Odalisque
Forty
I FACED THE HUGE CANVAS and shook my head. Everything was there. All I needed to do was paint it. I’d worked and refined the sketch, laid it out on the four-by-eight-foot surface. It was the biggest canvas I’d ever painted and it was really just a rendering. It was Tent City the way I envisioned it. It just wasn’t right and I was beginning to panic.
“It’s a beautiful sketch, Tony,” Kate said reassuringly. I could hear the doubt in her voice.
“What is it, Kate?” I asked. “Doc is going to be here in an hour and it just isn’t right.”
“I can see what you mean,” she answered, “but I can’t identify it. It really is beautiful. Maybe it’s just nerves.”
“Maybe Doc will just take it over and put me out of my misery. We’re supposed to be talking about mixing exterior latex, not hassling about whether the damn thing looks right,” I said disgustedly.
“I think it’s just the size. You aren’t used to working on a canvas that big,” Kate suggested. This was huge, all right. It had to be big enough for painters to expand the grid—each foot would equal ten feet on the wall. I’d hauled a full sheet of three-quarter inch plywood into the basement. Then I’d prepped it and glued the biggest, most expensive piece of canvas I’d ever used to it, stretching it and stapling it to the back of the board. Kate had worked with me to make sure the canvas was sealed tightly and that we didn’t bend the weave of the fabric.
PCAD provided the canvas. I got the feeling Doc had pulled some strings with the Theater Department and traded off some work for a piece of their ultra-wide cotton duck. They used it for scenic backdrops. I bet Doc’s freshmen were putting in double time for that trade.
“The focal points work,” Doc said. “The flow will draw people to it. The colors in your original painting will add drama without distracting from the composition. You want to avoid getting an area that is too dominant in one color, like all the blue tarps. They need enough variation and texture to not overwhelm things. You can’t be too subtle. But tell me about the concept again. Explain it to the Board?”
“The idea is not to simply paint a picture of tents, but to hold a mirror up to student life on campus and what we remember,” I said. I practiced this speech as much as I worked on the drawing. “The field is returned to a recreational state. We see the shapes of students playing, but overlaid on that is the reflection of what was there.” I still wasn’t satisfied with the concise explanation but it was getting better.
“That’s it, Tony,” Doc said. “You set the horizon line lower than in your first painting, but you are still thinking of people looking at it straight on. They aren’t going to do that. They are going to look up at it. You need to tilt the mirror.”
Oh my god! It was as simple as that. The perspective showed too much blue sky and the tents were all in the bottom half of the mural. I’d tried to adjust the view from about half way up the wall looking out at the tents, but I hadn’t tilted my head down far enough.
We spent the next half hour propping up the canvas so it was exactly vertical, then calculating the distance away that the average viewer would be in scale with the painting. Then we looked at the piece from a vantage point that put our eyes about ten inches up from the bottom of the canvas and ten feet away. The perspective was all off!
“We need to tilt it,” Doc said. I wanted Kate’s eyes with me so we called Lissa and Melody down and they tilted the top of the board away us as we watched until our eyes hit the horizon line. Once we got it into the right position, it didn’t look so bad, but it was tilted back about a foot. I couldn’t tilt the building, so I had to adjust the perspective, projecting through the canvas to a vertical surface behind it. I could see it all taking shape. I could actually see it.
We spent another hour talking about how to mix exterior latex. Doc brought over a selection of quarts of paint, based on the colors in my original painting and a couple gallons of white base to use for mixing. It was going to be amazing.
“Tony, this project is both time-consuming and energy eating,” Doc said as he was getting ready to leave. “It’s good and important, but don’t forget to do something for your soul. What are you painting for fun?”
I laughed. I was going to have three naked girls downstairs in about two hours. I showed Doc the sketches I’d done at the posing party and the development I was doing with them. He thought that it was good that I was putting humor into one of my paintings. I felt a whole lot better when Doc left. Kate and I hugged. We both understood.
“Tony, we’re taking the boys to that new movie and then eating dinner. You should have about four hours of peace in the house,” Lissa said. “Leave your phone on. I’m going to text you before we come home.”
“I’m a little envious of you this afternoon,” Melody said. “After her performance at the party, there are a couple of things I’d like to do to a naked Rio. Just experimental, mind you.”
“I can’t think of a naked woman you wouldn’t like to do a couple of experimental things to,” I laughed.
“Maybe, but Rio’s been asking for this and with Amy’s help, you are going to give it to her.”
“Somehow I imagine Amy giving her a lot more than I do,” I said.
“Maybe so, honey,” Lissa said. “But you’ve been under incredible stress lately and sometimes we add to it rather than taking it away. Rio wants to have fun. Amy wants to have fun. I think even Sonia wants to have fun. We want you to have fun. Nothing is off-limits. If you have willing partners this afternoon, be a willing participant, okay?”
“You mean…?”
“Tony,” Kate whispered to me, “no reservations.”
It was a bizarre afternoon. Amy, Sonia, and Rio arrived soon after the family left. So soon, in fact, that I thought they might have been watching to see when Lissa drove away. Wendy worked Sunday afternoon and evening, so she was gone as well. All three women had different formal gowns than at the party as I wanted to not repeat styles. Amy told me they’d all gone to Ragstock and got the dresses for three dollars each. They’d ironed them, taken a couple of stitches and put them on with nothing under them. I was just wearing sweats and a T-shirt.
“It isn’t fair that we got dressed up and are going to take them off while Tony is sitting there in sweats,” Rio complained. “Take them off.”
“You are such a slut, Rio,” Sonia laughed. “Amy, put a leash on her.” They all laughed, but Rio was surprised speechless when Amy reached up and fastened a collar around our pudgy friend.
“What? You…?” Rio sputtered.
“Now, my little pet,” Amy whispered, “behave yourself or I’ll have to punish you, understand.” I swear Rio came.
“I’ll take care of getting Tony ready,” Sonia said. Most of the times that I’d been with Sonia, she’d been slightly distant. Hanging out with Amy—well, more than just hanging out, I guess—seemed to have changed her. The dress, or rag, she was wearing was very slinky and almost transparent. I could certainly see her nipples prominently displayed. “There is no ‘no touch’ rule between the artist and models today,” she whispered as she approached.
Okay. I decided right then and there that I was following the family’s advice. I’d play.
Sonia very slowly pulled my T-shirt up my torso and over my head, never letting her eyes leave mine. I thought she might eat me alive. When the shirt was off, she raked her fingernails down my chest and bent to nibble on my nipples for a moment. Between the sexy treatment and direct stimulation, my cock was pointing straight out when she put her thumbs in my waistband and pulled it down. I didn’t assist her, so she had to push them all the way to my ankles and then lift my feet one at a time to get them off. Her cheek was about an inch from my bobbing cock, and it brushed all the way across her face from one side to the other as she turned. Even though I touched her lips, she didn’t make any attempt to kiss, lick, or suck it. She just let it glide across, leaving a little trail of pre-come in its wake.
Rio moaned and strained at her leash. I was thankful Amy had put the collar and leash on. It would make an interesting composition.
Sonia stood with both hands on my chest, lightly rubbing my nips.
“Do you know how often I’ve kicked myself for being such a chicken in the kissing contest last year?” Sonia whispered to me. “We both got cheated a bit, don’t you think?”
“What about Thor?” I asked as her lips got closer to mine.
“We’ve expanded our relationship,” Sonia answered. She kissed me. My God! I’d guessed it was Sonia when Amy kissed me last year. This was way better. When her hand wrapped around my cock, I palmed her tit with one hand as I pulled her closer with the other on her ass. If she’d kept up for another minute, we’d have had some clean-up to do, but sadly, she pulled away and let go. “I win,” she breathed.
“What about me?” Rio whimpered. “I didn’t get to kiss him last spring. Can’t I try?”
“Quiet, pet,” Amy snapped as she slapped Rio on the butt. “I’m sure Tony will get to you whenever he thinks you’re housebroken. How would you like us posed, Ames?” she asked sweetly.
“Well,” I squeaked. I cleared my throat and started again. “You know, we’ve got Rio’s front view in one scene. We’re missing a good rear view,” I said. I walked up to the three, actually rather proud of my erection. How perverted is this? Amy reached out and stroked me.
“Not the first one I’ve touched. Just wanted to see how it compares.” Rio reached out and Amy slapped her hand. “No personal sniffing, pet,” she said. Rio looked crestfallen, but I looked straight into her eyes and could see a sparkle that told me she was having fun. So be it.
I turned Rio facing three-quarters away from me and had her slip her arms out of the sleeves of the dress, but hold it up. I wanted a full view of her ass in the picture, but I also wanted a partial view of one tit. Then I had her let go of the dress and it fell in a bundle on the floor.
Damn! There is definitely something to say for a girl with a full-size ass. I restrained myself. Rio was shaking as I petted her rump.
“What a nice pet you have, Ames,” I said. “Have you named it yet.”
“Still deciding if it’s a bitch or a pussy,” she answered. Rio moaned as I slid my hand down the back of her left thigh.
“Bend this knee forward,” I instructed. “Up on tippy-toe. Now look back at me… just your head. Bring your right hand up to your mouth like you are surprised your clothes just fell off.” She turned correctly and I snapped a reference shot. “Who shall I position next?” Amy nodded to Sonia. I figured Amy didn’t want to spend any more time naked in front of me than necessary. She was a good sport and was making sure Rio knew her place, but she is a lesbian. Frankly, the idea of getting my hands all over Sonia again had me throbbing.
“Okay, slinky,” I said. “You are going to be profile with both hands on your pet’s shoulder, like this,” I said, demonstrating the position and making sure Rio knew well that it was my hands gliding over her skin. I stepped back and Sonia took the position, smiling at me. “Mmm. Okay, I forgot about your sleeves,” I said as I unfastened the back of her dress. When it was open to the crack in her butt, I reached around her. “Go ahead and slip out of the sleeves. I’ll hold your dress up.” I held it up by taking a firm grip on her tits and rubbing her nipples with my thumbs as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. I’m pretty sure I heard a little moan from her, as well. When she had her hands back on Rio’s shoulder, I gave her further instructions. “Now lift your right foot behind you so your knee is at a ninety-degree angle, but still touching your other knee.” She lifted her foot. It was a classic Vargas calendar girl pose. I let the dress drop. The front fell to the floor, but the back caught on her leg and draped down. I quickly slid her left hand down off Rio’s shoulder to her butt. “We need to be able to see this beautiful tit in profile,” I explained, softly rubbing her left breast to indicate which one I was talking about. It was the first time I’d touched Sonia’s bare tit. I wasn’t disappointed in either the feeling or the response that it engendered. My right hand caressed her butt and I raked against her pussy from behind. It was very wet. “Mmm. That’s nice,” I said.
I jumped back and took a reference photo again then shifted the camera slightly to take the photo from farther to the right. I knew I wasn’t going to use that view in the painting, but frankly, I wanted a picture of that puffy bare pussy framed by her ass cheeks. Damn! I looked at Amy as I moved the camera back.
“Now what to do with you, Ames,” I said. She motioned me over to where she could whisper in my ear.
“What you’d better do is treat me exactly the same as you do the other girls,” she said. She kissed me with a passion that reminded me of the kissing contest. “Just like any other girl.” She ended her whisper by nipping my earlobe. I smiled at her and she licked her lips. Okay then.
Amy is a very pretty girl, even though she’s almost straight from her narrow waist past her hips. I think they call them boy-hips. Not much flare, but they were nicely rounded in back. She was wearing a strapless dress with an empire waist, cinched in just below the breasts and then falling straight with a lot of fabric. Amy is familiar with my painting and attraction to drapery. This dress was ideal.
“Okay, step a little closer to your pet here,” I said as I put my hand on her right hip and pushed her toward Rio until her left cheek made contact. I moved her leash hand so the leash draped down Rio’s back and made a loop back up just short of her butt crack. Then I made quite a production of tightening the fabric around Amy’s butt and smoothing the folds out. “I’m sorry I missed your bout yesterday. I was out cold. I really wanted to be there for you.”
“My two minutes of fame?” she giggled as I pressed the fabric down over her mound. “Mmm. You’re making it up to me today.”
“Here’s the scene,” I said. “You’ve just noticed what’s happening over there to your right, so you aren’t paying any attention whatsoever to these two. Lift your right hand as though you are reaching for a drink.” I unzipped the back of her dress, careful to keep it up with my other hand. Taking her at her word, I slipped my hand inside the dress and cupped her ass. The muscle tensed for a fraction of a second and then relaxed. “Now, I’m just going to guide the dress down so it falls but is caught between the two of you, okay?” She nodded.
I slid my hands around to the front of her dress, keeping hold of the fabric while I caressed her breasts for the first time ever. I felt so incredibly wicked feeling up a lesbian like this. I don’t know if I expected her to feel different than a hetero- or bi-sexual female, but what I felt was every bit a woman. And a damn sexy one at that. I pulled the dress down, keeping my hands in contact with her torso until the fabric caught at her left hip. Then I slid my hands around so the left was behind her and the right was in front as I continued to push the fabric down over her butt and pussy, until it hung at an angle from her left hip to the floor on her right. I caressed her leg and thigh as I stood back up and she cocked her leg slightly to be sure I knew not to avoid her pussy. Sonia was shaved bare but Amy maintained a dark triangle of hair that pointed like an arrow at her slit. As I passed my hand over it and let my fingers dip in, I realized that Amy was just as wet as Sonia. I raised my eyes and Amy had a crooked grin. I held her focus as I licked my finger clean.
“No wonder girls love you,” I whispered. She actually blushed.
I rushed to the camera, clicked a reference shot and sat to start sketching. It had taken longer to get the girls into this pose than I’d normally take because of all the playing and I was afraid they wouldn’t be able to hold it long enough for me to get any sketching done. I’d never get the fabric draped like this again, so I was going to hold them in the pose for as long as possible. As much as I wanted to focus on things like Rio’s butt and Amy and Sonia’s tits, I roughed in everything and then focused on the drapery so that when I put them back in position after our break I could ignore where the dresses were. They were able to hold the pose for half an hour as I worked, so I got detail in up to their butts before we took a break.
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