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Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Twenty-Two

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“My Body is Your Canvas”

As I knock on the studio door and wait for Patrick to answer I have to pinch myself.  I can’t believe I am here! I am excited for whatever his creative mind has in store for me. I’m not going to lie I was thrilled when he asked me at the bar the other night if I would pose for him. Of course my mind went straight for the naughty when he said he wanted to explore me but then he quickly corrected himself when we all looked at him and said, “Ladies please get your minds out of the gutter, this is all about art. She has these amazing lines that I must capture.”

“Annie. Hello! So glad you could make it.” Patrick is wearing faded blue jeans and a thin white t-shirt splattered with paint. He is not wearing his beanie today so his reddish brown hair is loose and wild and all I can think about is running my fingers through it. Whoa girl, slow down. “Hi Patrick. I’m excited to help you out.” As we walk into the dimly lit studio I look around and see that he has a couple of stations set up; a huge canvas on an easel sits in one corner against a white back drop and a black back drop takes up space in another corner with a tripod and camera. A single stool sits in the middle of the floor surrounded by black. “I am very happy you agreed to be my subject today. My students really enjoyed having you in class the other night as did I.” Now I am blushing and smile at him.

He looks at me with those brown eyes and I feel warmth in my belly and then my awkward side comes out and I start babbling. “I wasn’t sure what to wear so I just wore something that I could slip out of easily.” He laughs and I realize what I am saying. “No, wait. That came out wrong. I meant I wanted to give you easy access. Oh God that is worse. I am going to shut up now.” I cover my face with my hands and start to giggle. “Are you nervous?” I peek through my fingers and nod my head. “It’s ok. I will guide you and tell you exactly what I want you to do. You actually wore the right clothes for this project.” He looks over my slightly off the shoulder grey shirt and black leggings and nods approval. “Yes perfect. You don’t mind if you get paint on these do you?”

“Not at all. I figured that I might get dirty so I wore my ‘I don’t care about getting messy’ clothes.” He gives me this sly smile. Damn it I did it again. “Why don’t we start with some photographs to help you relax. You can put your stuff down on the table over there and then come sit down on the stool.” He walks away and I of course start over thinking about what I said. I must sound like an idiot.  Maria told me that he has never invited any of the models back to his studio before so that must mean something but what? I don’t know why I am so nervous. I admit it has been a while since I have dated but this isn’t a date. Is it? Sara would tell me to snap out of it and stop being so silly.

“Annie are you ready?” I shake myself out of my foolish thoughts and walk over to the stool. He directs me to sit down and turns my stool more to one side. “May I touch you so that I can place you exactly where I need you to be?” I say yes and he starts to manipulate my body by moving my shoulders and head and then tugging my sleeve down more. “I need you to drop your head back as far as you can so that I can get your collarbone to stick up more. It may be uncomfortable but it is important to hold the pose for as long as possible.” He goes behind the camera and makes some adjustments and comes back to me. “Do you have a top on under this one? I really need to have you take it off or I have to cut it to get the frame I need.”

He is so close to me I can smell his cologne and my heart skips a beat. He smells so good! Like lemon, Cedarwood and musk all rolled into one. Kind of like Michael but I stop myself before I go down that road. “I have on a bandeau top on.” He lifts my shirt and I raise my arms to allow him to pull it over my head. My hair falls loose from its side ponytail and he simply brushes it off my shoulder. His touch gives me goose bumps. “Ok so are you ready? Remember to hold the pose for as long as you can I will let you know when to relax.”

He moves behind the camera and starts clicking away. I am leaning so far back I am afraid I may fall off the stool at any moment. I feel my neck getting stiff but do my best to stay still. “Ok relax for a moment.” I pull myself forward and shake my head to loosen up. “So what exactly are you trying to capture?” He pops his head out from behind the camera. “I will show you once I take a few more shots. Are you ready?” I assume the same position and again he starts clicking away. I hear movement and suddenly feel him very close to me. “Almost done just a few more shots you are doing great.” The clicking of the camera is comforting to me. Like an eye that blinks I image the lens is taking in everything that our eyes won’t see. “And. Done. You can sit up now.” Again I stretch my neck and shake my head. “Come here and tell me what you think.”

I walk over and he has the images up on a computer screen. All I see is what looks like a sand dune captured in black and white. It takes me a few seconds to realize that what I am looking at is my collarbone and shoulder. I have no idea what he did but it is beautiful. “That’s incredible! How did you do that?” He smiles again and says “it was all you all I did was capture it. You are my muse it seems. If you are up to it I would like to sketch you next, maybe even paint you.” I smile at him and he takes me by the hand and leads me to the canvas. He positions me in front of the white back drop and goes and stands in front of the canvas. I am standing barefoot in my top and black leggings staring back at him as his eyes scan me from head to toe. It doesn’t feel right to have clothes on after posing nude for his class the other night so I pull the bandeau top over my head and let it drop to the floor. He looks up at me. I slowly push my leggings down and step out of them as well. I am now naked with my hands at my sides shaking with anticipation and excitement. I give myself a mental pat on the back for shaving before I came over and stifle a giggle.

I watch as his hands move back and forth across the canvas as he looks from me to the canvas and back to me again. Suddenly he drops his pencil and comes up to me. “I need to paint you. It is the only way I can get it right.” I kind of thought that was what he was going to do and the look of confusion on my face makes him laugh. “Sorry what I mean is I want to paint YOU. Here like this.” He has a squeeze bottle of paint and grabs my hand pulling me closer to him. I am looking into his eyes and feel the cool, wet slickness of the paint and it slides over my chest. I look down and I am covered in blue paint and he is slowly spreading it with his soft hands, his thumbs brush against my nipples and I moan. He steps back slightly and continues to move the paint over my body; his hands the brush.

My breathing comes faster as he moves his hands down my legs and then back up between them stopping just short of my pubic hair and moving his hands around to my backside and cupping my ass. The pressure of his hands is constant as he moves again over my nipples and my body responds by arching against his fingers. He moves closer and gently kisses me letting his tongue flick across my lips. I wrap my arms around him and pull his shirt up and over his head. The paint is now covering both of us as we continue to kiss slowly at first and then more urgently. His hands are in my hair as he pulls me closer to him. I am pulling at his jeans pushing them down until we are skin to skin. I close my eyes and get lost in his touch and the taste of his mouth on mine. We are touching each other trying to explore but the paint works with us as well as against us. He pulls away for a moment and takes me by the hand and leads me to another room just off of the studio. At first I think he is taking me to the bedroom but then realize we are in a large bathroom with a walk in shower. “You are a naughty girl Annie. I like it. Let’s get this paint off of you so that I can truly explore you.”

Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Fourteen

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“The Perfect Valentine Date”

Today is Valentine’s Day; a day that I have always wished would just go away in the past. The pressure is on all sides to “show” the one you love how much you care by forking over a ridiculous amount of money on flowers and forget about the pressure to propose on this day if you have been dating for a while. Those commercials about that jewelry store and their damn diamonds…argh gets me so mad every time.  As if the only way to say you love someone is with diamonds.

I am going to look past all that because tonight I have a date with Michael.  It is our fourth and so far he has been the perfect gentleman which is good but kind of annoying at the same time.  Every time he kisses me I get weak in the knees.  It is the prefect amount of lips, tongue and pressure and just makes me tingle all over.  I was not too sure about a date on tonight of all nights but I got the most beautiful red roses and purple tulips this morning with a note that said “To my beautiful girl” so I am going to just go with it and see what happens.  It will be good no matter what it is.

I have no idea where we are going but I am excited as each date he seems to surprise me more and more.  Never typical and ends with a kiss on the hand and then he pulls me in close for a deep kiss, hands in the hair and then releases me right when things get hot.  I think I am more frustrated than he is at this point.  Sara laughs because I usually end up taking a cold shower after our dates.  Wow I sound like a 19 year old guy who is trying to score.  There is something about him that I can’t put my finger on. He is mysterious and dark and slightly dangerous in a sexy way.

I know he works for the government but he is pretty tight lipped about it saying that he can’t talk about it but I know it is something in the military.  He doesn’t like to talk about himself either and is always asking me questions about myself and what I like and don’t like.  Almost as if he is taking mental notes for future use.  He stares at me so intensely and I feel that in his head he is doing very naughty things to me and when I ask him what he is thinking about he just bites his lip and smiles which of course sends shivers down my spine…..those lips, oh how I like to kiss those lips.

At exactly 6 pm Michael is at my door to pick me up.  He looks delicious as usual.  Tonight he is dressed in a fitted buttoned down black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark blue jeans and dress shoes.  And he smells so good a woody, leather scent that just makes me want to sniff him at the base of his neck.  He steps back and looks me over a couple of times.  I am wearing a sleeveless black dress with white hearts along the bottom, a red shrug and red heels to match.  I decided to pull my hair back into a messy bun; a look that Sara calls my sexy librarian look.   “Annie you are simply stunning this evening.”  He leans in and kisses my cheek and inhales my scent.  “You smell like vanilla and chocolate, mmmm.”

This makes me blush for some reason.  His tone is playful but there is a certain urgency underneath, almost a lust.  Most interesting.  “Thank you Michael.  You look very handsome this evening.”  He holds out his hand and I place my hand in his and he leads me to his car.  This bit is something that took time for me to get used to but I find there is something so sweet about this gesture.  I thought he was trying to impress me at first but then I realized he meant it.  Maybe that is how he gets women to swoon over him.  Everywhere we go women are always staring at him.  His presence is very commanding so I don’t blame them one bit.

Dinner is amazing and Michael is again full of surprises.  He arranged to have some of my favorites prepared by the chef; caprese salad, Chicken saltimbocca in a lemon sauce and for dessert, chocolate covered strawberries.   We have our own table in the corner looking out over the ocean.  He is giving me that look again and I feel tingles in all the right spots.  It could also be the bottle of champagne we drank too.  He leans in close so that our lips are almost touching.  “Are you ready for the second part of our date?”  I can only nod because all I can think about are his lips.  He comes all the way in and kisses the corner of my mouth and then licks his lips.  “You had a bit of chocolate but I got it.”  Yes definitely tingling now.  He is saying and doing all the right things I can only hope the rest of the evening goes like this.

Our drive to part two of the date is short and when I look around I realize where we are.  “Why are we at the museum?  I thought they closed hours ago.”  He just smiles that smile again and comes around and opens the door for me.  “I know the curator.  He owed me a favor.  I know that you mentioned how much you love art and everything related to it so I wanted to see it through your eyes.”  I am speechless.  This is my favorite little museum and right now I know there are many great artists on display and I get to see them without the crowds!

We walk inside and the curator is waiting with two flutes of champagne which Michael takes from him and hands a glass to me.  “To an evening you will never forget.”  There is a twinkle in his eyes and I know he has something up his sleeve and I can’t wait to find out.  He leads me down to the West Wing and we step into the first room.  Some of my favorite artists are here displayed just for me.  Water Lilies and The Garden at Givenry by Monet, The Birth of Venus and Primavera by Botticelli, Starry Night and Sunflowers by Van Gogh just to name a few.  I realize that he has listened to every little thing I have said.  Displayed are some of my favorite paintings by some of my favorite artists.

He stands behind me as I take in the paintings and I can feel his breath on my bare neck.  I tilt my head slightly and he takes this moment to kiss my neck and I lean back against him.  He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tightly against him and I can feel that he is most definitely excited to have me against him.  He runs his hands down my hips and up my backside.  A moan escapes me and he turns me and kisses me very deeply pulling me to him and his hands are all over me.  I have my hands on his back and I can feel his muscles respond to me.  He pulls back and gives me this grin.

He leads me to a few more rooms and again he attacks me as I try to look at the art.  I am getting very worked up and I can see that he is too.  I look around and giggle.  There are cameras everywhere so our little make out session has been filmed.  At least the guards will not be bored.  He looks up and sees what I am looking at.  There is a dark corner and he pulls me into it.  “There are no cameras here.”  He whispers.  Suddenly his hands are in places they haven’t been before and I am so turned on but worried the curator is going to walk in on us.

He pulls my red shrug off and kisses my shoulders and turns me so that I am facing away from him.  I feel him start to unzip my dress.  Oh my heaven!   He plants kisses down my back until he gets to my red lace panties.  He pulls on them with his teeth.  He runs his hands up under my dress and gently touches the top of my panties.  My whole body shivers again and I hear him chuckle low in his throat.  Quickly he stands up and pulls me in for a kiss. He bites my lower lip lightly.  “Have you ever been to the Planetarium?”

I have to catch my breath he has me so distracted.  One minute I am worried about the silly curator walking in and now I am screaming in my head for him to not stop.  “No, Not here.  I didn’t know they had one.  I always just come to look at the paintings.”  He gets that hungry look on his face and I suddenly realize that what I have been waiting for is going to happen and now I am shivering with anticipation.  He leads me down another hall through the East Wing and to a door with no windows.  There is a flashing green light on the wall and when the automatic doors open and the light turns red.  I am getting ready to ask Michael what the light is for when he answers my unasked question. “That means that the show is starting and no one can come in while the light is red.  Keep that thought in mind.”

It is very dark inside and there is soft music playing in the background.  I look up and there are millions of stars displayed onto the rounded ceiling.  They look so real that I forget I am inside a building.  He goes behind a stand in the middle of the room where I assume someone stands to talk about the stars. I am looking up and see that the stars are moving slowly to simulate the evening sky.  “Annie.  Come.  You can lie down and look up all evening if you want.”  I look over and Michael has a thick white blanket spread out on the floor.  He is sitting there looking up at me biting on his lip.  I have noticed that he does this around me.  I find it very sexy.

I walk over and stand before him.  He taps my left foot and motions for me to lift it.  I do and he removes my heel and does the same for my right one. Now he gets up on his knees before me.  His fingers are lightly grazing my legs and right now all I can think about is how very glad I am that I shaved my legs today.  Now his hands are under my dress again and he looks up at me with those light blue eyes.  I feel the tug of my panties as he pulls them down.  His eyes never leave mine.  I place my hands on his shoulders and step out of my undies.

He puts them aside and gently pulls me down so that we are both on our knees facing each other.  I reach out and start to unbutton his shirt pulling the bottom out of his jeans.  I am pleasantly surprised to see that he has a tattoo on the left side of his chest.  It is a tribal wolf with its head raised and there is a dagger piercing the head of the wolf.  I pull his shirt off and touch the tattoo.  His skin is very hot to the touch.  He reaches behind me and unzips my dress for the second time tonight and pulls it over my head in one move.  I am now in my bra and he is in his jeans.

I am taking in his muscles and I can’t seem to stop touching his chest and arms.  It is like touching warm marble, strong and solid.  He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.  I grab his face and pull him to me and kiss him deeply.  I can hear his belt as he undoes it and the zipper of his jeans.  He undoes my bra and now we are both naked on the floor of the Planetarium with the music playing softly and the stars above us.  He is taking his time touching every part of me as I touch every part of him.  It is hot and sexy and I don’t want to it end.  All I can think is that this is the best Valentine’s Day. Ever.