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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

24
Athena Was a Virgin

AT EXACTLY THREE-THIRTY, the doorbell rang. Jasmine drew the honor of answering it. She was the only one in the house still fully dressed. As soon as Eva saw the rest of us, she took a deep breath and dropped her coat. It was all she was wearing.

“Okay then. Okay. I’m okay. Where do you want me to pose?” Eva wasn’t quite hyperventilating but her being naked let us see the thin stream of sweat that dripped from her pits. Ariel ran to the bathroom for a washcloth and towel as I took Eva’s hand and led her into the studio. She let out a moan when she saw Mary standing in a corner waiting for us to get settled.

You know, if Mary decided to open her legs, my entire family would be lined up as if it was a buffet. I think Eva would have been on her knees, as well.

“I’ve got things set up so I think you’ll be able to relax and be supported while we work. It’s a standing pose, but I’ve tested it a few times to make sure it’s comfortable. Once we get started, we’ll take a break every half hour so you can move around. Do you need to use the bathroom?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Eva said as she let Ariel wipe her down with the washcloth and dry her. ‘Just to make sure the paint will stick.’ I noticed that by the time Ariel was finished, Eva’s nipples were popped out erect. Well, that would just add an interesting dimension to the painting.

“I’ve got a nice pillow on the stool so you can just rest your butt on the edge. Did I get the right height?”

“Yeah. I guess so. It’s pretty comfortable.”

“Now the tough part will be having your right arm stretched out. I’ve got this little padded tripod that you can rest your hand on so you don’t get tired. Your left arm will be held against your tummy. Yeah, right there. Curl your fingers into a fist. You don’t need to clench them. Be as relaxed as possible. How’s it feel?”

“Aside from the fact that I’m letting a boy put his hands all over my naked body while I try to stay still…”

“Isn’t that the best feeling ever?” Sarah Lynn asked. She was wearing a pair of panties but that was all. I wasn’t even sure it was a whole pair. You couldn’t see the string in back that went up between her cheeks. I knew, though, that she’d put on panties so my come wouldn’t drip out of her and down her legs. Just touching Eva to position her could have had me hard as a rock if Sarah Lynn hadn’t drained me in the shower.

“It’s not… um… bad exactly. I just feel so… submissive,” Eva whispered.

And then the penny dropped, as Granddad would say. I’d gotten kind of pissed on Tuesday and laid down the law to Eva about me being the one who would decide things and that she was to be at the house at exactly three-thirty. You could have set a watch by the moment she rang the doorbell. And then walking inside she’d simply dropped her coat. She hadn’t been wearing anything else. Within thirty seconds of ringing the bell at exactly three-thirty, she was naked and ready to obey my posing instructions exactly.

“I want you to point with your three middle fingers.”

“Okay.”

“Shouldn’t that be ‘Yes, sir’?” I whispered in her ear. She shuddered.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered back. I placed a hand on her back to unnecessarily correct her posture and let it slide down to her butt. Then I got the painting I’d worked on all week and cross-checked it for her pose. Just about perfect. I moved the vertical easel behind Eva and pushed the painting up against her back. She caught her breath as the cool surface came in contact with her skin. I moved around in front to check the position and ran my hands freely over her body as I made sure the curve of her breast would be against the canvas. I had to raise the tripod her hand rested on to get exactly the exposure I wanted. All the time, Eva followed me with her eyes.

“I’m not going to work on your head right away,” I said. “As long as it doesn’t shift any of your torso or arm positions, you can turn your head.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now…” I began. I blew softly across her nipples and they hardened appreciatively. “While I’m doing the initial sketch, I want you to memorize this position. Think about where your wrist is on the tripod. Remember this feeling along your back where the edge of the canvas is.” I traced the line where the canvas met her bare back and then continued across her butt. “Remember where your butt is resting here against the stool. Can you do that?”

“I’ll try, sir,” she squeaked.

“I need to take the reference photos now and then start drawing on this beautiful canvas you’ve provided me today.”

I turned to get my camera and to turn the video on. Mary was still in the corner and I swear she was smirking at me. While I started taking as many reference pictures as I could from as many angles as I could, Mary collected her drawing pad and started to sketch. I made sure Eva was aware that I was taking a few closeups for my personal use.

Then I no longer had time to indulge either of our fantasies. I grabbed my Sharpie and began to draw on her skin. Athena began to take shape, standing proudly with her right arm outstretched, her spear thrust out along Eva’s arm, ending in the point at her fingers. The figure in my background painting was maybe eighteen inches tall. The figure I drew on Eva was about halfway between that and life-size. Even while I was concentrating on drawing the figure I was about to paint, I wasn’t at all shy about holding her breast steady with my fingers. Athena’s skirt I drew right across Eva’s pussy and watched as she moistened against the tip of my pen. The Goddess’s feet were on Eva’s thighs.

I stood back and looked at the drawing on Eva’s skin, snapping more pictures from every possible angle. Then I reached over and turned off the video camera.

“Ten-minute break,” I said. I stood right in front of Eva and traced her jaw with the tip of my finger. “You should use the bathroom this time and make sure you are fresh for the next session. You did a good job, my little substrate.” I emphasized the sub and Eva shuddered.

“Thank you, sir. Ten minutes.” She was off with Ariel as her personal assistant.

“How many orgasms do you think she’ll suppress over the next four hours?” Sarah Lynn whispered as she pressed her bare breasts against my chest and lifted her lips to kiss.

“More importantly, how many do you think she won’t suppress?” Mary asked. Sarah Lynn made room and Mary pressed herself against me and kissed me. It was the first time we’d had such a blatant expression in front of my girlfriends and I was worried until Mary turned her lips to Sarah Lynn and kissed her as well. “After watching that, I’m tempted to pose for you, too,” she giggled. “Except I could never hold still that long. You’ll have to find other ways to paint me.”

I’D BE USING multiple techniques with this painting and, while it was fun playing touchy-feelie with Eva, I had serious painting to do. I wanted to use this as my next Literature and the Arts project, so there was no room for me to make a mistake. Eva might have been a little disappointed that I wasn’t taking quite as much time to get her posed as I had initially, but the next phase taxed us both. I used airbrushes to lay in the background. The scene I’d painted on the canvas showed a classic pose of Athena with a shield, her spear outstretched, glowing against a starry firmament. It was that glow and starry firmament that integrated Eva’s body into the background painting. It had to be done in one sitting because I’d never manage to get her body into exactly the same position again, no matter how long I played with it.

I held her there for about ten extra minutes as I lifted soft flesh slightly to be sure I’d filled in the exact shape of her breast and arm and shoulder. I compensated her with a slightly longer break. I wanted to be sure the water-based body paint had integrated into the painting and was dry before I shoved it up against her again. Fortunately, it was fast-drying, both on the canvas and on her body. She and Ariel took longer in the bathroom this time and I wondered if my little pussy hound was snacking on the model.

“God! I see what you are doing now, Jett. I like it. It’s subtle, but the outline of her body is just enough different from the shades and textures of the original painting that you can see her body against the stars. Beautiful!” Mary said. Jas beat her to my lips, but soon yielded and Mary gave each of us a very happy kiss while I stroked up and down her back. Her shoulders were bare and she leaned against me.

“You are worming your way into our hearts, Mary,” Jas whispered as she kissed the blonde’s ear.

“I don’t want to be sneaky about it,” Mary said as she pecked Jasmine’s lips. “I was hoping that I was being obvious.”

“We’re enjoying the process,” I said. My hand slid down her back and I squeezed her butt.

“Later,” Mary whispered. “Where’s Char? I haven’t seen her all day.”

“She came in with me from work and went straight to the kitchen. Saturday is her day for dinner,” Jas said. “She’s making naan, curry, dal, and half a dozen little dishes to go with it.”

“Yum. I think I’ll sit in the kitchen for this session,” Mary said. “Maybe she won’t mind if I sketch her there.”

“She’ll love it,” Jas agreed. Eva and Ariel returned from break and I got down to serious work again.

THIS TIME I LAID IN the large color backgrounds of the figure of Athena with the airbrush and then switched to brush work for the details. I was still learning fine control of the airbrush and was far more comfortable using a selection of sable brushes. Of course, this was a different experience for Eva, as well. The wet paint from the airbrush chilled her skin a little, but the sensation was really like having a cool breeze blow across your skin. My sable brushes tickled. Especially around her sensitive nipples, stomach, and pubic mound. I had to touch up her nipples a couple of times because it seemed they kept stretching out harder and more erect. Even plumper.

Most of the imagery was on Eva’s right breast. That’s where Athena’s face and helmet were emerging. That also left her left breast bare, unpainted, and tempting. I finished Athena’s face just before our next break and simply leaned over and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. Her gasp was heard in the living room where most of my girlfriends had moved. I laid my brushes on the table and ran my fingers up the inside of Eva’s thigh, not quite approaching her suddenly wet lips.

“You’re being mean to our guest,” Sarah Lynn said. “Come to me, Eva. It’s time for your break and I’ll help get you cleaned up so you don’t spoil the paint.” Sarah Lynn took Eva’s hand and pulled her toward the upstairs bathroom where I was sure Eva’s needs would be well-cared-for.

Ariel, who had somehow lost her crop-top and panties during the afternoon, came up to me and rubbed herself all over my chest before jumping up a little and wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She only jumped high enough to reach my lips and that left her always-ready pussy rubbing against my cock through the one-time white boxer briefs I was wearing. There was almost as much dried paint on the underwear as there was on Eva’s skin.

“If Eva won’t fuck you tonight, I will,” Ariel whispered through our deep kiss. “Less than a week not a virgin and my pussy is constantly weeping for you.”

“Can I get another kiss, too?” Mary asked as she pressed close to Ariel and stroked up and down my little Asian girlfriend’s back to where my hands were holding her butt.

“Yes!” squealed Ariel as she turned her head to accept Mary’s offered kiss. Ariel managed to move just enough while not letting go of me that Mary could reach my lips while still pressed against Ariel and running her fingers over her bare skin. Finally, Ariel dropped down to the floor and took Mary’s hand. “Would you like to draw a picture of me now? We can go upstairs to one of the bedrooms and I’ll get in any position you want me.”

“Yum! Sarah Lynn told me you were a tasty morsel. Let me get a fresh pad of paper and pencils,” Mary said.

I was left speechless as the two girls left and I wondered if Mary would draw her or fuck her. Or both.

I HEARD KELLY come in from her long day at work and she stepped right into the studio to see what the progress was. I progressed directly to kissing her. While I was at it, I undressed her.

“Mmm! Touch me, Jett. It’s been such a long day.” I was only too glad to comply with Kelly’s requests. We were almost finished with the painting and I figured this would be the last session coming up. Then we’d have Char’s delicious dinner.

“Look at this beautiful naked teenager,” Mary said as she moved to join us. “Are you about to paint the finale?” she asked.

“Yeah. When Jas and Eva get back. Have you drawn enough of my girlfriends today? Ready to watch the last act?”

“I think I’ll have to do Kelly later,” Mary said as Kelly turned her face so they could kiss. As soon as that reached a break, Mary had her lips on mine again.

“Oh, honey, you can do me any time,” Kelly said. “Just say the word. I’m going to run up and take a shower now, though. Wearing so many clothes all day makes me sweat.” Kelly planted another kiss on each of us and then took off.

“You’ve been really… um… open today,” I said as Mary closed on me for another kiss. She dragged my hand up to her breast and I felt the little bar through her nipple for the first time.

“It’s been a… personal challenge for me,” Mary said. “Not that I haven’t been enjoying myself. I have. A lot. I’m always just on the brink of running out of the house screaming. But they’ve all been so sweet. They never gang up on me. They don’t try to push me. Even Ariel, who was practically salivating, didn’t make a move on me. She posed just as I wanted her and we talked while I drew. You’ve got five girlfriends and a model here and I think I’ve done thirty drawings of naked girls. I’m thinking I might manage to get you to pose and then I’d have a full set.”

“Don’t feel like you have to force yourself into a zone where you’re not comfortable,” I whispered. I still didn’t let go of her hardware, though, as I gently tugged on it through her bodystocking. “We’ll let you set the pace and the direction.”

“I kind of like the direction you’re tugging but your substrate is back. You should feel her up a little.”

I positioned Eva carefully.

“You’ve been doing well today, my substrate,” I whispered in her ear. She shuddered. “You’ve worked very hard for me.”

“Thank you, sir,” she gasped as I pulled her hair back into a ponytail and tied it. I arranged the wisps and held my hand in front of her eyes as I sprayed the hair into place.

“This is our last session. You are so beautiful.”

“No one has let me look into a mirror on my breaks.”

“It will be better to see it finished. You’ll get to see the video of the stages once Kelly edits it. Now, I need you to stand for this session instead of being on the stool. You can stand for half an hour, can’t you?”

“I think so. Can I still have my arm supported?”

“Yes. We’re just going to have to adjust some of the heights so we can do the final pictures. When we’re photographing, we’ll take away the arm prop.” I moved the painting up behind her again and worked on positioning it at the correct height to match her new position. It wasn’t a big adjustment, but I used the opportunity to pet Eva farther down her butt and the back of her thighs. The fronts were now fully painted and I didn’t want to risk smearing anything, but Eva relaxed her stance a little so I could slip between her thighs from the back and stroke once across her very wet slit. “I’ll make sure you are properly rewarded when we’re finished,” I whispered in her ear. “Now close your eyes. I don’t want to get paint in them.”

And the final marathon session began. I painted Eva’s face and hair so she was wearing a helmet. I reached for the makeup kit we’d put together after the session with Jas and began applying a stylization around her eyes and shaping her cheeks to match the painted visage of Athena on her torso. She was beautiful.

“Open your eyes,” I said.

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as I removed the tripod from beneath her arm, we started snapping photos. I’d made up a spear out of a closet pole and a cardboard point and placed that in her right hand so she grasped it just above the painted point of the spear on her arm. Kelly grabbed the video camera off her tripod and started the same intense survey of the finished artwork. The starfield fell away from the feet of the painted Athena and dissolved into Eva’s lower thighs.

“Now step away from the canvas and walk directly toward me,” I said. As she complied, Kelly and I continued to take pictures and video. At last, I had Eva turn around and look at the canvas. Athena looked up into the heavens from the faint outline of her own form in the constellations. “We can go look in a mirror now if you’d like.”

JAS HAD LOVED her body paint. Ariel loved her body paint. Char and Sarah Lynn loved their body paint. Eva just stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hallway.

And stared.

She didn’t move.

Char called us to dinner.

Eva didn’t move.

“Eva, come and replenish your reserves,” I whispered. There was something about her stance that cautioned me about touching her again, even to guide her to the table.

“Will this last overnight?” she asked.

“Unless you sweat. Or until you shower. The felt-tip that I used on you needs to be gently removed with alcohol. I have everything here that you need to remove it and I’ll help if you’d like,” I said.

“No,” Eva answered. “I should go home now. If I stay… If I shower with you… We’ll fuck. I am a goddess. I am Athena. Athena was a virgin.”

Eva walked to the front hall, put on her coat, and left.

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