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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

22
Facing the Muses

“YOU ASKED HER if she was trans? Are you an idiot?” Sarah Lynn yelled at me. What could I say. I felt like an idiot, especially facing her wrath.

“I didn’t. I just wanted… I thought she must have some reason for wanting me to see that particular movie with her,” I whined.

“Couldn’t you see the way that bodystocking hugged the curves of her pussy when she took the dress off in the studio?”

“I was really trying hard not to stare. It’s fine for other girls to stare at a girl, but it’s not right for a boy to stare. Even if the other girls want take her to bed,” I accused. Somewhere I read that a counter-offense is the best defense. Idiot.

“So, I suppose you didn’t notice that she has bars pierced through her nipples, either.”

What the fuck? How could I have missed…? Her nipples are pierced?

“She does?” I brilliantly asked.

“With five pair of nipples constantly at your fingertips, you think hard, tight, luscious nipples are naturally shaped like that?”

I was in a corner and had nowhere to flee. I really didn’t want this fight with sweet Sarah Lynn. I clammed up and hung my head. She wasn’t finished.

“Just what would you have done if you’d found a cock and balls when she shoved your hand up her dress?”

That gave me a second’s pause. I’d never met a male that sparked the least bit of interest in me. We’d had group chats on Skype when the guys all had their cocks out stroking them as the girls fingered their pussies. It was pretty hot. But I’d never thought once about them. I was totally focused on Kelly or Jas or even Dee. But Mary…

“Sarah Lynn, I’d have done exactly the same thing I did. I’d have stroked her to the best orgasm I could give her. I’d have kissed her just as passionately. I doubt I’d have wanted to fuck her the way that I admit I want to fuck Mary. But she’s my friend. I mean, really my friend. And I made a commitment to her. I told her I’d be there if she needed me and damn it! she needed me. I could feel it. Deep down inside, I could feel how much she needed me. I’d have done exactly the same thing.”

Sarah Lynn stepped back and stared at me. I was sure I’d just driven a wedge into my little household that I’d never recover from. I’d never get laid again, that was for sure. I was ashamed of my behavior. I’d just told my girlfriends that if I’d found a cock and balls under Mary’s dress that I’d have jacked her off. I was pretty sure, by the way they were all staring at me, that I was sleeping alone tonight. And every night for the foreseeable future. But what the fuck. I didn’t do it to get myself off, even though I was still hard as a rock, despite Sarah Lynn’s rant. She’d already talked to Mary by the time I got home from my date. I closed my eyes and waited for the tirade.

“I hope you’ve got five loads of come in you,” Sarah Lynn whispered. “You are going to get so fucked tonight.”

OKAY. I’M CLUELESS. I’d confessed as soon as I got home that I fingered Mary to an orgasm or two. I thought I was prepared for the wrath of my girlfriends. I wasn’t prepared for being stripped of my clothes and fucked within an inch of my life.

What makes girls tick? I was pretty sure that if I could answer that question I would become the world’s most popular guru. The guys next door would pay a year’s tuition for the secret and the hos down the street would be selling themselves for a quarter on south Main.

When Sarah Lynn pushed me down on the couch I was almost prepared for her to mount me. That means not prepared at all. She sank onto my cock and the silk glove milked me for all she was worth.

“I love you so much, Jett. I knew you were the man for me. I knew it from the moment you picked me up after commencement and gave me a T-shirt to wear. Jett, I love you and I love making love to you. You are everything I imagined you’d be. Everything that Lonnie said.” What the fuck? Oh, fuck! Sarah milked me until I thought she’d drained the life force out of me.

But Char was waiting. And she was ready. I don’t know when she’d prepared herself, but I slid into her buttery ass like I was built to mate with her. It was a little slower this time, but… Char’s ass. Oh, my God!

I got a little reprieve after I’d filled my dark lover and she’d come a couple times as I fingered her clit and Jas and Ariel sucked her nipples. Kelly dragged me out of the living room and upstairs to the shower. She made sure I was scrubbed and sanitized and then led me to the big bed. The other girls met us there and fed us fruit and cheese and crackers. Then Kelly pulled me on top of her and wrapped her ankles around my neck as I plunged into her fiery cunt over and over again.

It was after midnight when Jas perched on the bed with her ass waggling in the air, begging me to get behind her. She didn’t have to beg too hard before I was behind her and sawing into heaven’s own pussy while Ariel lay below her and licked Jasmine’s clit and my balls. I was dead. There was no way I could service all five of my girlfriends in one night. I pretty much passed out on top of Jasmine’s beautiful chocolate ass.

I didn’t think that… well, I didn’t think. Period. But Ariel’s tongue and mouth had me hard again by two in the morning and she rolled me onto my back so she could rub her little virgin pussy against my cock. I let her have her fun, knowing full well that I would never pop a fifth time in one night.

“This is it, Jett,” she said as she leaned forward to kiss me. The difference in our heights meant that the tip of my cock slid past her clit and into the moisture beyond. “I’ve known for months that this was what I wanted and I have no idea why I’ve waited so long. I love you, Jett.” With that, she pushed back and I sank into the tightest little pussy I’d ever experienced. Even as hot as all the girls were, it took a while before Ariel had me fully inside her.

I’d dreamed about this moment. I’d licked the bald pussy and sensitive clit of this Asian beauty a hundred times or more. Every time I licked her I thought about what it would be like to actually have my cock inside her. Nothing I imagined even came close to Ariel pushing herself up and down my cock. It took us half an hour or more before I felt the tightening in my balls that let me know the climax of all those dreams was near.

“I want you to paint me again. Use the permanent acrylics and make my body your canvas. I’ll wear the skimpiest clothes I own for as long as a trace of the paint is visible on my body. I’ll parade myself on Kelly’s webcam for the world to see. You own my body and soul. Let me feel you come in me and claim me as your own.”

I couldn’t disappoint this little beauty. I did as she commanded.

I BARELY DRAGGED MYSELF to work Monday morning. Grandpa saw the condition I was in and wouldn’t let me near a knife or power slicer, even with cut gloves on. I was thankful. I took a nap before anyone else got home Monday afternoon and then spent the evening working on the photo imagery of Jas for my Literature and the Arts class.

I’d intentionally kept a neutral backdrop as I painted Jas and it took me about two hours to remove the background and place her backlit, glowing image on a scene I’d found on a free photos site. The scene was a rock at the shore of the ocean with the sun rising. I’d intentionally positioned Jas so her seated position could be transferred to the rock. It took some tricky editing to remove the glow from where it would be blocked by the rock and keep it where it would naturally appear against the sky with the backlight of the sun. I’d taken photos from a lot of different angles in order to get the one that fit correctly with the scene.

I’m pretty sure there were people who could do a better job of photo composition and editing than I could. Kelly for instance. But we’d all had a digital editing class in high school as an elective and I still had a student version of some high-end software. I was pleased with the result and prepared to compress it to send to my prof.

Kelly bounced into the dining room where I was working about ten with a copy of the digital video she’d edited. I don’t know when she had time to do the editing, but she said she was using the same file for her video editing class.

“Wow! That’s great, Jett,” she said. “I wondered what you were going to do with the backlighting. Jas will be stoked about this. Watch this and then package it with your project. Your prof will love it.”

We watched the video of me painting Jas. Kelly had cut it together and sped up sections so the whole painting took only ten minutes with music from Ariel playing a scherzo as I painted. Kelly sat on my lap as we watched and I slid a hand under her T-shirt to find there was only Kelly there. She bounced on my finger as the video played and I did my best to show her how much I appreciated her work. When it was finished and we switched to the scene of Jas on the rock, it was twice as beautiful.

“Now stop finger-fucking me,” Kelly panted. “Jas wants to watch the other video with you. Don’t include it in your package to the prof. Jas! We’re ready.”

Of course, it wasn’t just Jas that came into the dining room to watch. All the girls gathered around, but Jas sat on my lap. She started out dressed the same way Kelly was, but lost the T-shirt before the video was over.

“Undress for the next one, Jett,” Kelly said. “You aren’t going to want to be confined.”

Jas and I watched the edited video with cuts from my painting interspersed with the unbelievable sex and Ariel’s piano music. I couldn’t believe the way Jas just glowed with pleasure. It was like the sun I painted on her skin was lit from inside her. Once we’d watched the ten-minute video together, Jas and I fucked again with all four of our lovers touching us and joining in.

“JETT…”

“Mary…” we both began at once when I saw her in class on Tuesday. We blushed and I saw Mary’s hands begin to shake. “Are you okay, my friend?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Thank you. I mean for Sunday. I mean… really… thank you.”

“I feel like I’m the one who should be saying thank you,” I said. “Not only for the movie.”

“Yeah. About that. Um… Thank you.”

Blankenship interrupted anything else we might have said after that and we had to focus all our attention on the task he assigned. Today we were focused on highlights. He had us cover an entire page with graphite and then use an eraser to just tease the highlights out of the darkness. It was pretty cool, but I couldn’t see actually creating something entirely like this. Maybe it would be useful on something else.

“JETT,” EVA SAID when I stepped out of class. I was going to talk to Mary some more, but she waved goodbye to me as Eva joined me. There was no colloquium today as our next one was scheduled for Wednesday next week. That class jumped around based on the availability of the special speakers.

“Hey, Eva. How are you doing?”

“Yeah, good, good. Do you want to do a test this weekend? I mean, paint me? I figure it would be a good idea to… um… practice a little.”

“Eva, I don’t think I’ll be ready to do the actual project for several weeks. I’m still trying to get the concept together. I’m not very experienced with this body paint thing. Especially with integrating it with a live painting. But I’d love to practice with you a few times. We can use water paints instead of acrylic.”

“Don’t get any ideas about what I want to do to your body,” Eva answered, “but getting naked for you has kind of filled my fantasies lately.”

“Eva, having you naked has appeared a few times in mine.”

“Yeah. So, this weekend? I checked with your boss and she said the women would be okay with it.”

“Sarah Lynn isn’t actually my boss,” I huffed. How did I even know she was talking about Sarah Lynn? “I actually have a will of my own.”

Eva rolled her eyes.

“If I want to spend any kind of time with you, I plan to do it without offending the FIVE women you live with. Sarah Lynn might not be your boss but she is a gateway that I’ll willingly pass. Jett, do you want me naked in your studio to paint? I by God WILL get Sarah Lynn’s permission first.”

“I think you already did,” I growled. “But understand this. Once you are in my studio, all decisions are between you and me. If I want to undress you, that’s between you and me. If I want to suck your nipple to a hard little point before I paint it, that’s between you and me. If you want to drag my fingers through your juicy wet snatch, that’s between you and me.” I was right up against her ear and could see the gooseflesh rising on her arms as I blew my words at her.

“I just want you to paint me,” she squeaked.

“That’s between you and me. Be at the house at three-thirty sharp Saturday afternoon.”

“Okay. Or should I say ‘Yes, sir’?”

“That’s between you and me.”

I WAS A LITTLE PISSED that both Mary and Eva seemed to consider Sarah Lynn to be my boss and that we had to get permission from her for anything we’d do. I already had permission.

Aw, shit!

What am I talking about? I’d never have moved beyond having, loving, and dating Jasmine if she hadn’t given me permission to do so. Hell! Encouraged me. Kelly accepted me with no boundaries and no restrictions. She claimed she was mine but didn’t try to make me hers. Sarah Lynn had never given or asked for any kind of commitment. Ariel and Char were just there to be part of what we had. Char with her willing ass and Ariel with her active mouth.

And pussy.

I thought about waking early Monday morning after the marathon sex with my girlfriends to find Ariel slicking my pole with her juices and then sliding me inside her again. Just the thought was getting me hard. I breathed deeply and imagined her scent was still in my nostrils. I’d really begun to think after four months that Ariel was going to stay a virgin except with her mouth. While she was always active in pleasuring me and getting pleasure from me, I was sure she did the same with one or more of the girls every day. She liked her face glazed with pussy juice.

I had a ton of work to do in order to be prepared for painting Eva on Saturday, not to mention the fact that we were supposed to read the first book of Homer’s Iliad for class on Thursday. At least Merck wasn’t a sadist about what he expected us to read. Book one is about five hundred lines. It was going to be hard enough to understand the translation of a very stylized Greek of approximately the seventh century BC. He also provided a link to a recorded version in Greek with music that we could listen to so we’d get the feeling of what it might have been like to listen to old blind Homer reciting the epic.

But that wasn’t what had me concerned. I’d talked about doing a test painting with Eva, but I don’t like wasting art. Sure, there were exercises that we did in drawing class. There were painting exercises, as well. But what I was interested in was a creative exercise that would yield something… meaningful. I guessed that was the only way I could describe it.

‘My philosophy of art is…’ That’s what we were given for an essay in Foundations of Contemporary Art the first day of class. It wasn’t supposed to be a long essay, but one to five sentences—not to exceed a page—that described our personal connection to art. There were people in the class who weren’t art majors and took the course as an arts elective. There were also people from nearly every discipline of the arts. I only had to write one sentence and it was one of the hardest assignments I’ve ever had.

My philosophy of art is an opening of the senses to a universe beyond the merely sensory. While appealing to the senses, it should stimulate the soul. The artist should engage the viewer in a personal relationship, even if the two never meet or are separated by centuries.

I scratched it out and rewrote it a dozen times. I still wasn’t sure I agreed with myself. How the fuck am I supposed to build a personal relationship with a viewer in 3018? What do I have to open that person’s senses who might be out exploring a physical universe that is beyond my imagination, let alone my experience?

Well, artists have engaged in that for thousands of years, just as storytellers have. Listening to Homer’s Iliad on my computer, even though I didn’t understand a word of the ancient Greek, filled my mind with images of gods and goddesses using human heroes to enact their contest for supremacy on Olympus. They dared not oppose the supreme Zeus directly, but they could cleverly set obstacles in the way of his goals, perhaps even thwart them through human treachery.

The image of Athena came to mind. Thousands of images of the warrior goddess had been created over the ages and even the most ancient inspire a sense of awe and wonder today. In classical art, the goddesses—even Aphrodite—seldom had more than a breast bared. The Renaissance changed that and most of the goddesses, even Athena, were shown nude.

I had in mind, a picture of Athena armed for battle with one breast bared—kind of a hybrid of the two styles. She would have her iconic shield, spear, and helmet. Only my model, my canvas, would be completely nude. I would paint the clothes and shield on her. Her right arm would be her spear. I set to work creating the canvas. At my interview, my professors told me I needed to slow down. This was a scene of such utter complexity that I doubted I would finish it. I could only ask so much of Eva. Trying to keep her for more than four hours would be inhuman—even with breaks every half hour.

“IT’S GETTING LATE, Jett,” Ariel whispered. “I don’t mean to interfere in your creative process, but everyone has gone to bed.”

I’d definitely been in a zone. I didn’t remember eating dinner, though there was an empty plate and two empty Coke cans on my cabinet.

“Wow! I’d better get to bed, too,” I sighed. “I’m exhausted.” The two-by-three canvas board in front of me still didn’t have any paint on it. It had one of the most elaborate sketches on it that I’d ever done before applying paint. I’d changed perspective twice, changed the background, changed the scale. Nothing that I started with in the initial drawing remained save the general pose of the goddess. I turned to look at Ariel. She was ready for bed, meaning she was stark naked.

“That is intense. Is that how you are going to paint Eva?”

“More or less. I’m incorporating this into the painting.”

“You don’t have underwear on.” My normal painting mode was to wear white briefs and paint them for Kelly as I went. But I wasn’t painting today and when I went to the studio to draw, I just stripped out of my clothes.

“My keen observation says that you, too, are without clothes.”

“I’m naked. Nude. Bare. Undressed. And very horny.” Ariel turned away from me and approached the posing stool that was about waist-high on her. She positioned her hands on either side, spread her feet, and bent over it. “I would be helpless if my boyfriend decided to plunge his thick cock into my tiny Asian pussy.”

Now that she mentioned it, maybe she was. I knelt behind her and began stroking her butt and thighs with my hands. Then I leaned in and licked up her fat pussy. It sprang open like it was on a hair trigger. I dipped my tongue into the sweet nectar and found her clit.

“Oh, Jett. Please fuck me!” It was a great invitation, but in this position, not only was her pussy wide open, but her anus was fluttering. I decided to apply my tongue to that. “Oh! God! Oh God! Jett! Are you going to fuck my bottom?” There was genuine alarm in her voice but she made no effort to change her position or protect her tiny hole. I continued to bathe it with my tongue and she squirmed beneath me, rising to her first climax.

“I am going to fuck your bottom, my little Asian beauty,” I said, leaning over her and reaching for her dangling breasts with my cock resting in her crack. “But not tonight. It was only two nights ago that I first entered your tight wet pussy. I want it again.” I pulled back and my cock bounced down to her opening. I began to slowly push through her tightness. “I want your pussy tonight. I will want your pussy many times before I am finally ready for your ass. But one day…” I was fully seated in her core and pushed my thumb against her asshole. She screamed with her second orgasm. “One day, it will be my cock that presses its way into this tight sphincter. Until then you can look forward to it.”

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