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
30
Midterm Break
WHEN CHAR AND I ran for the bedroom after the confrontation with her father, Jas and Sarah Lynn looked at the bloody meat in my studio in disgust. They determined—correctly—that I would not get back to painting that still life before the meat was spoiled and the blood dried all over everything, so they did the practical thing and turned my composition into beef stew. We ate it for dinner that night. I would need to go to the store and get all new produce and meat for the still life in the morning and start over.
Worth spending Sunday loving and fucking the monster Char? You bet.
Kelly got home mid-afternoon, much to our surprise.
“You’re home early,” Ariel said. “Is everything all right, honey?”
“I quit,” Kelly snapped back. “I have to edit that video! I’ve been thinking about it all day. That was one of the most awesome things I’ve ever seen.” She ran up to Char, cuddled up next to me on the sofa where we were taking a break, and kissed her. “You are my idol! I want to worship you from the wisps of smoke at your pussy lips to the maw of the beast emerging with your heart. You are incredible!”
“Kelly, don’t you need your job?” Jas asked. “Can you afford to just quit it?”
“In three nights a week online, I make twice what I can earn at the store in a weekend. If I add a weekend performance instead of going to the store, I’ll make up the difference in no time.”
“You’re doing so well, Kelly,” Char said. “You are the kind of woman I want to be.”
“You are your own woman, baby. I love you. But right now, I have to go edit that video!” She took off. Char and I finished our snack and went back to bed.
MONDAY, I got all my props together and drew my still life. This turned out to be an expensive drawing. But the result seemed okay to me. Mary came over around noon to work on her drawing and we had a great conversation while we were completing details. While I was battling demons on Sunday, Mary had taken Eva to see another art film at the Pyramid Theater. It was about two boys who were friends in the Middle East but grew up in different religions. Sounded intense.
“So, will you go with me next week?” she said. “The preview looked incredibly sexy. It’s in Chinese. The wealthy young man seduces the beautiful seamstress and makes her his mistress. She has a life of luxury and pleasure until the man’s father shows up with a bride he’s selected for the man. Of course, once the guy is married, he can’t keep his mistress any longer and no one will have anything to do with her.”
“Yeah. That sounds real sexy,” I moaned.
“Trust me. I want to see it with you, not Eva.”
I guess my drawing was adequate. After the emotional intensity of Sunday, I found it difficult to focus on the reflections. I was just too drained. My wallpaper pattern, however, had turned into a simple masterpiece. I drew cartoonish cows grazing in a field. They were as large as I could support with the size of my tiles and had a simple half-tile drop to the pattern repeat. It wasn’t complex, but it covered all the fundamentals required for our 2D final. I liked it well enough I thought of painting my one blank studio wall with the pattern.
Tuesday evening, we all gathered after dinner for the premiere of the video Kelly edited for my Literature and the Arts project. Wow! She time-lapsed the painting so you could see the monster as if it truly emerged from her chest. It was beautiful and terrifying. But then the scene cut to her father bursting in. Kelly had managed to artfully cut my brief knife battle. She focused on Char’s confrontation. She’d been all but unnoticed as she filmed and slipped around so she was shooting almost over Mr. Gupta’s shoulder as he grabbed Char’s sleeve and tore it off. When Char ripped off the rest of the tunic, we all gasped involuntarily. I understood how her father had assumed it was a tattoo. The paint rippled with her skin. The bounce of her breasts sort of made the mouth look like it was chewing. When Mr. Gupta turned to leave, there was a genuine look of terror on his face. And Kelly zoomed in on the face of the monster as Char called out, “How does it feel with my teeth in your heart?” And that’s where the image froze.
“Yes!” Char yelled as she stood and pumped her fist in the air. Her bouncing breasts highlighted the vision we’d just seen on the screen. Once we had heat in the house again, she had refused to wear any clothes when she was home. Every one of the girls had bent her head to worship between her legs.
I took the project to class with me on Wednesday and Merck wanted to run the video before I even left after class. He was practically jumping up and down when he saw it.
“How did you get players to act so realistically?” he demanded. “It captures the entire spirit of the wronged woman and the broken man.”
“They aren’t players. That was her father and brothers trying to take her to force her into a marriage,” I said.
“Jesus! That man will never bother her again. I want to play the whole tape for the class tomorrow. Will you agree?” Char had already given permission, so I agreed. I was getting a rock-solid A in this class. I needed to take Kelly to bed tonight. Her video editing was making my projects come to life.
WHEN I GOT HOME, I could smell Char’s Wednesday night curry. Yum! I stepped into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her as I nuzzled her neck. She was, of course, naked. I squeezed up against her bare butt.
“You can still fuck me there, even though you have my pussy now, too,” she said as she leaned her head back against my shoulder and rubbed her cheek against my neck.
“Oh, yes, my love,” I whispered. “In fact, now that I have all of you, I’m thinking when we take the paint off, we should plan a trip around the world.”
“You have all of me. But tonight, I have a date with Ariel. I promised to help her with her math. I think she just wants to show me how many orgasms she can count up to.”
“I bet after three she loses track,” I laughed.
Our doorbell rang and I left her in the kitchen so I could answer the front door. There was a UPS guy on our porch with a cart full of boxes.
“I have a delivery for Rajani Charmaine Gupta,” he said. “I need a signature here.”
“Does it have to be hers?” I asked.
“I don’t care whose. As long as someone takes delivery.” The guy was completely bored with his job. I signed the electronic receipt and he took off. He didn’t offer to move the boxes from the porch into the house. Six boxes and an envelope. And they weren’t light.
“Char!” I called. “There’s a delivery here for you. Did you order something?”
She came out of the kitchen like she was still floating on the cloud emanating from her pussy. The monster was looking sexier every day. We’d have to remove it this weekend, or maybe Monday after I got home from work. I could see that some of the smoke paint had been rubbed off her pussy from repeated contact.
“What’s all this?” she asked. I handed her the envelope and she tore the stiff tab from it. Inside was a letter and she read it out loud as I listened.
Rajani,
Don’t hurt your brothers! Please! I have left them with the house and enough to live on for a year. I do the same for you. Enclosed you will find a check for $5,000 that your mother sent to you. A second check for $10,000 matches what I have given your brothers.
I packed everything from your room that would fit in boxes. All your possessions. If you want any of your furniture, the boys have been instructed to help you move it. Please don’t hurt them!
I have returned to India to try to make things right with your mother. May Shiva add a blessing to our meeting. Please do not follow me. I wish you no harm. I will not return to bother you again.
Ranjit Gupta
Once your father
She shook out the envelope and two checks fell into her hands. She just stared at them. Shit! What’s the right response to a woman when her father has just fled the country in fear of her? I wasn’t sure what to do. She solved my dilemma by lifting her lips and kissing me softly.
“I can pay you back now.”
THERE WERE ONLY NINE of us left in Blankety’s class on Thursday when we put our drawings on our easels and waited for his scathing remarks. Mary took my hand and we started breathing together.
“It’s out of balance. These items need to be shifted to the right. Or you could change your perspective slightly and get a better view of the cup.” Wow! That was almost instructive! I glanced over at the girl he’d commented on and she looked relieved.
“I sincerely hope you take better care of your clothes than this pile of laundry shows! Photographers can take a thousand photos of random collections and expect to get one that will make them famous. You can’t afford to do that. You need to actually stage your composition and not depend on random chances.” Well, he was still being critical, but there were actual hints of helpfulness. I noticed I was the only male remaining in the class. Less than half the students we started the semester with.
“Learn from classic art but don’t try to replicate it! You will never paint the same bowl of fruit as Cézanne. Ask yourself what made this still life famous in the first place? That is what you should try to replicate, not the exact position of each piece of fruit.”
“Bloody!” he said over my shoulder. “Are you a serial killer?” I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. So did Mary. “I fail to see the humor in that. You must have an unusual kitchen. The background looks suspiciously like drapes. You are so focused on this tiny detail of reflection that you’ve missed the setting. Open your eyes further and capture the scene, not just the detail.”
Shit! He’s absolutely right. After all the work I’d done to capture the depth and reflection in the blood, the knife blades, the kettle, I’d pretty much run out of time and blanked in the background so my objects looked suspended in space. And he zeroed right in on it. He’d moved on to Mary’s drawing. Her hand gripped mine tightly.
“I’d never have thought this of you. Surprise is good.” He looked over at my drawing again and then back at Mary’s, bumping into our joined hands. He sighed. “It is okay to be influenced by each other if you are influenced by the strengths instead of the weaknesses. If you are going to draw with your hands held, you must be critical of the other’s work. This…” he pointed at the reflection in the computer monitor, “…is not your style. While this…” pointing at the detail in the lace panties “…very much is. The composition, however, is balanced, has good contrasts, and leads the eye on a constant pattern of exploration. You pass.”
We all sat in semi-shocked silence. Did that statement mean none of the rest of us passed? He’d warned us that most would fail. But all of us but Mary?
“HEY, YOU TWO,” Eva said as we came out of Blankety’s class. “You survived the first half of the semester. How’d it go?”
“I think I hate him more now than the first time he blew his damned whistle,” I moaned.
“I’m not all that fond of him either,” Mary said. “It was like he was intentionally using me to shame the class. Now everyone hates me, too.”
“Can I have this hand?” Eva asked, nudging my left hand. The right was still in Mary’s. I shifted my backpack slightly and took her hand. “You’ll never like Blankety, but he’ll make you a better artist.”
“There are fewer than half of us left that started the class,” I said. “I really feel bad for those who dropped out.”
“Those who got out early probably shifted to another unit. It’s a required course for Studio Arts majors and the work from that class will be one of the first things reviewed when you apply to switch to a BFA. But not all the instructors are as abrasive as Blankety.”
“I have to admit I’m learning things.”
“What are you doing over break?”
“Break?”
“Classes don’t resume until Wednesday. This is our fall mid-semester break,” Eva said brightly. I groaned. I’d taken last weekend off work so I could complete my projects. That meant that Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, I’d be in the grocery store for eight hours a day.
“I guess I have Tuesday off then,” I moaned.
“Why don’t we have a little party tomorrow night?”
“I could run it by the girls.”
“I already did,” Eva laughed. “We only need you and Mary to agree.”
Mary squeezed my hand. “I’m in.”
“Well, there you have it,” I said. “All the women in my life want to have a party. I guess we’re having a party.”
“Don’t be a sourpuss, Jett. I promise we’ll have fun,” Mary whispered.
Mmm. Fun with Mary. I could live with that.
I GOT HOME from a tough morning at the slaughterhouse. Even though I’d had my last class of the semester at the university, my Friday Farm to Table course was still the next day. There was no break from that. And this Friday, we had each been instructed on exactly how to use the stunning bolt and pull the trigger. Over the course of the morning, I’d killed three steers. Each steer we were responsible for, we followed through the bleeding, skinning, and sectioning phase. The only thing that kept me balanced was Blankety’s comment about me being a serial killer. I was thinking maybe I should take him a package of steaks for our next class.
When I got home, I smelled something strange. It sure wasn’t Ariel preparing Friday night stir-fry.
“What is that?”
“Fun and games,” Eva answered. She, Ariel, and Char were stirring bowls of colored glop.
“Guess what!” Char said, bouncing over to me. “I got a new job!”
“You did? That’s great! What and where?” I hugged the naked girl to me. Her paint was significantly worn and I’d promised that when I got home I’d remove it.
“I saw a posting for a ten-hour-a-week bookkeeping job and they hired me on the spot. I quit Applebee’s!”
“Is that going to be enough?”
“With the money I got from my parents, I’m good. It’s such a relief.” She was rubbing up against me and I could feel her heat right through my white canvas butcher clothes. “Would you like some relief? I was just helping out until you got home.”
“Let’s go. I owe you a good scrubbing.”
Char already had the materials laid out, including towels covering my bed. Of course, I couldn’t start working on her until I was out of my clothes.
“The instructions say you have to give me a thorough massage and eat me out first,” Char said.
“The instructions said that?”
“Well, they didn’t have the ‘eat me out’ part in them, but I figured if you were rubbing vegetable oil all over my tits and pussy, you could just add that part without any strain.”
Yes, indeed I could.
It took about three hours to go through all the stages of getting the paint off her body, including oiling her paint, scrubbing it with shampoo, showering, and then cleaning her off with alcohol. By that time, Sarah Lynn was home from her last final and stripped to join us on the bed. Char immediately moved her to the center and began oiling her body.
“Oh! What are you doing?” Sarah Lynn squealed as the oil dripped onto her breasts.
“Giving you a little of the treatment Jett just gave me,” Char laughed, moving up to kiss our girlfriend.
“You’re getting me all slippery.”
“Yeah. Now I’m going to use you as my own slip-and-slide.” Char mounted Sarah Lynn and began sliding her whole body up and down. It looked like fun, but it was obvious that the scene had shifted and I wasn’t needed to help with their little after-finals relaxation.
I wandered downstairs to find out what the mystery goop was that the girls were working on. I could hear Kelly’s laugh from the kitchen and saw Jas in the living room struggling to move furniture back against the walls.
“Let me help,” I said, running to the end of the sofa.
“Oh, God! Thank you,” she said. We got the sofa off to the wall and Jas rushed into my arms to kiss me. “Yum! You still taste like Char.”
“Or vegetable oil. I suppose I should go take another shower.”
“Oh, we’ll all be getting showers soon enough,” she said. That was cryptic. The front door opened and Mary came in with a large bundle in her arms. I ran over to take it from her and gave her a little welcome kiss.
“I got it,” she sighed. Then she looked me over. “Getting prepared already?” she asked. I realized I hadn’t dressed before coming downstairs and between Jasmine’s kiss and Mary’s, I was at a little more than half-mast. Mary didn’t hesitate, though. While I held the heavy bundle she’d given me, she reached down and stroked my cock up to full rigidity while she kissed me again. Then she bent over and kissed the head of my cock. “Looks like we’re ready to party now.”
“Um… what am I holding in my arms instead of you?”
“The drop cloth. There isn’t room in the studio for all eight of us, so we needed a cover big enough for the whole living room.”
“We’re going to paint?”
“You started something, Jett. Now everyone wants body paint. And we all want to paint you,” Jas said. She helped me get the bundle of canvas out and we spread it over the whole living room floor. It was bigger than the room and ran up and over some of the furniture.
“How big is this?” I asked.
“The biggest they had,” Mary said. “Twelve by twenty-four. I figured we could always use a big piece of canvas. Especially, since I know you are still planning the super performance piece with Eva. Any idea when you’ll do that one?”
I turned to look at Mary and found that she was as naked as Jas and me. Oh, shit! My erection became painful. I stepped over to her and tentatively held out my arms. She was shaking slightly but immediately folded herself against me. The kiss we shared this time was destined to carry us to bed as she ground her pussy against my stiff cock. I could feel the bar through her clit hood rubbing up and down my cock. I felt another pair of arms reach around me and found Jas up against Mary’s back, squeezing her between us.
“God! That feels good!” Mary sighed. “Sometime tonight, Jett—if it’s okay with the others—I want to feel this moving inside me.”
“At the rate you’re going, it won’t wait till tonight,” Jas giggled. “If you want, lie down in the middle of the floor and christen the new drop cloth. I’ll help.”
“Mmm. As tempting as that is, I’d like the first time to be in bed. I wouldn’t mind your help, though, Jas.” Mary twisted in our arms until she was facing Jas and my cock was snuggled between her nether cheeks. The two girls shared a deep kiss that kept me sliding up and down that luscious crack.
The doorbell rang.
“Pizza’s here!” Jas called out. “Does anyone still have clothes on?”
Eva came out of the kitchen. She wasn’t wearing much, but it was more than anyone else.
“Damn! Late to my own party,” she said. “Is the delivery boy cute?” She went to the door in her bra and panties to accept the pizza delivery. “Do you need any more tip than this?” she asked the delivery boy while pulling off her bra. We heard a garbled reply and then she came in and Eva closed the door. She was flushed… and topless.
“I bet that was the thrill of his life,” Jas laughed.
“Her,” Eva squeaked. “And she just had to reach out and pinch my nipples.”
“Let’s eat so we can play,” Kelly said as she brought soft drinks into the living room. Eva stripped off her panties and flung them in a corner with her bra. Ariel brought bags of chips from the kitchen while Char and Sarah Lynn came downstairs with their hair still wet from the shower. I looked around at the seven naked girls sitting with me munching on pizza. There was no chance that I was ever going to soften tonight.
I’m a pig but couldn’t help but wonder if I could dip my dick in all seven twats tonight. And then die happy.
“SHOULD JETT GO FIRST or should we save him for a happy ending?” Ariel asked when we’d cleared away the boxes and cans.
“Um… What are we doing?”
“Body paints!” Eva said. “I can’t believe none of your mothers ever let you do this! Of course, I had to call my mother and get the recipe.” She had a glass bowl of red paint in one hand and blue paint in the other. Ariel and Kelly held green, orange, yellow, and purple. All the primaries and secondaries.
“Wow! You all really want to go through the process of cleaning all that paint off?”
“Jett! These are kindergarten paints. They’re made with baby shampoo, cornstarch, and food coloring, mostly. So, when we’ve had fun painting each other, all we have to do is shower!”
“I can’t believe my mother didn’t use this trick to get me to shower more often!” I said. “What do we use for brushes?”
“These are finger paints,” Mary said.
Holy fuck!
We played. It started with a little face painting. Fingers just aren’t made for doing fine designs like butterflies, so my insect ended up looking like a multicolored blob on Ariel’s cheek. Spirals seemed to dominate the early designs we tried. Eva managed a reasonable representation of Indian warpaint on Sarah Lynn’s face. Jas cheated and wore a thick coating of lipstick that she used to leave lip prints all over Mary’s face and then had enough left to plant at least one kiss on each of us, though not all on faces.
I couldn’t see the print she left on my butt.
And then it was a free-for-all. We attacked each other, ganged up on each other, and played intimately with each other. I heard Kelly whine out the first orgasm and saw Eva with her fingers in the fire crotch.
Char started spitting in front of Mary.
“Oooh! Don’t lick after you’ve painted! It’s nasty.”
“Are you saying my pussy is nasty?” Mary laughed.
“No! The shampoo. I’m just going to have to use my fingers to play with this little toy you have between your lips instead of my teeth.” Mary gasped as she lay back and Char manipulated her piercing and drove two fingers into her.
“My pussy hasn’t been painted yet, Jett,” Eva said. “I don’t think it would taste nasty.”
“Do you want me to paint it or lick it?” I asked.
“Yes.”
There was no question about the order of those activities. Eva lay back and spread her legs so I had easy access to her juicy and tasty slit. I wiped my hands on a damp towel so I could play with her pussy while I sucked it. I’d run my fingers through her channel when we were painting her Athena, but as suggestive as Eva always was, we hadn’t really been intimate.
I couldn’t call licking her to orgasm anything less than intimate. It was almost supernatural. Eva saturated the canvas beneath her butt with love juice when she came. It was so yummy that I didn’t stop licking until she’d pumped again. I crawled up her body, smearing the paints on her torso against my own chest. Before long, my cock bumped against the wet lips I’d just licked. Eva looked into my eye pleadingly.
“Not yet, Jett. Please? I want to, but let’s save it for when it’s just us and special. Please?”
Even when you’re right at the gate and ready to take the plunge, when a girl says no, it means no. I lifted myself enough that the tip of my cock came out of her slit and up against her mound. She sighed and pushed so that my cock slid up her wet slit onto her belly.
I came.
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