More Than Just Friends, Chapter Sixteen

by Jeneee

(As usual, I suggest you read the first 15 chapters if you haven’t already done so before digging into this one. Otherwise you won’t have a clue what’s happening.)

Soup and sandwiches were rapidly devoured and coffee, juice and soda gulped down, as our close-knit family suddenly seemed to be in a hurry to get to the second half of our Saturday. It was almost as if we had all agreed on what was on the agenda even though nothing had been decided - in so many words at least. Well, almost all of us had agreed as it turned out.

“So? What’s it to be?” Sharon asked as she poured her third cup of coffee. “Are we going to the gallery, or what?”

“Yeah, let’s,” piped up Emily, a sly smile on her face. “Let’s go see what your mom and aunt get up to every weekend,” she added, looking across at Becky and Pam.

Becky groaned. “Do we have to?” she complained. “They’re just gonna be busy with their art, and probably with a class or two. Boring,” she added, plunking her bottle of soda on the table beside her empty plate.

“Well, I wanna go see,” Emily persisted. “I’ve been sort of looking forward to it since we mentioned it last night. What about you, Pam?”

“I wouldn’t mind going, really. I’m kind of curious what mom does every weekend. You don’t have to come if you don’t want, Becky,” she added, smiling at her sister beside her. “You can always stay here and finish your homework,” she teased, knowing that final exams were coming up soon for Becky.

Becky groaned again. “Not what I had in mind,” she grumbled. “I was thinking more of the hot tub,” she added looking up hopefully for a positive response from the others.

“We can always come back afterward for that,” I suggested, knowing how much of a ritual tubbing had become for our extended family over the past couple of years.

“Yeah, come on Becky,” Sharon urged. “It won’t be as much fun if we don’t all go together.”

Becky shrugged. “Well, okay; but let’s not stay too long. They won’t want us in the way anyway if they have lots of customers.”

So, the decision had been made and we all pushed away from the table, cleared things up a bit and soon found ourselves piling into my new minivan, heading off downtown toward the Gallery Of Friends, as Maggie and Karen had decided to name their business venture.

Situated at the end of a row of stores in a strip mall, its colorful window display usually featured a sample of the works of the artist of the month. Except this time there was just a multicolored sign in big letters promoting: ‘A Showing, By Marilyn Ellington’ filling the whole front showcase.

“So who’s this Marilyn Ellington anyway?” Sharon wondered aloud, as we approached the building after struggling to find a parking space in the crowded lot. The strip mall was filled with weekend shoppers getting their groceries and other supplies for the coming week. “And why are there none of her paintings in the window?” she mused.

I shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough,” I replied as we opened the door and waltzed in breezily, one after the other, except for the inseparable Pam and Emily who squeezed through the door together, holding hands and giggling expectantly.

“Oh, look mommy. Naked ladies!” Emily suddenly cried out as our attention was immediately drawn to a wall filled with what looked like pastels of nude females, with the occasional charcoal drawing mixed in.

“Well, I guess we know now why there weren’t any in the window,” Sharon chuckled. “Just look at some of those poses!” she exclaimed. Emily and Pam had already moved swiftly down the wall trying to take everything in at once, their loud entry upon seeing what was on display seemingly attracting the attention of a few other gallery guests who were smiling at the outspoken girls’ comments which periodically burst from their mouths, interspersed with the occasional squeal as they nudged one another.

We all distinctly heard “Look at the size of her boobies! Oh my god, she’s got so much hair on her cunny. Hey, look at that one, she can’t be any older than Becky! Mommy, she’s spreading her cun…,” before I finally interrupted and cut her off in mid word just in time.

“Emily! Quiet!” I hissed loudly, just as Karen appeared from a door at the back of the gallery to see what was causing all the sudden commotion.

“Oh, it’s you lot,” she frowned. “Might have known you’d choose today to visit.”

“We didn’t know you had a showing of nudes, mom,” Becky replied with a slight smirk. “We just decided we’d come and see what kept you both so busy every weekend,” she added. “Guess we know now,” she giggled, throwing her arms out and twirling around. “Look at them all.”

“Well, now that you’re all here,” Karen tried to shush her in a low voice, “please try to be a little quieter and don’t disturb our other guests. We also have a class in progress in the back room so if you have any questions you can ask our assistant, Judy, over there,” she added, pointing to a middle aged woman with long red hair wearing a long grey smock who appeared to be in consultation with a young couple apparently interested in buying one of the paintings. “I have to get back to the class now; sorry I can’t stay and chat.” And with that she strode back to the door from which she had originally appeared, and closed it quietly behind her.

“Wonder if the class is about painting naked ladies?” Emily whispered in Pam’s ear, giggling. “Your mom didn’t seem too happy to see us.”

“She’s probably just busy with the class,” Pam replied, with a frown on her face. “I guess maybe we shouldn’t have come, after all.”

“It’s a public gallery. We have just as much right as anyone else to be here,” Becky proclaimed. “Besides, I kinda like some of these paintings,” she smiled, now appearing to be happy she had decided to come along with them.

“Thought you wanted to stay home,” smirked her younger sister. “Changed your mind fast, didn’t you?” she added. And nudging Emily she whispered, “Oh, see that one over there, Em?” And off they went for a closer look.

Meanwhile Sharon and I were slowly moving from one painting to another, enjoying the display more and more. “She seems quite talented, this Marilyn Ellington. Wonder how long she’s been at it and how Maggie came to know of her work?” I mused.

“Maybe Judy can tell us. Let’s go ask her – she seems to be finished with that other couple,” Sharon suggested. We wandered across the room and introduced ourselves. But she didn’t seem know too much about how Maggie and Karen came to discover the artist’s work, other than it was about six months ago that she first saw a few of her pastels. We would have to wait until Maggie was free after class to get further details, she told us, but she did know the show would last for another two weeks and that some of the paintings were already sold but would remain on display until the next exhibit began.

The other interesting thing we learned was that Marilyn Ellington also took bookings for custom individual or family portraits, usually nudes or partial nudes. This was a specialized area that not many artists engaged in, so she was usually kept rather busy. When we learned of this morsel of tantalizing information, Emily was within hearing range and immediately begged Sharon and me to have one done together. “And can you get one of me and Pam done too?” she pleaded. “That would be so awesome mommy.”

“Hell, why not have her do all of us together?” Sharon teased.

“Oh, yeah, mommy, let’s,” Emily squealed. “Puleese?”

“I was just kidding, sweetie,” Sharon replied. “She probably charges a fortune, hon. No way we could afford her, I’m sure.”

“Awww, well let’s ask anyway, okay?” my daughter pleaded. “We can invite her over to the hot tub, maybe,” she suggested suddenly. “She might do it for cheaper then. What do you think?”

I had to admire her for her initiative, innocent as it was, but shook my head and smiled. “Somehow I think she will need more incentive than that, sweetie. Like money, maybe?” I added. “Lots of money.”

Suddenly the door to the classroom opened once more, but this time five or six students wandered out, portfolio cases slung under their arms and backpacks hanging from their shoulders. I noticed that all were females, a couple in their late teens and the rest in their twenties and thirties. As they slowly wandered through the gallery toward the front door Emily and Pam watched them closely. “Bet they were painting nudies,” Emily whispered rather loudly as she nudged Pam. One of the students must have overheard my outspoken daughter because she turned around, unable to suppress the big grin that lit up her face.

Taking this as a ‘yes,’ Emily squealed, “I told you, didn’t I?” Let’s go see if your mom’s free now, Pam.” And she grabbed Pam’s hand and tugged her to the back toward the gallery classroom. But Becky had beaten them to it and was already inside when the two young girls entered. Not only that, there were a couple of other women in the room besides Maggie and Karen. One was a young girl in her late teens wearing a short, white robe and the other was a woman probably in her forties. A few easels were scattered about the room and Maggie and Karen were in the process of cleaning up after class.

“Hi mom, can we help you?” Pam asked.

“No thanks, dear. We’ll only be a few minutes. Please try to stay out of the way.”

Pam then took another look at the young girl in the white robe. She was very pretty with long, straight dark hair and seemed vaguely familiar to her. Then it hit her, and she quickly ran back out into the gallery returning in a few seconds with a big smile on her face, almost bumping into Emily who was about to follow her out to see where she was going and why.

“You’re one of the girls in the paintings, aren’t you?” Pam said to the teen who was now bending over to pick up her clothes which had been piled on a chair in the corner of the classroom. Emily was smirking a little as Pam directed her question to the girl because, as she bent over, the girl’s robe had risen enough to reveal her curvy, naked butt, pussy peeking out saucily between her cheeks. She had obviously been the model for the art class that had just finished.

The older woman smiled at Pam. “You are pretty observant, young lady. Yes, she is my daughter, Jacqueline, and I use her as a model for my art quite frequently. And you must be one of Karen’s girls, I suppose?” she asked.

“That’s right,” Pam’s mother interjected. “This is Pam; and the older trouble maker over there,” she added, pointing toward Becky, who was in the process of thumbing through a series of canvasses she had noticed on a table against one of the classroom walls, “is my eldest, Becky. And Pam’s friend here is Emily, well, her girlfriend, I guess you’d call her now,” she laughed.

At which point Emily hugged Pam to her and kissed her. “Yeah, she’s my honest to goodness girlfriend,” she giggled. “And we're both ten. And I love her very much,” she added, giving Pam a longer, more sensual kiss on her lips as if to emphasize just how much, as the others gazed on in wonder.

Becky then turned around from going through the canvasses she’d spotted and said, “My god, you must be Marilyn Ellington then. Are you?”

“Well, another observant young lady,” the older woman replied, smiling. “Guilty as charged,” she laughed. “And I’d guess you and Jacqueline would be about the same age, right?”

“I’m sixteen,” replied Becky, looking over at the model.

“I’m a couple of years older then,” Jacqueline replied. “I turned eighteen last month. I’d better get dressed now mom, unless you need me for anything else?”

“It’s okay, hon,” Marilyn replied. “Nothing more for today. You can hit the bathroom and get dressed.”

“Hey!” exclaimed Emily. “We’ve all seen you naked in your pictures so why not just change here? No need to go running off to the bathroom,” she added, hoping for a real live look at the pretty girl she had seen posing in such a sexy way in some of the paintings in the gallery.

Pam giggled. “Yeah, we know you’re not shy ‘cause you were spreading your cunny in one of the pictures outside.”

“Pamela!” scolded Karen. “Don’t be so rude. It’s all for the sake of art, you know. Nothing nasty.”

“Well, she was spreading her cunt,” piped in Emily, boldly, as Pamela gasped beside her. “If that’s art, I like it,” she added, smiling at Jacqueline. “And I just saw your cunny anyway, when you were bending down over by the chair. Besides, we’re all girls here anyway. Oh, and can we pose for some of your pictures too, Mrs. Ellington? Or don’t you do girls our age?” she asked, suddenly changing the topic. “You’d love to paint Pamela’s cunny. Wait ‘til you see it.” Pam jabbed her with her elbow, but smiled. She was now used to her girlfriend’s outspoken nature. “And Becky’s is real yummy too,” Emily added as an afterthought, looking over at Pam’s sister.

Becky stuck out her tongue at Emily and then said, “Oh, she does girls your age too. I just saw some real young girls in that pile over there. They are all your paintings, aren’t they?” she asked the artist.

Maggie, who had been busy cleaning things up in the classroom, now chimed into the conversation before Marilyn could respond. “Okay girls, I think we should let Mrs. Ellington and her daughter get cleaned up a bit. I know you are all excited but we can all get together with you - and your mom and her girlfriend, she added, nodding toward Emily - after the gallery closes. We still have some work to do here so why don’t you all just run along for a bit. Your mommy and Sharon are still outside so please go join them and we’ll all chat later. Go on now, shoo.” And she waved them toward the door.

Amid groans of protest the three girls slowly left the classroom and joined the other two who were still studying the paintings in the gallery.

“So, just what did you see?” Emily asked Becky. “In that pile of paintings, I mean. Were there really young girls like us there too?” she asked eagerly.

“Yeah, even younger,” Becky whispered to Pam and Emily. “She even had close up pastels of baby’s cunnies,” she giggled. “All fat and puffy. She seemed to have done a lot of paintings of pussies, all close up.”

“Oh, wow,” squealed Emily. Really? Maybe she will want to do ours then, too,” she added, hopefully.

“You’re turning into a real exhibitionist, Emily,” teased Pam, putting her arm around her young girlfriend.

“Who’s an exhibitionist now?” Sharon asked, walking up to them after overhearing Pam’s comment.

“Emily, as usual,” Pam giggled. “She wants the artist to paint her pussy.”

“I want her to paint all of us,” Emily protested. “Not just me.”

“Okay, what just happened in there?” I asked my daughter, who seemed to have been up to her usual mischief as soon as she left my sight. So the three girls explained in bits and pieces what had transpired in the classroom, overheard by Judy who couldn’t resist listening in.

“So, you got some answers to some of your questions, I hear,” she said, as the girls filled us all in about the artist and her daughter. The gallery had emptied while the three girls were in the back room and Judy announced that closing time was in a few minutes. She left them to straighten a few paintings that had tilted a little during the afternoon viewing, and then went up front to lock the door.

Susan and I were pleasantly surprised to hear that the artist herself was in the back and had actually been helping to run the class. We were even more surprised that one of the models for Marilyn Ellington’s paintings was her own daughter, and I for one, was anxious to meet her after seeing how beautiful she looked.

“It looks like she is pretty liberal with her daughter, the way she painted that one canvas with her spreading her pussy,” I remarked to Sharon.

“Yeah, can’t wait to meet her,” Sharon laughed.

“Who, the daughter or the mother?” I teased.

“Hmmm, both,” she giggled.

And just then, as if on cue, the classroom door opened again and Karen and Maggie strolled out, followed by Marilyn and her daughter, now wearing shorts and an orange tee with a big tiger on the front, the words ‘hungry pussy’ emblazoned boldly below its open mouth.

“Love your pussy, Jacqueline,” Pam blurted out, before Emily could beat her to it.

Amid girlish giggles, introductions were made and my little girl had her turn by blurting out, in her own sweet way, that we should invite everyone back to our place for dinner.

“Before you get carried away, sweetie,” I laughed, “I think we’d better find out if they have other plans.”

It turned out that nothing pressing was on their agenda for the evening so I found myself hoping that I’d bought enough food at the market to feed everyone. Before I got much further with that thought though, Maggie suggested we order pizza so that I didn’t have to spend a lot of time and effort getting prepared for an unplanned dinner. “It’s not fair to you, Jen and Sharon, to have to cook for this lot,” she laughed, waving her arms around at the collection of hungry females gathered in the centre of the gallery floor.

“Yeah, mom, let’s have pizza and beer,” Emily squealed. “Well, you can have the beer,” she smirked. “Me and Pam can have soda, unless you’ll let us…” she didn’t finish, seeing the stern look on my face.

“Didn’t think so,” she grinned, as she put her arm around Pam. “I wanted to get my girlfriend drunk so I could have my way with her,” she added, licking Pam’s ear.

“Since when do you have to get her drunk to do that,” Sharon teased. “You two are like a couple of minxes when you get going.”

And, as if to confirm my girlfriend’s accurate observation, Emily reached down between Pam’s jean-clad thighs and started rubbing her friend’s pussy, as Jacqueline and her mother looked on in amazement.

“Hey, mom,” the teen announced. “I think you’ve just found a couple of new models.

Karen shook her head at the wanton display but could hardly suppress a smile. Over the past few months she’d become accustomed to her daughter’s behavior with not only Emily, but with her older sister, and she’d resigned herself to the fact that her daughters were lesbians, just like their aunt, and if she was honest with herself, she would admit that even she sometimes felt that special tingle at the thought of joining in with their antics.

“So you think you’d like to paint us, really?” Emily asked Marilyn, as she continued to squeeze Pamela’s pussy in front of everyone. And true to form, in the blink of an eye, my daughter quickly pulled down Pamela’s jeans and panties, revealing her girlfriend’s pussy for all to see, reminiscent of the time she’d lifted Pam's dress in front of Sharon and me two years before in our kitchen.

This time, however, Pamela didn’t blush as Emily showed off her friend’s treasure to the artist. “Just look at her cunny,” she exclaimed, pulling firmly on Pam’s luscious, full lips and spreading them, revealing the smooth, shiny, pink head of her clit peeking out from its sheath. “Isn’t she wild? Wouldn’t that make a hot painting? And she gets so wet too, see?” she added, waving a glistening finger in front of Marilyn’s face.

I stood there stunned, but somehow not surprised at Emily’s behavior, and at Pamela’s apparent acceptance of her girlfriend showing her off this way. She had obviously become turned on during the afternoon by the gallery display and from meeting the artist and her daughter, and was now enjoying the attention Emily was paying to her in front of everyone.

“She’d make a great model for your new series, mom,” Jacqueline finally managed to say, breaking the sudden silence that had descended on the gallery as Emily continued to finger Pam’s cunny, slowly sliding it in and out, eliciting soft moans from her girlfriend. Even Judy was apparently speechless as she looked on along with everyone else.

“What new series?” I managed to ask, tearing my eyes away from Emily and Pam as I felt my own pussy begin to moisten.

“She’s started work on a group of paintings featuring the female sex organs, entitled ‘From Kitty To Cunt’” explained Maggie. “It’s designed to show the development from infancy to womanhood.”

“So that’s what I saw in the classroom,” chimed in Becky. “You’ve already got some babies done,” she smiled at Marilyn.

“Yeah, a few,” the artist replied. “I have a couple of friends who let me use their newborns as models. And now I’m starting to work on a few older ones. One of my artist friends has two girls aged three and five, and she thinks the series is a great idea so she’s volunteered them.”

“And now you’ve got us, too,” Emily added with one final squeeze of Pamela’s cunny, before finally pulling up her girlfriend’s panties and jeans, leaving an almost disappointed look on Pam’s face.

“Us?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she replied. “You can do me too, right? Wanna see mine?” she asked, grabbing her waistband and starting to lower it.

“No,” Marilyn giggled, stopping my daughter in midstream, so as to speak. “We can do all that later, honey. As long as your mom agrees,” she added, looking toward me. I already know Karen won’t mind Pam modeling.”

Emily now looked at me with that pleading, irresistibly sweet face of hers, and I nodded my head, sighing. Running over to me, she hugged me tightly and reached up to pull me down for a kiss.

“Thank you, mommy. I’ll be a great model, won’t I?”

“Yes, you will. Of course you will, baby,” I assured her.

“Becky, too?” Emily asked, turning back to Marilyn.

“If she wants to, hon,” the artist replied, smiling, turning toward the young teen, who shrugged as if to say why not, but whose dampening pussy told her she secretly loved the idea.

“Well, you’ve got your work cut out for you now, mom,” Jacqueline said. “The pussy parade continues,” she giggled.

“Okay then, now that’s all decided, let’s go get pizza and then home,” I announced, as the plan seemed to be taking shape. “We can talk some more after we eat.”

“Yeah, in the hot tub,” screeched Emily.

“Oh my god,” Sharon exclaimed. “How’s everyone going to fit?”

“Very tightly,” Pam giggled, grabbing Emily’s hand and tugging her toward the front door.

“I’m afraid you will have to count me out, though,” Judy announced. “I hate to pass up what seems like a great party, but unfortunately I have made other plans.”

“Maybe next time,” Sharon consoled her as we all filed out of the door.

Looks like we are in for another interesting evening, I thought to myself, as the girls buckled themselves in and Maggie and her crew prepared to follow us in their car to the pizza place, and then to our cozy home.

Slipping the minivan into gear, I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. Sharon looked over at me, grinning. “Here we go again,” she mouthed over at me.

Here we go again indeed, I echoed to myself.