Jess: “girl you should go” It’s one guy, & just you in a booth with him”
ME: “alone? in a booth?” (laughing) They really want you to get some action in huh?
Jess: (laughing) “girlll, just go. It’s fun. The booths are simply for the models privacy.”
Me: “Mhmm, ok. Whatever you say Jess”
Once I got off the phone with that crazy thang. I looked it up on the internet. It was the very first thing to pop up (maybe that was a sign)
(reading aloud) “Come on out and join the community in our annual Erotic “The art in sex” fundrasing event. We will be sharing stories, giving advice on better sex, and we’re also providing FREE HIV/AIDS testing all day until 7 p.m. Don’t forget to take our xxx Nude art class…..”
right there! There it is! She wasn’t lying. I guess I’ll take my hot ass down there.
Seeing how I had just recently took a visit to my OB/GYN for my annual “check-up” I wouldn’t be needing that HIV testing. Got my results last week, and as they’ve always been NEGATIVE. so, I’ll give back to myself by going and painting some nude models (smiles)
The next morning I got up at 9:30, SHARP. I live 20 minutes from downtown and the festivites start at 10:00 so, I’ll be on time. Maybe even a little early depending on how traffic is. Which It shouldn’t be too bad. Even though It’s Monday. AS if me finding it on the internet like I did wasn’t a BIG enough sign. Soon as I turn my radio up, the first commercial once again “The sex in art” fundraising event comes on. I shook my head, as to say “this is something else”.
Just how I predicted, not too much traffic. Half-way there Jess calls. She said she was already in the parking lot waiting to go in.
Me: “didn’t you just go the other day hot panties? You and the model must’ve hit it off right!”
Jess: “No girl, Im going for the free HIV testing. I haven’t had one in so long and you know to say the least. I haven’t been a good girl”
Me: “You are so right about that, but everything should be fine”
Jess: “I hope, But there letting people in already. So I’ll see you when you get here girl”
I know she was excited and all. But, something didn’t seem right how she cut me off. (sighs) Or maybe she is that excited! Once I pull up, It’s packed! Couldn’t even park in front of the building. I had to pay for parking across the street. It was so nice to see our people come together and take part in something that we all know has had such a bad impact on our community the most. Soon as I walked through the doors Jess ran and hugged me. She damn near knocked me down. (laughs)
We start walking around. Picking up differnt brochures and sitting down and listening to different pep talks. This was really nice. Everyone was polite, dressed nicely, and…
Jess: “mmm, look at his fine ass”
ME: “oh lord, where Jess?”
Jess: “girllll, turn to your right, the one in the black robe, mm mm mm”
Me: “now see, that’s why your happy ass is right here now”
Jess: “you know it is” (laughs)
Interrupting our mini giggle session. A gentlemen walked in front us where we were sitting. We happened to be front row in what looked like the middle of a mall where chairs were lined up and a stage sat right in front of us.
“Our models have arrived” Women started to whistle, and make mating calls like a bunch of inheat kitty cats.
“Are there any ladies who would like to go back with me and get started on their paintings?”
Jess didn’t hesitate, she grabbed me by the arm, arm in arm we followed the man into a smaller room where 7 models stood with black robes on. I felt like a virgin. I was blushing, covering my eyes. Naive shit to say the least. Clearly, they weren’t naked… Yet… and as if I didn’t come here specifically to get my paint on.
It was me Jess & about 10 other women.
Me: “soo, how’s this going to work?”
I meant to say that only to Jess, but the man overheard me. Laughed and replied: ” It can just be you and the model in a booth or you a group of your girls and the model.”
Me: “however we like it huh?” I joked.
I knew I wanted to go alone, as did Jess. So we got our models…..
wait…. One model looked familiar. “oh my god”. That’s my ex. Unlike most of my ex boyfriends. I can’t stand them. But this one in particular. There were still alot of feelings. The only reason we even broke up was because I relocated. So, now my once extremely calm nerves, were now shot!
He noticed me too, smirked and waved. I waved back. In the back of my head Im trying to figure out why the hell Im nervous. He’s the one that has to get naked. The guy utters one more thing. Which this time, I’m paying him no mind. I’m smitten all over again at just the sight of him. Luckily he didn’t catch me drooling and in a daze.
“models, greet your painter. You all may begin”
Soon as I heard the word “greet” my knees became weak and my hands turned clamy. “great, now he’s going to shake my sweaty hands” I mummbled to myself. He walked over to me, still with that same smirk on his face. He gave me a hug! Which, for me was a better choice seeing how my hands were a mini waterfall.
Model: “how you been, how’s work?”
I think we talked for a good 15 minutes while everyone else were already getting started. I had to ask. “aren’t you nervous?”
Model: (smiles) “not at all, this will be my second week doing this actually”
Finally, he drops his robe. I think I felt like I was about to have a crying orgasm. My knees started to shake, my lips were doing some crazy ass twitching and it felt like a gust of hot air just hit my entire body. I looked at my brushes and started to get my station set up. He sat on his stool that was nothing but a couple steps away from where I was. But I was still able to see him.
Model: “have you ever used acrylics and oils to paint before”
I looked up at him like “now you know” I just laughed and told him this would be my first time doing something like this. Also that I felt intimidated because I knew this was his thing to do. I couldn’t help myself anymore. I finally looked at his dick. My eyes were glued. If it were up to me that’s all I would incorporate in my painting. I notice he started to move closer….
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"The Art in Sex" Part 2
When I saw that he continued to get closer to me. I stopped what I was doing, we just starred at one another like something to eat.
So I slid my right foot off of the stool to relax the now contracting muscles in my throbbing pussy. Like the pulse you feel on your neck or on your wrist. My clitoris just keep throbbing, and throbbing and like my heartbeat. I swore at times I could hear it. I continued to paint. Every time our eyes met when I would look up at him before looking back at my half ass job of a painting. My heartbeat, and my pulse sped up, got stronger. It caused me to start dripping. the same way tears would roll from my eyes. A constant flow. drip after drip, I could feel it.
I started to grind in circular motion in my chair. I dropped my brush, closed my eyes for a moment. I looked back up over my wooden panel to see he, my art. Was gone… I suddenly felt finer tips, strong in back. They went from my back to my neck. From my neck to my breast. The further he went down with his hands. The closer he was on me. The scent of him brought back flashbacks of when me and him were together. How wet he would make me just by kissing me and pulling my hair. The teasing was driving me crazy. Each booth had a door to it and luckily for us that door had a lock on it. I told him to go lock it. He walked over towards the door as he walked away I twirled around on the stool now facing him. I had on a white fitted dress. Not so smart in this case. But, I did have a black apron like cover up over me. I took that off and slung it onto the floor.
Just as I did that he got on his knees and told me to scoot towards his face. My sweet pussy aroma must’ve been to his liking because soon as I opened my legs he let out a long “mmmm” followed by a slow head shake and a big smile. He looked up at me, and said “Ive always wanted to do this” I bit my lip. I was ready, and confident he would be good with his tongue. I slid my now soaked panties off onto the floor next to my apron. He grabbed me aggressively on my ass. Pushing my pussy into his face. I started to grind on his tongue. Nobodys ever made me feel this good while eating my pussy. Trying not to moan too loud I put my hand over my mouth. Took really really deep breathes so If anything It would just sound like heavy breathing. But as he continued. My breathing became short and I could no longer hold my hand over my mouth.
Right as I started to cum, I started to hear cheering, and appaluse right then I let out my last moan. My body started to shake terribly. I grabbed his long kinky hair as to gain a little control. He never moved a muscle just allowed me to come back down off of the orgasm I was having. Once I had total control over my body again. He quickly put his robe back on. I grabbed my cover up and placed my drenched panties into the pocket on the apron. We acted as If nothing ever happened (laughs)
Me: “oh the door!”
He went and unlocked it, (sniff sniff) “It smells like strawberries in here, they’ll never know” We both burst out into laughter. I walked over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on his check. He kissed me back on my forehead. Crazy ass Jess ran her ass into my booth, “ooooweee, What’s been going on over here?”
ME: “This is ____ He’s a really good friend of mine”
They shook hands, I cried laughing inside. IF only she knew. Our session had come to an end. Now It was time for Jess to get her free testing done. I gave him one last hug, and he told me He’d give me a call later on tonight. Also that he would be in Atlanta for a couple more months and would love to spend more time together. Inside my head I was jumping up and down, but I just winked and softly said “ok, talk to you soon”.
The line for testing was very short. Not sure, If people were scared or what was going on. But I expected tons of people to be in line for this. The testing is pretty wide open. No hidden rooms or booths. It was probably no more than 20 phlebotomist sitting at a chair with a drawer full of venipunctures, tubes and the test tube holders. The phlebotomist had Jess to write her full name, the date, and a good number where they could reach her on the test tube label. Jess went from wild girl, to looking like someone had just died. Earlier I had this vibe with her when talking about getting tested. So maybe she’ll talk about it later.
Once all was done, walking out of the building. I stopped Jess outside of the doors and asked if everything was ok. She said yeah, but I could tell something was wrong. The young lady who took her blood said she would have her results later on that night due to the high volume of people they have to call once they close It could possibly run into midnight at the latest. We went our seperate ways and that was the last time I saw her.
Jess tested positive for HIV/AIDs
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A little note from ME:
Although it may not be that time yet. It’s right around the corner and I HAD to incorporate such awarness in one of my stories. I go to my OB/GYN - family doctor annually for a “Well woman check-up” I get my physical, a pap and bloodwork done. Which was just in December.
I’ve been doing this before I even became sexually active. (not the pap part, as most people should know as woman you do not get pap smears until you’re 18 UNLESS you become sexually active before then) It’s even MORE important when you are having sex. Especially if you have multiple sex partners. IF you’re in a relationship. Get tested together. SEX is a beautiful thing when it’s with the RIGHT person and It’s even better when you both know your status.
I’am proud to say I know my status. It’s a good feeling to be STD HIV/AIDS free 22 years strong!
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