The Muse (Audio Script)

Stories

I step back and examine the canvas from a few feet away. Something isn’t quite right…ah, I know what it is. The proportions between the neck and the shoulders are off. I think I’m going to need a model to finish this painting. I haven’t painted a silhouette since art school, so I’m a little out of practice. Hmm. I wonder if you’re in your studio next door. Maybe…if you’re free… you might want to pose for me. No harm in asking…

We’ve both been renting studios in this industrial building for the last three years or so. We became good friends just chatting whenever we ran into each other in the halls. Then, we started running into each other at gallery openings nearby. Finally, we started going out for drinks together once a month or so. It’s always been casual between us. So is it weird if I ask you to pose silhouette for me?

“Just a second!”

You’ve always struck me as adventurous. Not to mention, you are extremely attractive - you would make an excellent model, especially for this piece. I think you might be just the inspiration I need.

“Tyrell, hey. Come in on!”

“Hey Avni - how's it going?”

I tell you the predicament I’m in: that I’m working on a new piece but my life drawing skills are rusty. To be honest, I’m preparing myself for rejection...

“Yeah? You know, I could model for you if you’d like. I’d love to be immortalized into one of your gorgeous paintings. ”

I’m pleasantly surprised by your gracious offer. Mostly because you’ve saved me the awkwardness of asking you to pose silhouette. You tell me you need to wrap up a sculpture you’re working on and that you’ll be over in a few minutes. I probably shouldn’t read into it too much, but the fact that you offered to pose for me is very…interesting. You wouldn’t have offered to pose for just anyone, would you? I tidy up my studio a little bit before you arrive. I clear off the rolls of unstretched canvas from the blue couch by the window and return some of my scattered books to the shelf. As I’m cleaning, I can’t help but imagine what you’re going to look like beneath your clothes. I know it’s not exactly the most appropriate train of thought, but I kind of can’t help myself. I guess I’ll find out what you look like silhouette soon enough...

“Hey, I’m all finished up. So, where do you want me? ”

I point towards the couch. Before I’m settled in front of my easel, your hands are pulling at the clasp of your stained oversized jeans. Suddenly, you stop and your eyes meet mine...

“You did mean silhouette, right?”

“Yeah, silhouette.”

You’ve always been good at breaking the ice. I appreciate you lightening the mood a little bit. You resume undressing. For your privacy, I busy myself with preparing my palette, keeping my eyes low towards the ground. I look up and see that you’re completely undressed now and splayed across my couch like a reclining Roman goddess. I tear my eyes away and clear my throat. This may not have been the best idea. How the hell am I going to focus with you lying silhouette in front of me?

I glance back and forth between you and my half-finished canvas. You spread your legs open just slightly. I’ve got to stay professional. I can’t let myself get too distracted. I have to finish this painting. You’re staring directly at me as I press my brush to the canvas. There’s a hint of a smirk on your lips. Fuck. Are you making it hard for me to concentrate on purpose? I resume editing the bodily proportions of the figure I’ve already painted. Using your body as a reference, I draw my brush downward across the canvas, getting lost in the soft curves of your hips and stomach. My brush forming your soft lines. We chat as I work. You are incredibly comfortable with the situation, despite the fact that you’re completely silhouette in front of me. I’m guessing you’ve modeled for artists before. It’s really admirable that you’re so open and free with your body. I, on the other hand, am just getting more and more nervous as time goes by. I wonder what kinds of things you like to do in bed...

Whoa. No. Where did that thought come from? I gotta stay professional. I gotta finish this painting. You’re my friend. And this is work. I look down and see that my cock is starting to stiffen. Ah, damn it. God, I can feel it pressing up against my boxers now. I really hope you can’t see it. But…then again…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you did. I start depicting the breasts of the figure in my painting now. I study yours to get a sense of the curves of them. They dip downward and rest heavily on the couch. I wonder if your chest are sensitive. There I go again. I really need to stop thinking about your breasts. And how it might feel to cup them in my hands. I mix together a new shade of blue in my palette to refocus myself. I look up at you once again and paint a thick circular line around the canvas. Here we go, Okay. I’m in the groove now. I look back and forth between you and the painting every few moments. I notice a hint of a smirk rising on your lips...

“Is there…something I can help you out with? ”

Huh? Your eyes are focused on me, staring at something beneath my waist. Something...oh no. I look down. I have a full-on throbbing erection. It tent-poles my pants outward slightly. My cock is twitching with excitement. I look over at you and thankfully you seem amused rather than appalled by it.

“Looks like you’re getting a little excited over there. I’m guessing you like what you see. ”

There’s no hiding how hard I am now. It should be pretty clear to you that I find you incredibly attractive without your clothes on. You sit up on the couch, breaking the position you’ve held for the last fifteen minutes or so, while I painted you.

“I’m so sorry…this is really embarrassing.”

To my surprise, you beckon me forward with your hand. I place my paintbrush down and slowly make my way towards the couch. You motion for me to sit down beside you. I can’t tell if you’re disturbed or angry or what you’re feeling, but your eyes are locked on my erection. You reach out and take my hand as I sit. You draw it slowly towards your hips. Are you…? Do you want me to touch you? You guide my hand forward, down your thick luscious thigh. Mmm, your body is so warm and your skin is so soft…you’re drawing my hand upward, between your legs. What are we doing?

“Avni...”

“Do you feel how wet I am? Let me show you... ”

Your pussy is slick with desire. And your clit trembles as my fingers press against it. I draw two fingers upwards and explore your inner labia. Your folds are so swollen and wet. You lie back against the couch, throwing an arm carelessly over your head. You give me full access to your body, spreading your legs open wide. What a sight...you arch your neck and close your eyes, enjoying my touch. I use my free hand to rub small circles around your round, supple chest. Your body looks gorgeous writhing underneath me. I want to know how I can make you moan and quiver even more. I draw my hand up to your cheek and slide my thumb across your lips. You take it into your mouth hungrily and begin to suck. Mmm, my cock twitches in my pants at the sight of your lips puckering around my finger. Oh, you look so fucking hot like this. I press down lightly on your cilt and rub it in slow counter-clockwise circles. Over and over again…around and around…circling around that sensitive little spot of yours. Just like that. You press your hips upward, grinding yourself onto my hand. Oh god, you love this so much, don’t you?

“Mmm...”

My cock is begging for attention now. I use one hand to unbutton my jeans and yank them down. Suddenly, you sit up and push me backwards until I’m pressed up against the couch. Fuck, you are so sexy when you take control. You lean over me, your hand drifting over my cock and making it twitch with delight. Each of your knees settles around my hips and you hover over my shaft. You take the base into your hand and guide my cock...slowly...slowly deep up inside you.

You feel so soft. I slide slowly nearly all the way out and stay there for a second. And then gently…very gently my cock eases his way back inside you. I continue like this, slowly building up our rhythm, and finding a connection in the motion of our bodies. You ride me gently, up and down. I feel all of your parts around me...both of us bucking, twisting in pleasure, our bodies meeting in a close, gentle embrace.

You’re so wet. You lean forward and press your lips into mine. Our tongues dance as I slide in and out of you. Gradually building speed. In and out…in…and out. In…and out…sliding so firmly in. As soon as I’m out, I want to right back in...

I am sliding so firmly now, in and out of you. You taking me all in. Ah…you feel amazing. Oh God...you lift yourself up and down. Again and again, bouncing up and down on me. I love how you fuck yourself on me. Looking up at you and seeing your huge bouncing breasts and your open mouth is making me even harder...

“Fuck me from behind.”

You climb off of me and turn over onto your knees. You press your ass out towards me and I quickly sit up and push my hips up against your backside. My cock slides so easily inside of you and I take a moment to just sit, to just feel myself spreading you apart. Oh, baby…

I reach my hand around your hips and slide two fingers over your clit. Oh, god, you are so smooth, so wet. It’s leaking out of you… sliding down your thigh…I rub your clit with long circular strokes. Going faster and faster now. You like that? I love to touch your clit. I build my speed, and slowly build the pressure with my fingers. You grip the armrest of the couch and tilt your neck to the side as pleasure overwhelms you. You feel that? You like that, don’t you? You like the way I fuck you? You feel so good. I kiss the back of your neck and play with your clit. I love fucking you from behind. I love the feeling of your ass, smacking against my body.

Oh god, You're so wet. I can feel your inner walls tightening around me. Are you getting close? Are you getting close, baby? I lick your neck, and kiss your hair. You taste so good. Ah you’re sweat, your soft skin...I fuck you harder now. You gonna passion baby? I’m so close. Oh, fuck, we’re both going to passion. We’re both about to passion, aren’t we? Yeah, baby, yeah!

You lean forward and lay your body against mine. I wrap my arms around your hips and press my forehead into your shoulder. Both of us pant heavily, our chests heaving, our bodies dewy and warm.

“That was...unexpected.”

“I guess you still have a painting to finish, huh?”

I slowly slide out from under you, take a moment and just look at you… amused, return to my canvas. Without any of my clothes on, I pick up my paintbrush and take another long look at your silhouette, reclining body as you settle back into position on the couch. Okay…let’s get back to work, shall we? I think I’ve found my inspiration.