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
21
A Fantastic Woman
“IS THIS A TEST?” Jas asked.
“Only sort of,” I explained. “It’s a class project. We’re supposed to create a work of art that captures, in some way, the effect of Akhenaten’s changes in ancient Egypt on today’s art. You are perfect for my Egyptian canvas. Will you do it?”
“You’ll use the water-soluble paints so I can shower it off afterward?”
“Jas, sweetheart, I will personally bathe you and massage you until all trace of the paint is erased from your body.”
“Bathe and massage? I’m in. I’m out of class at two tomorrow.”
“It’s a date, lover.”
I’D BEEN THINKING about this since Tuesday when Prof Merck explained the assignment. It was a little risky, but he wanted original artwork. I checked to see if he would accept a photo of the art and he kicked back in his chair.
“I suppose it is too much to ask your model to show up for our class, so I will accept a high-resolution photo. I want to be able to display it for the class.” He was vaping cannabis as we talked and I thought I might be getting a little high just from being in the same room.
I’d managed to talk to Jasmine over dinner Thursday night and was thinking I might give her a down payment on her night of loving, but Kelly had other ideas.
“Come up at nine when I go offline, please? I think I’m going to be very horny tonight.” Let me think. What’s the proper response to that suggestion? Kelly had some very interesting ideas to share with me.
“I’M GOOD WITH VIDEOING the whole thing, if you are,” Jas said.
“As long as we all remember that the main thing I need is the pictures of the finished project for my class, okay?” I was a little nervous about where Kelly wanted to take it. Not that there weren’t plenty of videos of me playing with and even fucking my girlfriends. But this was going a step beyond family playfulness. Everyone agreed. We had about four hours to work before Ariel called us for our Friday night stir fry.
I positioned Jas on the stool with one leg on the rung and the other stretched out. I wanted her in a comfortable position that she could hold for a long sitting and could get back into after a break. The position of her legs meant that her pussy wasn’t gaping open when she turned her torso toward me.
Damn it! I liked the position so much that I considered just painting a picture of her and embellishing it with the symbology I wanted, but maybe I could get her to pose for me like this again for a serious portrait. She was so damned beautiful.
Of course, the price Kelly was extracting for the video was that I wear and paint a fresh pair of white briefs. You know? Whatever floats her boat.
Once we were set and the camera was running, I started with yellow body paint in my airbrush and created a sunburst on her torso. After all, the number one thing that Akhenaten did was mandate worship of a single deity, Amon-Re, the sun god. The curling rays emanating from her core were a little fanciful for the period, but the real Egyptian theme was what would appear inside the sun. Still, I loved curling flares of the sun around her nipples and into her thin pubic hair. As I hoped, the contrast between the yellow sun and her chocolaty skin was intense.
Using a finer nozzle and contrasting blue paint, I created a pyramid pointing up between her breasts, but cut off at the top. The Great Pyramid of Giza pre-dated Akhenaten by a thousand years, but the radical pharaoh had built upon what came before him, just as my art was building something new with his tools. At the apex of the pyramid, I painted a glowing eye framed in a triangle. I loved the eye resting in the center of Jasmine’s chest, seemingly supported on the foundation of her breasts.
With the fundamental elements laid in, I started feathering in a glow around the pyramid and then out from the sun as well. I could hear a sigh from both Kelly and Jasmine when I sprayed her nipples, which promptly popped out erect and required that I touch them up again. When it was finished, Jasmine’s torso looked like it was a gate into the past, opening to an Egypt hidden within this goddess.
But so far, Jas had just been a canvas for the art. My plan was to make her into the art itself and this required a steady hand and a lot of trust on her part. It wasn’t just paint. I used makeup to highlight her eyes and create dark outlines that had flourishes onto her cheeks. The eyes themselves seemed to glow when I was finished. I shaped her cheeks and deepened the red of her lush lips. Then I returned to the airbrush and created a third eye of Horus on her forehead. The final step in the process was to position her hands.
Steve Martin had a classic routine Granddad loved about King Tut. It took some of the same elements that I’d incorporated into the painting and posing of Jas and turned them into a comic dance. With Jas, though, positioning her right hand so her arm was bent and the palm was held out flat. The other arm pointed the opposite direction and the palm was held low and flat. This was the hardest part for Jas because no matter how it looks in hieroglyphics, it’s not a natural position to hold your arms and hands.
The idea for this whole scene hit me on Tuesday in Merck’s class, so as soon as I could manage it on Wednesday I went to the local Spencer’s and picked up a couple of glo balls. I grabbed these now and activated them. I placed one in each hand. I stepped back and started snapping pictures. Kelly moved in and did a full survey of Jasmine with the video camera. I’d had to ask her to loan me her digital SLR to take the pictures because Prof Merck wanted better photos than I could get on a cell phone. I loved the way Jas looked. So elegant. Our other roommates applauded from the doorway.
I took the glo balls when Kelly said she had enough video and I felt I’d captured about every possible nuance in photos that I could. I had closeups and composites. I took pictures from different angles to make sure I got just the right amount of her face and then I set up one of Kelly’s studio lights behind Jas and took a series of backlit shots that made it look like the glow was all around her. I offered my hand to Jas and she stepped off the stool and into my arms. The kiss she gave me melted my heart.
“I feel like the Mona Lisa,” she sighed. “Or maybe Venus Rising from the Sea. Like I just stepped off the canvas and into the real world. I think I can actually see through the third eye.”
Her eyes were moist and Kelly rushed up to dab them with a tissue so her tears wouldn’t cause the makeup or paint to run.
“I wish I’d had you paint it with the acrylics instead of the water paints,” Jas continued as she looked at herself in the hall mirror. That was one of the things we’d added early on. The girls all wanted to look at themselves before they went out the door in the morning and that required a full-length mirror right beside the door to my studio. “I don’t want to wash it off. I want to live as an Egyptian goddess.”
ACT TWO of our little performance came after dinner. We went to Kelly’s Kat House. Kelly was becoming quite accomplished at videography and editing. Granted, nearly everything she recorded was classed as porn, but she was making as much money selling the solo videos she released each month as she was getting tips for her online performances. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she had a cameraman working with her to get some of the shots she managed. The one thing that was chafing at her was that all her videos were shot in her little chatroom. She wanted to get out where she could perform in different settings.
She also looked at me meaningfully every time she mentioned wanting to do a boy-girl video. The two-minute cell phone video of her fucking me the first time—it only showed where we were connected and my hand signing her mound—was her top seller. I had to admit that I’d watched it a hundred times. If there wasn’t always a cute teen girl in my house who wanted to suck me or fuck me, I’d have put that video on endless loop and masturbated to it. It sent a shiver down my spine to think that was exactly what a thousand faceless guys were doing.
I wasn’t crazy about performing, but the only part of me that would be seen was my cock. Sarah Lynn and Char were enhancing Jasmine’s makeup. They were good at it and it would take photo recognition software to identify her when they were done. Kelly kept tinkering with her camera angles as I lay on the bed. Ariel was doing a great job keeping me hard with her tongue.
“You know I want to jam this down my throat and drink you,” Ariel said when she popped off. “I never thought I’d consent to being a fluffer.”
“Well, I’m just a stunt cock for Kelly’s big experiment. Jas is the star,” I laughed. My cock slapped her in the cheek and she took a long lick up the side.
“Ready?” Kelly asked.
“Ariel, Jas needs a little help, too,” Sarah Lynn said. Ariel leaped into action, leaving my hard cock waving in the air. In a second, she was between Jasmine’s legs, making sure my girlfriend was extremely well-lubricated. Kelly left her camera long enough to take a few licks on my cock and make sure I stayed hard.
“If this works, you know I’m going to want you to fuck me on camera,” Kelly whispered to me. “Maybe that will be when I give you my anal cherry. I bet I could get a subscription to watch that live in a private show while we’re taping.”
“God, Kelly! I can’t believe my girlfriend is a porn star.”
“So far, it’s all been solo, but I’m definitely going to get a girl or two involved with me. You wouldn’t believe how many other camgirls have contacted me wanting to do a show with me!”
“I’ll bet plenty of guys have contacted you, too.”
“Yes. But you are the only guy I want in my pussy, Jett. I’m a sex-crazed lunatic, but I’m a selective one.”
“We’re definitely ready,” Ariel said, emerging from between Jasmine’s legs. “If this girl was any wetter, she’d slide right off.”
That meant it was time for action. Kelly had hung drapes around the bed so it looked a little like a harem tent. I guess a little mix of metaphors was okay. My head was kind of in the folds of the tent so you couldn’t see my face. The shot started with Jas entering through the tent flap and stopping to stare at me, lying on the bed. When she’d established Jasmine in the room, Kelly panned from my toes up my oiled legs and torso. She circled around my cock to catch Jas approaching the bed.
I knew a lot of the video was going to be of Jasmine and the painting that had turned her into something mystic and goddess-like, so I was a little worried that my erection would flag before she needed it. Every time it was out of the camera frame, though, Sarah Lynn would snake her hand out and gently stroke me. With this kind of attention, I wasn’t going to flag.
Jas finally straddled my chest and took over the attention to my cock. There was no dialog in our little movie but as it progressed, there were an increasing number of moans. The goddess above me worshiped me. By the time she sank onto my pole, a lot of the moans were mine. My concern changed from being afraid I’d get soft to being afraid I’d come too quickly. I could already feel Jasmine’s snootch, as she called it, fluttering around my cock in her first moaned orgasm.
I couldn’t see a lot since my head was in the flimsy curtains and most of my attention was held by Jasmine’s gorgeous ass as she pumped up and down on my cock. When I saw the camera move up Jas’s body to capture her face thrown back in ecstasy, I felt Sarah Lynn reach in again. Instead of stroking my cock, she squeezed the base painfully. All thought of coming fled for at least thirty seconds. Jas was just too hard to resist.
This time, Kelly scanned down Jasmine’s body as Jas continued to undulate on my cock. She focused on each nipple to show how the paint wrapped the precious points and then down her torso to show closeups of the different features of the painting as Jasmine’s tummy flexed in and out with her movement. Before long, the camera was focused on our joining and Jas started fucking with intent. My own voice rose to match hers. A near match. When Jas is truly worked up, no one gets louder than she does. My hands were on her butt and I was bouncing up from the mattress into her when we both reached our climax. It wasn’t a short one. Before we finished, I could feel our combined juices running out of her and over my balls.
The last scene was of Jasmine slowly leaning back until she was lying on top of me and my cock, even though still pretty hard, pulled out of her. Kelly panned from the come running out of Jasmine’s pussy up across her belly and then pulled back to show her lying back in sweet repose with one of the glo balls held at her side in each hand and her head turned slightly. It was a nice reflection of the final pose I had her in for the painting.
Mostly, while we were shooting, I was only aware of the attention Jas was giving to my cock and fucking her. It wasn’t until Monday that I finally saw the edited video with cuts from my painting of Jas and music provided by Ariel on the piano. Once we’d watched the ten-minute video together, Jas and I fucked again.
I CUT OUT OF WORK Sunday afternoon as quickly as I could and picked up Mary at her dorm. I’d come to expect the kind of baggy sweater that hung down almost to her knees with the tights under it. I went to her door to collect her and we drove over to the Pyramid Art Cinema.
Every town needs a movie theater like this one. Still, I don’t understand how they stay in business. They specialize in showing foreign, independent, and art films. I’ve never seen the theater more than half full unless they happen to get one of the real popular ones during the International Film Festival. There have even been a few protests outside the theatre when they showed foreign films that would have been rated NC17 in the US—if anyone had submitted them for rating. But the theater owner stubbornly refused to shut down the ’20s era movie house. I’d heard that before they started showing movies it was used for burlesque. There was supposed to be a whole stage behind the screen. The architecture was filled with Egyptian motifs that made me think about Jas. I mean about my Literature and the Arts class. Right.
“This is supposed to be a great film,” Mary said. “It’s about a Chilean singer who falls in love with an older man. Soon after she moves in with him, he dies and his family is mean to her. They even take away the dog he gave her. It won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film. And I won’t say anything else because that’s all the blurb said.”
We found seats and watched previews for half a dozen other films that would be shown in the near future. A couple of them looked interesting and one looked extremely sexy. I wasn’t sure exactly what my relationship with Mary was, so I didn’t try to put an arm around her or hold her hand. We just sat companionably as the movie started.
What the blurb she gave me didn’t include was that Marina Vidal, the singer, was a transgender woman. What I first thought was just a sad love story took on a new dimension as we witnessed even the police who investigated Orlando’s death try to pin it on her. The nastiness of the family directed at the young woman was just because she was trans. I started to get angry. Not at Mary, but at the society that did this to people because they were different. The woman in the film was beautiful, talented, loving, and smart. She didn’t deserve what they did to her.
I’m not sure anyone deserves the way she was treated. Still, that was how my little household was formed. Charmaine was treated terribly by her father, who was still trying to sell her off in marriage. Ariel’s father was pretty much a sperm donor who considered it the mother’s job to raise the children and his to go make money. He was only concerned that she not disgrace him. And Sarah Lynn’s dad… Well, her mother was a total fruitcake, but her dad was cold. He was a fireman and held his loyalty to his fellow first responders above his loyalty to his daughter. He hadn’t spoken to Sarah Lynn since commencement.
Yeah. We all had our little crosses to bear, as Grandma would put it. But it seemed like some people had more crosses than others. That image set something in my mind moving and my fingers began to itch. I wanted to draw a scene—paint it—of a transgender Jesus. I’d need a model.
Mary’s fingers touched mine on our armrest and I could feel her low tremor. I rolled my hand over and our fingers interlaced.
Mary.
Oh. My. God! Was that why she wanted me to see this film?
“SEEING THINGS like that makes me angry and sad and afraid,” she said as we walked to the car. We continued to hold hands all the way to the door and I opened it until she was settled in the Mini. As soon as I was in and started the car, she continued. “I like to see foreign films because they take me places I’ll never go and inspire me to paint things I’ll never see. Santiago, Chile. The idea of going there is as remote as going to Mars.”
“The movie made me want to paint.”
“I could feel your fingers twitching.”
“It happens like that.”
“Describe the painting.”
“I’m thinking a classical crucifixion scene but with Jesus portrayed by a trans woman. Then paint the characters—not the same ones as the movie, but the archetypes of them—surrounding the cross. You’d have the politicians, the friends, the family, the religious hypocrite, and whoever else.”
“Grotesque.”
“Yeah. I’ll probably do a sketch but realizing a full painting like that will probably take years. First I’d have to find a trans model who would be willing to work with me.” I just let that hang in the air. We pulled up in front of her dorm. I was still holding her hand and turned toward her so our eyes could meet. The light came on.
“Oh, my God! You think… Because I suggested that movie… You wonder… I didn’t…” I was completely surprised by what she did next. Her hands had started to tremble so much that I could barely keep hold. There isn’t much of a console in a Mini, so nothing obstructed her when she pulled my hand to her lap and pushed it up under the sweater, straight into her crotch. “Check and see. Find out if I have a cock and balls.”
She was nearing that state of panic I’d learned to recognize with other friends where she’d hyperventilate until she passed out, but she wouldn’t let me pull my hand away from her very bare and rapidly moistening pussy.
“Mary, I didn’t mean to imply anything. It’s okay. You don’t need to…”
“Of course you thought I was trans. I bear all the signs and I took you to a movie sympathetic to trans women. What else would you think? I just want you to be sure!” She started rubbing my fingers up and down her slit. One question answered—a crotchless bodystocking. Second question answered—Mary was all woman.
I was more concerned about Mary’s anxiety than about whether or not she was trans. But her breathing pace changed. She still didn’t let up on the pressure against my hand on her pussy and I reflexively started stroking my fingers through the gathering moisture. Her mouth opened slightly and a soft moan issued forth.
“You don’t have to do this, Mary,” I said.
“I’m not going to… I wasn’t going to have sex with you. Today. But… I think you should keep exploring a few minutes. Explore that spot… right there. Mmm.” That spot was obviously her clit. I shifted slightly and leaned in to kiss her. Her eyes flew open when our lips touched and then she relaxed into the kiss, her parted lips giving easy access to her tongue. And it heated up from there. She pulled her right foot up so her heel was on the edge of the seat, opening herself further to my questing fingers. I made sure I complied with her demand that I explore thoroughly, inside and out. Mary stiffened and whined her orgasm into my mouth.
“I… Oh, God! I’d invite you to my room but we wouldn’t be alone. I’d invite myself to yours but we wouldn’t be alone. I don’t want to give you a blowjob in the parking lot. It’s so crude. Says the girl with a boy’s fingers still pumping in and out of her. I’ll… Oh, God, Jett.” She finally pulled my hand away from her sex. She’d never let go of my wrist while I was finger fucking her. “I’ll make it up to you. After I talk to Sarah Lynn.”
Mary pecked me quickly on the lips and jumped out of the car to run to the dorm door without looking back.
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