I find inspiration through painting. The curve of a brush stroke can be intense, beautiful, arousing, sensual or embracing. I guess it all depends on the circumstance.
The circumstance with Janelle was all of those things and more.
I had never been with a woman before, although I've always been one to enjoy myself sexually. I had been with three men by the age of twenty-one, I wouldn't call myself promiscuous, but I knew how to have a good time when I wanted one. I often used painting as an outlet for sexual expression. A painting can often capture an emotion far better than words. I have painted my lovers before, but something was missing, some sort of spark, it wasn't what I was looking for.
I signed up one summer for a month long retreat for experienced art students. There were various classes offered, many taught by well-known names in the art world. I decided on a range of classes, watercolor landscapes, life drawing, and even a class in sculpture. A bit of everything to sort of get myself a bit more well rounded in a sense. Our rooms were single so I thankfully didn't have to deal with the kind of obnoxious roommates I had back at college. I could focus...
On the first day, I felt sort of overwhelmed. Many of the people on the retreat were much older than me and clearly had a lot more experience. The classes were nothing like I had ever taken before and I felt embarrassed at times not having some fancy art show I could talk about. It was quite a relief when in my life drawing class I met Janelle. Janelle appeared to be no older than twenty-one or twenty-two. She obviously had the spark and drive of a natural artist, but she didn't have the wall of pretentiousness that many of the other artists there had. I was instantly drawn to her, so I grabbed the easel next to her's. Janelle was very attractive in a nontraditional sort of way. She was shorter than me, she was well built, but didn't try and show off with any slutty outfit. Her style was her own, and her short red hair fit her perfectly.
"Is this your first time?" her eyes sparkled at me. I was taken aback by her remark. "At one of these retreats? Is this your first one?"
"Oh, yes. I mean, I go to an art school during the year, but the classes here looked so good, I wanted to squeeze in some more time." I stammered. She clicked the end of a pencil onto her bottom lip gently, as if testing to see if that one was the one she would use today. She had pouty heart shaped lips that curled delicately into a kind of mischievous smile. They were nice. I caught myself immediately looking at them.
"I'm glad I'm not the only other college student here." She paused, "hey, would you like to get some lunch with me after class, I don't really know anyone here and I'd rather not be a complete loner this month."
"Yes, definitely!" my words sounded a little too excited. Why was I so intrigued by her? I've known attractive women, tons of attractive women. A fair number has even propositioned me during school. I've always gotten used to sort of being lusted after. I have the sort of typical beauty, very different than Janelle. I've always been a bit tall for my age, long blonde hair, green eyes, and the kind of girl guys want to take home to their parents. I've never felt the need to be with a woman, but something about Janelle made me at a loss for words.
