Naked Portraits Pt. 06

Hello again Literotica reader and welcome to part six. First a few notes on part five. The real person Li Hong was based on really did do a nude photo shoot that found its way to the net. She lost millions in endorsement because of it.

There was a photo of Paul Gleason's seven dead cats on the flash drive. Really creepy stuff. There was nothing sexy about it so I won't post it here at Literotica.

My friend and editor Boston found the painting he thinks is of Gwen Yoshimura and redhead Venus on line. He sent me the link. I'm sure that it's the painting in my story. An old candy apple red Volkswagen Karmman Ghia separates the two figures. The Asian girl depicted has short, reddish brown hair. It's not my painting so I can't post it. Sorry. See you again in part seven.

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Chapter 39 Dreams of Me

In the shitty dim glow provided by a nightlight plugged in a light socket in the far wall, I lay wide awake staring at unfamiliar ceiling tiles.

"I'm not ever going to fall asleep," I groused.

In frustration, I rolled over in the strange bed to stare at a strange plain black door.

If I were with Hawk or Matt ... or both ... I'd already be comfortably asleep.

No ... you'd be screwing around, my lizard brain interjected.

True, but at least I'd be asleep at some point. After sex I slept like the dead. My eyes traveled to the upper corners of the room to the video cameras mounted on tripods pointed at the bed. The sight of them pushed sleep even further away. I tugged at my t-shirt to make sure I was properly covered. For comfort's sake, the psych grad in charge advised me that I should dress for bed in my usual mode.

Yeah right.

My usual sleeping attire was just panties and wouldn't that be great for all theses cameras? Tonight, I wore a long-sleeved t-shirt with Van Gogh's Starry Night depicted on the front and light cotton, gray sweat pants with a drawstring. I bought my new sleep clothes the day before just for tonight. The room turned out to be a little chilly so long sleeves and sweat pants turned out to be a good idea. I rolled onto my back. My eyes kept flickering from one camera to the next.

Why don't you masturbate? Lizard brain suggested. You'll fall asleep right after.

NO! my more logical half interceded.

This one time, I agreed with Miss Logic. Aside from the fact that masturbating in this situation was totally unthinkable, the strange bed, sterile room and cold soulless cameras didn't put me in the mood whatsoever. And for those same reasons, I couldn't get to sleep.

I was told that if I got thirsty, I could go down to the end of the hall to get something to drink from a mini fridge stocked with water, caffeine free soft drinks and juice. The grad in charge of the sleep shift warned that I wasn't allowed beyond the little kitchenette where the fridge was because the wireless sticky sensors tacked to my forehead, chest and right wrist would lose contact with the computer that kept track of my vitals. The sensors were another thing keeping me awake. Thinking of the them made the skin where they were stuck itch.

Three beers would put me down just fine, I thought. But I had read the part in the instructions about drinking or using drugs. If I had shown up with either in my system I'd be disqualified as a test subject. I needed this money, a cool two hundred fifty bucks, so I followed the rules. Stupid Paul didn't. He had smoked some pot last night and got his ass kicked off the project. "Who knew they would make us pee in a cup?" he complained on the way out.

Unable to take it any longer, I got out of bed to go get a soda. The light in the hall beyond my room seemed excessively bright. My eyes ache and I had to put a hand to my brow to shield them as I walked to the little kitchenette. I opened the little fridge and selected a mini four ounce can of ginger ale and drank it all down in one long draw. After tossing the can onto the recycle bin, I made my way back to my room. I yawned on the way back relieved to see the first signs off sleepiness. Weirdly, the lights overhead seemed to have gotten brighter.

"What the fuck is up with these light?" I complained aloud as I squinted to the point of almost shutting my eyes.

Near blind, I fumbled for the doorknob to my room and slipped in quickly, glad to be back in the dim space away from the stupid bright lights. A second yawn hit. I was close to dropping as I stepped toward the bed. Then I stopped and let out a yelp of surprise. Someone sat on the bed looking at me.

"Sorry, I have the wrong room," I said groggily. The bright lights outside must have confused me. I turned to leave and yelped again. Some chick was blocking my way. She looked right at me wide eyed and surprised. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that I was looking in a mirror. Then I realized that it wasn't just any mirror, it was the one on the back of Hawk's dorm room door. Reflected behind me was Hawk, wrapped in a blanket, sound asleep in his bed with my painting of Shelly looming on the wall above him. On the opposite dorm room bed sat a woman.

I was so fucking sleepy that it was hard to gather my thoughts. "Did I just step through the mirror?" I asked thinking that it was a logical possibility.

The seated woman laughed musically. "Hello Alice," she said.

I turned to face her just as she clicked on the reading lamp attached to the wall at the head of the bed. Instantly, I shielded my eyes from the unusually strong light.

"Sorry Alice," the figure said and bent the goose neck lamp down to dampen the light.

"My name's Gwen," I corrected.

"I know lolo. I'm just joking with you."

I wasn't surprised at all to see that the seated figure was the short hair version of me from Betty's painting ... and my dreams.

"Looks like I fell asleep after all," I said. The word sleep made my eyes want to close, but with heroic effort, I managed to kept them open. The other me sat cross-legged on the bed. She wore a satiny black bra and matching panties. "This proves that I"m dreaming," I said. "My underwear never matches." The other me laughed, I liked the sound of her laugh, it was sexy and friendly ... "Do I laugh like that?" I asked her.

Short-haired me stood up from the bed. I admired her toned athletic body.

"I've been working out too," I said proudly.

It was true. Hawk bought me a membership at the Waikiki Sunset Gym. I've even taken to running with him every now and then too. I pulled my meandering mind back into focus as best I could.

"You look so athletic," I complemented.

"You have a nice figure too," she said returning the complement. "You look like a dancer."

"Like in 'Shelly New Dance'?" I asked.

Short-hair me nodded and said, "She's fucked up but actually quite likeable."

"That's what Jade Tama said," I said sleepily.

Automatically, my eyes went to the painting of Shelly over Hawk's bed. Then I started to sway and spin on the spot like a ballerina, although I've never taken ballerina lessons in my life.

The other me laughed and started dancing too.

The part of me that still clung to the straws of reality, begged me to ask this other me how Betty had come to paint her into the portrait. Of course that didn't happen; I was having too much fun dancing. I looked at the swaying other me in her sexy matching black bra and panties. She spun in a delicate circle. I did the same. A Billy Idol song floated in my head.

"Look ... I'm dancing with myself," I said sharing the joke.

"It's Hawk's birthday," short hair said. "Wanna give him a cool present that will blow his mind?"

"Okay," I said.

Other me danced over to Hawk's bed. She sat on the edge and roughly shook his shoulder.

"Go away you succubus," Hawk said groggily. "I have to get up early."

"You always have to get up early," she said and kept shaking him.

He refused to budge so she grabbed the light blanket covering him and pulled it away exposing his naked body surrounded by a purplish sheet, dusty mauve would be a good name for the color, I thought pointlessly with my sleepy brain. My eyes went to the semi erection twitching on his stomach. Without being asked, I sat on the bed too and took Hawk's growing erection into my hands. Instantly, he went from semi to full at my touch.

"Aw man, this just ain't fair," he grumbled with his eyes still closed. "What is it with you Japanee girl? How is this possible? I fucked you twice tonight and yet here I'm up again?"

"Like you said, I'm a succubus," I said.

To prove the the point, I bent my head and took him into my mouth. I could taste me ... no wait, that would be short hair me, the real me is asleep in a strange room at the dream study.

Hawk said something but in my sleepy-eyed state I didn't catch it. He tried to pull away from me, but I held my ground, or more accurately, I held his dick. A gentle hand squeeze my shoulder, I stopped and let Hawk's erection fall from my mouth and looked up into the face of short-hair me.

"He wants to fuck you," she said as she coaxed me to my feet. Facing me, she put her hands at my hips, I raised my arms over my head and she pulled the Starry Night shirt off me. Absurdly, she sung a few versus from Don Mclean's 'Vincent.'

"Betty loves that song," I said foggily.

She undid the drawstring on my sweats, put her hands at my hips and dropped the sweats to the floor exposing my red panties with sunflowers on them.

"Going for the full Van Gogh I see," she said with a crooked smile.

I liked the smile; it was cute and sexy. "Do I smile that way?" I asked Hawk.

My eyes fell on Hawk's long naked body surrounded by dusty mauve. I looked into his face, his sun streaked blond hair a mess, a day's growth of beard adorned his cheeks and chin, an expression of wonder etched his features.

"You've seen me topless a gagillion times," I said puzzled, but pleased by the look of desire on his face. Sitting on the edge of the bed again, I touched his cheek enjoying the roughness of the reddish stubble. He caressing my hand that touched his sweet face.

My eyes fell on the electronic sensor stuck to the wrist of my extended hand. "Sorry about these," I said as I looked down and touched the round sensor near my heart, and then the ones on my forehead.

"I think their lovely," short hair said softly as Hawk's fingers brushed the sensor on my wrist.

My eyes slid down to his erect penis stretched across his midsection. My sun flower panties were gone and I wondered lazily what had become of them as I crawled on top of Hawk. I gripped his erection. And like I've done countless times before, pierced myself with his hardness.

I gasped several sharp breaths as I slowly took him all in. "This never gets old," I told him.

The other me sat on the edge of the bed to watch.

"Watching is Hawk's thing," I felt compelled to tell her. I gasped as Hawk started moving under me.

"You heard the girl, get naked so I can watch," Hawk said to the other me.

With her cute crooked smile, she removed her bra then lifted herself to her knees and slid down the panties. Her bush was a nicely trimmed, pleasing black triangle. For no apparent reason I thought of Li Hong the Olympic diving champion from Maui.

"I kissed Li Hong," I said pointlessly.

Short hair moved up and bent to kiss Hawk. As their mouths met he gave a rough upward push with his hips. I tilted my head and mimicked their kiss with my mouth, and then my eyes dropped closed as heavy sleep threatened ...

... Hawk's tongue felt warm and silky as he explored my mouth. I willed my eyes to open and sat back to look into his handsome face. He looked back at me with hot desire and ... awe? I turned my head to watch the other me roll her hips, her eyes were closed, the sheer pleasure on her face apparent, the sensors on her forehead and chest made the scene seem like something out of a science-fiction movie adding a strange funky thrill. I liked the way her long hair fanned over her shoulders as she bobbed up and down. Even with her small breasts, there was a pleasing little bounce. A sudden intense longing for my hair to be long again washed over me. With a frown, I brushed my fingers through my short boyish hair. With thumb and index finger, I pinched the hair at my bangs and passed it before my eyes to inspect the reddish brown color. I got up and walked to Hawk's dressing mirror on the back of the door to inspect my short hair.

I certainly look good, I thought. My eyes dropped to my neatly trimmed pubic area and delicately traced the boundaries with the fingers of both hands. Over my shoulder In the mirror, I saw long hair me rocking frantically. Hawk's eyes were wide open watching her sway above him. His eyes turned to me and fixed on my toned backside. I turned and walked toward the bed enjoying the twinkle of pure lust in his eyes as I advanced.

Knowing my own body signs well, I said, "She's coming."

I sat on the edge of the bed and right on cue, longhair froze in position. She let out a gasp followed by tiny aggressive bucks of her hips. Hawk's hands covered her breasts, her hands covered his holding them in place. Insanely, I felt the unmistakable edge of an orgasm building in me too. "Oh my!" I gasped and closed my eyes.

A pointless memory of an old TV commercial filled my head. An Asian girl in a black bra and panties lay on her side on a bed playfully wrestled with some guy. The girl cringes and turns her face towards the camera as a column of water smacks her whole in the face. I don't remember what product the commercial was selling. My hands gripped my small b-cups and unexpectedly, I encounter Hawk's hands already there ...

... with my chest heaving from excursion, my eyes flutter open. Short hair sat at the head of the bed with her eyes closed gripping her breasts. "Fuck me," she said through clenched teeth.

"Me?" I asked confused and sleepy.

"No! Him!" she barked.

Hawk coaxed me off him. In sleepy slow motion, I got up and sat on the other bed just a couple of feet away. I grabbed a handful of my long hair and inspected it like a hippy chick high on LSD. Beyond my fist full of hair I saw short hair get on her hands and knees on the dorm bed and Hawk enter her roughly from behind. They quickly got up to speed. For a few seconds, he held a hand full of her short hair, pulling her head back, then she slipped his grasp and her head bowed low to the bed.

"If your hair was longer that would be easier," I said.

"Shut up," short hair hissed with her head low and her ass up high. Hawk went at her fast and hard and she met every thrust with a grunt and a cuss. "Fuck me! Fuck this dirty Japanese bitch! Make me cum! Make me scream for big white dick!"

I laughed, I was never into dirty talk and it sounded so strange coming out of the other me. Then out of the blue, without being touched, the beginning stages of an orgasm built in me. "That's odd," I said with a hitch in my voice. Suddenly, talking dirty seemed like a hot thing to do. I thought of my night with Kira and Emiko and in Japanese I said,. "You like his big dick in you you bitch?"

Short hair shouted back in Japanese, "Yes!"

I got up and stood over them. "He loves fucking Asian chicks like you!"

"Don't stop!" she begged.

"Him or the dirty talk?" I asked giddy and sleepy all at once.

"Both!...Both!" she insisted in Japanese.

"He should treat you like a chick in a porn flick."

"Yes...like...a porn flick..."

"Beg him to cum on your face!" I demanded.

"Cum on my face," she said in Japanese as she raised her face off the bed.

I grabbed a hand full of her short hair and pulled her head back. "In English!"

"Cum on my face Hawk! I want you to cum on my face!" she yelled in English.

Hawk pulled out of her, I let go of her hair, she dropped on the bed onto her back and he straddled her chest. Feeling wickedly dirty, I gripped his shiny wet erection making sure it was aimed at her properly. Seconds later, I watched five long ropes of jizz spray onto her beautiful Japanese face.

Slowly stroking Hawk's wet twitching member, I said in English, "You are one fucked up chick."

Short hair laughed and slapped at Hawk's thighs. I released him and stood up from the bed. Hawk got off of her and stood next to me. Then, standing right there, my orgasm hit me like a velvet wrecking ball. My hands dropped between my legs and I shut my eyes ...

... the warmth on my face felt distinctly foreign and I hesitated to move not wanting it to get it anywhere else on me. I opened my eyes and looked at long hair with her hands at her crotch. She canted to her right and would have gone down if Hawk hadn't grabbed her around the waist.

"That was neat," long hair said with a goofy laugh, her eyes barely open.

I sat up gingerly and there was nothing I could do to prevent the cooling liquid on my face from getting to other parts of me. Most landed on my thighs and breasts. For no reason, I felt compelled to look at the painting of Shelly over the bed. But the painting was replaced by Betty's portrait of Venus and me. Oddly, my face in the painting was covered in jizz. I shifted to my knees on the bed and knelt face to face with my image in the painting. She smiled and I screamed!

I sat up in the bed at the psych sleep lab. My hands went to my face and I screamed again when they came away wet. But I calmed a bit when I saw that it was just sweat from my forehead. Next, I grabbed at my hair and sighed with relief when I saw that it was long and brown.

Impossibly thirsty, I left the room to get something to drink. I braced myself for the bright lights in the hall but they were tolerable, in fact, the hall was quite dim, almost dark. The bright light must have been part of the dream. At the little kitchenette, I sucked down the three remaining tiny ginger ales, one after another wishing they were beers. The sodas quenched my thirst but now I was super hungry.

I went back to my room, peeked in cautiously half expecting to see short hair me sitting on the bed. Thankfully she wasn't there. With a sigh of relief, I slipped into the room. I sat on the bed and looked at the tiny voice recording device on the nightstand. Part of the deal was for me to record my dreams in detail the moment I awoke. It stressed me out at how pornographic the dream had been and the thought of sharing it with a bunch of science geeks embarrassed to no end. But I had accepted money for this gig plus I had hopes of getting some help from the program. I picked up the recording devise, took a deep breath and in explicit detail documented my dream.

When I was done with the recording, I decided to bail. I changed out of my sleeping clothes to my street clothes, stuffed everything in my backpack and walked the recording to the head nightshirt grad. I told her I was done for the night and wanted to go home.

"Your readings were off the chart," the psych grad said looking at a computer screen. "You must have been dreaming up a storm."

"Yeah a storm," I said and hoped that she wouldn't listen to the recording of my dream until later. Another grad removed the sensors from my forehead. Anxious to get out, I said that that I would remove the other sensors myself at home because I didn't want to miss the last bus out to Waikiki. It was a total lie, the buses to Waikiki ran all night.

The head grad offered to call campus security to escort me to the bus stop. I told her no need, the way was well lit and I'd be fine. On the way out, my stomach rumble. Across the street from the bus stop on University Avenue is a Burger King. From psych, I made a beeline to the restaurant and ordered a meal that would have made a sumo wrestler wobble. Incredibly, I consumed three whoppers, two large orders of curly fries and washed it all down with a large drink. As I got a second refill on my soda, I contemplated ordering something from the dessert menu. I quickly changed my mind when I saw that the people at the counter were staring at me and they all saw the sensor stuck to my right wrist. They probably thought I was an escapee from a psych ward ... and in a way ... I was.