More Than Just Friends, Chapter 17

by jeneee

Jacqueline was on my mind as we drove home in the busy, late Saturday afternoon traffic. I kept seeing the array of paintings her mother had done of her, and realized why Maggie and Karen had selected the ones they had to display on the gallery walls. One thing was certain – Jacqueline wasn't at all shy when it came to posing. The other thing that was immediately obvious was the sensual beauty of her young body – firm, but soft - her skin color glowing, radiating with the joy of her adolescence captured so perfectly by her talented mother. Her long, dark hair delicately caressed her curves as it flowed across her breasts - teasing her dark, pointed nipples so that they protruded proudly - or coursed over a shoulder and down her back, almost reaching the cleft between her beautiful butt cheeks.

The sly smile on her face in some of the more daring poses seemed to invite the viewer to join her in an intimate encounter – 'just you and I,' she seemed to be saying with her eyes. 'Please, let me join your collection. I promise you won't be disappointed.'

Her paintings spoke volumes about her nature, and even more about the skill of her mother for being able to capture the essence of her daughter's sensuality – overt to be sure, but not in a slutty way. I was anxious to learn more about her and her mother, and found myself hoping we would be compatible. I had also noticed Becky eying Jacqueline, while trying not to look obvious, and hoped they, too, would hit it off since they were so close in age. And I knew that my daughter and Pam would probably keep barraging her with questions and comments, so I hoped she'd accept their youthful curiosity in good humor.

Armed with three large pizzas smothered with various toppings we soon arrived at our house. I collected a pile of plates as Susan scrounged for a few extra chairs to place around our kitchen table and before long, all of us had squeezed together to enjoy the delights of dinner in preparation for whatever other delightful adventures awaited us once our stomachs had been satisfied.

I wanted to know more about Marilyn so I asked her how long she had been painting. "Pretty well all my life, really, I guess. I used to love messing around with finger painting as a young girl, but really only started drawing seriously when I was in high school. Then at college I studied fine art and began to think of making it a career. But after I graduated I got married almost immediately, became pregnant with Jacqueline and sort of slacked off for a while. Being a mom and a home-maker came first and it wasn't until she started kindergarten that I began to get back to my art while she was at school. "I'd always liked painting portraits and it soon became pretty obvious that I had a perfect subject in my daughter," she smiled, looking over at Jacqueline who took a sitting-down bow, spreading her arms wide as Emily giggled from across the table.

"So was she always naked right from the start?" my outspoken daughter wanted to know.

Marilyn laughed. "No dear. First I concentrated on getting her face to look realistic so most of my early drawings of her were just head and shoulders. One day after school, though, she went to her room to change into her favorite shorts and top but couldn't find them. They were still in the wash and she came out of her room in her undies with a frown on her face looking for them. She looked so cute standing there with her hands on her hips looking almost daggers at me when I explained where they were. I told her not to move – I wanted to capture the moment on canvas. So that was the first time I'd done a full body piece of her, frown and all. It's still a favorite in my portfolio.

"When my husband came home from work and saw it he remarked that it was cute, and then teased me that I was branching out into child porn. Later in the evening when Jacqueline was on her way to bed she jumped on his lap for her customary good-night kiss and to my astonishment he pulled up her nightie, turned her around so she was facing me, and spread her legs open revealing her cute panties and dared me to use that as the next pose. Jacqueline, you just giggled and said, 'yeah, mommy, draw me like this next time.' Remember?"

"Yeah, I'll never forget the look on your face when he did that. I thought you were gonna yell at him at first, but then you just laughed and shooed me off to bed."

"So, did you? Did you do one of her like that?" Emily piped in.

"I came home from school next day and instead of getting changed like I usually did I came out in my panties and sat on the stool mom used to pose me and spread my legs, all ready for her. In my innocence I wanted her to draw one for my dad like he'd asked for," Jacqueline recalled.

"So, did she?" my daughter pressed on eagerly.

"I didn't really have much choice," Marilyn laughed. "She'd taken her father so seriously that I didn't want to disappoint her, even though I'd thought he had been joking, so I did a charcoal of her in those cute pussycat panties of hers. After I was finished she darted over right away to look at it and said it looked like her pussycat was smiling. 'She's a happy pussy 'cause daddy's gonna like it mommy,' she said, and I laughed to myself at the double meaning of her innocent remark. And she was right, he did love it. Even asked me to frame it. It was quite a provocative pose for a six year old so I framed it myself. No way I was going to take it out to be done," she smiled. "And we hung it on the wall in our bedroom. And that was really the first of what turned out to be my little girl's career as an erotic model."

"Do you just model for your mommy?" Emily wanted to know.

"Usually, yes; and for her classes, of course. But once in a while I pose for other artists. Like Maggie, for instance," she added, looking over at Karen's sister, smiling.

"Oooo, can we see some of the paintings you've done of her sometime, Maggie?" my curious daughter asked in her hard to refuse, pleading tone. "Puleese," she added. "Are they really sexy too?" she asked as an afterthought.

"They are artistic, dear, and if you think that's sexy then I suppose you may have a point," Maggie replied, smiling slyly. "And yes, I suppose you can see them next time you come to my house. I don't keep them at the gallery, but maybe someday we'll hang them - that is, as long as Jacqueline and her mom agree."

Turning to Marilyn, Emily suggested she should have a special showing of paintings and drawings of Jacqueline because "she is sooo beautiful, don't you think?"

"You just want to see her naked again," Marilyn teased.

To which Emily responded quickly, "Well, we're all going to be naked together in the hot tub soon anyway, so yeah. And when do you want to draw me and Pam for your new series?" she added.

"Slow down Emily," I told my daughter. "One thing at a time, sweetie. I know you want your pussies to be on display for the whole world to see, but Marilyn hasn't even confirmed she will use the two of you yet so stop trying to pressure her. She has her own working schedule to consider. And as for all of us squeezing into the hot tub together, I'm not even sure there will be enough room."

"We can sit real close," giggled Pam. "It could be fun," she added with a smirk, jabbing her sister with her elbow. "Right Becky? I know what's on your mind, big sister," she added, glancing coyly over at Jacqueline.

And so it was. All those soft naked female bodies crowded together in the hot tub that afternoon was another first for our household as our circle of friends grew to include yet another sensual family who were soon participating in one of the wildest orgies I could have ever imagined.

Just for the record, Emily did more than just see Jacqueline naked again. Her tireless tongue sampled the delightful taste of the treasure between her teenage thighs, as Becky waited her turn, while Marilyn probed Pamela's more than puffy pussy, giving her the much needed personal touch necessary to enable her to capture the fullness of its beauty on canvass when the time came.

Who am I kidding! Nobody was thinking about art that afternoon. We were all just plain horny – and we didn't even need the jets.

Six months have now passed since that incredible day. Some of what happened during those six months is now on display at The Gallery Of Friends. However, as you might imagine, invitations are mandatory for admission.