More Than Just Friends, Chapter 22

by Jeneee

(As usual, please make sure you have read the other 21 chapters so you understand what's going on.)

Alice's portrait was a little larger than those on either side of it and was so beautifully framed. I guess being the artist's sister had its privileges, I thought to myself with a chuckle. As with all the other works in this series there was nothing in it to identify the model, but the painting was obviously that of a mature subject, the labia being well developed and slightly apart, revealing the glistening interior of what had to be an aroused pussy. I wonder what happened prior to that session, I chuckled to myself. The hood of her clit was very prominent and in a way it reminded me of Pammy's and Becky's, even though the clit itself wasn't visible. Marilyn had captured the gleaming delicate folds of the inner labia to perfection, and the smoothness of her labia majora and well pronounced pubic mound indicated that Alice had either had a laser treatment or Marilyn had deliberately left out her sister's pubes in the interest of creating a really special work of art. I was curious to find out which.

True to form, it was my daughter who spoke first to break the silence that had descended upon us as we all gazed in awe at Marilyn's depiction of her sister. "That's what yours is going to look like when you grow older, Pammy," she told her. "Except I bet your clit will be poking out, as usual," she giggled.

"Yeah," Alice commented, "we noticed in your painting that your pussy is very well developed for a young girl and your clitoris was really protruding. Is it really that way or did Marilyn paint it like that on purpose?" she asked, with a smile. Emily giggled and was about to answer for her girlfriend but Pam beat her to it, probably just as well.

"Well, it does poke out a lot. It's been that way since I was a little girl, but we'd all been having a little fun - well, a lot of fun really - at the time we posed, so it kinda, you know, showed up good," she replied.

"And her sister's is like that too," Emily chimed in. "She's sixteen so she's back down that wall somewhere if you want to see hers, too," she added, helpfully. "They both take after her Aunt Maggie more than their mommy, though."

"Sweetie," I told her, laughing, "you are a wealth of information tonight but I don't think these people are interested in Pam's family history."

Alice laughed. "Oh, that's okay Jen, she's only trying to be helpful. And talking about being helpful, Ted," she said, turning to her husband, "it looks like Susie has fallen asleep in your arms. Why don't you take her home and put her to bed. I'd like to stay here and wait until Marilyn arrives with Liz. Do you want to leave with daddy too, sweetheart?" she asked Amanda.

"Nooo, I want to stay here with you, mommy. I wanna see Lizzy too," Amanda pleaded, looking up at her mom with her hands held together as if she were praying. "Please mommy, can I stay?"

"Well, okay. Just don't fall asleep on us," Alice laughed. And she leaned over to plant a kiss on Susie's cheek as her husband, somewhat reluctantly it seemed, turned to leave.

"Bye, daddy," Amanda called to her father as he departed with her little sister. We all waved our good-byes to him and then turned back to Alice's painting.

"Has Marilyn done many portraits of you and Amanda?" I asked Alice. "And Susie, too?" I added.

"Lots," she replied. "I used to let her practice on me when she was a student and then when Amanda and Susie came along they became great subjects for her as well. They just loved posing for her. We have a few of our favorites hanging on the walls at home, some in the living room and a couple in the bedroom."

"Are they all nudies?" Emily asked.

"Not all of them," Alice replied with a smile, "but several are. We keep those in our bedroom, of course, and some of the girls are in their rooms too."

"She did some real hot ones of me and Pammy when we modeled for her," Emily giggled. "You should see them."

"I think those were meant to be private, sweetie," I quickly interrupted before she went any further into exactly how hot those particular paintings were. Alice, however, was smiling knowingly, and I realized immediately that Marilyn had probably ventured in that direction with her own family, too.

At that moment the conversation was thankfully interrupted by the artist herself entering the gallery along with Elizabeth and Becky, both of whom looked absolutely stunning in their short dresses and high heels. So much for the casual look, I thought to myself as Pam ran over to hug her sister, while Marilyn joined Alice to walk over to the table to see Maggie and Karen, leaving Amanda behind with us.

"Oh Becky, you look gorgeous in that dress," Pam told her sister.

"And she looks even better out of it," laughed Elizabeth, winking at Becky. "And look at you, honey," she said to Pam. "Looks like Becky taught you well. Your hair and make-up look so professional. Makes you look so much older. And wow, Emily, you too. You both look like movie stars." Emily smiled with glee and took a bow.

"We just met your auntie Alice and your little cousin, Amanda. Also your even littler cousin – she's so cute, but she fell asleep - and your uncle, but they just left so he could put Susie to bed," Emily told Elizabeth. "And your mom did a great painting of your auntie's pussy. We just saw it – the painting, I mean. It looks so sexy," she giggled, once again trying to say as much as she could in her usual burst of run together sentences.

"You should see it for real," Elizabeth replied, grinning. "It looks even better." Emily gasped.

"All this talk of pussy is making me horny," laughed Becky. "And I haven't even seen the show yet. Who's gonna take me on a tour?"

"I will," Elizabeth told her, adding, "and you're always horny, you little slut. I helped mom and Maggie set up the display so I can tell you all about it. And I made her put our pictures side by side, girlfriend," she giggled.

"Can we come, too?" Emily asked. "We've been around once but it was kinda quick, but it would be cool to hear any stories you have about them – right Pammy?" she smirked, as she nudged her girlfriend.

My ever curious daughter, I thought to myself. Always looking for any juicy tidbits she can get her hands on – or should that be titbits, I smirked, thinking literally as well as figuratively. "I think we'll leave you girls to yourselves then. Sharon and I will go join the rest of the ladies at the greeting table," I said, quickly grabbing my girlfriend's hand and leading her away.

"What was that all about?" she asked me with a puzzled look on her face. "Think we're not wanted or something?"

"Elizabeth might be more inclined to say more if we're not there. She doesn't know us that well yet and I must admit, I'm a bit curious about her family background."

"Oh, I don't know," Sharon replied. "She seemed to get to know us pretty well at our hot tub party that day after we first met her and her mom. I distinctly remember watching you give her pussy a good licking as Becky sat on her face on the deck. If that's not getting to know someone well, I don't know what is," she reminded me with a smirk on her face.

"Well, yeah, I suppose. But everything was a blur that day once things got going, so I'm not sure she'd remember who was licking whom," I laughed, remembering how delicious her sweet teenaged pussy had tasted, and how horny I had become watching her lick and suck on Becky's ample clit. "Kinda makes me horny even now, thinking about it," I told Sharon, feeling my pussy start to moisten as the image came back to me. "Still, I think Emily might feel a bit more likely to try to drag more information out of her if I'm not there to keep saying 'Emily!' Know what I mean?"

"You have a real sneaky side to you, my dear girlfriend," Sharon laughed. "Now I know where Emily gets it from."

"You mean you never noticed before?" I replied, smiling. "I have my ways. Hi ladies," I said to the group around the greeting table, as we arrived. "We left the girls to hang with Elizabeth and Becky as they tour around again. They seem to be having fun and I don't think they need us adults tagging along."

"What about Amanda?" Alice asked. "She must be getting a bit tired. Maybe I should go rescue her from them."

I looked over and saw Emily and Pam now had Amanda between them holding on to her hands as they strolled down the Early Development wall. "Don't worry, Alice," I smiled. "She's in good hands. They will look after her."

"Well, she does seem to be enjoying herself, like she's one of them. They all look so gorgeous together, don't they? Like a group of models out for a party," she smiled.

"Right," I agreed, noticing the gallery starting to fill up with even more visitors. And I wondered just what kind of party might develop.