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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

35
Plotting the Finale

I GOT HOME from work Thursday afternoon and walked right into the arms of a beautiful blonde in a black bodystocking. Jas had picked her up at the airport and sandwiched her between us as we hugged.

“When did you get in?” I asked around our kiss. She was shaking in my arms.

“Just before you got here. I’m sorry I’m shaking. Airports and planes are really stressful for me.”

“I wish I could stay to help you destress,” Jas said. “But I’ve picked up some extra evening shifts at the restaurant and need to get going.” She slipped around Mary and we each got a sweet kiss before she left.

“Thank you for picking me up, Jas. We can cuddle later,” Mary said. Jasmine’s smile was brilliant. She kissed Mary again and was gone.

“How can I help destress you?” I asked.

“I had visions of getting here and lying naked under a pile of writhing naked girls with your cock stuck in me,” she giggled. “Eventually, I stressed out over imagining that. I’m glad it’s just you and me for a while. Can you just hold me?”

I was happy to hold her close, whether we were naked or not. We decided to lie on the bed and inevitably fell asleep.

“OOH, SOMEONE YUMMY is with my lover,” Kelly whispered as she slithered into the bed behind Mary. Mary pushed her head back and rubbed against Kelly’s shoulder as she sighed. “Will you share him?” Kelly asked.

What? Someone yummy… Will you share him?... Him?

“You know I’d always share with you, Kelly,” Mary answered sleepily. Her shaking had calmed and she pressed her hips forward into mine. “Do you mind me sharing you with Kelly, Jett?”

“I thought it was me sharing you,” I said, a bit bewildered.

“Oh, that works, too. But Kelly is my girlfriend and I always share my lovers with her.”

“When did this come about?”

“About thirty seconds ago,” Kelly giggled. “Love you, Mary.”

“Love you, too, Kelly. We haven’t really gotten around to doing anything to share but sleep. I feel so much calmer now that I’m here,” Mary said. “I hope my little idiosyncrasies aren’t too stressful on you all.”

“We’ve survived both Ariel’s emo phase and her sex doll phase. I think we can survive a little anxiety on your part.”

“Let’s not forget Char’s monster phase,” I laughed.

“And Sara Lynn’s disowning by her family,” Kelly agreed.

“And Kat Mon Dieu’s sex shows online,” Mary laughed. “I watched you every night you were on.”

“I know. You were so sweet. It took me all of ten seconds to figure out who ‘Bodystocking’ was.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide.” Mary’s stomach growled loudly and we all laughed.

“Oh, yeah,” Kelly said. “I was sent up to fetch you for dinner. Maybe we should go downstairs and feed you, baby.”

Our meals during the break were a bit more haphazard than our normal schedule. We were all trying to put in extra work hours and people weren’t always home at mealtime. Sarah Lynn had brought deli food from the grocery store for dinner this evening and we combined that with some of the leftovers from our holiday meals. Those were about gone now, too.

“I don’t have a job to go to before school starts,” Mary said. “How about if I pick up some of the cooking while I’m here.”

“You’re our guest!” Char said emphatically. “We wouldn’t ask you to cook!”

“Char, I’m hurt,” Mary said, sticking out her lower lip. “I agree that I don’t live here all the time, but to think you only consider me a guest… Really, I’d like to make a regular contribution, even after school starts. I’m living in the dorm, but in November and December, I ate half my evening meals here. And slept here a third of the time. You have to let me contribute or I can’t keep coming over. And I really want to keep coming.” We all looked at each other. Sarah Lynn broke first and spluttered out a laugh.

“You heard her. We need to keep Mary coming. I volunteer to go first!”

“You guys!” Mary laughed. “Well, okay. That, too. But please?”

“Girlfriend, we will accept your participation,” Kelly said. “But right now, I have to run and get ready for my Thursday night bath show. You can scrub my back if you want.”

“If you didn’t have cameras running, I’d crawl right into the tub with you.”

“I’m sorry, Mary,” Char said. “I didn’t mean to imply that you weren’t part of the family. You know I love you, too.”

“And since Jas is working until ten and Ariel is skiing with her parents, that just leaves Char, Jett, and me to make sure you keep coming tonight,” Sarah Lynn said.

“SO, HERE’S WHAT I THINK,” Mary said as we sat in the living room Saturday night. Kelly had finished her Saturday matinee and Char had cleaned up the kitchen after Mary’s lovely meal of poached chicken breasts. Jas and Sarah Lynn drew night shifts at Applebee’s and at the grocery store, so it was just the four of us. We had been discussing what to do with Eva when she returned next week and that led to my proposed painting project. “Paint her into a wall,” Mary concluded.

“That’s kinky. What, like ‘The Cask of Amontillado’?” I asked.

“That might make a good Halloween painting,” Mary laughed. “No. Let’s find a venue that will let you paint your masterpiece on one of their walls instead of trying to haul around a life-size canvas. You’d have to have a canvas that was at least six-by-six to do this painting. How are we going to get it to the venue, even? It was almost impossible to get the three-by-five of me to your class. And I know you wanted to do more with my head and face than would fit on the canvas.”

“That’s true. What kind of venue would let me paint their walls?” I asked.

“Think of it in terms of a mural. You want to use an airplane or flying theme with Eva. Where would be better than an airport,” Mary said. “When I flew in this week, I noticed there was a lot of wall art at the airport.”

“Would they even let me into the airport with paint supplies and allow Eva to strip and be painted? It doesn’t sound like a very friendly performance space.”

“I wasn’t thinking of that particular airport. I was thinking of the one Eva flies out of. It’s a small airport out on the west side of town, but it has a really active flying community. I think there’s an airshow near the first of May to celebrate the thaw and start of private aviation season. People fly in from all over.”

“How do you know all about that?” Kelly asked. “That’s amazing.”

“Eva took me flying once this fall. I think she took Sarah Lynn one weekend, too. She’s always hunting for someone to fly with her. Anyway, security is not quite the same out there as it is at the commercial airport. Not that there isn’t any, but it’s really a recreational airport. Families come out during the summer to eat at the café and just watch the airplanes land.”

“It sounds worth investigating,” Char said. “Jett, how big a wall could you paint?”

ARIEL ARRIVED HOME on Sunday afternoon. I think she managed to fuck everyone in the household by bedtime. It was hard to believe this was the same emo girl we all knew in high school with all her angst and shyness. She’d changed her tight skinny jeans and band T-shirts for nudity and was a sex maniac. Once she got in the house and got her clothes off, Ariel was a bundle of energy and joy.

And sex. Did I mention sex?

“Will you paint me again?” she begged. “I just want to let you paint anything on me that you want to!”

“Come here and let me lick you some more,” I growled as I crawled across the bed.

“Yes?” she squeaked. “Are you going to make me come again? Please?”

“Yes. And there’s something else I’ve wanted to explore for a while.” Ariel looked alarmed and scooted up on the bed pretending to get away from me. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her back, bending her legs back so her butt rolled upward.

“What do I have that you haven’t already explored?” she asked in a tiny voice. “You lick my pussy all the time. What else… OH! Oh, God! Oh, God!” Ariel screeched as I rimmed her asshole with my tongue. I managed to wiggle a thumb into her pussy and rub her clit with my fingers as I lapped and explored the sensitive little star of her ass. She started squirming all over the bed as orgasms swept over her. She held her own knees back to make sure she was as wide open as possible and I used the opportunity to switch hands on her pussy and shove my very wet and lubricated thumb up her back channel.

Ariel shrieked. And passed out.

“I don’t believe it,” Sarah Lynn sighed. “You knocked her out. I thought we’d be going all night.”

“Don’t count on it being over,” Mary laughed. She curled up behind me and spooned against me. Sarah Lynn, who had been mauling and sucking on Ariel’s nipples, scooted around the bed and spooned against Mary. I gathered Ariel in my arms and we all went to sleep. At last.

EVA ARRIVED on Tuesday and we had a full house. Seven girls—mostly naked most of the time—and me. I was still putting in extra shifts at the grocery store, but they were all early shifts. I got to work at six-thirty and was home by three. I guessed that would get me in shape for my eight o’clock meat cutting course this semester. At least I wouldn’t have too much in the evening. My last class on Monday and Wednesday would be out at five-thirty and the rest of the week I was off at two unless we had a symposium. Looking at the second semester Literature and the Arts syllabus, though, told me that it wasn’t going to be an easy session. The course would cover the Renaissance with Shakespeare and Michelangelo through the Modern period with T.S. Eliot and Picasso. I figured it was a good idea to start lining up my models and projects for the term.

“So, Eva, how much paint do you want to get on you this term?”

“You still want to do the big project at the end of the term, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah. We’re thinking of talking to your airport about doing it there during the fly-in in May.”

“Mother’s Day. We’ll just be finished with finals. So, it’s not for a class, right?”

“That’s right. I actually want to do a performance piece that we can advertise and make some money from. Sarah Lynn and Mary want to coordinate with you on getting the project set up.”

“Okay. So, I’ve got a pretty heavy schedule this spring because BFA auditions are in April. I could do some little projects, but I don’t think any of your Lit/Art projects qualify as little, the way you’ve set yourself up with Merck. I’m sure you’ll have one due right before spring break. As long as I can get some flying time in—assuming the weather cooperates—I’m good to do a project just before or during spring break,” Eva said. Her brow creased and she looked at me.

“What is it, Eva?”

“I… uh… Even though I’m not posing all the time… Could I maybe… Jett, I still want to hang out here. I’d like to do… maybe a little more than that. If you’d let me.”

“Are you asking permission to be intimate with my family?”

“Yes, sir. And with you.”

“You know that everyone in the family decides for herself who she wants to have sex with. You’ll have to work that out with them.” Eva glanced nervously at Ariel and my little pixie was almost beside herself with glee. “As to me…” I was about to find out if I’d read Eva correctly or if she’d storm out of the house and our lives. “I might reward you for good behavior occasionally. If you are good and obedient.” Such a powerful shiver came over Eva that I thought she might have had an orgasm. That or she’d contracted Mary’s essential tremors and I was sure that wasn’t possible. She looked me in the eye and quivered.

“I’ll do my best, sir,” she whispered.

“Come here and let me taste your lips.”

I WAS DETERMINED not to have sex with Eva until at least after classes started again. That didn’t stop my girlfriends. Especially Ariel.

I still needed four models for spring term.

“You need to talk to the bimbos,” Jas said as she stretched next to me on the bed. “I’m sure they’ll be back this weekend. Classes start Tuesday. Better talk to them before the boys next door get them too drunk to think.”

“That might be the only way they’d agree,” I said.

“Oh, I think they’d be willing, but we might have to put in a stock of weed and Fireball for during the paintings. Or wait! Do all three of them in some kind of Baroque setting. Let them unfold as full nudes like you did with Ariel,” Jas said. “We could sell that as a feature film on Kelly’s site. If we offer them the same deal Kelly gave me for my film, they’d get a tidy sum. We could ask the guys next door to fuck them on camera so you don’t have to put your penie in their skanky twats.”

“Hmm. Maybe I should make it a group scene and paint the guys into it as well,” I said. I was doing a lot more advance planning for my projects this term than I had last. “Jas, I love you, you know that?”

“Yes. But I love to hear you say it. I love you, Jett.”

“Our life isn’t exactly what I imagined it would be when I convinced you to pose for me in a hotel room.”

“You know, my imagination still ran along the lines of Disney princesses. This house… We’ve made it a home but it doesn’t quite measure up to the castles of my dreams.”

“You measure up to my idea of a princess, though,” I laughed. “I just want you to know that even though we’re surrounded by other girls who all want to have sex with us, I still think of our first time in that hotel room almost every day. It’s hard to keep it in perspective sometimes. I love you.”

“Jett, what we have is so much better than if it was just you and me. There were a few twinges of jealousy when we first started inviting others into our lives. I mean, Sarah Lynn came right out of left field when she just mounted you and went for a ride. If I hadn’t had Kelly’s tongue lapping my snootch, I might have gone ballistic. But think how much more difficult things would be if we were depending on just each other for everything in our lives. We wouldn’t get half the cuddling we do and not even a quarter the orgasms.”

My fingers had been busy smearing Jasmine’s juices out of said snootch and all over her little love button and she was thrusting at me, trying to find the tip of my cock. I helped her and slowly slid into the depths of my first lover.

“I love being in you, Jas. I want to make love to you all night long.”

“I’m willing. Keep me awake. I don’t have to work until eleven tomorrow. Push in again. I love to feel you opening me. I love knowing that in a few minutes—or maybe a few seconds—you’ll spray that yummy love juice into me.”

“You can taste it down there?”

“No. But as soon as I scream out my orgasm, Ariel is going to run in here and lick it out of my snootch and feed it to me. I do love that girl’s tongue.” We laughed softly and I could feel the walls of her vagina clasping my penis. I backed and filled again. And again.

“I’m close, love,” I whispered. “I can never hold back when I’m in you. I love feeling your snootch grab hold of my penie.”

“Come, Jett. Come and I’ll come and then Ariel will come and then we’ll start all over. Oh! Yes! I feel you! I’m…”

Two minutes later, Ariel was between Jasmine’s legs making sure she was extra clean for our next round.

“HEY, YOU,” I whispered in Eva’s ear. She was in front of her laptop trying to organize her portfolio.

“Um… Hi. Uh… sir.” Far from bursting out after permission to have sex with any of the girls who wanted to, Eva had become more quiet and shy. Only keeping the house warm encouraged her to join the family’s partial nudity. She sat at the dining table wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe with her laptop but I knew it was all she wore. “You… um… want me? At all?”

“I won’t interrupt work but if you can pause for a while, I want you.”

She slammed the lid of her laptop down and jumped up to sit in my lap.

“I… I… You haven’t… I didn’t think… you wanted me,” she stuttered.

“Didn’t think I wanted to caress these beautiful breasts? Suck these tight little nipples. Kiss these tender lips? Desire is not lacking.” I opened her robe and explored her body with my fingers and my lips. Eva moaned and clutched my head as I sucked her nipple into my mouth.

“What would you like, sir?”

“I would like you to get dressed so we can go out.”

“Dressed? You mean… You’re not… Dressed?”

“Before I reward your good behavior, I want to know how obedient you are. Put on a bikini under sweats that are easy to get out of. Then grab your coat. We’re going for a drive.”

“Yes, sir.” Eva was disappointed that I wasn’t simply ravishing her body, but at the same time I could see a glint of excitement over my commanding her and the obvious implication that wherever we were going, she would strip to her bikini. Char and Mary had worked together to contact the airport and make the initial presentation. I had an appointment with the facilities manager this afternoon. I packaged up my laptop and got my coat on so I was waiting by the back door jingling my keys when Eva caught up. I scowled at her.

“A little slow, aren’t we?” I demanded. She hung her head.

“I don’t have a bikini here, so I had to borrow one from Sarah Lynn. It’s winter.”

“Did you ask permission?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then let’s go.”

EVA RODE QUIETLY and nervously next to me in the Mini. I was really going to have to consider a bigger car sometime in the near future. We had no way to transport all eight of us. She didn’t say anything but twisted at her fingers, watching out the window to see where we were going. She caught her breath when I turned in at the airport.

There are no commercial flights in and out of the Municipal Airport. Even the name was a misnomer since the field was not actually in the city. The regional airport on the north side of town had been annexed before it was even built. There was only one runway at Municipal but it was a mile long. It had been plowed but there was almost no traffic with our unpredictable weather. It had snowed on and off for the past five days. Most of the aircraft and business out here had to do with training and recreation. A few private business flights came in but there was no car rental office so it was difficult for passengers to get to town unless someone came to pick them up.

“Show me your airplane,” I commanded. Eva got the first smile on her face I’d seen since my first instruction. She grabbed my hand and excitedly took me out to a hangar. A side door was unlocked and we went in. Lights were on in the hangar and a man looked up from under the cowling of a small airplane when the wind came through the open door with us.

“Eva!” he called. “I was beginning to think you don’t love us anymore.”

“Johnny, you know that isn’t true. School’s been a bitch and I was home for the holiday. How’s my baby?” she asked running to the mechanic.

“She’s next on the list,” he said. “When are you going to buy her?”

“I think I only owe you another five thousand hours of labor,” she laughed. “I wish I owned her instead of that piece of junk car I have. But if I didn’t have the car, I couldn’t get out here to fly.”

“And if you lived in the apartment we offered you, you couldn’t get to school,” he said. “Who’s this handsome boy you have with you? Planning to take him up high?”

“This is my… an artist who wants to paint me out here. Johnny Lewis, meet Jett Blackburn. Jett, this is the best airplane mechanic in the country.”

“Your flattery will get you everywhere, girl,” Johnny said as he shook my hand. “So, you’re the artist? Does that mean our own little Eva is the model you intend to paint?”

“Yes, sir. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Jefferson is waiting in the office. We’d better go see him.”

“Wait. You know each other?” Eva said.

“First time we’ve met, but the phone lines have been burning up the past two weeks. That woman who’s been negotiating… Charmaine?... She is some dynamo. Can’t wait to meet her!”

OUR MEETING with Jefferson Wright, the airport facilities manager, went well. Eva was surprised and embarrassed when I told her to strip to her bikini so I could show what I had in mind with her positioned against the wall. She was red in the face when I showed the video of her Athena performance.

“I’d certainly pay to see that,” Johnny said. “What do you think, Jeff?”

“We’ll have to run it by the board but I think the idea will fly. What’s the bottom line, Jett?”

“Zero,” I said. “Charmaine has done a lot of prep work and investigation of the airport and the event. She believes I can make a solid profit based strictly on donations for the performance over the weekend.”

“You. What about Eva?” Johnny asked. “Are you paying her?”

“That’s a different matter. I was hoping that you might arrange some flying time for her in exchange for performing that weekend,” I said. Eva gasped as she looked at me. Johnny and Jefferson exchanged a look and smiled.

“I think we could make a fair exchange for that,” Jefferson said. “Pending board approval, you’ve got a date.”

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