Blake had his first art showing at the gallery. It began in January when he started a
series of artworks based on iconic local women. They were all nude in the paintings but the paintings were tastefully done. All through January and February, I wondered how he had got so many of these women to agree to his agenda. The inspiration came from the fact we were in a new decade and that we were *“reborn, spiritually naked, ready for the next level”.* Blake was very capable of being a bit flowery. That is why we love him so much. Most of his artwork had revolved around nude women. He swore it was nothing untoward – it was just something he was good at. When they did life drawings at university, he came out top of the class for his ability to perfectly capture the human curve. Ever since we were eighteen, he had been asking me to pose for him and I always refused. As much as it looks like I like being exposed, there was something that always freaked me out about Blake. Before I agreed to anything, I went to speak to him about my concerns. Blake was always a little upset I didn’t seem to trust his motives.
*“It has always been strange…I have known you for a long time. You have seen me naked
before but to have you explore every part of my body with your eyes…you seem to know
everything. Every sordid little detail of my life, you knew about before it even came out in the open. How do you do that?”*
*“Mum is a part-time psychic. That might have something to do with it.”*
*“I have never felt entirely comfortable around you for that reason.”*
*“Really? You seem just fine apart from right now…”*
*“I have been naked in front of you before – high school?”*
*“We didn’t have sex.”*
*“And the other time we were all so freaking high, none of us remember.”*
*“Late last year, I asked again. You have to relent at some point, Kitty.”*
*“My body is not perfect. I have just had a baby and the gym doesn’t sound that appetising.”*
*“Why on earth would you be thinking about working out at a time like this?”*
*“I feel I have to keep up appearances, despite the boys telling me otherwise. I am glad I have a gym in my house – I would be hopeless at leaving home to attend and I hate exercise.”*
*“I want your imperfect body to pose for me, Kitty Jacqueline Tune.”*
*“Wow, I have never heard you say my full name before. But why me? Why choose me?”*
*“Kitty, you are a pretty happy woman at the moment. You shouldn’t feel guilty or bad about your life.”*
*“It is weird you know. I thought my life was almost too perfect then. But we are not perfect, we have our issues. Working together on concepts of free love can be difficult..”*
I agreed. On the proviso that Frank and Seth almost be present. It could get a little
crowded.
The painting session was set for Valentine’s Day of 1980. The day had arrived – 7 a.m. to be exact and it was a Thursday morning so Bruce was taking over the care of the twins and taking James to school. Chris had volunteered sole care of Sapphire – he was excellent value when it came to newborns as Rhiannon and Sally would testify – and he was coming with us for the first while before taking her out for a play date with Rufus. I didn’t want to be out all day, the thought of being even that far away from my wee baby girl made me shake.
It is a thirty-minute drive and it was a drive I had become very familiar with. Blake was the only member of our gang to live in that part of town. Shame really – when Sally and Stephen were looking at land, they just about bought in the same neighbourhood until the real estate agent offered them land elsewhere at a cheaper price. Frank was driving, and I was in the back with Seth.
*“Are you nervous, Butterfly?”*
*“Sure, I don’t know what to expect and this is the first time I have left Sapphire on her own.”*
Also in the car were Christian and Rose. Two beautiful people who helped me maintain my
image for all those years. They had an agenda given to them. Make Kitty Tune striking.
*“Christian, I need beautiful long eyelashes and just a hint of glitter on my lips. Make me
smoking hot. Rose, do something fabulous with my hair, make it long and luxurious.”*
*“Your hair looks fabulous as it is. That colour is knockout punch stuff.”*
*“I know. New baby mother is also a sex bomb.”*
*“Welcome, Ms Tune. I thank you ever so much for posing, it is a real honour. Nice to see you bought both your companions with you.”*
*“Well Blake, some things can’t be done alone.”*
There were plenty of those modesty screens around and someone towered over them. I knew who it was.
*“Oh my…what on earth are you doing here?”*
*“You knew I was coming. Do you not remember what I said last week?”*
*“Mother of a newborn, I don’t remember what I did yesterday.”*
*“I am working on new songs at the moment. Do you not remember Elijah and Sean both live over this way.”*
*“Did you think I was not to be trusted alone with Blake?”*
*“You are joking aren’t you?”*
*“Of course. But you do realise it will be a lot of sitting around…and may I remind you I will be completely nude. What will Sally think?”*
*“It may be a lot of sitting around but I am with friends. I figure you need the entertainment and Sally would not care. We are not as on the straight and narrow as you think.”*
*“What on earth does that mean?”*
*“It will come out in due course but she knew I was coming here for the purpose of being a
spectator.”*
*“Am I allowed to call you a pervert right now?”*
*“Sure, if you so desire.”* He chuckled.
It appears the only band member missing was Thomas who probably didn’t even agree with the concept of a married man painting a married woman naked when her lovers of past and present were the audience. I had initial reservations about having such a large audience. Stephen was right though. I would be lying down quite for some time and a girl could get a little bored. What a splendid quarter to have in the room. I felt so alive, clad in black and silver. We talked shop.
*“Pretty lady, I want you to look vulnerable yet powerful yet youthful.”*
*“How about you have my head at the bottom of the shot? Nothing on but a pair of patent leather heels.”*
*“Did you bring those with you?”*
*“I sure did. I saw them on sale last year, went to get them…sold out. I was very lucky to source them elsewhere and you can thank Frank for that.”*
*“Nice choice of footwear, Frank.”*
*“Thanks, I think we can all admit to having a soft spot for patent leather.”*
*“Damn sexy pair of shoes, Kitty.”*
*“Special occasion shoes, Stephen. Very much like the ones I had when I lived with you back in the day. Mane like hair. Long black fingernails.”*
*“As long as the polish has extra shine. It should reflect the shoes.”*
*“Good thinking, Stephen, ever thought of becoming an artist?”*
*“I am an artist…just with music,” he smiled *“and how about some bananas within shot…nothing sexual but they could make it just a bit more fun.”*
*“I agree, pretty lady…you get to keep the artwork but it must go on show first in June.”*
*“Am I your muse, Blake?”*
*“For today, yes!”*
While I had gone over fully clothed, as soon as I had gone up the stairs into the studio part of Blake’s house I changed into my old tiger robe. I was then greeted by Rhiannon. Rhiannon admitted once she never used to like the idea of Blake painting nudes but now she was so used to them she would happily bring in cups of tea or glasses of red wine. It was warm. It was still summer. It was a perfect occasion. We had Stephen in one corner, Frank and Seth in the other and Blake off centre. Blake had the easel in front of him and a range of pencils and some expert hands, with a bottle of Shiraz. This is how it always was. I stood right in front of this group of men and the robe? It slipped straight off.
*“Well here I am. One may well think I was naked but I do have painted nails, face paint, wild hair and shoes that scream sex.”*
*“How do you feel?”.* Frank was a little confronted. I am not sure why – he had obviously seen me naked before. All four of them had.
*“I certainly do not feel shy. But perhaps a little self-conscious. I did have a baby just two months ago and yeah boobs are still on the menu. I am tired and Sapphire doesn’t have a regular sleeping pattern at all. I miss her. But yeah, I am not shy and you know I will be back in the saddle as of next month.”*
Blake had a way with words. *“I still remember those hot pants nine years ago. I thought you had a rocking good body. I thought Frank was so lucky there. I have admired that body for years. There was that night in March of 1968. Even when I was high as a kite, I still remember it.”*
*“Sounds like I missed one hell of a trip”*, said Seth. We all cracked up laughing. This was his wedding night remember.
*“It has been a long time since I have seen you naked, Kitty”* said Blake.
*“Not naked – nude”*. A correction from Stephen.
Set across the floor against a background was a soft azure blue mink blanket. It was not going to clash with my footwear. The bananas would stand out against it. I sprawled out on the floor, paying particular attention to how I was position so I didn’t totally expose myself.
*“Now I feel just a little silly.”*
*“Don’t say that, you look fantastic.”*
*“I went without breakfast today because I was a bit nervous. All four of you are making me nervous, looking at me…”*
My internal monologue started. Three of them I have had relations but not the one painting me. I felt quite dirty when I thought of that.
*“Are you not getting excited?”*
I had all four men talking to me about all sorts of things – about how we got to that point in our lives. We were all married…well almost. We had our success. 1980 was
probably going to be a very good year. Within the realms of our discussion was the fact that the band was now a five-piece band again. Stephen had quit. We sort of knew why, and it was not a surprise. His tenancy was never intended to be permanent either.
*“I did feel a bit confined. I am used to having control of everything. Look, I did so much for
the band yet it took until 1976 for me to decide I wanted to be an actual part of the process. I have always been a freelancer, doing as I please. I want to be free again. I did two albums while I was with you guys but I haven’t been pleased with the results. That and too much work. Especially with four small children.”*
*“Timing is the issue. Fair enough, Stephen. It seems to be working well for you. Another album in the works, not to mention being a father to a wee tribe.”*
*“Stephen, the man you can never tie down…”*
*“Unless it was something to do with either Sally or myself…”*
A lot of sniggering laughter. Anyone who has overheard a conversation between us would find it highly amusing, hinting at sexual perversion and full of innuendo. I had been warned
beforehand that I may have to pose for at least two hours. This session alone was just the
pencil work. My back started to hurt just a little.
*“You are doing well, my bum is getting numb. How long has it been…”*
*“Four hours to be precise. There was a clock I can see from my position. I have been watching it, thinking…fuck time, why you go so slow?”*
Blake looked a bit worried. He looked at me over and over and over.
*“Kitty, sorry this has taken so long but I am not sure how to best capture your face. There are too many angles to choose from. I don’t know which one is best. Can you help me?”*
I didn’t even get a chance to answer. Stephen had to say something.
*“I know what face of hers is best. Her eyes close and you always got the most wondrous view of her eyelashes and whatever makeup she had worn that day. She has a glow to her cheeks. Her mouth is only just ajar as if only to let the slightest zephyr of air in. I have studied it that much. It is when she has an orgasm.”*
*“What are you hinting at?”* I wanted to know why he said that. I looked over at Seth and
Frank. There was that silly look they had when they knew they had hit the jackpot.
*“He’s right you know. I have seen it too”*, said Seth.
*“So, my paradise…there is only one thing you can do…right?”*
*“Did you want me to touch myself?”*
Stupid question really.
*“I’m fine with that”*. Yeah, as you would always be Blake.
My hands wandered over my body. It was only the slightest touch, enough to make me tingle. Relax. If I could relax, I would be able to perform properly. It was the same with my music. My hand traced a trail down my neck and across my collarbone. I fondled my tits. They were soft and pliable and quite full looking. I rubbed my nipples between my fingers. I could feel the tingling going further down my body and I could feel the rush.
*“Akin to a waterfall taking its very first descent. You seem flushed…”*
*“Well I am definitely more excited now, positively juicy.”*
My hands danced over my tummy and I could feel butterflies. I was slightly on edge. I needed the adrenaline. I let one hand lead the way down south. I was a bit hairy down there. I prefer being like that. My skin was all soft and smooth. I knew my own geography well – they do say the person who knows you most intimately is yourself. My hand was feeling my lips, looking for that sweet spot. I was greeted with the slippery sensation I had come to expect. It felt so soft, warm and wet. I let my breathing get just that little bit heavier. There was a captive audience. Blake was a professional. He kept looking at me then his easel. The other men looked like they were off in la la land.
*“Keep working at it…”*
*“Bananas…”*
*“Bananas?”*
I kept touching myself and started talking…it was ever so breathy and broken up. It is very hard to concentrate on talking and masturbating at the same time – dirty talk being an exception.
*“Oh bananas…so useful when I was younger and poor – a perfect approximation…”*
*“Do you mind saying what they are an approximation of?”* I swear hearing Stephen’s voice just turned me on even more. I cannot quite believe he was in the room with me. Like he needed to ask the question, he had first experience with banana sex play.
*“A peeled banana…firm yet soft.”*
I knew what to do next. While I originally had no intention of doing anything sexual with them, there was no way I could escape the idea of the phallic fruit now I had talked about it. There was one nestled close to my ear, almost entangled in my hair. The fruits had moved around while I writhed on the floor. I caught a hold of the banana and unpeeled…
*“That is going to be a rather infamous piece of fruit…”*
I ran my hand up and down the banana. It was a perfect size. I wrapped my lips around it,
forming a fairly tight seal. I imagined it belonged to Stephen – because I honestly had not seen his for many years. Just because I wasn’t sleeping with Stephen, didn’t mean I had stopped thinking of him in fantasy horseplay. I had no real attraction to Blake but it didn’t stop me thinking occasional what it would be like to sleep with him. I licked the banana like it was a shaft. I flicked my tongue all over it. Of course, I sucked on it, not too hard though.
*“Good grief, the butterfly is giving a blowjob to a banana.”*
I took it out of my mouth and made the banana trip all the way down my body. Leaving a sweet smelling, damp trail of salivated fruit. Oh dear, what was I doing?
*“I am not going to regret this, am I?“*
*”Blake, are you referring to yourself or…”*
I opened my eyes for just a moment to see Frank look at Blake. All the men looked a bit lost.
*“Oh no, you are not going to…are you?”*
Blake felt quite guilty. I paused for a moment to look at the boys. The band’s singer, drummer, bassist and former
multi-instrumentalist.
*“None of my sessions ever went like this.”*
*“Now would not be a good time for Rhiannon to come to the door with a cup of tea…”*
*“Rhiannon trusts me not to think untoward about others. I have had many women through my doors lie down in front of me and expose themselves. This would not have been an exception. Stephen, I am joking when I say this, but this is all your fault.”*
*“She has all those very close to her under her spell.”*
*“She feeds off sex.”*
*“Sex is what motivates her and continues to do so…”*
*“May I have some silence, for now, please…your din is distracting me?”*
You could call me a hedonist. And this was like the biggest slap of pleasure out there. I cannot remember having such an erotic moment ever. I should have been asking Stephen for more hot suggestions but one must remember he is a married man. Sally was more accepting than most of our liberal lifestyles. The banana was wet and poised for action. I had the tip teasing me, probing about looking for that place. I slipped it into my already saturated pussy, ever so slowly. My pussy had a good grip on it. I just had to concentrate on the feeling of fullness I was experiencing. I had had many sexual experiences but this one was quite on another level. Here I was, thrusting myself with that banana, trying to be careful not to squish the damn thing. I closed my eyes. If I looked at those men again, I would probably come off the boil. I had come into my mind several other erotic episodes from my life.
I thought back to when I first fucked Stephen in his office. Being tied up on the kitchen floor. Playing with a gas mask.The first time I slept with Frank and he grabbed my arm in the shower. Being caught in the kitchen and being a rather slutty skater girl.
A very hot August and September. Being caught being fingered in the sea. Sex in a seaside location. How about that threesome and the Alexia love festival? My days of experiences were not over. Each experience left me oh so very frisky and desperate for a release.
Still fucking myself with a banana. I didn’t hear a word, only the swish of the pencil onto the canvas as Blake was doing his outline. He never painted entirely from sitting – it was always a pencil outline before filling out the detail. I knew I was close to the release. I was slowly getting louder. Hoping Rhiannon couldn’t hear me – apparently, she didn’t. She probably knew it was going on. Rhiannon and I never really spoke about my lifestyle. She acknowledged it existed and left it at that. Three of those men had studied me well and could tell when something was about to happen. It was Seth that broke the silence. When there was silence, the sexual tension in there was incredibly thick.
*“Blake…take your focus away from the page, you need to watch her face. It is like your mind will have to take a photo of that moment. You cannot look away and you cannot flinch. Otherwise, it will be your loss.”*
*“He’s right. We won’t be in this situation ever again I think.”*
*“Keep watching. Focus on everything. Her closed eyes, her lips, her sighs.”*
Then I felt the shift. My hips had been moving and thrusting against what was now a well-worn banana. I was contorted, trying my best to fuck myself as deep as I possibly could. The best description was the feeling of fireworks from within. I could have intoxicated my crowd with my pleasure. It was a sweet luxurious sound coming from my slightly ajar lips. I could feel my heart racing. There was the moment…
Blake watched my face at the second I had an orgasm. He would not see it ever again. He
probably will never see it again. That image stayed with him. I lay on the ground in a twisted heap, one distorted banana. As I opened my eyes, I wasn’t sure where to look. I looked at Frank first. Then Seth. Then Stephen. Then Blake. All of them looked like they were not quite sure what to do with themselves. Especially as when I started to get up, I realised my boobs were leaking milk. The hard cold reality that really I am not some sex object – I am a mother of a two-month-old.
*“I am so sorry…”*
*“Don’t be, pretty lady. It was rather wonderful to watch. I think we can all attest to that…as for the milk situation, don’t be so hard on yourself because those boobs must be pretty full at the moment.”*
*“You make me sound like a petrol tank. But it is true. I am breastfeeding the latest baby
and I could not be happier. I am tired though and hungry…I wish I had eaten that banana I just performed with…”*
*“I have finished Kitty…the sketch. Thank you.”*
The only person who had been able to see the sketching was Stephen. He took one look at the sketch and only had three words for it.
*“So fucking hot.”*
The other men had a look and were quite stunned. Blake had captured me perfectly. Of course,he didn’t include the banana in the place where I had it – it was more lying on my stomach half peeled. I had me and my banana immortalized in a quite perfect and erotic moment. I quickly got up and got dressed. I was desperate to get out of there and get home. It was the swiftest of goodbyes to everybody.
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