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
16
Getting Framed
“OKAY, BUSTER. If you tip me again, I’m going to ban you from my room.”
“Um… you can do that?” I asked my redhead girlfriend.
“It’s one of the ways we have of protecting ourselves against harassment,” Kelly said.
“But, how does tipping you mean harassment?”
“Do you pay the other girls for sex?”
“I don’t pay anyone for sex.”
“You’re paying me! It makes me feel like a whore. You tip me fifty bucks a week and I trot right downstairs and fuck you. I don’t want you to tip me!”
“I… I guess I sort of understand. Kelly, I never thought I was paying you for sex. We fuck because we love each other.”
“And because I sometimes need release after three hours online playing with myself. Jett, I don’t ever want money to be part of our relationship. If you can’t watch me online without tipping, then I’d rather ban you from my room.”
“I just thought of that as completely different. Like how many times you bought my painted briefs—for way more than they were worth, by the way. You’re doing your job and that’s what I was paying for. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize what it would seem like to you.”
“It gets complicated. I’ve been sending you pictures and masturbating with you online for three years. When I’m camming, it’s different. I have to meet a certain level of expectation. People pay me to do that. You never demanded anything from me. I did it because I got turned on with you. Some guy tipped for me to fuck my pussy with a dildo last night. I didn’t feel like it, but it was on my tip menu. I was dry as a bone and still had to cram that plastic cock up my cunt for ten minutes and pretend to come.”
“Can’t you refuse?”
“Maybe once or twice. If guys start thinking that I won’t perform for the tips they give me, they’ll stop tipping. I just don’t want anything about us to be like it is in the chat room,” Kelly sighed. She leaned into my shoulder and I petted her hair. Eventually, we fell asleep.
A WEEK BEFORE school started, I finished my first term in meat-cutter school. Fall term wouldn’t start until mid-September and I’d only have the Friday class in slaughtering. I wasn’t really looking forward to it. I scheduled my art classes first, sort of hoping I wouldn’t have time for a class at the tech school, but apparently, artists at the U don’t like Fridays and I ended up with no class that day. How convenient that the three-hours a week slaughtering class only met on Friday morning. We had to go over to the slaughterhouse and learn the process as part of the Farm to Table certificate.
It was also my last week full-time at the grocery store. All six of us arranged to be off work for Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, Labor Day Weekend. It was the first time we’d all have extended time together since before we moved. Classes started Wednesday but there were some freshman orientation events on Tuesday. That meant we had three days to just loaf and make love.
Hah!
There were still a few dozen tasks to be done around the house that we never got around to before we moved in. I’d managed to mow the small yard once a week after Granddad got it all cleaned up before we moved. But the girls had wanted flowers in front of the house. They did a great job of directing me in where to dig and exactly how to plant what they bought. It did look nice, but we hadn’t paid much attention to them after they were planted and the flower beds were covered with weeds. As the resident male, it looked like I was going to be assigned all the guy-tasks.
Whoever decided men should work outside and women inside should be hung. Why should a guy be the one to push a lawn mower, run an edger, trim bushes, weed flowerbeds, and… Whoa!
“Hey! Nice digs. How’d you manage to score this? Our place is a pigsty!”
Three girls in bikini tops and shorts were on the sidewalk looking at our place. And at me. I guess I’m not that bad to look at, but these chicks were in their predatory mode. I’d been slinging animal carcasses around the butcher shop all summer. I was in pretty good shape and was just wearing shorts and sandals. It was mid-morning and already hot. Summer’s last flare-up before snow flies.
“Um… Hi. It wasn’t any different than the others on the block when we moved in. We just did a lot of work,” I managed. All three girls were blondes, with straight hair in identical cuts. The major difference that my practiced eyes could discern was the colors of their skimpy bikini tops. Why the heck would girls be out walking around on the street in so little clothing? It hadn’t gotten that hot yet.
“You mean you bought the place?”
“No. We’re just renting.”
“Why would you do a bunch of work on a place that you don’t own? What a waste!” Okay, second difference in the blondes. This one had a whiny voice and big round sunglasses. I just shook my head.
“Didn’t want to live in a pigsty,” I said.
“We already pay too much in rent and have a tiny room we have to share. I’m not giving the creep who owns the place any more than I have to.” Number three. Pink sunglasses, pink patches of fabric that barely covered her nipples, and teeth that betrayed her perfection by being slightly too big for her mouth. “Could you come and cut our grass? We’re just two houses down.”
“Um…” Shit. Why is it I always feel obligated to help others. Especially when it’s three stacked blondes standing almost topless on the sidewalk.
“Jett, honey, I brought you a Coke and came out to help with the flowerbeds,” Kelly said from behind me. The blondes’ plucked eyebrows shot up as they took an involuntary step back. I turned and grinned at Kelly. She hadn’t stopped with a bikini top. She had string-tied bottoms on and was barefoot. It wasn’t quite a thong, but if Kelly moved around much, the back of her suit would creep right up her crack.
I took the Coke from her and pulled her to me for a kiss. “Thanks,” I whispered.
“You two live together?” Blonde One said. The one with the blue top and a floppy hat. She wasn’t looking straight at us. She was looking at Kelly’s crotch. I glanced down and saw my signature, not quite hidden by Kelly’s bikini. I sort of snorted.
“Us and four others,” Kelly said brightly.
“Are they couples, too?”
“We’re more like a sextet,” Kelly said. I thought she overdid the emphasis on that, but who was I to argue.
“Do we have company?” Jas asked from the doorway. I looked up from Kelly and saw Jas and Sarah Lynn come down the steps. They were both in bikinis and flipflops, too. It was quite a sight. Both girls had a bit more boob and ass than Kelly and their bikinis were straining.
“I guess these are neighbors a couple doors down,” I said. “We hadn’t gotten around to names yet. I’m Jett. This is Kelly, Jasmine, and Sarah Lynn.”
“Oh! Yeah. Sorry we didn’t introduce ourselves. I’m Barb. This is Terri and Syl. Um… we were just wondering if we could borrow your houseboy to cut our grass.” Well, she might as well have shit on the sidewalk. There was no way I was going to help them out. I definitely didn’t like their user attitudes.
An arm slipped around me from the side and I glanced over to see Char next to me. Char’s a little more full-figured than the other girls, and a little more modest. Her bikini was designed to cover more territory, but it was still stressed to contain her big tits. I was wondering where Ariel was. Then I saw her in the doorway.
She outdid all the others. I’d grown to expect some outrageous behavior with Ariel. She’d been surprising us all summer while emerging from her emo-goth girl persona. The first had been showing us how enthusiastic she was about oral sex—giving and receiving, male or female. Then discovering that her mother suggested she get her pussy waxed for all our greater enjoyment. After I painted her body, she’d become almost as much of an exhibitionist as Kelly, even though she was still technically a virgin. She had breasts a little bigger than Kelly’s but less ass. And her shaved pussy was very puffy and it spilled over both sides of the tiny strip of fabric that went between her legs and disappeared in her crack. It was a one-piece suit and the strip between her legs split into two narrow bands that stretched up behind her neck like suspenders, barely covering her nipples.
“Jett, the radio said today was going to be the nicest day of the weekend. It’s a shame to waste it on yardwork and cleaning. We thought maybe we could convince you to go to the beach today. We’ll all help get everything ready for winter tomorrow? Okay, sweetie?” Ariel stepped down toward me and my other girlfriends parted to let her through. She stood on her tiptoes and I bent to kiss her.
That was an event all by itself. Ariel’s kisses had gotten better the more she practiced—and she practiced a lot. I found my hands on her bare buns and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around my waist. She ground herself against my very erect cock.
“Please?” she whispered into my mouth.
“We’d better go inside before this turns into a sidewalk orgy,” Sarah Lynn laughed. I looked around. The blondes were gone but there were three guys on the porch of the house next door watching us. I didn’t put Ariel down as I led the girls back into the house.
“Jett? Just continue up to the bedroom, okay?” Ariel said. “We got you a Speedo to wear. I’ll help you get it on.”
Getting it on with Ariel was definitely on my mind and she didn’t relax her grip with her legs, so I didn’t relax mine on her butt. As soon as I flopped back on the bed, though, Ariel scrambled around so she could push my shorts down and swallow my dick. I pushed the little strip of fabric between her legs to the side just in time for her pussy to touch my lips. As worked up as Ariel had gotten us while we were kissing, it didn’t take long for either of us to flood the other’s mouth.
I gave her one more long swipe with my tongue from the top of her slit to her asshole and she shuddered before rolling off me. I flopped back and looked at my five girlfriends in their skimpy suits. Ariel, curled up next to me, hadn’t rearranged her suit, so the strips of fabric now did nothing to cover her pussy and titties.
“We’re sorry about all that, Jett,” Sarah Lynn said. “Kelly saw those blonde bitches working their way up the street and went into action. We had to go out and sort of establish our territory.”
“If you want to play with someone else, we’ll try to understand, Jett. We’re only eighteen and none of us have promised a lifelong commitment to each other. But by God! No fucking bitch is going to come around here and call you our houseboy!” Jas almost screamed.
“And if you’re turned on and need relief,” Kelly said, “among the five of us, we have fifteen holes, ten titties, and ten hands. At least one is going to be available to you at any time.”
“I know Ariel and I are a little slower than the other three,” Char said. “But we love you. And we love each other. I mean all of us. We never want you to feel like you are a hired hand around here.”
“It was pretty obvious those bitches were going to treat you like that and they only have one currency to pay with,” Ariel sighed.
“Are you all really going to the beach like that?” I asked. What I wanted at the moment was pretty much to line them all up and fuck each one, but even I have limits.
“No,” Sarah Lynn laughed. Her top suddenly dropped and her magnificent boobs popped out on display. “I mean, we want to go to the beach, but these particular suits we bought just for our mutual entertainment. We didn’t really mean to even… um… expose them to anyone else.”
“You know what? I really love you girls. Let’s get ready for the beach.”
Getting ready included a deep passionate kiss from each of the girls and a lot of fondling. They made sure that before we were fully dressed again, I’d touched or been touched by all thirty-five of the offered sources of relief. It was a good day.
BY MONDAY, we’d managed to go to the beach, finish all the cleaning and repairs on the house, talk about our schedules for school, and lay out clothes for the first day of classes. Don’t ask me. I had a pair of baggy jeans and a T-shirt. The girls didn’t just throw ‘any old thing’ on and call it good. They did provide quite a show while trying things on and checking my opinion, though.
So, anyway, Monday morning after making love with Jas in a sweet encounter that just reminded me over and over of the first time we got together, I went into my little studio and got out some materials I’d been intending to experiment with but hadn’t had time. After I’d painted Ariel’s body, I’d started reading up on body paint. There were two kinds of specialized paints that were commonly used—water soluble and ‘permanent’. The permanent body paint was more like the acrylics I used on Ariel in that they didn’t wash off in a quick shower. They could be cleaned off with an alcohol solution or would wear off with normal showering in a week or so. I’d bought a bunch of both and an airbrush. I got a piece of Bristol board and was pretty much just experimenting with the flow settings and how to control the width of the stream. There was nothing about what I was doing that could be called ‘art’. I just wanted to play.
I guess I was in there for a couple of hours before Sarah Lynn walked in with a Coke for me.
“What’s that?” she asked, looking at the board. Her eyes were all scrunched up as she tried to decide if I had actually painted anything.
“Just an experiment,” I said. “Trying out my tools.” I put the airbrush down and took the Coke in one hand while pulling her to me with the other. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt and, I discovered, nothing else. As we kissed, I ran my hand up her thigh and under the shirt onto her bare butt. She squashed herself into me.
“You haven’t painted me or Char yet,” Sarah Lynn said. “Do you need a model?” She pushed away from me and stripped off the T-shirt. As usual in my studio, I was painting in just a pair of briefs. I had only a couple seconds to appreciate Sarah Lynn’s body before she pressed her bare skin up against me and returned to our kiss. I still wonder where this girl… I mean… It seems like she just came out of nowhere last spring and suddenly I couldn’t get enough of her.
I loved Jas and we made love as often as feasible when there are six people all trying to get it on with each other. She was calm and stable and sexy and willing and everything else a guy could want in a girlfriend. A look from her could turn me on and she looked at me a lot.
Kelly was just plain sex-on-a-stick. Preferably my stick. She’d been sending me naked photos and sexting with me for three years. She was a little taller than Ariel but thinner with little titties that I loved to suck at every opportunity—and she made sure I had lots of opportunity.
But Sarah Lynn… She was strong and a leader for our little group. You’d probably have to add all our IQs together to equal Sarah Lynn’s. She wasn’t the prettiest of the girls and knew it. The fact she didn’t care didn’t mean she was sloppy about her looks. She was just happy with them. As I was. When I held her in my arms, things just seemed to fit together, whether we were alone or with one or more of the other girls. Just standing in my studio kissing her with a Coke in one hand, I had the other in her pussy as she stroked my cock.
“I didn’t come here to distract you like this, Jett. If you want to, we can. I was really volunteering for a painting.”
“I can’t help myself when you are with me like this,” I said. “If we stop now can we continue later on?”
“As much as we want.”
“Are you game for some sexy painting?”
“Of course!” She kissed me lightly again and pulled her hand out of my briefs as I dragged my finger through her wet folds one more time with a sigh from both of us.
“See if Char wants to play paint, too.”
Sarah Lynn ran out of the room with her tits and ass both bouncing and I started setting things up the way I wanted them. I moved the easel out of the way and grabbed an easy chair from the living room to drag into the studio. We’d put slip covers on all the furniture, debating over whether the gross stuff should be wrapped in plastic before we even did that. I draped a canvas drop cloth over the chair and tucked it in so I wouldn’t damage the slipcover.
Char happily bounced into the room with Sarah Lynn and I saw the other three girls looking in to see what we were doing. I seated Sarah Lynn on one arm of the chair and Charmaine on the other. Sarah Lynn faced the seat and Char faced forward, straddling the arm of the chair. Mmm. I loved the way that position spread Char’s pussy open but I tried not to get distracted. Again. Once I got the two girls leaning in toward each other with their arms linked on the back of the chair, I grabbed the experimental painting I’d been doing and positioned it between them. One of Sarah Lynn’s breasts was in front of the painting and she reached across to the inside of Char’s thigh with her hand, partially blocking the bottom of the painting. One of Char’s massive mams was behind the painting, but the other was tucked up against it, slightly bulging over the edge. I stepped back and snapped a few pictures on my cell phone.
“I’ve got this,” Kelly said. She came into the room behind me with her video camera. “I was Skyping Lisa and she wanted to watch. Rick, Ford, Derek, and Dee are on, too. Figured I might as well record it.” Jas and Ariel had pillows they threw in a corner to watch me paint. I had no idea what people thought was so fascinating about watching me put paint on a canvas. But they were all surprised when I didn’t pull my easel and a fresh canvas out. Instead, I loaded the airbrush with the first color I wanted and approached the girls.
“Unlike the paint I used on Ariel, this is temporary and is supposed to wash off in the shower,” I said as I began. I started inside the painting and streaked outward across Sarah Lynn’s left arm and side. She screeched a little when the cool paint mist touched her skin. A second streak went across the canvas to my left and over Char’s shoulder.
“You’re painting us!” Char said. “I hope you intend to be in the shower washing us when we’re through.”
“It will be my pleasure,” I said. I couldn’t stop myself before I used my left hand to reach between her spread legs and smear a little of her moisture over her exposed clit. She moaned and I got down to seriously painting.
THE PAINTING only extended in a couple of limited areas onto the girls, as if it had broken through some kind of invisible barrier from the canvas onto their skin. I could see exactly what was needed to finish it, though. I carefully held a straightedge along each side of the painting as I created a frame on the girls’ skin. The frame was broken at the points where the paint seemed to flow out of it onto them.
I made sure the overflowing paint spilled down onto Char’s exposed pussy which got her juices flowing so strong that the canvas on the chair was soaked beneath her. Part of the fun of painting my girlfriends was touching them while I worked. I slid a hand down Sarah Lynn’s back and into her butt crack. She started to squirm and I whispered, “You need to stay still. You’ll spoil the painting.” She moaned.
I stepped back to look at the finished work and Kelly stepped forward to video it from every angle. Including a closeup of the paint on Char’s pussy lips. I got my cell out and snapped a bunch of still photos. For just being an experiment in how to use my airbrush and body paints, it had turned into a couple of fun hours and a very sexy painting.
We finally told the girls they could get up and they grimaced a little where their skin was stuck to the canvas or each other by paint. The pain was short-lived and we got them to stand together as we took pictures of where the paint went and what they looked like without the painting held between them. Those pictures were also cool and informative regarding where the mist of color had gone. Sarah Lynn had one painted nipple and one just naked. The contrast was even sexier.
After everyone had petted and examined the two girls and we got comments from our online friends, I took Char and Sarah Lynn to the downstairs shower and cleaned them thoroughly. It wasn’t really big enough for three of us, but we crammed into it together anyway.
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