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
15
Back on Canvas
BY THE WEEKEND, we’d all managed to get moved in. There were still a few things at my house of mine and Sarah Lynn’s. Charmaine had less to move than the rest of us. She’d always had a limited wardrobe. Her dad had plenty of money, but he was stingy as all get-out. He didn’t figure women needed money and he’d have to pay to get her married someday, so he wasn’t about to waste it on her now.
We had several big deliveries. We chose the biggest of the bedrooms, which was about twelve-by-twelve, and bought a king-size bed for it. We took the two twin beds out to the garage and wrapped them in plastic. We’d put them back when we moved out. We kept the two twins in each of the other two rooms but put new mattresses on them and had the mattress company cart away the stinky old ones. I’ve never seen so many body fluid stains on a mattress. Guys must have been coming on them for twenty years.
The other really big delivery was a piano. Not like a baby grand or anything. It was just what they call a console, I think, but it was good quality and Ariel started playing almost immediately. Sweet!
We weren’t going to replace all the furniture in the house, no matter how disgusting most of it was. We bought slip-covers for the sofa and chairs, a couple of plastic tablecloths for the dining room, started stocking the kitchen cabinets. Charmaine kept a record of everything we bought—even down to having checked the receipts for the cleaning supplies the moms bought and the paint Dad bought.
“These are things that apply to the cost of living here that exceeds the rent. If we ever get a complaint, all we need to do is show all our receipts and threaten to charge the landlord for improvements to his property.”
She loved the numbers and had a dozen different spreadsheets that included a breakout of what each of us had contributed and our share of the balance. She even included the value of our labor at both minimum wage and average local “painter’s helper” wage, which was somewhat higher.
We all managed to go to the festival on Saturday and heard some great bands. We were beginning to feel like we were a family and had our own home.
I FINALLY MANAGED to get some time in my new studio. Well, that’s what we were all calling the little eight-by-eight room at the front of the house where my painting things were. At first, I was going to just spread newspaper around on the floor like I did in my bedroom at home, but Jas convinced me to get a canvas tarp to spread on the floor.
“This way, the hardwood is protected and you won’t have to worry about picking up newspapers every day. Once a week, we can take it out and shake it, or just run the little vacuum cleaner over it,” she said. After the tarp was down, we moved my equipment in on top of it and realized right away that we wouldn’t be moving everything out of the room once a week to shake the tarp. Vacuum it was.
“Do you want to sit for a painting?” I asked. “Maybe we could make love after. Or during.” I kissed her and she melted into my arms like a kitten.
“I hate to delay you but could we make love first?” she whispered. “And again after?”
“Yeah. I’d love to do a painting of you with that just-fucked look.” And that was what we did. No one else was home, so we fucked right there on the tarp-covered floor. Then I painted her with that slightly bemused expression she gets and her glassy eyes. I knew that my instructors in school were going to teach me to slow down, but the paint just flowed onto the canvas as I got lost in that smile. There was probably a lot of detail work that I’d want to get finished later, but I only took an hour and then bent Jas over the stool she’d been sitting on and slid smoothly back into her snootch. God! She even had me calling it that.
“I hope you never get tired of fucking me,” Jas said as she turned in my arms and laid another kiss on me. We’d both gotten off loudly and were thankful no one else was home.
“You sure gave a show to the street and the house next door,” Sarah Lynn said from the doorway. So much for having been alone.
“What?”
“Your windows are open. It wasn’t quite so visible from the street because of the porch, but I walked around next door and they had a clear view.”
“People saw us?” Jas squeaked.
“Just me. The house is still empty and probably will be until September,” Sarah Lynn soothed her. “It just shows that we need to get some drapes up on these windows and remember to pull them when Jett’s painting a model. Either that, or charge admission to the show. Let me see the painting.”
She didn’t wait for an answer but just walked around the easel to look at the painting. I returned to kissing and fondling Jas. Hell with the windows.
“You’re an exhibitionist,” Jas whispered.
“So are you.”
“Only online, mostly.”
We stopped our whispered conversation just short of me penetrating her wet pussy again when we heard a deep sigh from Sarah Lynn, still in front of the painting. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back as one hand fondled her own breast. I guessed the hand I couldn’t see behind the easel was in her pussy. I saw that same look cross her face that I’d painted on Jas and wondered if she was mimicking the painting. After a couple more squeaks and a long sigh, her eyes opened and Sarah Lynn moved around the easel to approach Jas. The kiss they shared told me all I needed to know about why our little group worked.
“I hope it was as good for you as it was for me,” Sarah Lynn said. “I’ve never felt so… satisfied after getting myself off. It’s just… You looked… Satisfied is the only word I can think of.” She turned enough to kiss me deeply. “Thank you for making love to us. We love you.”
AS BIZARRE as the interaction between Jas and Sarah Lynn had been, it felt good to be putting paint on a canvas where it belonged instead of on the walls. The girls went upstairs to take a shower together and left me naked in the little studio. I looked around for my briefs and finally found them next to the paint cabinet. I pulled them on and smeared a bit of paint from my palette on them. Kelly would be disappointed if she found I’d been painting and didn’t save the underwear for her. Her new room with its camera and computer and toys had one sloping ceiling with my painted underwear tacked to it.
I was still trying to figure out what to do with my walls. Bare white wasn’t really my taste. I didn’t want to tack up a bunch of posters or nails for hanging pictures, though. The ceiling was higher than the room was square. Old houses, I guess. There was molding about a foot below the ceiling and the windows met it. That gave me an idea. I’d make a few hangers that I could hook on the picture rail and hang paintings from to dry. With that decision made, I kept applying paint to the canvas, filling in little details in the initial painting. Each time my brush touched the canvas it revealed more depth and meaning.
THE SUMMER got boring real fast. We were all working more or less full-time jobs. I had the most regular hours at the market where I worked from six in the morning until two in the afternoon. Grandpa was ‘promising’ that I would be at a level of being able to work alone soon, but I still needed to finish my certification as a meat cutter. I was trying to figure out how I was going to do that.
I was fortunate to live in an area where there was a meat-cutting certificate program. That was what it was called informally. Formally, it was the Sustainable Farm to Table: Modern Meat Production. It had 26 credit hours and I was going to try to complete it in summer and evenings. Fortunately, the lab portion of the Protein Identification, Fabrication, and Utilization course was what I was learning at the market. Grandpa said he thought he could make a case for having me get the Retail Butcher Shop Operation and Sales credit from the market, too. It was still going to take me a year and a half to complete the other courses and over four thousand dollars in extra tuition. Grandpa was a devoted mentor, though, and the market was picking up all the extra tuition.
Sarah Lynn worked at the grocery store, too, but checkers got shuffled around a lot. She never knew from week to week what hours she would work and whether she would have a full forty, twenty, or fifty. While normally rare, overtime was more common in the summer as all the checkers with kids needed extra time off and it was a popular time for vacations. When a bunch of college students came in wanting jobs in the fall, it was more common for the store to hire people for ten to twenty hours a week and Sarah Lynn could expect a reduction in hours as more people were available.
Charmaine and Jas were experiencing some of the same issues. Now that they were no longer trainees, they had to check the schedule every week to find out what shift they’d be working each day. They were getting a lot more lunch and weekend hours when tips were lower and the work was just as hard. Kelly had finished her training, as well, and found herself working a regular thirty-hour week that included eight hours each on Saturday and Sunday. The other fourteen hours were Friday and Monday, so she had three days off in the middle of the week. That wasn’t prime time for camming, but she was just getting started and wasn’t worried about putting in long hours online until fall.
Ariel surprised even the Dragon Lady when she got a job doing childcare. She was like a nanny who worked each day while the kids would normally be in school during the fall and winter. It was a little less than full-time, but the pay was good and her three little kids grew to love her quickly. The only bad part was that she was even more emo when she got home than she normally was. She was either worried about Johnny’s runny nose or upset that Karla had been pushed on the playground. Or she was furious that the parents had been late getting home and she’d run out of things to do with the kids and life was so horrible.
So, summer was a drag. I was getting my Principles of Sanitation and Pasture to Plate lectures out of the way in the evenings, working forty hours at the market, and worrying about having to attend a Slaughtering course one day a week in the fall.
My paintings—what few I could work on—were beginning to get bloody.
THE BIG DAY for Kelly’s grand opening as a camgirl came at last. None of us realized that it wasn’t just a case of flicking on the computer and sitting around naked. She actually had a training course she had to complete before the site would let her go live. That she had to pay for, of course. She’d also created three intro videos that were five minutes long. They were carefully scripted; were mostly tease, but they all showed my favorite Kelly-bits.
Kat-bits. The other five of us had also been training. Kelly did not go online. Kelly did not do porn videos. Kelly did not spread her legs and use a huge vibrator to come on camera for anonymous tippers. Kat did all that. Kelly was absolutely exclusive to our little family. Sure, she ran around naked like she always had. She sometimes waited in my bed for me to get home from the market before I had to go to class. I often heard her name moaned out by one of the other girls—especially Jas.
But if the camera was on in her room, she was Kat Mon Dieu.
The attic room where she performed had been transformed into a kind of Bohemian flat. She could stretch her hands over her head in the center of the room and place her palms on the ceiling. There was about ten feet of flat ceiling and then it sloped down until a little half wall dropped to the floor.
She had several props scattered about the room. A desk where she could study was against one wall with what looked like typical girl knick-knacks on it. But on closer examination, the desk lamp cover was shaped like a breast, complete with nipple. The teddy bear was a slipcover for her big vibrator. The poster on the sloping ceiling above the desk featured a drawing of a girl on a horse, but the closer you looked at it, the more you realized the entire drawing was made up of penises and vaginas.
There was lots of other stuff, of course, and we’d see bits of it revealed during her shows, but it included a kind of wheel-of-fortune with various acts or products on it. And there was the one sloping ceiling covered with my painted underwear. She had arranged it in such a way that, from the camera’s angle, it almost looked like wallpaper. I was impressed.
Speaking of the camera, Kelly’s mom had truly come through with top-of-the-line equipment, including a fast computer, high-res video camera, huge monitor that Kelly could see from any position in the room, multiple microphones so she didn’t have to be beside the computer to talk and be heard, and even a few small lights that she could control on a dimmer to set the mood for her performance.
Our four girlfriends and I sat in the living room two floors below Kat’s studio with our laptops and logged in to her site. My log-on was ‘Kat’s Coal’. The girls thought that was a clever pointer to my real name of Jett Blackburn. What’s jet-black and burns? Coal. Okay. It worked for me. We all bought tokens to tip her in her first hour-long session.
She’d been building an audience through Twitter, Snapchat, and Instagram for the whole month she was in training, so there were a couple of dozen people who logged into her chatroom right after she started.
“Hi, guys. And girls,” she started. “I’m new. I am so excited! Just as I started the camera, I started feeling my juices wetting my snatch and my nipples just popped out, hard as a rock. I could really use some good loving.” She went on from there to welcome each of the people who came to her chatroom by their screen-name as she danced around in a pair of ultra-short cutoffs and a crop-top. “This is my one-hour introductory session tonight. I’m not going to get completely naked, but as a special welcome to my room gift, each member here can request one of my teaser videos for free. You can have the strip tease,” she said as she unsnapped and lowered the zipper on her shorts, “the blowjob demo,” she pulled a dildo off a shelf and slid it into her mouth, “or the red-snatch masturbation vid. If you want all three intro videos, you can get them tonight for 100 little tippy tokens. Don’t forget to give me the addy where I should send the clip. So, let’s talk a while and get to know each other. RaginCagin, are you from down south? It’s close to eighty here. Does it get lots hotter where you are?”
Wow! I couldn’t believe how much energy Kat Mon Dieu put into her show. She managed to get comments from nearly half the people in her room. When she pulled her shorts off to show her cute little butt with a thong running down her crack and barely covering her pussy, she got a bunch of tips. She kept up the chatter as if she were talking to them face-to-face. She smiled and bounced around her room, giving a tour and what she’d be doing during future cam sessions. She got another round of tips when she shed her top and showed her tits encased in a sheer nylon bra so we could see her nipples through it.
“Look at how frickin’ wet my pussy got tonight, just talking to you guys,” she said, pointing between her spread legs. Her camera zoomed in on the wet spot on her thong as she fingered herself. “It’s time for my one-hour opening special to end, but I’m really horny. Mmm. I love touching myself. As soon as this camera goes dark, you should know that I’m going to get my boyfriend to plunge his cock into me until we both come hard. Just think about that for a while. This week there will be cam sessions at eight o’clock Central time on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Come back and see more of me, ’kay? Night now!”
The camera went dark and we all closed our laptops. I was hard as a rock and imagined everyone who watched Kelly was off stroking the meat. Jas, Sarah Lynn, Ariel, and Char were all leaning back with their hands in their panties.
“Jett!” we heard as Kelly came thundering down the stairs. “Fuck me! Now! Please!” She came running into the living room as my pants hit the floor. Fuck her? Hell, yes! She threw her little bra at Char and was wiggling her thong down over her butt as she crossed the room. I didn’t give her a chance to do or say anything else. I grabbed her around the waist, bent her over the arm of the sofa, and plunged my cock into her hot, wet cunt. She wasn’t kidding about how wet the broadcast had made her. “Yes!”
Ariel got the edge on the other four girls and got her pussy under Kelly’s mouth. Her instant cry told me Kelly got right to work licking that cute little snatch. She was working her pussy muscles, too, and I wasn’t going to last long. I felt a hand gently massaging my balls and realized Jas was behind me waiting for her turn at our girlfriend. At the other end of the sofa, Char and Sarah Lynn were locked in a sixty-nine. Kelly whined as loudly as my own bellow when I came in her. I’d scarcely finished pulsing when Jasmine pushed me aside and out of our girlfriend and started licking that inflamed cunt. Kelly went off again.
Kelly got an orgasm from each of the ladies and gave as good as she got before she finally came down.
“I know it won’t always affect me like that but damn, that made me horny. I needed you. I needed all of you and I love you,” she cried.
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