Naked Portraits Pt. 02

Still I worried.

After putting the final touches on a ridiculously long sentence theorizing at how the bands of color in a Mark Rothko painting represented the human figure, I let out a heavy sigh. I knew that my modernist leaning art history teacher would torpedo my theory long before it left the harbor. Rothko invoking the figure? Implausible! And also treason according to Erma Beaumont.

The thought of my mentor filled me with dread. Treason is right; my next portfolio review is going to be a nightmare because of Kang. Plus I haven't done a new abstract painting in months worth spitting on.

I stretched my naked body, adjusted my glasses and spun in Hawk's big padded office chair. Hawk, also naked, laid on one of the two beds in the wedge shaped room reading an anthropology journal. His big penis rested across one thigh in a rare state of inactivity. I toyed with the idea of wheeling over to touch it just to watch him grow and stiffen. But I had made a promise that I would not bug him until he was done reading his journals. Unable to work on my dull paper anymore, I reached for my tattered sketch journal to do a sketch of Hawk's beautiful reclining form.

As I searched for a blank page, I happened upon a drawing I'd done a month ago of the forest goddess statue on Maui. I warmly recalling how Hawk took me from behind under the wooden eyes of the statue. We had repeated the performance back at the Kihie condo that same night. He took me from behind standing on the condo balcony as I gripped the railing. In the after glow I had drawn the goddess from memory.

I stretched again and closed my eyes and had a very weird vivid vision of me kneeling before two rock hard cocks. I snapped my eyes open and looked down at the sketch of the forest goddess in my lap. The head seem to move and I yelped. The sketchbook slid off my lap and dropped face up on the floor.

"You okay?" Hawk asked peeping over the top of his reading.

"Um, yeah," I said staring down at the open sketchbook at my feet.

It was a trick of the light caused from hours of staring at a computer screen I reasoned ignoring the fact that this kind of thing has been happening too often lately. We Japanese locals are masters at denial. To add more distance to worrying thoughts, I focus on the idea of two cocks. And what's up with that? I wondered unable to explain that away as a trick of tired eyes.

"You ever did a group sex thing like a threesome?" I asked Hawk.

"You made a promise to let me read so stop it okay?" Hawk warned.

I spun in the office chair and after two full rotations, I stopped to face him.

"Well have you?" I persisted.

His penis twitched giving me my answer.

"You have," I accused and wheeled closer to him. "I wanna hear, tell me."

He didn't respond and hid his face from view with his reading.

"No sense hiding. Mr. Happy has already given you away."

"This studying naked is such a bad idea." he said.

"This was your idea stupid head," I reminded him.

Ignoring my comment, he sat up and cleared his throat. "It was only one time back in California after my first year of grad school," he said and told me the tale.

Chapter 16

Hawk and Anna

Hawk drove home to his upscale San Diego neighborhood of Mission Hills relieved that his first year of graduate school was finally behind him. Three years ago he had declared himself a business major just to annoy his parents, mainly his mother. He smiled treasuring the memory of his mom spitting fire when he told her he was forsaking the family calling to the sciences for business school. Lately though, he was having some misgivings about his decision and was seriously considering changing to anthropology. You win mom for the call of science colors my blood. .

His cell phone rang. Speak of the devil.

"Hey baby," Olivia Derrick-Heinz said. "I have a new assistant staying in the pool house. When you get home, go knock on her door, introduce yourself, and then drive her to the market or anywhere else she may need to go. The poor dear can't handle southern California traffic."

Hawk rolled his eyes. His plans were to meet up with some buddies, go over to the local surfboard shop, get geared up and hit the water. The thought of spending his first day of freedom driving one of his mom's math geeks around town sucked big time.

He took a deep breath and said in a firm voice, "Sure mom happy to." He wasn't being a good obedient son, just a practical one because his mother always got her way in the end.

"Thank you sweetie and don't embarrass me by telling her you're a business major," Olivia said. "Say something more worthy like poetry or philosophy, basket weaving even." On that note of disapproval she ended the call.

With a big sigh that mutated into a scream, he gunned his Jetta south. One hour later he parked the car in his parent's circular driveway. Seething with impotent anger, he grabbed his stuff, entered the house and headed up stairs. He dropped his bags on the floor of his room then dashed out into the hallway at full speed. If he could get things done with the math geek fast enough he might still have some time to hang with his friends and maybe even catch a few waves before the sun went down.

In the hall, he smacked into someone coming out of the bathroom near his room. It was a woman and she let out a small scream and stumbled. He reached out to keep her from falling over and came away with a cream-colored bath towel. Standing before him was a tall beautiful and totally naked redheaded woman.

"Olivia and Herman are my parents, I live here!" he blurted out before she started to scream for help.

She didn't scream and she said in a heavy English accent "You must be Hawk. I'm Anna Grayson your mother's assistant for the new science wing at the University,"

The woman's beauty trumped polite decorum and he blatantly stared speechless holding the towel. She was slim with athletic arms and legs, pleasing b-cup breasts and a narrow waist giving her a classic hourglass shape. The triangle of hair between her legs was as red as the hair on her head. In her bare feet, she looked close to his height at six feet; every inch of her was covered in faint freckles. Her beautiful face was classic Gaelic with high cheekbones, full lips, and the most incredible green eyes he'd ever seen on a human being.

Still speechless, he held the towel out for her but she didn't take it and instead walked past him to the guestroom door one down from his room. His eyes locked on her slim freckled ass until she disappeared into the room closing the door behind her. He stood paralyzed, holding the damp towel staring at the closed door. He lifted the towel to his face and inhaled a musky feminine soap. Breaking his paralysis, he walked to the guestroom door.

"My mom said you needed to do some shopping?" He cringed at saying my mom but bulled on. "I'll be happy to drive?"

"That would be brilliant," Anna Grayson called.

"I'll be in the kitchen? Down stairs, waiting okay? Um, you're towel's hanging on the doorknob."

After a brief pause she answered, "All right." Her voice was loud and clear for she seamed to be standing just on the other side of the closed door.

Not wanting to totally creep the woman out, Hawk went down stairs to wait in the kitchen. As he waited, he willed the erection in his jean to go away. It turned out to be a pointless exercise because his hardon quickly returned when Anna entered the kitchen. It didn't matter that she was dressed in slightly baggy jeans and a bulky sweatshirt for the memory of her nakedness was burned permanently onto his frontal cortex. She wore no makeup that he could see and her damp red hair hung down to her shoulders. She beamed him a sweet smile that gave him goosebumps.

"Workmen are putting in tile in the pool house bath so I came to the big house to shower," Anna said in her sexy accent. "Sorry for the exhibitionism. I've always used bravado to cover up embarrassment." She walked over to the refrigerator, opened it and suddenly laughed, a sound Hawk could easily get used to. "You probably think I'm an idiot hussy."

"No not at all," He said seriously.

"Liar," she said and laughed again giving him great joy that he was the cause of her merriment. She closed the fridge door, walked back to the counter and poured herself some orange juice. "My list is quit extensive," she said, "and I don't want to take up your time. I could hire a taxi, your mother will cover the expense I'm sure."

"No really, no trouble." Hawk said failing miserably at sounding casual. He had already mentally rearranged his calendar (and his entire life if need be) to accommodate the needs to this disarmingly beautiful woman.

*****

For the next month, Hawk made sure he was available to chauffeur Ms. Grayson about town. It seriously cut into his surfing time but a man must make sacrifices in life. His surfing friends absolutely understood after getting a glimpse of her at a beach outing a few weeks down the line. Hawk, always the gentleman, never told his friends of the Anna's nude introduction.

With each jaunt, Hawk learned something new about the woman: she was addicted to running and did five miles a day, she liked black tea piping hot and finds the idea of iced tea repulsive, loves authentic Mexican cooking, American police dramas and tennis. She finished her masters in mathematics at twenty-eight.

"That's young but not too young," she told him. "There were two individuals under twenty that received their masters along with me."

Hawk's mother recruited her along with a few dozen others from all over the world to help bolster Southern California Institute of Technology's prestige. At the time Hawk's mother was on a big campaign to woo Imperial Industries to SCIT the biggest and most serious civilian company in the space race. His mother, of course got the gig.

On a grocery run Hawk asked, "How did you become my mother's personal assistant?"

"First of all for my math skills," Anna said. "Olivia's math skills are good but mine's are far better."

"You're being kind," he said. "As a reluctant business major, I'm better at numbers than my mom the physicist."

She laughed.

"But math is not what your mother is about is it? Her genius is putting people together that create results. We call her the match maker." Anna sung a few lines from the Fiddler on the Roof song staying impressively on tune.

Hawk pushed the grocery cart and followed Anna to the fruits and vegetables.

As she critically studied a pair of green bell peppers she said, "One of the reasons your mother hired me as her personal assistant is that I'm beautiful." She put one pepper back and bagged the winner.

"You saying that my mom's a lesbian?" Hawk joked.

"No silly, the world of higher mathematics is dominated by small troll like little men and many are easily blinded by beauty. I know my numbers and I look like a supermodel. Your mother swings me like a spiked mace at her enemies."

"You hate her for that?" He asked because he resented the way his mother paraded him around like a prize show dog sometimes too.

She smiled. "No, I like rattling the powers that be. I have an effect on people, I've known that long before your mother thought to swing me at the metaphorical heads of SCIT." They moved on to the alliums and as she filled a plastic bag with small yellow onions she said, "You're attracted to me."

It was a flat statement, not a question.

Hawk heart kicked into high gear, but he played it cool, not saying one way or the other.

"You have no chance with me you know?" She said as she spun her bag of selected onions and deftly sealed it with a twist tie. She looked at him with those amazing green eyes. "You are very attractive and charming but way too young and your mother is my employer."

Hawk hoped that his deep disappointment didn't show too much on his face.

They finished the shopping trip in relative quiet and Hawk drove her back to the pool house then helped her unload the food. With a polite goodbye he made to leave so he could find some place private to lick his wounds.

Anna, responding to his apparent dejection, said, "We can be friends?"

He gave her a brave smile and said, "I can think of worse things."

She walked up to him and kissed his cheek. Her green eyes fixed on him for a few seconds. She frowned then said, "Stay, I'll make you dinner."

"As a friend I accept," he said happy for the invitation even though it was clearly emotional charity.

Over a teriyaki meat stir-fry made with the fresh groceries she just bought and cold Coronas, they talked about everything and nothing.

Four Coronas into the meal Anna said, "You and I are a lot alike. We're both beautiful and we use our God given good looks to get by in life."

Hawk could have easily denied it, but since it were true, he didn't. "I think you've had too many beers Miss Grayson," he teased.

"Perhaps, Mr. Heinz." she said then took a drink of her beer finishing it making it.

Their eyes locked, and like a door suddenly opened onto a roaring furnace, he felt the sexual heat coming from her. He quickly got up, went to the fridge to get more beer to stoke the fire. He popped two beers with the bottle opener on the kitchen table then hydroplaned one in her direction. She snatched it up and reached for a lime wedge from a bowl on the table. She squeezed a lime wedge over the rim, lick the palm of her right hand, sprinkled salt on it, then liberally applied the salt to the shaft of her beer bottle. She lifted the beer to her mouth, took a long deep swig then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Their eyes locked again and she gave him a crooked smile.

"I get turned on when men watch me, especially when they think I don't know I'm being watched. I also like it when they know that I know that they are watching."

That made no sense whatsoever to Hawk but he was greatly intrigued by the topic.

Anna laughed. She leaned in close and said, "You want to watch?"

Taken by surprise by her vague but interesting offer he said, "I though we couldn't be lovers?" Then he cringed for saying such a stupid thing.

"We won't be. You're not allowed to touch me only watch."

"Watch what?" He asked. His penis was way ahead of his brain having stirred into action before the start of dinner. But that didn't count for much. Mr. Happy had been standing at solid attention ever since the nude hallway incident months back.

Anna laughed again, got up from the table and beckoned for Hawk to follow. Not being a fool, he did. As she walked them through the living room she pulled her shirt over her head to expose a maroon sports bra beneath. She paused briefly to slid her gym shorts down to her ankles and kicked them aside. Her panties were white cotton. Transfixed on her wonderful ass, he followed her to the pool house's spacious bathroom.

As he watched her turn on the shower in the recently tiled shower stall, a strange pressure pushed at the inside of his skull making all this seem unreal like he was dreaming. He reasoned the odd feeling away as old fashion testosterone overload. She walked to the mirror, got a hairbrush, and started to brush her long red hair that always seemed on the edge going wild when she wore it long.

Hawk moved from the doorway and stood slightly behind her so that he could see her in the mirror but still allowed for a nice view her perfect backside. She put down the brush and pulled the sports bra over her head exposing her freckled chest. Her small nipples and aureoles were the same coppery red color as the darkest freckles on her shoulders and arms.

Facing the mirror with her back still to him, she casually slid the white panties to the floor. Hawk took in her naked ass and then focused in on her wiry red bush in the mirror recalling the countless wet nights since that brief viewing of her in the hallway of the big house.

Anna stepped into the shower leaving the door open for his viewing. He marveled at the spectacular contrast of her red hair and pale skin against the deep aquamarine tiles surrounding her. He watched her wash herself for ten minutes; although he couldn't honestly say how long she showered. Time had slowed for him in his state of hormonal overload. He was so hyped that he tracked a splash of water from her chin to floor as if it moved in slow motion.

She turned off the water, stepped out of the stall and dried herself casually with a big fluffy towel. After putting the towel aside, she walked passed him and out of the steamy bathroom. He followed her into the bedroom and watched her put on fresh light blue panties, a matching tiny bra, a tight sexy black skirt and a white long sleeve shirt. She sat on the bed and dried her hair with a noisy hairdryer. Her long red hair took on a life of its own as it dried. After putting aside the dryer she did her best to tame her mass of hair with a black hair band. She got out a silver metal tube from a small handbag and with a small compact mirror, applied pale pink lipstick to her mouth. The last thing she put on was a pair of understated silver earrings shaped like raindrops or perhaps tears. She assessed herself in the dresser mirror. He could have saved her the trouble and told her she was absolutely perfect.

The rumble of an expensive sounding sports car came from outside. Anna went to the living room window and pushed aside the curtain. She turned and looked Hawk in the eye for the first time since the kitchen and said, "I'm going out to a film with a friend. Lock up for me when you leave." She walked up to him, kissed his cheek and left the pool house.

Hawk heard the car rev and zoom away with a slight squeal of tires. He stood frozen for a long time. Then he went to the shower, got naked, turned on the water as hot as he could bare and stroked his neglected erection to a huge messy climax on the shower tiles.

***

A little after one in the morning, Hawk heard the rumble of the car that had picked Anna up for her date. Ten minutes later, his cell rang. It was Anna.

"Saw your light on, thought I'd ring," she said on the other end. Hawk got up and went to his bedroom window that overlooked the pool and the pool house. He saw her standing at her living room window. She waved and he waved back. "We need to talk. Come by at nine-tomorrow morning. I should be done with my run by then."

"Okay."

She ended the call, waved again then moved away from the window.

Hawk guessed that she had sobered up and was seriously regretting their little encounter. The vision of her naked, freckled body in the shower surrounded by blue green tiles got him up again. For the sixth time that day since Anna had left him alone in the pool house, he stroked himself to personal bliss.

***

Two minutes after nine in the morning, Hawk knocked at the pool house door. Anna answered with her hair in a tight ponytail, dressed in skin-tight red shorts and a sleeveless gray t-shirt that was soaked with perpetration from her morning run; the outline of a dark colored sports bra visible beneath the sweat soaked shirt.

"Good morning, come in," she said with a smile and freed her hair with a tug at the band.

Hawk followed her to the kitchen; his eyes taking in her pretty ass in the tight red shorts. The honest athletic smell of her mixed with a musky deodorant was heady and intoxicating.

"Coffee? Bagel, Cream cheese?" she offered. Her voice a bit breathy from her run.

Over the coffee and bagels she said, "Our little encounter last night was after a meal." She looked at him and smiled sweetly. "I like that." She took a big bite of her bagel and around a mouth full said, "You're quiet this morning."

Hawk sipped his coffee then said, "I'm liable to say something incredibly stupid so not speaking seems my best option."