by Mia Madison
CHAPTER 18
Luke
I'm taking Olivia back to Oak Ridge but not just to visit Beatrice this time. I want to show Beatrice the paintings Olivia just did and get another opinion of them. I love the paintings but I don't know if that's just me.
When I called up Beatrice to arrange the visit I tried to explain. “When we visited last time, Olivia sketched a kingfisher by the lake. And now she's put him in a series of paintings. I'd like to know what you think of them.”
“Landscapes are ten a penny. They are popular with general art buyers who just want something pretty to hang on the wall but there's not much recognition for landscapes in the art world unless they have an individual style. Have you seen anything like Olivia's paintings before?”
“Nothing like these. They aren't landscapes but I haven't got much of a clue about art. I'd like to let you see them.”
“Bring them up. I'd love to meet her properly anyway.”
I tell Olivia she has to square it with her parents.
“They'll kick up a fuss, but I don't care. I'm going anyway. I will tell them though. No sneaking behind their backs.”
“Hopefully they'll respect that if they can see you're being straight with them.”
When she gets in the car I ask her “What did your parents say?”
“Oh they said ‘Do what you like, you always do anyway.’” She rolls her eyes.
“At least they didn't forbid you to go. I might have had to go alone.”
“You and your conscience,” she says. “I'll have to help you forget to be good, same as you help me forget to behave myself.”
“You seemed to like misbehaving a lot.”
“Likewise.” She laughs. “Or you like me misbehaving, one of the two.”
It's good to have her laughing and sitting beside me in the car again going to Oak Ridge. She's wearing a little blue dress I haven't seen before. It's demure but not matronly. Blue suits her but she could wear a sack these days, even that horrible dress of her mother's, and she'd look beautiful to me because she's sitting beside me. I remember the last time going to Oak Ridge. Everything feels so different.
The paintings are safely stashed in the back. Olivia has brought her earlier work too. There's a real progression there that even I can see and I know nothing.
When we arrive, Beatrice has me bring all the paintings in and Olivia arranges them in the order she painted them around the white painted walls of Beatrice's sun room.
“These show real promise,” Beatrice says, her face beaming. “I hope you don't mind. I invited a friend to take tea with us. I'm a bit out of the art world these days. But Tom owns a gallery in Stanhope and he'll know. Even if they are not quite for him, I think you should keep painting. You have a gift.”
Olivia seems happy just showing and talking about her work like she is starved of talking to anyone about it.
Alistair Stuart, Beatrice's friend, goes slowly around the display when he arrives. He doesn't say much. I hope he encourages Olivia to continue with her art work even if he doesn't rate the paintings, otherwise I'll blame myself for bringing her here only to have her dream quashed.
“Mmh,” he says eventually. “I'm just thinking about the best place for these. I'd like to give you a showing of your own for the Kingfisher series but we might get more eyeballs on them by showing them alongside a known artist especially as you only have a few.”
By the time the arrangements are made, it's quite late but Olivia is beaming. We hug and kiss Beatrice goodbye and then we are back in the car.
“Phone your parents. Tell them you'll be home in a few hours in case they worry.”
“Mom says she's got a late meeting in town and dad is away on business.”
“In that case, I'm taking you to dinner at a place I know.” But really I just want to spend more time with her. I don't want to take her back.
“This doesn't look like a restaurant,” she says as I stop the car on the edge of the forest, a few miles from Beatrice's house.
“There's something I want to do before dinner.”
CHAPTER 19
Olivia
Luke gets out of the car and opens the door for me, helping me out.
“This is something I've wanted to do all day,” he says.
“What?”
“Fuck you, hard.”
My heart starts thudding. “Here?”
“Yes, out here, in the forest.”
“Anyone might be here. There are hiking trails all over.”
“I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't notice if the Queen of Sheba wanders past.” And then he adds, “If you want me to.”
“Oh I want.” I've been wanting for so long, I forgot what it was like not to want him.
He takes my hand and we walk through the forest a little way until we are hidden from the road.
“This is perfect.” He's stopped and we're in a little clearing. I lean against a gnarled old tree and he kisses me so tenderly I think he's forgotten about the hard fucking he promised. “It's where I think about you when you're not with me. I imagine you out here in nature. Wild and free-spirited. It's how I fell in love with you when I saw you sketching that kingfisher. I just didn't know it then. Being without you sucks.”
“For me too.”
His kisses become more insistent and I respond. I never want them to stop. I don't want to be anywhere else but with him. Here. Now. In this forest. Against this tree.
But I feel the hardness of him against me, digging into me and I want that too. I reach for the buckle of his belt and fumble to open it. He helps me out. And he's there in my hands, his cock, the solid weight of him in my fingers. I imagine him inside me and my breath catches at the thought, remembering how that felt the first and only time, but that is for later.
I push him against the tree where I was standing and drop to my knees on the forest floor, taking him in my mouth, and he groans.
“Fuck, Olivia. You're going to kill me with your hot dirty mouth.”
But I'm not to be thwarted. I want to pleasure him with my lips, with my tongue, with my mouth, worship him, give my whole mouth to him.
He thrusts into me, careful not to overwhelm me with his size, holding my hair in his hands, controlling his movements, a low growl from his throat. But I don't want him to be careful. I want all of him as deep as I can take him. I suck and lick like a woman possessed swirling my tongue around, holding onto his thighs, feeling his muscles against my hands. His thrusts get faster and I feel his control slipping, his thighs trembling and my power over him as I pleasure him with my mouth. But then he groans and pulls out from between my lips and lifts me up off my knees.
I look at him. Crap! Why did he do that? Am I no good at this?
But he says, “If you carry on like that it’s going to be the end of me—I’ll come in your mouth but I want to come buried deep inside you where I belong.”
He kisses me against the tree, a powerful, deep kiss, as he lifts up my dress, running his hands over my bottom and then he tugs at my panties and yanks them down. He gets a packet out of his pocket and tears it with his teeth. I trust him to take care of me, of that. In the blink of an eye he's at my entrance pushing inside me, deep where he wanted to be and I laugh at how good it feels to be impaled on him out in the forest in the fresh air with the birds going crazy. I could sing with them.
“Happy?” he asks. “And ready?”
“Yes. So ready.”
He powers into me. The force of his thrusts sending me hard against the tree and I grab an overhead branch to steady myself. He pulls my dress open and my breasts out of my bra and buries his face in them. Then looking deep into my eyes, he thrusts again even harder, filling every part of me, stretching me, driving my thighs wide around him and I feel like a queen of the forest being fucked in the open.
He gathers my legs up around his waist and drives in deeper, his body ramming against mine, pumping into me like a man possessed, the man scent of him mingled with th
e natural scents of the forest, the scent of sex, the scent of me, and I groan from the sheer animal pleasure of it, of being taken so hard by this man who means so much to me. I know I'm losing it. I can’t help it. My body arches and I shudder and call out into the soft dappled air beneath that tree as if I'm one of the animals.
“Fuck! Olivia!” he calls out and bucks against me, jerking deep inside me spurt after spurt as he comes with me.
When we regain our breath, we just look at each other. And I know. I know we are meant to be together whatever my parents or anyone else thinks. Age is only a number.
“We can't stop this, can we? Whatever your parents do. They can't keep us apart. Not when something feels so right. We have to be together, Olivia. You know that. I know that. We just have to make them see it.”
“I'm not sure they ever will. But it doesn't matter. As long as you don't listen to them.”
“They'll come around in the end. They're not terrible people. They can't help the way they are. But once they see how happy we are and how I'm not going to get in the way of what they want for you, they'll feel better about us.”
“Maybe they'll end up accepting you, maybe not, but does it matter what they think?”
“It might matter to you in the future. I don't know. I don't want to rush you. This has all happened so fast. Why not make them happy? Go to college. Do whatever you have to do to make them proud, live your life and if you still want me then, you'll come back and we'll be together for the rest of our lives.”
“I'll always want you. I just want to be with you.”
“You don't know that,” he says. “You think that now but you might change your mind when you get to college. Maybe you'll have such a good time, you'll forget all about me.”
“I won't but I'll go to college if they make me and if you'll wait for me. I'll not go far away. Never far away. I'll be with you as often as I can. I'll study like you wouldn't believe when I'm not with you so I can spend all my free time with you. And then I'll come back to you so we can always be together.”
He kisses me then and I think my heart will bleed with the tenderness of that kiss and then we dress and go back to his car, hand in hand, not saying a word.
EPILOGUE
Olivia
Alistair Stuart is showing nine of my paintings along with an exhibition by Nancy Hofferson. I have a little corner of the gallery but I love it, my own space. I did one more painting before the exhibition—one of trees, their branches intermingling into a multitude of hearts. The gallery owner calls it exquisite.
I'm not sure I can part with any of my paintings, especially that one, but I know I had better get used to letting them go if I'm to be a commercial artist. I have to put my work out there and sell it.
But first I take photos of everything. Good photos so I can always look at them and know I painted these beautiful images that represent my feelings for Luke and everything happening in my life.
I'm working hard at the community college and doing well, a lot better than I did in high school. I'm determined to make the best of it. My parents are “pleasantly surprised at my change in attitude,” and I know they are wondering whether their letting go about Luke has been the cause of it.
I want them to think that. It's almost true. It's because I'm so happy and I want to begin my life with him as quickly as possible. Plus Luke has helped me see that a business course can't do me any harm if I'm going to sell my paintings. I'm studying marketing and web design that can only help in the future.
On the opening night of the exhibition, Luke picks me up and I feel like a million dollars in my jade silk dress. I wanted to invite my parents. We have been getting along much better, but they were going to a works function organized long ago. My mom bought my dress though. She wanted me to look my best and she wished me luck and my dad even gave me a hug as I left.
“Nervous?” Luke asks.
“A bit.”
“There's no need. You'll be a knock out. Your paintings aren't bad either,” he teases.
The traffic is heavier than we expected and there's already a crowd when we go in. There are little sold dots against three of my paintings already—wow! These things are selling for over a thousand dollars each.
“I think I'd better buy one before they all go,” Luke says and he grabs the sales woman and secures one. “I love the kingfisher painting but this one’s my favorite now,” he says. “I wanted to make sure your paintings were selling and if that was the only one someone wanted at the gallery I didn't want to get in the way of a sale but now they are going like hot cakes, I'm having it.”
“I could have painted you another one.”
“I wanted this one because I know you painted it as soon as you got home after we decided to be together in the future.”
It's the trees and hearts one.
“It won't mean anything to anyone else. I'm pleased you've got it.”
We are so busy that night. All kinds of people want to talk to me. Nancy Hofferson is well-known locally and on the cusp of national success but she takes time to congratulate me “I love your work,” she says. “Never stop painting.”
And Beatrice is there too and gives me a hug. She’s almost as excited as me. Holly sent her congratulations. She's away at college and wishes she could be here. She and Ben split up but she seems to be having a good time anyway.
And then when there's a lull after we've been there an hour or so, I look up, and Mom and Dad are coming in out of the rain.
I go over to them. “I thought you couldn't make it.”
“I didn't think you wanted us here. Not really,” Mom says. “I know we haven't been very supportive of your painting. But then we couldn't stay away. Not after Luke spoke to us and told us how much it meant to you. Is this what you've done? Oh my God Olivia. I never knew what you were painting. These are beautiful. And they've all sold.”
I look at the wall there are sold dots against every one of my nine paintings.
“I'm sorry I doubted you, darling. If you want to paint, you must. I can't believe it. How have I not seen this?”
And she hugs me. My mother hugs me! And then Dad too. “Well done,” he says. “I never knew.”
I look over at Luke and he has a big grin on his face.
Luke
I know Olivia really cares what her parents think no matter how much she rebels against them. It hurts that they don't seem to get her. So I wanted them to be there so they could share her moment. As soon as I saw the sold stickers and heard what people were saying, I called her mother and asked her to come. When Olivia's mother and father hug her, I know I was right to push.
They're even talking to me. We chat like civilized human beings.
And then the evening is over. It has been a triumph for Olivia. She has all the encouragement she needs to continue and the blessing of her parents. They have agreed she can go on to study art if she wishes. She is over the moon.
And I am still over the moon with her and it seems, she is with me.
Her parents ask her if she wants to go back with them but she says she is going to celebrate with me. Her parents hug her again and her dad shakes my hand before they go.
“The night is young,” I say, “What would you like to do? Dinner? Dancing?”
“Not that,” she says. “I want to go right back to your place. Where I belong.”
I've moved back to my apartment. The work is finished and it looks really good but Olivia has helped me add some artistic touches to the plain newly painted walls and furniture. It's her touch that makes it a home. That and having her there whenever she can be.
“I can't wait to see your painting on the wall,” I say, as I drive through the city streets.
“I can't wait to get you in bed,” she answers, her mischievous grin making me laugh,
“Little minx. You know what happens to naughty girls,” I say, laughing.
“Yes I know exactly what happens. I'm banking on it,” and we go home, home to my pl
ace that will be our place as soon as we can make it so.
THE END
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