by P. F. Kozak
“What do you mean?”
“When you showed me the pictures of Helga in that Wyeth book, I got a feeling from them. I knew the man who drew them loved her. I get the same feeling when I look at those drawings of me.”
“Well, it’s true. I do love you.”
“But you’re gay, aren’t you?”
“I’ve always thought I was. You know I’ve always been into guys. But I think now it doesn’t matter if it’s a guy or a girl. What matters is what I feel for the person.”
“Like what you feel for Butch and me?”
“Exactly. I’m hot for both of you. I didn’t plan that. It just happened.”
“I’m hot for both of you, too. A girl isn’t supposed to fall in love with two guys.”
“And a gay guy isn’t supposed to want to fuck a woman. But here we are. It’s the three of us. It’s like we’ve come full circle, and hooked up again.”
“Speaking of the three of us, Butch will be here in a few minutes. I don’t know who was there, but he couldn’t talk.”
“He’s careful at the garage. Lots of people in town would love to know what he’s up to. They listen a little too closely when he’s on the phone.”
“That stinks on ice.”
“I know. He’s learned to live with it. After a while, you get used to it. It’s like you’re some kind of celebrity or something when people gossip about you.”
“I’ll try to remember that when I hear people whisper when I walk by.”
“I’m telling you, Pepper. You have to let it roll off. If I didn’t, I couldn’t live in this town.”
“Do the guys at the bar ever rag on you?”
“No. Believe it or not, they defend me. It’s their wives who gossip and spread rumors.”
“Probably at Lois’s beauty parlor. What a bunch of hens. I never could stand to go in there.”
“What? You wouldn’t like to do Sandy’s hair?”
“I’d love to shave the bitch’s head. Does that work?” Ted laughed.
“Works for me.” Butch stood in the door. “Am I allowed to come in?”
“Hey, paisan! Welcome home.” Ted went over to escort him into the studio. “How’s your asshole today?”
“Wasn’t too bad, until I had to take a crap. Then, I remembered the Golden Rule. You know, do unto others…”
“Looking forward to it, buddy.”
Butch did a once-over of the room. “So, this is the off-limits studio?”
His remark surprised Pepper. “You’ve never been in here?”
“Rembrandt never invited me. Didn’t he tell you? You only get in here with an invitation.”
“He told me.” Pepper opened the smock and flashed Butch. “I got an invitation.”
“Yeah, I bet you did.”
Pepper closed the smock and tied the sash. “Wanna see what he drew?”
“Sure I do.”
Pepper glanced at Ted and saw him give her a nod of approval. Pepper took Butch’s hand and led him to the sketching table. “Look at this.”
Butch sat down on the stool and looked at the drawings. Pepper stepped back, to give him time to take it all in. Ted gave her a thumbs-up.
Almost inaudibly, Butch muttered, “Jesus Christ.” Then he did what Pepper had done to the sketch of him. He lightly traced each drawing with his finger, studying the lines with the movement of his hand. Neither Ted nor Pepper interrupted. They waited for Butch to turn around.
When he finally turned toward them, all is said was, “That’s Pepper.”
“Aren’t they good?” Pepper went over to the stool. She wedged herself between Butch’s knees and then wrapped her arms around his neck. “We live with a real artist.”
Butch put his hands on her hips. “You’re fucking hot in those pictures. Did you really do all of that?”
“I really did.”
Ted spoke up behind her. “Tell him what you thought about, Pepper.”
Pepper looked directly into Butch’s eyes when she said, “I thought about you. I imagined you making me come, and Ted drew it.”
“Lord have mercy!”
Ted laughed. “Your Catholic roots are showing, paisan.”
“That’s not all that’s showing.” Butch rubbed his prick against Pepper’s leg. “Those pictures gave me one hell of a woody.”
Pepper looked over her shoulder at Ted. “What time do you have to be at the bar today?”
“I own the damn place. I don’t have to show up at all if I don’t want to.”
“Want to draw Butch and me making out?”
“Ask me twice.”
Pepper turned back to Butch. “Get naked and let’s fool around.”
Butch glanced at Ted before answering. “I don’t know, Pepper. Sounds kind of weird to me.”
“It’s not weird. Artists draw things. Ted wants to draw us together. Sounds like fun to me.”
Ted volunteered, “Robert, I think Miss Pearl will make it worth your while.”
Pepper ignored Ted calling her Pearl. She could see Butch digesting the idea, and kept quiet so he could concentrate. She wanted to laugh at his bewilderment when he said, “Last night, you talked me into letting Rembrandt stick his dick up my ass. Today, you want me to let him draw us getting it on. What’s next? Videotaping live sex acts for the Internet?”
Ted defused that one. “I promise, when I tape you, it will be to sketch the freeze-frames. I swear, none of it will be posted on the Internet.”
“Well, then, that makes it okay, doesn’t it?” Even with his ambivalence, he added, “Should I shower first?”
Not missing a beat, Ted asked, “What do you think, Pepper? Does he stink?”
Pepper leaned over and sniffed Butch’s neck. Then she lifted his shirt and sniffed his chest. Before pronouncing her verdict, she lifted his arm and sniffed his armpit. “He doesn’t stink at all. In fact, he smells kinda good.”
Butch tried to grope her tit. Pepper jumped back. “Oh, no, paisan. Strip and get on the bed. We’re making out for Ted, remember?”
Without saying a word, Butch stood up and took off all his clothes. Pepper took off the smock and crawled onto the bed. Butch joined her. Ted flipped the page on his sketch pad and again picked up a pencil.
Pepper whispered into Butch’s ear, “Don’t think about Ted. Think about what we’re doing. Ted will do what he needs to do.”
“Do I get to fuck you?”
“Maybe. But we have to fool around first, so Ted can see what we look like together.”
Butch licked her cheek. “How fucking perverted can we get?”
“We’re grown-ups now. We can be as fucking perverted as we want.”
Butch yelled at Ted. “Hey, Rembrandt, can I go down on her?”
“Do it, man. I’m with you.”
Pepper tried not to think about Ted drawing them, but still tensed up when Butch crawled between her legs. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Ted had seen Butch go down on her before. He knew what to expect. She had no reason to be nervous.
Butch nuzzled her inner thighs. Her focus shifted from Ted to the sensation of Butch licking her leg. When his tongue connected with her clit, Pepper sighed, and melted into the bed.
He licked her slowly, even lazily. Each tickle of his tongue made her clit throb more. She pushed her pelvis against his face, reflexively wanting to be penetrated. Pepper thought she heard clicking noises, but was too far gone to care. Butch wasn’t. He stopped and lifted his head.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Ted lowered his digital camera. “Taking some pictures.”
“What for?”
“What do you think? I need to study them.”
“Yeah, while jacking off.” Butch climbed off the bed. “I don’t do porn. I’m outta here.”
Pepper pulled herself together and grabbed his arm. “Butch, wait.”
“Pepper, I’d do fucking anything for you. But this is too much. Pictures? C’mon.”
“He needs t
hem.”
“What the fuck does he need pictures for? He paints, right?”
“Yes, and he wants to paint us.”
“What?”
“Ted wants to paint us.” Pepper got up, took Butch’s hand, and led him back to the sketching table. “Look at this.” She flipped the pages back on the sketch pad. “That’s you.”
Butch stared at the picture, and then looked at Ted. “How the fuck did you do this? I never posed for you.”
Pepper answered before Ted could. “He did it from pictures, and from memory. That’s why he needs pictures. He studies them to be able to draw us.”
“She’s right, paisan. Wanna see what else I’ve done from pictures?” Ted reached behind the sofa and pulled out a couple of sketch pads, one clearly marked “Pepper” and the other marked “Butch”. He handed them both to Butch. “Go ahead. Have a look.”
Butch sat down on the bed, and laid the large tablet beside him. Pepper looked over his shoulder. He flipped though Pepper’s first. Page after page of drawings showed Pepper sitting and standing, laughing and crying, clothed and nude. Butch paused on one page and gently touched it. “That’s the picture in my wallet. God, how many times did I look at it?”
“Me, too, buddy. I scanned my copy into the computer and enlarged it to make that drawing.”
“How long have you been doing this, I mean making drawings of her?”
“I started before we all broke up. Over the years, I kept coming back to it.”
Pepper pointed to the other tablet. “Look at that one, and prepare yourself, he’s been drawing you, too.”
Butch opened the other pad. Pepper had her hand on his shoulder and felt him twitch when he saw the first drawing. “That’s me in my football uniform.”
“I drew it from the picture in the yearbook.”
“And this is me standing by my first car, the one I rebuilt the engine in.” He glanced at Ted. “My uncle told me I could have it if I could make it run. He taught me how to be a mechanic using that damn car.”
Pepper laughed. “Remember, we fucked in the backseat to celebrate when you got it going.”
Again, Butch looked at Ted. “You did this from a picture?”
“I liked the expression on your face. You looked like you’d just won the damn lottery.”
“I felt like I did. I kept it going for about four years before I junked it.”
Butch continued to flip the pages. As he did with Pepper, Ted had drawn Butch in various poses and emotions. The last few pages became progressively more erotic.
Pepper giggled. “Love the caption you gave this one.” Ted had scrawled the word HUMMER beside a drawing of Butch. In it, Butch had a full erection.
“It stands for High Utility Maximum Mobility Easy Rider. It fits, doesn’t it?”
Pepper leaned over and looked down at Butch’s cock. “Barely, if I’m wet enough.”
Butch flipped the page over. “I hope you two are enjoying yourselves.”
Pepper crawled onto the bed and knelt behind Butch. “I would be enjoying myself more if we could go back to what we were doing.”
“You don’t care that Rembrandt is taking pictures of us?”
“No, I don’t mind. I trust him. Don’t you?”
Butch stared at Ted for several seconds before he answered. “I’ve trusted him for years. He’s my best friend. Came through for me in spades when I really needed it.” Then he looked down at a drawing of himself jerking off. “What kind of picture do you want to paint?”
“I want to paint you and Pepper making love.”
“What are you going to do with it?”
“I’m thinking I’ll hang it over the king-size bed I’m going to buy for Pepper’s room.”
In unison, Butch and Pepper said, “What?”
“We need a bed big enough for the three of us when we want to sleep together. We can throw out that old bed that’s in there. I’ll get a bigger one to replace it.”
Butch unexpectedly grabbed Pepper and threw her down on the bed. “I’m moving in with you.” Then he tickled her.
Pepper thrashed on the bed, trying to escape the assault. She couldn’t. Butch kept tickling her, and Ted’s camera clicked away. This time, Butch didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he deliberately pinned one of Pepper’s legs to the bed, forcing her legs wide open.
“Get some good ones, Rembrandt. I want my own album.”
Ted walked around the bed, snapping pictures from all angles. When Pepper gasped, “Stop, I’m going to pee myself,” Butch finally eased up.
Butch rolled over onto his back, and his erection flopped onto his belly. Ted snapped a few more shots of him, and then put the camera down. “Mind if I join you?”
Butch pointed to the window by the bed. “You can if you lower the damn blinds.”
Ted obliged, but also took a shot. “What? You afraid someone will see your sorry ass in bed with me?”
“What the fuck? By tomorrow, my naked ass will probably be on the Internet, with you and with Pepper.”
“Not a chance, unless you put it there.”
Pepper had her breath back. “I have to pee. Don’t do anything until I get back.” She bounced off the bed and ran upstairs to the bathroom. It took a bit longer when she realized she had to do more than pee. After she cleaned up, she headed back to the studio. On the way down, she grabbed some condoms and the tube of lubricant, just in case.
When she came back into the studio, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Ted had stripped, and knelt on the bed blowing Butch. “Hey, I told you not to do anything until I got back.”
Butch opened his eyes. “Rembrandt wanted to give me some head. Not as good as yours, but not too bad.”
Pepper jutted out her lower lip and feigned pouting. “I feel left out.”
Ted raised his head and looked at Butch. “She feels left out. Don’t you think we should do something about that?”
“Damn right we should. Come here, sweetheart.”
Both Butch and Ted looked at her like a couple of lecherous wolves. She shivered. “What are you going to do?”
“What do you have in your hand?” Ted craned to see.
Pepper tossed the condoms and the tube of lube on the bed. “I brought this, just in case you guys decide to buttfuck again.”
Ted smiled an absolutely evil smile. “Have you ever been buttfucked?”
His question made Pepper nervous. “Hell, no. Doesn’t it hurt?”
Ted turned to Butch. “Tell her the truth, paisan. Does it hurt?”
Butch smiled. “Oh, baby, it hurts so good.”
“Well, there it is, Pepper. How about we do a sandwich?”
Much to Pepper’s surprise, the suggestion seemed to appeal to Butch. “Rembrandt, that’s not a bad idea. I want to loosen her up.”
“Whoa! Back off, buckos! I haven’t said I would.”
Using a sweet, sympathetic voice, Ted coaxed her. “Sweet Pepper, we’ll be careful, won’t we, Butch?”
“Sure we will.” Rather than sounding concerned, Butch sounded like a letch persuading her to get into the backseat with him and his friend. For some reason, that turned her on.
“You guys better not hurt me.”
Ted took her hand and pulled her toward the bed. “We’ll make sure you’re ready before we do anything.”
“Yeah, right.” Pepper wasn’t convinced.
Butch took her other hand. “Sweetheart, we’ll have you so hot, you’ll be begging us for it.”
“Didn’t you say you don’t do porn? Could have fooled me.” Even with her protests, Pepper could already feel her clit throbbing. Turning herself over to her two lovers did make her hot, and she probably would end up begging for it.
“Since no one is taking any pictures, I don’t think you could call this porn. What would you call it, Ted?”
“One hell of a good time, buddy.”
Butch chuckled, obviously enjoying this edgy threesome. “Bend over, Pepper. Ted, hand me the lube.” Butch
slicked up his hand.
Pepper got down on all fours. “Be careful.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easier on you than Ted did on me. By the way, are you empty?”
“I just went. I should be.”
“Good.”
Pepper braced herself. Ted noticed her tensing. “Missy, you have to relax. You know what we did with Butch last night.”
“Okay, you’re right.” Pepper took a deep breath and exhaled through her mouth. Butch chose that moment to push his finger into her ass. Pepper yelped.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, just surprised me. I’m all right.”
“Remember, relax and enjoy the ride.” Butch slowly finger-fucked her, while Ted played with her tits. “How’s that, Pepper?”
Pepper pushed back on his finger. “I want it deeper.”
“You can tell you’re used to being fucked. That’s my middle finger. I can’t go any deeper.”
Ted pinched her nipple. Pepper moaned. “She’s ready for another finger. Try her and see how she does.”
Pepper felt her anus stretch. Her vaginal muscles contracted and then relaxed. She moaned, “Oh, God! I want to be fucked!”
“Yeah, Pepper. I felt that, sweetheart.”
Ted looked up. “What happened?”
“Her pussy grabbed at my hand. I felt it the whole way up my arm.”
“Go for three, Butch.” Pepper pushed back when Butch inserted his third finger. He kept his hand still while she rocked back and forth.
“I’ll be damned! She’s humping my hand.”
Ted leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You’re a natural, sweet Pepper.” Then he lifted her chin and kissed her, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. Pepper sucked his tongue like she had his cock that morning. Ted pulled back. “She’s ready, paisan. You have dibs.”
“I should take her pussy and you do her ass. You know what you’re doing back there. I’ll experiment with you, not her.”
“Now, there’s a pickup line I’ve never heard.” Ted retrieved a condom. “Toss me the lube.”
Pepper had never wanted it so bad in her whole life. In a hoarse whisper, she asked Ted, “How do we do this?”
“You straddle Butch and mount him. Stick your ass up in the air. I’ll take care of the rest.”