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
23
Cutting the Beef
BLANKENSHIP’S DRAWING CLASS continued to be a pain in the ass. Thursday, he wanted detailed drawings of our fingernails. I guess I was learning things. I think my drawing was improving. You couldn’t tell by his comments. “You’re supposed to draw your thumb, not your big toe.” Fuck.
We survived the class and Mary was waiting for me outside the door.
“Um… Sorry I ran off Tuesday before we could talk. It looked like Eva wanted your time.” She slipped a slightly shaky hand into mine and I relaxed.
“We’re getting together Saturday afternoon for our first painting session. We needed to work out the details.”
“You’re going to paint on her like you did on Jasmine?”
“Yeah. Merck stopped me after my Literature and the Arts class to congratulate me on that work and asked if I was going to do similar works for each of the periods. He liked it. So, I’m painting Eva up as Athena for the Homer segment.”
“She’s already a piece of work.”
“I’ve never had a canvas talk back at me as much as she does,” I laughed.
“Could I… stop by and join you?” Mary asked. “I’ll stay out of the way, but you seem to be the only person in our class who has an unending supply of figure models and a private studio. Maybe I could draw one of your girlfriends if it’s too crowded in your studio with Eva.”
I found that we’d left the art building and were walking in the opposite direction of my bus stop. We were headed toward Mary’s dorm and I was just letting her lead me along. Her hand was calm in mine and I didn’t want to remove it.
“Mary… You know that all five of the girls I live with are my lovers, right?”
“Yeah. That’s pretty hard to miss.”
“I guess… We aren’t really a house of hedonism but sometimes it seems things get a little out of control. We don’t have alcohol in the house, but we do get a little high sometimes and clothes don’t seem to have a lot of meaning then. I mean, I’d love to have you come over. It’s going to be a long, intense painting session. But I like you and I don’t want you to feel obligated to play with people—even if I play with Eva a little.”
“Do you think you’ll ‘play’ with her instead of painting?”
“Not instead, but sometimes one thing leads to another. I just don’t know where her head is.”
“I bet you know where other parts of her are,” Mary laughed. We were almost to Mary’s dorm when she stopped and pulled me around to face her. “Jett, I function pretty well. I know you’re aware of my anxiety and panic attacks and I really appreciate your calming influence in class. But I’m working at overcoming a lot of the problems I have and I can’t do that sitting alone in my dorm room. The shaking in my hands isn’t all from anxiety—in fact, it contributes to my anxiety. I’ve had mild essential tremors since I was a toddler. It made school a frustrating experience. Teachers were sure I was being abused at home and tried to get me taken away from my parents. It seemed that every year there was another ignorant do-gooder who was concerned for my well-being.”
“Damn, Mary, I had no idea. That must have been hell.”
“Yeah. But when the doctors could only prescribe sedatives and tranqs, my parents found a specialist in bio-feedback. It’s not a hundred percent effective, but I’m able to control about eighty percent of the tremors by drawing and painting. The doctor found something I loved and linked it to my bio-feedback. When I don’t have time or lose control, then I end up multiplying the effect with my anxiety. God’s truth, Jett. You and Blankety are the only people I’ve known in four years who could get me down from that point without Prozac.”
“Any time. I don’t know what kind of relationship you want… or even what kind of relationship we have… but if you want to come and draw or paint with me, any time. Any time at all.”
“Thanks, Jett. I don’t know about the relationship thing either but I’m a big girl and might even get turned on if I see you ‘playing’ with Eva.” We giggled a little at the image. I had a feeling that by the time I was done with her on Saturday, Eva wasn’t going to be interested in any playing. We were all going to be too tired.
“I’ve got to head home now, Mary. Thanks for talking to me. You know, I really enjoyed our date Sunday and I’d like to do it again sometime.”
“Believe me, I’d like you to do it again sometime, too. I… um… don’t usually have anyone else’s fingers up there. It was pretty damn nice.” Mary reached over and pulled my head toward her for a sweet kiss. “See you Saturday, Jett.”
I WAS TEMPTED to cut my slaughtering class Friday morning, but we were going to be studying the grading of beef on the hoof and I felt like I’d never understand it if I didn’t participate. I shifted gears as fast as I could Friday afternoon, though. I still had a ton of work to do on the canvas Eva would pose with. Detail work on the figure would have to wait until the painting of Eva was finished. I had another ten days before the Homer project was due. But enough of the image had to be complete that I could blend the edges with the living canvas.
Ariel and Kelly got home about two o’clock and both stopped to give me a very sweet kiss that ended up with them naked. Of course, that was kind of their normal attire within five minutes after getting home from classes. I just appreciated the fact that I got to help get them there. I didn’t mind the little break. Ariel headed for the kitchen to start getting Friday night stir-fry ingredients prepared and Kelly headed upstairs. I went back to painting.
About an hour later, Kelly came back into the studio with her tripod and video camera.
“You know I won’t be here until after dinner tomorrow when you’re painting,” she said. “I’ve got the camera set up with a terabyte external storage device. You just have to route it through your Mac. There should be plenty of room for the action but turn it off when you take breaks. It just wastes space to let it run. I’ll worry about editing and splicing later.”
“Kelly, you’re a sweetheart. I feel bad about you spending so much time on my projects. I need to pay you for…”
“Shut your fucking mouth!” she snapped at me. “You don’t pay me, Jett. Ever. I thought we settled this. I’m a whore for my art, but I will never be a whore to you. I am yours, body and soul. Don’t ever offer to pay me!”
There was only one thing I could do. I kissed her. She was still a little angry and stiff when I pulled her into my arms, but she melted as soon as our lips touched. There was a quiet longing in that kiss. I wanted it to go on forever. Kelly needed my reassurance and I needed to accept the conditions.
“Red, you are not my whore and I will never think of you as a whore in any circumstance. Please forgive me for misunderstanding and be sure that I love you. I love you, Kelly.”
She moaned into my mouth as she ground her crotch against me. I’d been wearing briefs to paint in as I usually did and my cock poked out the top as it hardened and was moistened by her pussy juices. “Come upstairs and sleep with me tonight?” she pled. “No cameras, no one else. Just you filling me over and over. I love you, Jett.” I quickly agreed and with a date to consummate what we’d just started, we were able to back off a little while she set up the camera.
“You know I’m using these as projects in my video editing class. My prof is impressed with the footage I bring in. She’s giving me tips on videography, too. And Jas and I have made five hundred dollars off her Nubian Goddess video. We aren’t starving here.”
“You are clever. I’m glad Jas is earning something but a little surprised that she was willing to sell something she could be recognized in.”
“Between the paint and the makeup, there is no way anyone would recognize her. She absolutely glowed in that vid. When she started working her abs on you, it was like the entire scene you painted came to life.”
“I don’t think you can do that with Eva.”
“No. She doesn’t want her first time with you on video. I respect that.”
“Wait! Her first time with me?”
“I’m not saying that you are going to fuck tomorrow night. Looking at your canvas, I’m guessing this is going to be a marathon session. We’re prepping all the beds tomorrow morning so that if she or Mary or both want to stay over, there will be places for them no matter who they want or don’t want to sleep with. Just because the five girls you live with are open and ready for you and each other any time of the day or night, it doesn’t mean that we automatically assume every girl who visits is going to be part of our harem.”
“I don’t know what will happen with either Eva or Mary,” I sighed as I watched Kelly set up the camera. “I wish I’d thought to catch some of the preliminary work of the painting on video like you did with the one of Char and Sarah Lynn.”
“We did,” Kelly laughed. “You were so into your zone that you didn’t even notice me slipping in to video snippets while you were doing the original drawing. I was in last night while you were painting, too. Oh, and I’ll show you some yummy footage of Ariel bent over that stool Tuesday night while you plowed her. I got such a good licking after I showed her the tape that I thought I’d pass out!”
“Oh, geez! With you flitting around like you do with a camera, nowhere in the house is safe,” I laughed. “We could have our own reality TV show.”
“It would only air on adult cable,” Kelly said. “Just having you running around with your dong flopping would get us an NC-17 rating. Now go back to work and be ready to fuck me into the mattress tonight. I’m beginning to see your concept for this painting in my mind’s eye. Can’t wait!”
Kelly was gone and I returned to the painting of Athena.
I DIDN’T REALLY get back to painting Friday night after stir-fry. It was family night and my family all wanted a little care and loving. Not that I screwed everyone, but each of my girlfriends got held and petted—not just by me, but by each other. It was like we needed that time of bonding to reassure each other that we really were part of one family.
Kelly and I finally made it up to the Kat House after leaving our four other lovers all piled together in the big bed. What a sweet sight.
We started just holding each other and I thought we might just go to sleep that way. So much for fucking anyone into the mattress. But Kelly was just taking it slow and easy. Our little orgy Sunday night was frantic. Not only did every one of my lovers want to feel me come in them, they wanted to lick each other out and fuck as well. With so many of us involved in this relationship, it seemed that our lovemaking was always a little rushed so we’d have time for someone else and so no one felt left out.
Kelly wanted to slow down. Even when she did her camming, there was often a rush at the end to get her to orgasm. I was more than willing to take it slow. I wanted to kiss every inch of her body—find every freckle and love it. We spent an inordinate amount of time lying head to toe and sucking each other’s toes as we got and gave exquisite foot rubs. Kelly rolled on top of me while we were in that position and began inching her way up, allowing me to kiss her ankles, shins, knees, thighs. She covered my legs with kisses and little licks as she moved upward and before long, her puffy pussy was at my lips as she sucked in my cock.
Kelly is the sweetest girl I’ve ever tasted. Literally. We toss around words like nectar and honey for a girl’s lubrication but Kelly’s lives up to the description. Her pubic hair is shaved up to the top of her slit, so her juice just makes everything from that point down slippery as hell. Combined with my tongue adding moisture, there was a total flood the first time she came. I drank down as much as I could and Kelly whined around my cock.
Sarah Lynn had taught the girls about squeezing the base of my cock hard enough that it delayed my orgasm. It was a little painful, but I had to admit that it gave me more staying power and the longer I could stay, the better it was. Kelly pinched my cock and held it as she rolled off and lay with her legs spread and her knees bent.
“Make love to me, baby,” she said. “I want to feel you in me. My pussy is crying tears for want of your cock. Push. Push it into me.”
Her heat surrounded the tip of my cock and I pushed. Feeling each slippery inch sink into her hot depths brought a loud groan from my throat. I think that just the act of pushing my cock into Kelly’s pussy is almost as good as the orgasm that ultimately follows. The moment of orgasm is a mind-blowing clutching of all the muscles in my body as everything is focused on pumping semen into the waiting vessel. But before that is the feeling of that vessel wrapping itself lovingly around my cock, welcoming it home, sliding against me and caressing my length. Kelly is hot and can tighten her muscles to hold me in a velvety embrace. Ariel is tight and almost unyielding, but Kelly is tight and welcoming. As soon as I was in her, I bent my head and licked her nipples, perfect little points atop modest mounds that didn’t slip to the sides when she was on her back like the bigger busted girls did. They rose from her chest, begging to be sucked. I gave generously and Kelly responded.
The inevitable climax of a long climb caught us by surprise, convulsing both our bodies. Kelly’s legs squeezed around my waist and I drove as deeply as I could into her and let my come control my nervous system. As soon as I had enough breath in my lungs, I kissed Kelly and found her mouth every bit as welcoming as her pussy. We kissed deeply and I felt another surprising spurt pulled from my cock as more than an aftershock. Kelly’s body reacted to it as well and we lost ourselves in the kiss, in the moment, in the love.
I’d do anything for this girl. Anything she asked.
I WASN’T SO TIRED Saturday morning that Grandpa wouldn’t let me cut meat. That had been embarrassing on Monday. Kelly and I made love more than once Friday night but we both had to work on Saturday, so we didn’t stay up all night. And somehow, sleeping snuggled up to my little redhead seemed to make my sleep even more peaceful.
Even my job was part of my education. Grandpa quizzed me on grades of beef Saturday as we worked on various cuts.
“What’s the difference between Choice and Prime?” he asked as he laid out two slabs of ribs that we were cutting into steaks. Of course, this wasn’t what we learned in class yesterday. Grandpa wanted meat grading on the cuts. Yesterday the ten of us in the Slaughtering class had worked in the feedlot on sorting the slaughter cattle before they went into the chutes. The steers and heifers were thirty to forty-two months old and their hides were marked by grade and expected yield. Then they got sorted and sent through the chutes.
After they were dead, skinned, and hanging, the hanging carcass was graded Prime, Choice, or Select. Cattle that fell in the lower grades—Commercial, Utility, Cutter, and Canner—were separated out to be slaughtered by the night shift when there was no USDA carcass inspector on duty. Grandpa wanted me to tell him about the quality of the two rib eyes on the butcher block.
“This one is Prime,” I said confidently. When you had two laid out in front of you like this, it was easy to tell the difference based on a quick observation. “This rib eye is about eighteen or nineteen inches long and has a nice layer of fat over it. The Choice rib eye is only about sixteen inches long and has a thinner layer of fat. We can expect the Prime to have a slightly abundant marbling. The Choice will have at least slight marbling.”
“And?”
“Prime beef is produced from young, well-fed beef cattle. It has slightly abundant marbling (the amount of fat interspersed with lean meat) and is generally sold in upscale restaurants or out of our butcher case,” I quoted from my reading. “Choice beef is high quality but has less marbling than Prime. It has at least a small amount of marbling. It’s the type we’ll cut to package and put in the coolers over there and in the freezer case. Both grades are good for braising, roasting, and grilling. We only sell Select in the freezer case and in the lower cuts for stew meat, pot roasts, and crockpots.”
“Good. Now let’s talk about the difference in how we cut these for sale.”
It was a good morning and I cut a lot of steaks. Grandpa marked the Choice meat for me and I sliced the steaks at the thickness he marked. They were generally thinner than the prime steaks he cut. Still, by noon, my mind was on painting. I’d switched from cutting steaks and roasts to cutting up chickens. I was getting pretty good at deboning chicken breasts but I was thinking seriously about getting a new set of knives. A simple set of the four basic knives—boning, breaking, butcher, and cimeter—could easily cost me well over a hundred fifty dollars. Maybe I’d put it on my Christmas list.
I GOT HOME at two-thirty, almost frantic to get started on this new painting. I found that Mary was already there, sitting on the sofa drinking tea with Ariel. They stood up and all thought of painting fled from my mind.
Ariel was Ariel, of course. She was wearing a thong and a crop-top and bounced over to kiss me as soon as I walked in the door.
“I need a shower, sweetheart. I smell like a butcher shop.”
“Yeah, but say hello to Mary first.” I lifted my eyes.
She hadn’t waited to take off her sweater—at least I assumed she started with a sweater. It was pretty chilly outside. The bodystocking she wore didn’t have long sleeves. Instead it had a couple thin straps that went from the boob panels up behind her neck. The front was fully opaque, but this time I let myself check for the piercings Sarah Lynn said she had. Sure enough, there was a little bump on either side of each of her thick, hard nipples. While the stocking covered the front of her, the side was laced all the way from her ankle to her armpit. The lacing exposed about six inches of bare skin all the way up her shapely side. In back, the stocking was opaque again. She wore a flouncy skirt with the outfit that hung to about mid-thigh. I was cued in on the idea that this was a crotchless stocking.
“Mary,” I squeaked. “It’s good to see you. I didn’t really expect you to be here so early.” She smiled and approached for a little kiss. I put my hands lightly on her waist over the laces.
“Hi, Jett.”
“It’s really good to really see you, really,” I whispered.
“I thought I’d get here early and help get things set up. Hope you don’t mind that I already took my things into your studio.”
“I don’t mind.” I was a little glazed. The feel of Mary’s skin beneath my fingers was electrifying. She stepped up closer and pressed her boobs into my chest as she gave me another kiss.
“You better get that shower. Your substrate will be here soon.” My substrate? Oh, yeah. I’m painting on Eva this afternoon. I almost forgot.
“Sarah Lynn said to go upstairs and use the big bath. She’s got your painting clothes laid out,” Ariel said. My painting clothes? I only wear… I just went upstairs.
I could hear the water running in the shower when I got up there and Sarah Lynn called for me to come on and get in. I wasn’t expecting her to be in the shower with me. That must have been why she wanted me upstairs. The shower downstairs is a little crowded for two people. She kissed me warmly when I stepped in, her wet boobs pressed up against my skin. I automatically caressed them and flicked her nipples with my thumbs. She caught her breath and kissed me more deeply, reaching down to stroke my erection. I’d hardened almost as soon as I saw Mary.
“I thought it might be a good idea to get you off before you start working with naked girls,” Sarah Lynn said as she stroked.
“What a great idea.”
“I didn’t think of it until I saw Mary. Holy fuck, Jett.” She turned her back to me and rubbed my cock up and down her butt crack. “I’m as ready as you are. Put it in me, lover.” I bent my knees and Sarah Lynn guided my cock up into her steamy core. Yeah. She was as ready as I was.
When we were out of the shower and dry, she showed me a new pair of white boxer briefs. “Kelly thought you might need more support and more painting surface before you were done tonight. You know what she thinks of your briefs.”
Yeah. She’d expect me to have this pair covered in paint before the day was over. That’s Kelly.
Time to get this show on the road.
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