When she came back from class she saw me laying in bed and pulled me to my feet, saying something about where we left off, I was confused, but she sat back down on her bed pulling me on top of her again. I smiled, and she wrapped her arms behind my back, forcing me in closer. our bodies were touching, and I think I started to realize that maybe she was into me. I wanted to take it further but I still wasn't sure if I had taken her actions the right way. She then leaned in towards my face, keeping eye contact as I arched my back, so her chin was on my chest. I decided then that there was no going back, and what straight girl would be this close to me anyways? I leaned down and put my lips on hers, my face above hers, her arms controlling me from the back. I think this might be the best day of my life.
I left class today and ran home, and I wanted to talk to Jacey before she drove out to have dinner with her parents. I needed her help on my project. As I opened the door I found her sitting on the floor next to her phone, with tear stained cheeks. I knelt down beside her in an attempt to comfort her. I asked her what the problem was and she mumbled something about her dad. I've heard her talk about him before, but never in a positive way. The bags under her eyes spoke of more than just tears so I pulled her off the floor and over to her bed, to try to get her to sleep for a bit. Instead of climbing in bed like I'd expected her to, she pushed me backwards and lay on top of me, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face in my neck. I couldn't tell if she was sad or angry, but after a while we both dropped off, tangled together.
We started a new project, in partners. Jacey and I decided to team up. We were told we were to paint something on the other person's body that represented them from our point of view. We smiled at each other and started walking home. I knew what to paint. I wondered what hers would be.
We started our project earlier and we decided she would paint on me first. She decided to paint my cheeks and down my shoulders and my chest, so we were given a private room for me to take my shirt off, leaving me in just my sports bra with the straps pulled down around my elbows. She started off with oranges on my cheek bones and down to reds on my cheeks and yellows on my jaw and more red on my neck. Above my collar bones she painted yellows and in the hollows between my neck, shoulders, and collarbones she painted greens. She then faded in blues down my chest, like a dissipating cloud. After finishing off the base colors, she took a black paint and put lines on the sharper parts of my features, such my high cheek bones and prominent collar bones. Then in blue Jacey painted war stripes on my face and in white she painted sharp edges to the borders of the paint on my face, by my ears up to under my eyes and over the bridge of my nose. She had painted one side of my nose a little darker to accentuate the crookedness of it. I don't know why she did that, I hate bend in my nose. Then she put her hands in the black paint and put hand prints on my shoulders and chest, and finally on the sides of my neck. As she finished she called in the professor and they talked quietly about my brightly painted skin. I wasn't sure what any of it meant, but after they had finished talking it had dried so we went home and Jacey helped me scrub it off.
Jacey and I went to the movies today and after I finished my popcorn she put her hand on my leg and leaned on it to kiss me. I guess she wasn't too interested in my choice of movie.
I'm going to get to paint my project on Jacey tomorrow and I'm kind of nervous.
The project she painted on me was mostly bright colors and contrasts whereas my plan for her is mostly cool colors, something simple without too many parts to it. I started by asking her to take her shirt off, so she was in just a lacy bra and track pants. I painted around her eyes in a dark cerulean blue, into a dark turquoise shade around the outside of her eye sockets. I then painted down her face with shades and hues of green, like dripping paint. I started to get lost in the movements of my paint brush, watching the color stain her skin. We had a speaker in the room and even though I could barely hear the music through my focus my hand started brushing in time to the beat. As I painted under her chin in a dark purple, Jacey had started to reach for me, hooking her hand behind my head. As I stood up to put more paint on her face she pulled me closer, still without breaking my trance. I was then again on her lap, my one arm around her neck, the other poised with a paintbrush over her eye. As I was about to put some paint on her eyelid she pushed by hand away, pulling the paint brush out of it with her other hand. She then grabbed onto my wrist, pulling it behind my head with the arm the same side as the arm that I had hooked around her neck. I felt another hand on my lower back and she pulled close, sliding me up her legs, which my knees were on either side of, straddling her on the bench. She pulled my face down towards her by pulling on the wrist she had behind my head. She gently touched her lips to mine, smiling into the kiss as I closed my eyes and arched my back. Pulling me away she kissed my neck, and then picked up the paint brush she had taken away, pressing back into my hand after she let it go from behind my head. I finished painting her face and shoulders without get off of her lap. I don't think I ever wanted to leave her arms.
It's starting to get cold, I shivered under my covers last night.
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