"You weren't supposed to see that," I said, disappointed.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry. Is it who I think it is?"
"It's going to be breathtaking," she said.
"I just hope I can get it done in time."
"Don't hurry it," she warned, "or the spirits will leave you. Oh honey, I am so proud of you and it's so sweet of you to do it.. Would you sell it to me when you're done at school?"
It hadn't even occurred to me that I might not be keeping it. Now, the idea seemed preposterous, but later? To sell one of my pieces to an artist of her caliber was such an honor that I might not hesitate. I could always use it as an excuse to spend some time with her, like I needed one.
I prepared some salad, cheese and a fruit cup for lunch and as we ate, I started to giggle.
"What in the world is wrong with you?" she asked.
"I just realized that we're sitting her, enjoying lunch, and we are both completely dressed. What's the odds of that happening?"
"I have to be dressed." She said. "The delivery truck will be here shortly. No sense giving the guy a look at something he can't have. Of course, I could just exchange numbers or something, I suppose."
"Be careful girl," I warned. "I'm just new enough to be insanely jealous of anyone male, or female that so much as looks at your cleavage."
"Oh, all right," she said. "I guess I can behave myself this time, but don't take me for granted."
"That goes both ways, young woman," I said. "Now finish your lunch and get over there. I have work to do and my creative spirit is on fire."
We finished lunch and cleared away the dishes, then she started for the door, but at the last second, she came running back to take me in her arms and kiss me. "Oh Sherri, I love you so much," she said. "and I'm so proud of you. You have so much talent and vision."
"I love you too," I said, "but if you keep kissing me like that and I'm not going to get any work done at all. "
"Save those thoughts," she said, as she left.
I ran over to the door and leaned out to call to her. "And leave your hands and toys off that body."
"I can't promise anything," she warned, laughing as she ran toward her house.
I could still feel her arms around me and her lips on mine as I went to get my smock.
"All right," I said, to the mass of clay before me. "Are we ready to get this done?"
I was grateful for the tool set she'd purchased for me. The seemed so easy and natural to use, that in no time at all, I was done with the shape of things to come. Now, it was time for detail, detail, detail. Every time I caressed a portion of her body, she seemed to tell me how it felt. The arms and fingers were giving me the biggest problem but I decided that my clay was a little to wet to support them. I solved that by making some props out of cardboard and soap. The soap was to support the arms without distorting them. I carved some molds into the soap in the shape of the arms and placed the soap on top of a triangular cardboard support. With a little bit of experimenting, I soon had them done.
With most of the physical shapes done, I decided to concentrate on expressions and emotions that I was going for. There was a great deal to be done yet, and I had less than a week to complete the project, but I'd reached the end of my energy for the day.
It was so easy to drop onto the chaise, but this time, I didn't sl**p. As exhausted as I was, I was still in hyper overdrive and my mind refused to slow down. I decided that I was just hungry, since the sun had already dropped below the tree line. As I tried to think of something easy to prepare, I called Jenn to see if we could have dinner together, but got no answer.
I headed for the kitchen, to see what I had on hand, and wished there was a pizza delivery available. Before I could even open the fridge, though, I heard the door open and looked up to see Jenn coming through the door, carrying a picnic basket, and two canvas tote bags.
"Don't just stand there, slave," she said. "Take the picnic basket."
Instead, I reached for the tote bags.
"Did I say totes?" she asked. "Take the damned picnic basket."
"Yes, your highness," I replied, relieving her of the basket. It was quite heavy and something smelled really good.
"I knew you wouldn't eat right if I didn't feed you," she said, but I took her in my arms to kiss her deeply.
"You're all I need," I said.
"As tempting as that is, and as much as I wish you were naked right now, I need some food. I'm so hungry I can't stand it."
"You sure know how to take the bang out of a party," I said, but I went to help her put out the food she'd brought.
"I cooked up the rest of the chicken and steamed some peas and onions," she said. There's a spinach salad with a spicy vinaigrette, and some sorbet that needs to get into the freezer."
As I plated everything, she pulled out a bottle of a Shiraz that she'd chilled ahead of time. She poured us each a glass and I stopped to sip a bit.
"Oh, this is tasty," I said. "Very dangerous."
"I know," she said. "That's why I only brought two bottles."
Everything was delicious and just sitting across from her was enough to make my heart purr. She was everything I could ever want. I could only hope that she felt the same.
When we were done eating she wandered into the studio while I did up the dishes."
"I like the new piece," she said, "but I wouldn't use it for my submission. There's too much risk of being marked down for a controversial subject. Your choice though."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that, but it just begged me to do it I'll have to decide later"
As I bent to wipe down the faucet area, I found myself pinned to the countertop.
"Now", she said, "about my dessert. Yours was cold and delicious but mine will be hot and wild."
Her hands slid under my skirt and moved up over the cheeks of my ass before spreading me open so her thumbs could rub into my anus. She pushed me down even further over the countertop and bent to lick me there, spitting into me as she spread the opening bigger and bigger. Her tongue probed into me over and over, and seemed to go deeper with each thrust. Just as I was really getting into it, she stopped and I felt the hardness of a dildo being placed against me. She had it in deep in just a half dozen strokes and proceeded to pump into me with slow, long strokes, almost pulling it out, before slipping in even deeper. I suddenly realized that even while she was doing that, her hands were on my hips, pulling them back onto the dildo. She had managed to put on a strap on without me knowing about it. What a glorious way to make love. As I approached orgasm, she began moving faster, forcing it deeper, almost lifting me off the floor with hard driving, ass slamming strokes that sent me flying into a fiery explosion that threatened to consume me completely. She slowed but kept pumping until a second orgasm swept over me and my legs got too shaky to stand. Or so I thought.
I felt lube being drizzled over my anus but it didn't hit me until she pulled the dildo out that she planned to take me anally with that thick, long cock.
"No, Jennifer, don't. Oh my god, don't do it. It's too big."
"Shh," she whispered. "It will be all right. I'll be gentle,"
I felt her place it against my anus and I begged her over and over to stop.
"Ow, ow,ow, oh my god, Jennifer, stop. Oh my god it hurts."
"It only hurts for a few seconds," she said. "Then it feels so good you'll never want me to stop."
I screamed as she f***ed it through and into my rectum. It felt as if she'd torn me open in several places. Oh god, it burned like fire.
"You'll be fine now," she said, but she lied.
It wasn't just fine. The further she moved into me, the more I thought my bowels would explode. I knew the dildo wasn't a huge one, but it felt like fence posts being shoved up my ass. I cried until my body adjusted to it, and then it began feeling better. The orgasm I got from it was splendid indeed, but I was glad when she pulled it out.
I dropped to the floor and leaned against the cabinets. She came to me but I just pushed her away. I was in no mood for that. When she tried to wrap her arms around me, I got up and ran into the bathroom. For the first time since we'd met, I locked the door.
She tried to get me to come out, but I stripped down and got into a cool shower. It helped but the burning just seemed to get worse. I finally took the shower head off and opened myself up so I could shoot water directly into the depths of my body.
For quite a while, I sat on the toilet with my eyes closed. I knew she didn't intend to hurt me and perhaps when someone did it to her it didn't hurt so much. I had no way to know. I just knew that I had been betrayed and that pain far exceeded the other.
She was laying on the bed when I came out, with her back to me. Her knees were drawn up almost into the fetal position.
I went in to lie behind her. Neither of us spoke until she whispered that she was sorry.
"You hurt me, Jenn. You wouldn't listen to me and you hurt me."
"I know," she said. "I didn't mean to."
"you know what hurts the most, Jenn? It hurts that you violated my trust. You might just as well have ****d me. It wouldn't have hurt any more than that. It might have been a beautiful experience but now, I'll never know, will I? You cheated me out of that. I wanted to spend the whole day making love with you but you ruined it "
By this time, I was sobbing so loud I was gulping air between every word.
All of a sudden, she jumped off the bed and I thought she just needed some time alone but all that and so much more vanished when I heard the sound of a door closing. The door to my heart.