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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

28
Still Life

I HELD CHAR in my arms Sunday night as we cuddled in bed. We’d gone to a movie for our date. Not the kind of art film that Mary and I usually saw. Oh, no. Charmaine wanted to see the new Predator movie. There were only a dozen girls in a theater with close to a hundred boys. It’s a guy flick. Ragtag bunch of soldiers—one token woman, of course—are all that stand between an upgraded Predator and the destruction of the human race. I had no idea that Char had that dark side to her.

“I want to be a monster,” she said as we cuddled. She lifted my hand and bit it lightly. “They’d never get me that easily.” She rolled toward me and continued nipping at me—my lips, my fingers, my chest. “My Predator would eat her way through them on my way to destroying my father. And him, I’d eat alive. I’d be sure he watched as I ate his balls. I’d slice him open carefully and pull out his organs to eat while they were still attached. They needed a female Predator. We’d never let the bastards get away.” She bit again and I jumped back. She hurt. “Sorry, Jett. I’m not mad at you. I wouldn’t hurt you.” She kissed where she’d bitten and licked at my nipples.

“The lawyer’s letter didn’t help?” I said as I squirmed a little. She was working her way down toward my cock and I didn’t want her in the organ-eating mood when she got there.

“He said he’d give me back the money when I agreed to come home and accept his choice for my husband. He says I’m costing him the bride price that is due to him.”

“He actually has someone who would pay to have a forced bride? You need to tell the lawyer to go ahead with the suit. You’ll get a judgment against him easily. This is America. You can’t sell your daughter in marriage.”

“Oh, he wouldn’t. He’d pack me off to India where there’s an old man who will pay for a young virgin bride. I’m almost too old for him, but I’m a virgin and he believes he’ll be rejuvenated if he takes my maidenhead.”

“I’m not going to let anyone take you away, Char.”

“And you aren’t going to take my virginity as long as you think I owe you.”

“No. As long as you think you owe me.”

“When I kill him, I won’t owe you anymore.”

“Char, you scare me.”

“I know. I scare me, too. I keep thinking bloody thoughts. I can’t help it. My counselor thinks it isn’t that bad. She’s in total denial that my father could be a real threat.”

“I’m not. I’ll do anything I can to protect you, Char.”

“And I’ll keep owing you. I’m glad I like having my ass fucked so at least we can still make love.”

That’s what we did. She slurped my half-hard cock into her mouth and started working it up. I’d flagged considerably once we got to bed and she started talking about being a monster and devouring her father. Of course, once she had her mouth full and quit talking about it, it didn’t take long for me to get fully hard. And then it was a matter of Char backing onto my cock with her ass.

She was the only girl I’d ever taken anally. Kelly and Ariel had both offered but I could tell they were afraid of it. I wasn’t sure even if I started fucking her pussy, that Char wouldn’t still prefer anal. And, my God, she was active! Going gently into that tight little hole was not in the cards. As soon as I was positioned and started in, Char slammed back against me, driving my cock up into her. I wondered sometimes if the screams were agony or ecstasy—or if Char could tell the difference.

There was no doubt that she was turned on. I reached around and diddled her clit. It was drenched in her juices and slippery as all get out. And sensitive. I could definitely tell when she came because the pulsing was so intense my come was sucked out of my cock into her ass.

My cock kept pulsing as her ass kept clenching and relaxing on it. It softened a bit but was still caught tightly.

“Paint me, Jett. Paint me a demon so I can get it out of me. Please?”

I HAD A pretty restless night. Not the least of which was caused by Char waking up and coaxing me into her ass again. Not that it required much coaxing. I was already spooned behind her with her breasts in my hands. She just wiggled enough that I hardened completely and then she guided me into the slippery channel.

But my dreams were haunted. Char wanted her demon painted and I needed to figure out a painting that represented Medea for my Literature and the Arts class. The two were coming together in my mind. If there was ever a demon in literature, it was the betrayed and scorned Medea. What Char had said sounded like it could have come from the mouth of the Greek heroine.

I thought about it all day at work, thankful that I had cutting gloves on, as sloppily as I was slicing meat. I could have lost a finger or two.

As soon as I got home from work, of course, I had to get started on dinner. Mondays were my night. I’d decided on a roast and root vegetables with a nice salad. I was so thankful my girlfriends were all meat eaters. Imagine a butcher with a vegetarian girlfriend. I’d guess that would be a short-lived relationship. There was no question they didn’t want red meat for every meal and I was equally thankful for that. I’d go broke quick.

When I got the roast and vegetables in the oven, I started on my 2D project. This was a lot harder than it sounds. I actually used a T-square and triangle to draft out several scale models with the positions for the match and repeats. That was just the format. Kind of like setting the margins when you were typing a paper. The real issue was the design. It was to all be black and white and that can really be distracting.

I saw three paths I could take. The first was a real cop-out and I dismissed it as soon as I thought of it. I could do stripes. No match and infinite repeat. I had a feeling that I’d get exactly the grade that kind of effort deserved. There were other random match patterns. I could do a spatter but that didn’t make any difference, but that was a cop-out, too. I put it in the same category as the stripes. Secondly, I could do a linear match so that the pattern was basically a grid of identifiable objects like diamonds, fleurs-de-lis, or any other linear repeated pattern. That would probably be the most commonly done project. It was easy. It was like the border on one of the Greek vases and could be seen in hundreds of wallpaper patterns. Finally, I could draw something that interconnected in an unusual way. It would need to be a pattern that wasn’t immediately obvious, but that if you stepped back, you would see the repeat.

I was frustrated with trying to plot out a full-scale model, so I switched over to graph paper and just started doodling. On graph paper you could just draw and figure out the matches and repeats later. I blocked out a frame on a grid and drew a random line into it from the left. Then I plotted those points on the other side to create the same line as if it were going into the next grid. I was beginning to get the hang of drawing random lines on one side and repeating them where they would match up on the other. I progressed from matching straight across to shifting the pattern down. Then I started doing squiggles instead of lines. That was a little more challenging because you had to make the same shape. Still, it worked. Finally, I was drawing doodles and repeating them across the tile.

Dinner was ready before I had anything that I thought remotely usable, but at least I’d made progress. We all settled in to study after dinner and the tensions seemed to decrease as we leaned against each other, snacking on chips and soft drinks and trying to read or write. Sarah Lynn seemed to have it the worst of us, but she was taking a crazy course load. She had two papers and four full midterm exams. It’s not that I don’t like learning, but I’m not a glutton for punishment. Still, it was Sarah Lynn and I stayed up with her as she continued to study right through till midnight. Everyone else had gone to bed.

“What are you doing up?” she asked when she finally closed her book. “Do you have more to study for?”

“No. I just didn’t want you to feel abandoned. I didn’t disturb you, did I?”

“I didn’t even realize you were here. You didn’t have to wait up for me.”

“I know. But you are working about three times as hard as the rest of us.”

“That’s not true. Maybe for schoolwork, but you hold down a job thirty hours a week. If anyone deserves…”

“Don’t go there. We’re a mutual admiration society. Can I hold you in bed tonight? Just to hold you.”

“Jett, what do we do to deserve you?”

“I ask myself every day what I do to deserve you. I don’t want anything to spoil what we have together.” We got ready for bed and brushed our teeth. Neither of us wore anything to bed but that didn’t mean we were ready for anything but sleep.

“Is that why you haven’t had sex with Mary?” Sarah Lynn asked. “Are you afraid it will spoil what we have?”

“I don’t think I’m that noble. I’m not going to push her and we haven’t really had much opportunity to do anything more. I mean, I was ready for a lot more when she sucked me off the other night.”

“It will come together. And when it does, don’t worry about us. We’re hoping she’ll sleep with us, too.”

“Really, Sarah Lynn. What did I do to deserve you?”

“You waited up for me and asked to sleep in my arms.”

WE DIDN’T HAVE DRAWING Tuesday and Thursday this week, but I met Mary before our class time and took her home with me.

“I feel like I’m freeloading dinner off you guys. I need to chip in,” she said as we tossed our bags in the studio.

“I paid the guest fee. We agreed on a rate for having dinner guests early on.”

“I’ll pay it. I’ll pay you back!”

“Your contribution will be welcome, but the truth is that everyone wants to invite you for dinner, so we all toss a couple bucks in the pot when you come over.”

“Do you do the same for Eva?”

“Um… She is different.”

“She just wants to sleep with you and not everyone.”

“Do you want to sleep with everyone?”

“Not at once.”

“Maybe that’s the difference.”

We laughed it off and after we got sodas, went into the studio.

“What are we going to draw?” I asked.

“We don’t have to draw the same thing. I brought a couple things, but you know he’s really after us to make a composition, not to draw something,” Mary said.

“He made such a big deal about using our weakness that he hid the real purpose, didn’t he?”

“It’s the first project he’s given us that we had to create our own subject. He was very specific about what it could and couldn’t contain.”

“He wants us to compose a still life. Nobody thinks that’s what the class is about. Which is why everyone will fail.”

“Or we’ll focus on creating a great composition and fail the drawing. Lose-lose. Let’s work on a composition.”

It took us until dinner before we’d accumulated two piles of things to draw and had a table set for each of us. Mary had spent a lot of her time in the attic with Kelly and brought down an assortment of sexy objects Kelly said she could do without for a few days. I was surprised to see a pair of my painted underwear in the collection that also included a dildo, a lacy bra and a camera that Kelly had just replaced with a higher resolution model. Mary attached the camera to her laptop and focused it on the collected sex toys and underwear that she kept rearranging.

I’d created a sort of kitchen scene. I used my cleaver, boning knife, a kettle, my cutting glove, and some vegetables. I wanted a roast in my composition as well, but I didn’t have one and would need to add that at the last minute. As a last minute inspiration, I grabbed my marble cutting board and laid the objects out on it as if I was getting ready to fix a stew. What I liked about it was that it subtly reflected things that were set on it, as did the blades of the knives and the side of the kettle.

“To get the effect you are going for, you need a liquid spilled on the cutting board,” Mary said as she eyed my composition critically.

“Blood,” I said.

“What?”

“When I throw a slab of meat down on the marble and cut into it, there will be blood running out onto the marble. That’s not only going to provide a reflective surface, it’s going to give a difference in tone as well. The biggest problem is going to be getting the right angle for the reflections I want. That and keeping things fresh enough while I’m drawing. The blood won’t reflect after it’s dried.”

“Nice. With the colors, you’re going to have to paint this, too. Now tell me about mine.”

“I like that you’ve concealed all the straight edges,” I said. “Even the keys on the computer are occluded. I think I see what you are going for. I know that you could blend things with paint, but in the drawing, your um… shaky lines are going to be masked. You chose a frilly bra and panties and the paint splotches on the underwear change the shape of the outline. The dildo isn’t completely revealed, so as long as you have a couple of edges, you don’t have to worry about outline. The tricky part is going to be the image on the screen but you’ve set it up so the camera’s angle is different than your artist perspective so inconsistencies can be easily accounted for. I like it.”

“The tricky part is really going to be that I will never get the same composition twice and I need to have my computer for schoolwork,” she sighed. “Every time I set this up, I’ll be starting from scratch.”

“How much time do you think you’ll need to draw it?”

“To lay in the basic outlines, it will take maybe three hours. I could do the detail work from imagination if I need to. Do we have three hours or should I just snap some pictures and set it up to draw the next time?”

“We don’t have any time constraints as far as I’m concerned,” I said. “I’d like to do a couple of detail sketches to start with. Try to identify my areas of reflection and focus. I don’t know how you’re feeling, but I’d cut my morning classes tomorrow if I need to sleep in. We could take all night if we wanted to.”

“And could stay awake. I’m wishing I’d cut my classes this morning so I could stay awake all night. I think I’ve got three hours in me, though, if you want to go to work on it now.”

We agreed and each got out our drawing materials. Before we got started, I turned and gave Mary a long sweet kiss.

“Good luck.”

“You sure you want to draw?” We laughed at the idea of what we could be doing but were both too intent on getting this project right to distract ourselves from what we needed to do.

TWO HOURS LATER, my eyes were crossing. It shouldn’t have been too difficult to stay awake. It wasn’t all that late. Just a bit after ten. But I’d been studying my composition so intensely that I kept seeing different shapes in the reflections. I’d sketch a particular reflection—say the shape of half an onion reflected in the curve of the stainless steel pan—and then I’d see the shape of the knife overlaid on it. My sketchbook was filled with unrecognizable doodles as shape was overlaid with shape.

Then there was the movement.

Mary and I weren’t exactly sitting next to each other, but more at right angles in order to have adequate space for our compositions in the little room. We were working with easels and large sketch pads. When I glanced over her shoulder, I could see that she was making good progress. It wasn’t that her hand was actually shaking, but she made short quick strokes with her pencil and the style was perfect with the objects she was drawing.

I started sketching her back. She’d discarded her sweatshirt when we started drawing and was sitting on it. As I scanned down her back, I realized she was in a crotchless bodystocking made obvious by the portion of her butt that was exposed. That kind of finished any productivity that I was going to have. Just that little bit of ass that was exposed took all my attention.

The other thing I became aware of was that Mary’s left hand was in her lap as she drew with her right. And it was moving. I wondered if she was shaking and just trying to keep it still by holding it between her legs. But her legs weren’t clamped closed. They were spread wide apart. I was glad I’d finally managed to put blinds up on the studio windows. At this time of night, the guys next door could all have been gathered on their porch with a clear view of her crotch.

There was no mistaking it now. Mary was playing with herself. Certain strokes with her pencil were accompanied by increased vibrations of her other hand. I was torn. I wanted to be respectful and maybe this was a vital part of her process. At the same time, I wanted my hand in there helping. Her drawing looked about finished as far as the shapes were concerned. She had already begun to lay in detail that she mentioned she could do later.

I laid a hand on her thigh. She jumped just a little and then relaxed completely, continuing to draw as she spread her legs even farther. I took that as an invitation and moved my hand toward where hers was still busily vibrating away. It was met by her hand and I could feel some of the tremor there, but she pulled my hand between her legs and pressed it against her moist sex. I got the message and began exploring, sometimes vibrating on her little nubbin and sometimes dipping deeper as she continued to draw. Her breath told the story of her increasing arousal and she left my hand to do its own exploration as she laid her wet fingers on my cheek and pulled me forward and down.

The position she cranked herself into couldn’t have been that comfortable, but she twisted her butt on the stool so her legs were parallel to the easel and her shoulders were still more or less facing it. Her pressure on my face and neck were definitely pushing me down between her legs. In a few wordless moments, I was face to pussy.

Fuck! I’d explored her pussy with my fingers a few times and got her off, but I’d never been down where I could see it up close and personal. The promise of the shape we’d seen outlined in her tights was totally fulfilled. She was beautiful. With the amount she’d been playing, she was already open and puffed up with plentiful juices running down onto the sweatshirt she sat on. I leaned forward and tasted her for the first time. She moaned, but her pencil never stopped moving on the drawing.

And then I was lost in her scent and flavor. I just wanted more and more of her in my mouth. I managed a finger into her opening as I tongued her clit and discovered something I hadn’t been fully cognizant of when I was touching her in the dark. The bars through her nipples weren’t the only piercing she had. As soon as my tongue found the bar through the hood of her clit, I started playing with it. Of course, when I’d been exploring with my fingers, I’d been focused a little lower but now I discovered she was even more sensitive to having the bar flipped with my tongue than direct stimulation on her clit. I remembered all the ways she’d shown me that she like the nipple piercings played with and started doing the same things with the clit hood piercing. I tugged at it with my teeth, flicked it with my tongue, even managed to twist it a little. I pressed my finger inside her and scraped around the front of her vagina as her moans became more pronounced.

Her hand pressed against the back of my head, letting me know she didn’t want me to stop, even though she was still drawing. I wished I could see how she was managing to draw while she moved progressively toward orgasm. She was amazing. A new flood of juices flowing over my fingers and into my mouth let me know she was near. I vibrated my tongue against her clit and then grabbed the bar with my teeth.

Mary’s pencil fell to the floor as both hands pulled my head into her crotch. A high-pitched keening issued from her mouth as her body went rigid and even more juice flooded from her. As long as she kept the pressure against my head, I kept licking and finger-fucking her. And she kept coming. God! I’d do anything to have an orgasm that lasted that long!

She pulled my face up at last and began kissing me and licking her love juice from me. Eventually, I withdrew my finger as well. I really wanted to replace it immediately with my cock, but I’d stayed dressed while I was drawing, totally unaware of Mary’s state. As soon as my fingers were free, a hand pulled them up and away. It took a second to realize it wasn’t Mary’s hand. Sarah Lynn pulled my fingers to her mouth with one hand and used the other to strum her own clit while Mary and I kissed and then Mary turned to kiss Sarah Lynn.

“So hot,” Sarah Lynn moaned as she pulled my fingers from her mouth so she could kiss Mary. She pulled my hand down to play with her pussy and Mary caressed her bare breasts. Sarah Lynn soon reached her peak and we all leaned into each other to support ourselves.

“Maybe I could spend the night tonight,” Mary whispered as her breathing slowed to normal. “I like being sandwiched between you two.”

As we started toward bed and bath, I glanced over at her drawing. Part of it was pretty sketchy, but the section with the dildo and lacy thong were intensely detailed. There was a passion there that I’d missed in her other drawings. I wondered if that was what her real weakness was.

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