The Empath Cycle: 2013 Two To Tango

"I know. At least she's not shy about letting us know what she wants. It saves all the guesswork."

"Oh, you two. I can't believe you. You're leading me into a life of licentiousness and all you can say is that I politely ask you to stop teasing me when I can't take it anymore."

"Oh yes she was polite about it when she told me to 'suck my clit, bitch, and fuck me right now'. If I hadn't done it yet, it was because I was fascinated by how the more excited she got, the more her asshole was pulsing and even gaping."

"It's Jean's fault. She'd been teasing it each time we made love, promising to teach me how much pleasure I could get from anal sex, but she didn't do anything about it before she had to leave. I'm glad you took my anal cherry, Caro."

"I sure did. While I was fucking her as hard as she had asked, I dipped a finger of my other hand in my pussy to get it lubricated and I started pushing it in her ass, but I was going too slowly for miss Potty Mouth. Then one finger wasn't enough."

"When you said it would be good, Jean, I never imagined the feelings I got when she fucked both of my holes at the same time. Now I understand why women liked it so much when they were double-teamed."

"Oh?" Jean asked.

"I... That is Kevin... We liked watching... porn." Her voice had gone down to almost a whisper as she spoke, but she hurried to explain. "I was horny. It was only as an outlet. I know it's not real. I... Why are you two laughing?"

"You don't have to feel guilty for watching porn, babe. My grand-parents are eighty and they still do. As long as you know that a lot of those things are unsafe and you shouldn't do them."

"It's like watching you masturbate on Skype while you're talking dirty to me?"

"Exactly. Now, how about if we fed those monsters I hear growling. You girls prepare a salad while I go look at the ribs. I put them to marinate last night and Carole started them in the barbecue this afternoon. They should be just about ready."

Carole made a big show of slapping her forehead. "I knew there was something I forgot." Then made a quick getaway, laughing.

Every once in a while one of the women would lean in and lick a drop of sauce about to fall from a chin or on a breast if she missed it.

"Did you do the painting for my office last week-end, Caro?"

"No. I was working on some commercial stuff the week after Kay first came here and it came to me. I don't know why I made it so small. I never paint oils in that size. It just felt right."

"When I saw it, I knew where it should go. Your assistant was very nice about letting me in your office."

"You made a big impression on her." Jean laughed when she told them about Nancy's Freudian slip. "Anyway, you wouldn't believe the number of people who just happened to drop in my office today. If you want to branch out in portrait, I have a long list of clients for you."

"Now you know why I don't sell my paintings, Kay. Nobody understands. That wasn't a portrait at all. It was Love."

"I know, Baby Girl. Only one man got it. When he saw it, he didn't ask who did it or if you could do one of him. He looked at it for a long time and simply told me I'm a lucky woman, then went on to business."

"Tell them that I'll do it in acrylic. If they can afford it, bring me some pictures."

"I thought you'd say that. My assistant asked if you could do one of her new girlfriend. She wants to give it to her. She's Barbara's assistant. They've been in love a long time, but Nancy only recently realized it."

Kayla went to say something when she saw Carole's blank look, but Jean put her hand on her arm.

"She's creating. When she comes back, there will be a new painting in her studio. She will only have to put it to canvas before we can see it too."

"Does she do this often?"

"Like this? Only when she's somewhere where she feels safe. Other times, she'll take out her sketch pad and sort of makes notes. Did you see then one with me and a friend of ours as sirens? She got the idea while we were having lunch in town. The original was only of me but Anne-Marie visited that Saturday and she got the idea of putting us together because she also has big breasts. So she got the both of us in the pool and took pictures and sketched her idea. She spent the evening and most of the night in her studio. She finished it during the week."

"I love the way she captured your hairs mixing in the water. And your breasts floating... I don't know much about painting, but I love what she does."

"So do a lot of people. She sells paintings as fast as she produces them, but only acrylic and water paintings. She calls it commercial art. She says oil is a medium which should be reserved for real art."

"Do you think she could do a nude of me like yours? It's so beautiful."

"I don't know. She did it years ago and she said it was the last nude she would do because she couldn't do better. You could always ask."

"I don't think so. If she feel so strongly about it..."

"You never know. She really likes you."

"I like her too. She was a real friend to me when I needed her last Friday. She spent her whole week-end with me and drove me back Sunday evening."

"That's my Baby Girl. Always there to help her friends."

"Would you two mind terribly if I..." Carole said suddenly.

"Welcome back. I'll put those away. You can eat them later, but you're going to have to jump in the shower. You're a messy eater."

"What's that thing about kettles and pots again?"

Kayla watched Carole walk to the bathroom.

"Go ahead, honey. You need to wash up too."

"Thanks." Kayla kissed her girlfriend on the cheek and ran after Carole, leaving Jean grinning as she finished her plate of ribs.

Jean watched the two most important women in her life sleep. They looked so peaceful. Particularly Kayla. She didn't realize it, but her job was putting an enormous stress on her. It was the most obvious when she slept and her face relaxed.

She was happy about the complicity that was developing between them. They had come to bed together around 4:00am. Before she went to bed herself, she had heard them laughing and giggling. Kayla had even tried to be sneaky when she came downstairs to borrow Jean's cell. They had a lot of fun when she came back with it.

Opening her browser, she began to read on the different massage techniques, promising herself to learn and practice until she could do to Kayla what she had done the first day they met. It was the least she could do.

Carole and Kayla leaned on the door jamb, watching Jean planting the flowers.

"Watch her ass. Feel it." Carole said softly. "Reach for it with your mind's hands. Touch it. Do you feel its texture? Its tightness as she bends like that. You know the difference it has when she stands up. Now close your eyes and see it. All of it, not only the image."

"I... I think I do. What does it mean?"

"It's the first step. Without it you can only paint pictures, lifeless pictures. When you bring the whole of your subject to your canvas, that's art."

"I'll never be able to do what you do."

"You have an eye for details and you know how to translate them to paper. If you put fifteen to twenty years of dedication and daily hours of practice, you could become very good in your own style."

"But all I've ever done are sketches of things and organisms I saw in the microscope. It's not the same."

"I'm not saying you should expect to become a great painter, but I know some people who earn a good living only making sketches. You've got to start somewhere, so practice sketching and looking at things fully. You'll see where it takes you."

"I'll try. Thank you for your encouragement and advice."

"You don't sound convinced. Come with me. I'll show you something."

She took Kayla to her studio and opened her laptop. Soon, they were looking at a comic strip.

"Look at this. To me, André Franquin is a classic example of old school drawing at its best. Look at these older strips of Gaston Lagaffe from the late fifties. The characters are more simplistic, but you can still get the feeling of the action and emotions. As time went by, he refined his art. Look at these strips from the late sixties and early seventies. He's at the height of his craft. With simple lines, forget the colors, just look at the lines, he gives the impression of movement in the hand. Look at the faces. You feel their emotions without even looking at the text, yet they're so simple. In the seventies, the comic strip became a comic book where the image was overcharged with details and lost its art. To me popular artists like Moebius who is celebrated for the complexity of his drawings is nothing but a fraud. His drawings are just that: drawings, lifeless drawings charged with meaningless details to fill the whole space needlessly. When you can do a living comic strip or a sketch that speaks to the person looking at it, you will have made a huge step toward artistic expression. The rest is learning the medium and technique with which you're most comfortable."

"I never thought about art that way. You make it sound so easy."

"That's the point. Hardly anybody thinks about art. They go to the Musée des Arts Contemporains and they see a garbage can overflowing and they find all kinds of meaning in it because somebody told them it's art. They don't think for themselves. P.T.Barnum made a fortune with this simple idea. Do you know the story about his exposition hall where there was a sign saying 'egress' with an arrow. People would go out a door to see the egress, only realizing that egress means exit once they found themselves outside and had to pay again to get back inside."

"You've given me a lot to think about. I don't think I'll ever look at a piece of art the same way again. Thanks you."

"It's been my pleasure. I don't often get the opportunity to talk about art with someone who is actually interested."

"Why don't you teach? I'm sure you'd be good at it."

"I don't play well with others. Too many rules. I teach by doing workshops here and there with kids. Nobody told them what to think yet. They still have fun with art."

"I looked at plans on the internet and I'll have a massage table built by next week." Jean told the women. "The only thing missing is the top. I'll have to find some sort of stuffing and vinyl."

"Why don't you use the cushion from a lounge chair?" Kayla suggested. "That's what I did before I could afford to buy a massage table."

"Good idea. Now we have this practice dummy here."

"Hey! Who are you calling a dummy?" Carole protested.

"It's only a figure of speech, Baby Girl." Jean told her even as she winked at Kayla. "So, I want you to teach me the basics of massage. I want to learn to do to you what you did to me the other week."

"You want to put me to sleep? There are much better ways to do it. And I don't mean talking about accounting."

"No, funny girl. I want to help you relax. I already started reading about the muscle groups and the theory. I want to know how much pressure to apply, which direction, and the rest."

"I don't know if I'm the right person to do this. I'm not very good at explaining. What if I gave you an introduction book and we enroll for a course at the Y together. It's one of the most popular for couples."

"If you think so, but what if you take this side of our dummy and I'll take the other. You do her and..."

"Yes! Yes! Do me!" The dummy volunteered.

"Quiet in the peanut gallery."

"Ouch! You see what I have to put up with, Kay. I don't get no... Ouch!... Respect."

"Shut up, Rodney. Where was I? Ah, yes. You massage your side and I do mine. She can tell me if I press too hard."

"I thought dummies didn't talk."

"Obviously this one does. Can we get on with it, please? I would really like to learn to do this."

"Proceed then, if you must."

By then Kayla was rolling on the floor of the living room and it didn't help when Carole turned and winked at her.

"That's what I get when I try to do something nice for my girlfriend and my best friend." Jean said, getting up and stalking away in a huff.

"Jay! We were only kidding. Come back. You can grope me all you want."

"Jean, please come back. I'll show you anything you want."

Kayla would have run after Jean, but Carole held her back and whispered. "She's playing the game too." Then went back to her normal voice. "Let her pout in her corner. You can play with my body."

"I might as well since I've been abandoned." Kayla moved at Carole's head without thinking that she would normally be standing in front of a table at waist height. "This massage oil Grumpy bought at the Sex shop is a decent substitute, but I'll bring the real thing next time."

She put a liberal amount on Carole's back and spread it, following the muscles along the vertebrae, then to the sides, coming back to the shoulders which she kneaded deeply, She paid special attention the those muscles knotted by Carole leaning toward her easel for hours at a time. She followed by massaging her arms, then her hands, using the pressure points to relax them further, then she went joint by joint through each finger, stopping only when she could feel the whole hand completely tension free.

Both arms done, she went back to Carole's shoulders, then to the joint itself which she manipulated. Putting more oil on her back, she concentrated on the lateral muscles, lightly touching the sides of her breasts. All the time, gazing into Jean's eyes who had been kneading Carole's thighs and buttocks. When Jean leaned forward, she did the same, her only thought for the inviting lips waiting for her. Just as she made contact, she realized that the sight of Jean and the touch of Carole's skin had given her an erection and that Carole had just taken it in her mouth. She tried to pull back, but her hips were held in place by to surprisingly strong arms wrapped around her thighs and Jean's hand behind her head. She could only close her eyes and enjoy the sensations.

The week before, when Kayla had fucked her between her closed thighs, stroking her wet lips from clit to perineum, something had clicked inside Carole. She almost overcame her lifelong aversion at that moment and asked Kayla to take her, but she had been so caught up in the moment and the new sensations she was feeling that she waited too long and she had to ride them to orgasm. For the rest of the week-end, she had touched the organ occasionally with more and more familiarity, but what really shocked her was one particular sketch she had done after exploring Kayla's body while in her creative trance. It was an almost frontal view of the erect cock... with her hand wrapped around it. Which she had probably done to make it hard to see the different view and texture. Looking at it, she imagined the position she had been in to get this view.

She had looked at it often during the week with a growing sense of wonder. The night before, she had shown it to Jean and they had discussed her feelings. She had come really hard on Jean's fingers while looking at it, the rest of the picture solidifying in her mind.

Now that Kayla was so used to being naked around them, she must not have realized what she was doing when she knelt before Carole's face to massage her upper body. Carole was hypnotized by the sight of the cock dangling in front of her. She watched it grow more and more until the image of her sketch was right in front of her.

Jean wasn't helping by massaging her thighs and fingering her with her thumbs each time she pushed up. When Kayla leaned forward, Carole didn't hesitate for a second, overcome by the desire to fulfill the image which had haunted for the whole week. She let the hard member enter her mouth and held on to Kayla's thighs to keep it firmly in place.

She examined the sensations in her lips as she moved her head up and down on it. She understood what Jay had told her and what she had heard other women talk about giving head. She touched it with her tongue, hesitantly at first, then she deliberately tried to touch every vein and ridge, tasting the different textures of the shaft, then the glans. When she touched the meatus, she realized she had been tasting pre-cum for a while. She knew it was the male equivalent of female lubrication.

Since Kayla has stopped moving her hips to let her control the experience, she tried the fucking motion with her head she had seen women do in porn movies. The first time it touched the back of her throat, she had been more surprised than anything else. Without thinking, she tried to slowly see how far it would go. She felt a moment of pride when the glans entered her throat, but she was touching Kayla's pubis with her lips, so that was as far as it would go. Pulling back, she used her tongue all over its surface again, firmly closing her lips on it as she contracted her vaginal muscles on Jean's fingers. She was accelerating her movements, when she felt a glob of spit fall on her asshole, then fingers -- which could only be Kayla's, judging by the angle -- massaging around it. She willed her sphincter to relax and the fingers obligingly penetrated her, hesitantly at first, then, at Jean's urging, they accelerated to the same rhythm as those in her vagina.

The heat was building rapidly in her lower body as she was finding that she loved giving pleasure to Kayla by using her mouth on her male organ. She had barely touched her dripping pussy when she heard Kayla warn her that she was about to come. She only had time to pull her in as deep as she could when she felt the cock thicken and harden even more right before she felt the sperm travel its length against her tongue to shoot directly in her throat. When the spasms ceased, it shrank a little. She kept it in her mouth, savoring the salty taste and weird texture of the come.

At that moment, Jay touched her clit which was the single little extra sensation she need to crest a mountainous wave of pleasure. On her knees, she pushed against the fingers invading her, screaming at her lovers to fuck her harder and harder until she fell back to the floor, exhausted by the incredible orgasm which had ravaged her. Her last gesture was to take the semi-erect cock back in her mouth before she fell asleep.


Chapter 5

When Carole woke, she felt a sense of accomplishment and of renewed purpose. She felt sad when she saw the dried tears on Kayla's face, but she had something to do. She gave her a tender kiss, wishing her sweet dreams. Gently disentangling herself, she gave Jean a kiss on the cheek and walked out of the room with a firm step.

Jean watched her go with a smile, wondering what new image would come out of her latest experience.

Seeing her girlfriend's still sad face, even in repose, she moved closer and took her in her arms, cradling her head in the crook of her neck. After Carole had fallen asleep with her cock in her mouth, she had been inconsolable, persuaded that she had done something terribly wrong. She wouldn't listen when she gently lifted Carole and took her to bed where she cried herself to sleep with the smaller woman in her arms.

Later, feeling Kayla wake up, Jean pulled her closer, talking softly to her, telling her how much she meant to her, what a wonderful caring woman she was, how Carole cared about her and trusted her. When she felt most of the tension leave her, she pulled back just enough to look into those deep dark eyes.

"You have absolutely no reason to feel bad about what happened yesterday evening. Quite the opposite. You have been unequivocally accepted in our little family. Carole has made love to you, Kayla. Not the woman side of Kayla, you, the whole of you. Don't be surprised if she asks you to take her, to penetrate her."

"But you said she's never been with a man. That she has a phobia about men even."