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In the moment I can’t believe I’m actually touching Charlotte’s breasts, and yet not being able to touch her breasts. I run the paintbrush over her chest, unable to bring my eyes back to her face. I get a little playful and paint a blue figure eight around the amazing globes. This gets a giggle and I can see her relaxing more by the minute so I continue painting in the circles. After what I imagine is too long, I regretfully move to paint the rest of her body. When she’s all blue I pull out a smaller brush and paint a delicate flower, and then several more. Some buds waiting to blossom and others in full bloom shining for the world, just like my Charlotte. Not mine, I remind myself. I can’t have her. I would inevitably hurt her, and that might kill me.
I paint her face and spray her hair green with colored hair spray, then guide her to the window labeled Mother Nature and there she stands proud, naked, and unafraid for all the world to see. I met these folks when the boys and I first moved here. Sometimes they pay big money to people to come in and get naked enough to paint. Creative Expression is what they call the place, and they wait for rich people to come along and enjoy it. The owner is a big wig and keeps the place running, but its these starving artists who make it happen. Today I paid my own money to be the one to paint Charlotte. No way in hell I would let anyone else touch her. I took my shirt off in hopes of making her more comfortable, but she blew my mind. She wore that paint like a goddess, and I couldn’t be prouder of her. Unfortunately, the more I look the harder my cock gets so I make my way around the exhibit. Mother Nature is grouped with mother earth, father earth, and a couple different plants and animals. One big guy is the vast ocean and painted in several different shades of blue. They didn’t need me to be painted today and honestly, I wouldn’t have been able to paint Charlotte because everyone has to be lined up in the window at the same time for dramatic effect. This thing takes hours and soon I find myself thinking of ways to steal her away.
I chat up the redhead who always flirts with me when I come in and talk her into finding the photo album from when I was painted, telling her I want to show my friend, but really with her gone I don’t have to wait to get my hands on Charlotte again. As soon as she heads upstairs, I yank Charlotte from the window, and we run for the back. We grab her clothes and run out as fast as we can. We laugh hard and I slip my long button-up around her before we hit the front door. Once on the street I hail a cab and she slips into her jeans. It’s a sad sight to watch those gorgeous legs of hers disappear, but I keep my thoughts to myself.
We make it back to the studio without being noticed.
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I just posed naked in front of all of San Diego to see.” She holds her still blue cheeks and we walk into her flat. She doesn’t say goodbye, so I follow her inside.
“You were a goddess,” I tell her honestly.
“Thank you.” She turns and looks at me, still covered head to toe in painted flowers, her eyes still the brightest shining blue of all. “Really. I would never have done anything like that on my own, and now that I’ve done it, I feel so….” She trails off and I can think of a million feelings she inspires in me, but I know even in my lust haze, that’s not what she means.
“Empowered and totally like a different, stronger person, like the new me I really want to be like.”
Her honesty hits me hard. “I knew you could do it. I’m just glad I got to witness you in all your glory.” I make a sweep of her body and make her laugh.
“I’m going to go get into the shower. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”
I take a look around her flat and notice all the cool memorabilia she has. Lots of Beatles posters and such on the walls and bookshelf. The layout is just like mine, but I like hers better. It feels lived in and more comfortable; mine still feels like a hotel, which I imagine won’t change since I don’t plan on adding the same kind of touches just to leave it behind. I feel the end date in every passing moment and dread it more every day spent with her.
