own, I was going to put in more different kinds of supplies. For what I wanted, I needed rice paper. And genuine Chinese paste inks. But I had a short set—four bottles—of acrylic artist ink. This stuff was great because it could be mixed with water and applied like watercolor, but it dried quickly and was water-resistant when set.
I moistened the board and chose a #20 round brush. It wasn’t exactly a sumi brush, but it was the best I had. I dipped it in black ink and began painting. I have no idea how to write Chinese characters, but I decided that I’d start drawing musical figures with a kind of Chinese style. As the music played, so did I. I wasn’t going for any great composition on the Bristol, but just focusing on the individual shapes. I thought about the hours of practice Ariel had put in since her third birthday when she started. And she didn’t consider herself a musician! She was going to study to become a mechanical engineer. I think that was another choice her parents gave her. Medicine or engineering. Her father wasn’t paying for any other kind of degree. I added some structure beneath the notes I’d been drawing.
“Wow!”
I hadn’t even grokked the fact that Ariel had quit playing. I stood back from the paper and saw her removing her panties—the last article of clothing she had on.
“You painted me!” she said. I laughed.
“Not yet.” I dipped my brush in the ink again and turned to start painting musical notes on Ariel’s chest. She startled a moment and her eyes got big, but she didn’t move. It was fun and fortunately, Ariel wasn’t very ticklish. I just continued the drawing I’d started on the Bristol board onto the girl.
Ariel is the shortest of the girls—probably about five feet or maybe five-one. She has bigger breasts than Kelly, though, who has the smallest and I’d have to say perkiest little titties of my five… girlfriends. Charmaine had the largest with Jas and Sarah Lynn about even between. I circled Ariel’s nipples with half notes and a triplet running between her breasts. I painted her navel as a whole note with a fermata. I turned a staff of music into a suspension bridge as I stretched it from hip to hip, resting on her bush. I drew girders and piers down her thighs. She spread her legs a little and I couldn’t help dragging a finger up between her lush pussy lips. She moaned and pushed toward me.
Instead, I had her turn and started painting on her butt and then the small of her back. I painted gears and levers—a kind of Rube Goldberg contraption that I didn’t think through very well in terms of what direction things could and couldn’t turn, but as I approached her shoulders, I let musical notes emerge from the mechanical invention. The notes turned into birds.
I looked at my work on her body and signed her right butt cheek, then put the brush to soak in a dish of water. She was standing still, her breath coming in deep gasps, her feet still held more than shoulder width apart. I blew across her back and butt to make sure the ink had dried enough not to smear and then reached between her legs. Ariel moaned and grabbed my stool to support her weight as she leaned forward and I thrust my fingers into her wet pussy. Bending over like that just made my target easier to get to.
Unlike Jas, who is shaved smooth, or Kelly, who shaves all but the mons of her bright red pubic hair, Ariel has a dense black bush. She trims it down enough that it all fits in the skimpy underwear the girls wear, but the hair covers her puffy outer labia. It made a nice frame for the pink gash revealed when I spread them with my fingers.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” she gasped.
“Not quite,” I said. “I don’t have a condom and we already established that you aren’t on the pill or protected.”
“I’m going to a clinic as soon as I can get there.”
“That’s good but doesn’t help today. Lift up on your toes.” When she complied, it not only made her legs and ass look like they’d just arrived from paradise, it served to angle her pussy back toward me more. I buried my face between the gears painted on her cheeks and started licking. I reached forward between her legs and grabbed both breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her butt cheeks started quivering so violently that I thought I might be ground to dust between those gears. I just kept licking, finding the little bud of her clit between the soaking curls. Her high-pitched keen and collapse let me know she’d reached her fulfillment.
“YOU NEED TO FRAME HER!” Sarah Lynn exclaimed when she saw us curled up on the sofa. “I love the whole gears into music theme!”
Ariel lazily rolled onto her back in my arms. “What do you think of my bridge?” she asked.
“Oh my God! I could walk right across your pussy. And I love your half notes.” Sarah Lynn leaned forward to kiss the nips of our little Asian lover. “I won’t smear it, will I?” I shook my head and Sarah Lynn slurped first the left and then the right nipple into her mouth, switching back and forth as Ariel moaned her approval.
“You could float your canoe right up under my bridge,” she sighed. “Just, yeah. Right there.” Her pussy was still glistening from my oral treatment, but Ariel lifted her head to kiss me as she spread her legs so Sarah Lynn could lick her. It only took a minute of the two of us working on her for Ariel to peak again. Sarah Lynn fed me juices from her lips as we kissed and Ariel recovered.
“I need to take some pictures,” I said. “As soon as you can move, I want you to stand by the painting so I can make photos. That is, unless you are okay with just being framed with it.”
She laughed. “Yeah. We should take the pictures before I shower all this off and go home.” She stood shakily and walked over to the easel while I grabbed my camera.
“There’s too much background here. Let’s move everything over to the blank wall.” Sarah Lynn helped us move the easel and set the scene. I snapped a couple of pictures and then Sarah Lynn insisted that I get in the picture with Ariel as the artist and fake like I was still painting her. It worked pretty well. Ariel headed for the shower, but Sarah Lynn delayed me.
“I didn’t see or taste any sperm. Did you fuck her?”
“No. She’s not protected and I didn’t have a condom.”
“Good. But after all that excitement, you must be in pain. I’ll bet she never thought about doing you, did she?”
“I guess not. It was really all about her. I was just lost in the painting.”
Sarah Lynn pushed me down on the mattress and pulled my briefs off. I was stiff and watching her take off her clothes made me stiffer.
“You gave something special to our girlfriend without asking anything in return,” she whispered. “Now lie back and let me give to you. Without asking anything in return.” She kissed me and started working her way down my body with kisses making sure to cover everything but not really going down on me or sucking me. When she had kissed me to her satisfaction, she straddled me and sank down on my pole. It was that perfect fit kind of thing and she started gently rocking back and forth as her pussy muscles rippled around my cock. “Just think. One day soon, your cock will be buried in that sweet little Asian pussy. You’ll have to be gentle with her so you don’t break her by accident. She’s so tiny. But based on how much she loves tongue in her pussy, when she gets your cock there she’ll go wild.”
“Sarah Lynn, I’m in your pussy now. I’d like to focus on that,” I whispered. It was confusing for me to think of one girl while another fucked me.
“When we move over to your house, will I have to sleep in a guest room or can I sleep with you?” she asked as she picked up speed. “Because I think I’d like to do this a lot and I’d hate to have to sneak across a hall or something.”
“If there’s a problem with it, we’ll come back here. But I told Mom that there would be two of us and sometimes an extra. Her only problem will be that it isn’t Jasmine living with me. She’d already started designing wedding invitations, I think.”
“Is that what you want?”
“No. It’s not what either of us want.”
“What do you want, Jett?”
“Right now, I want to come in your pussy. I can feel it. Sarah Lynn, I’m going to…” She’d worked up the speed to a frenzy and I couldn’t hold back. I held her boobs in my hands as I let go with all I’d stored up while playing with Ariel. Sarah Lynn slammed down on my hard dick and held me deep inside as her muscles milked my cock for everything I could give her.
I passed out.
“YOU TATTOOED ME!” Ariel said. “It doesn’t wash off.”
“Shit, Jett. I know it’s not a real tattoo, but how do you get the stuff off?” Sarah Lynn asked.
“Oh, fuck! I didn’t even think about that. I was just painting on the paper and then she walked up and I kept going. Damn it! Let me look it up.” I fumbled with my phone and found the manufacturer of the inks with directions for removing it from skin. “Okay. Here it is. They say the quick way is to use vegetable oil and then wash with shampoo to cut through the oil. If there is residue left, then clean it with alcohol. I’m sorry, Ariel. I never thought. I’ll go up and get the oil.”
“No,” she said firmly. “Now that I know it isn’t forever, I want to leave it on. We’re moving away from each other for a while. At least I’ll have this to remind me that I belong with you.”
“But, what about your parents?” I asked.
“I don’t usually undress in front of my parents!” she said, her eyes getting big. “I’ll just keep clothes on while I’m home. It’s my pervy little brothers who always try to sneak peeks at me. I’ll just be careful not to flash them.”
“We’d better get you home, then,” I said. I was a little sad. When the rest of the crew left this morning, there was so much going on that it didn’t seem so lonely. I’d spent an intimate day with Ariel, though, and watching her walk up the steps to her home brought a tear to my eye.
“It won’t be for long, Jett,” Sarah Lynn said as I drove away. “We have a fragile new relationship among us. We need to nurture it and get us all together as soon as possible.”
“I was really surprised,” I said. “First that Jas wanted to make love. Then you. I knew Kelly was always horny—or at least she talked like she was—but I always figured she was all talk. And then Charmaine and Ariel attaching themselves. I didn’t know all you girls liked girls so much.”
“Hmm. I guess I’ve always known I was bi. I love the taste of a girl’s pussy. I love having your cock in my pussy. Kelly is kind of omnisexual. It wouldn’t surprise me if she tried it with a dog. Jas is just so compassionate that she does whatever the people she loves need. I think Ariel might be a little more girl-biased than into boys. She likes to have that hairy little pussy eaten. Doesn’t make too much difference if it’s a boy or a girl down there. And what a tongue. I think she’s given me more orgasms the past week than everyone else combined.”
“And Charmaine?”
“Yeah. Well… Charmaine is really needy right now. I think she’ll do anything to be held and comforted. Safely. She wasn’t safe at home. You know she wasn’t in the top twenty percent of our class, but she loves numbers. She plans to go for an associate degree in accounting. But what she really wants is to not go back home. Period. End of paragraph.”
“I don’t want to take advantage of her just because she’s needy,” I said. Charmaine was first and foremost a friend. I knew she’d do anything she could if I was in need. That’s what I’d do for her.
SARAH LYNN AND I spent the evening cleaning house. Oh, we’d kept the place tidy while we were all living there, but we wanted to make sure that Granddad didn’t regret having us as houseguests. We cleaned the space where the girls and I had lived for a week and then went upstairs and cleaned the rest of his house. I disinfected all the countertops, the bathroom sink, the shower, and the toilet. Sarah Lynn vacuumed and got down on her hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor and bathroom tiles.
We wished Granddad goodnight and went downstairs for one last night in his house before we faced the world. We were so tired that we snuggled up in spoons and went straight to sleep.
WE PACKED UP the Mini with everything we could fit but I would need to make a second trip. Sarah Lynn still hadn’t been to her house to get any of her personal things, but that would have to change soon. Instead of moving straight home, we went to the grocery store and filled out job applications. Grandpa Blackburn immediately took me to the butcher shop and described what I would be doing.
I know some people get squeamish with the thought of cutting up dead animals for people to eat. A lot of people disconnect so much from the idea of eating animals that they don’t even recognize that steaks were once a part of a cow. Or that milk comes from a cow. Or bacon comes from a pig. Or eggs from a chicken. We don’t see the animal when we shop for groceries. All we see is what goes on the grill. So, Grandpa told me I’d be trained as a meat cutter. That’s not the same as a butcher. It’s mostly about cutting existing slabs—what Grandpa calls primal cuts—into smaller uniform pieces and packaging them to meet customer requirements or to look good in the case.
I guess the way I was raised, in a state where cattle are a major industry, even though most of them are dairy, makes me less sensitive to it, though I’ll have to think hard before I consider taking up Grandpa’s offer to pay for my certificate education if I want to progress to becoming a butcher. Not sure if I want to deal with the whole slaughter and carcass thing. Still, it would be a dependable source of income. As long as I could live on $20-25,000 a year.
When I was finished, I found Sarah Lynn getting a tour of the front of the store. The supervisor hired her immediately and she’d work first as a courtesy clerk while she was trained as a checker. We were both employed and would start full time work in the morning.
MOM WAS SKEPTICAL when we arrived. Nearly everything in the Mini was mine except some clothes Sarah Lynn had borrowed from Jasmine.
“What about Jasmine?” Mom asked. “Have you broken up? Oh, Jett, I like Jas.”
“Mom, Jas and I didn’t break up. We were never engaged except in your mind. But I understand. You like her. I like her. I probably like her a lot more than you do. So, if you are worried about Sarah Lynn, don’t think of it as leaving one and being with the other. Think of it as Jas and I expanding our family to include another,” I said. “Or others,” I whispered.
“And Jasmine is okay with you and Sarah Lynn?”
“I expect she’ll be over later this afternoon for some quiet time with us. She’s out hunting for an apartment big enough for us to live in while we’re in school.”
“Sarah Lynn,” Mom said, “please don’t think I don’t like you. I’m just worried. It’s a mother’s prerogative. I was very impressed with your speech at commencement. And very sad.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Blackburn. I guess my parents were very impressed with it, too. Just not favorably. All my mother has been able to say was that I had snuff porn on my phone,” Sarah Lynn said sadly. “The really hard part is that I miss her, you know?”
“Oh, sweetheart, come sit beside me here.” Mom immediately reached out and pulled Sarah Lynn into a hug. “I understand. I really do. My mother and I didn’t get along all that well. She was very critical of me and absolutely doted on Jett. Some days, I thought she wished he was her son and I was out of the way.”
“Mom!” I said. “Mammam loved you.”
“I know she did,” Mom responded. “And I loved her. There hasn’t been a day since she died that I didn’t reach for the phone at least once to talk to her before I realized she was gone. That’s what I’m saying, Sarah Lynn. Just because you don’t see eye-to-eye on this doesn’t mean you don’t love each other and miss each other. Time will heal all wounds.”
I was impressed with my mom. I hadn’t seen that side of her in a long time. Or maybe I’d become inured to it. It seemed like she always wanted to control me, sterilize my environment, and criticize my life. I’d painted a harsh portrait of her. But seeing her comfort and hold Sarah Lynn made me aware that, despite her controlling ways, she had deep love for me and concern for my well-being and that of my friends.
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