Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust.
Rick And Linda: Garden Oaks Art Club.
Book 1.
My art teacher in high school, my 18
th
year in 1970, Miss Ann Parks, picked her best and brightest to take eight of us to the Coliseum to see a band in concert. She was a sister-in-law to someone in the band. Making a drum circle, they warmed up the voices with B'nai birth Hebrew songs for fifteen minutes. Then they asked us to think of a loved one gone from this world, and they would be with us in harmony. We sat in the wings, and they gave us tambourines and sticks to beat on the night's last song. Finally, their families, kids, my teacher, and we were pulled on stage. We jammed for 30 minutes with three encores.
Out of that group, four of us became regulars at The Garden Oaks Art Club. We would meet at Ms. P.'s house and do arts, crafts, and body studies (including nudes I know we are still in high school). We drank cokes and had pizza or popcorn for snacks. We smoked that wacky tobacky. We learned about the world, or we learned about art. And even more about ourselves and the opposite sex. We worked with clay for sculptures or pottery, painting, and sketches. Our models would be one of us in bathing suits by drawing straws, including Ms. P., as we now call her.
Before starting this semi-nude stuff, we shared a little wine and good tunes. That ended up with two guys kissing and making out in a closet by that good old-school classic Spin-the-Bottle with all the women! Now is a good time to tell you a bit about us. I'm Rick Allan Bogart. I stand six foot two with long brown hair that gets curly when it gets too humid. I have blue eyes, and everyone tells me I have long eyelashes. I weigh one hundred and eighty pounds. Working out in the gym four days a week keeps me fit, but I don't play sports because you must cut your hair off.
Linda Ann Jones is also eighteen, stands five foot nine, and weighs about one hundred and forty pounds: she has the brightest blue eyes and long blond curly hair. Your breast was quite the site and stood out, firm and proud you looked like you were 36C-30-34 was stunning to see, but your personality stood out even more than your looks. You were ready to fight the government to get equal rights. Whether by a side kick to the groin or a flying elbow to the collarbone, one of the kids, a golden gloves boxer, showed us how to fight to give and as well how to take it.
Lilly stood the shortest of us four at five foot two and a petite one hundred and twenty pounds. Your breast was on the small size. I never really asked her about her measurements. Her green eyes and short red hair made her quite a knock-out, but you knew it when her full lips kissed.
Billy was five foot six and one hundred and seventy pounds with black hair and brown eyes. He fought in street fights for cash and boxed in the golden gloves. He taught us all how to block a punch and give one back and how to read a threat based on eye moment and arm size. The what other guys reach was also was something to watch as was how they stood if they had balance.
Over the next few weeks, one or two of us would be asked to stay behind for more extra fun or skills we needed to work on. Fun it was Ms. P. would bring out the hash. We got blasted, and it was a great Sex Ed and an advanced course. We were taught how to stay clean and smell clean. How to act on a date? How to order for your lady by asking her what she would like first. What fork do you use, and how to meet their folks? Learning how to read people's intent and the stages of arousal and foreplay in both men and women.
She would tell us exactly what to do and why. I lost my virginity to my aunt over the summer, which was a hot plus. Our lessons were never the same way twice. She would ask if it was alright to do something first, in her soft sexy voice, what she would do. Or it was what she was telling us what to do. I had fallen in love with all three women, and it was hurting my grades. I walked in a hormone buzz; my little head did all the thinking for me all the time.
Ms. P. pulled me aside after art class at school and says. "Please stay behind for a few. I'll write you a note. What's going on, Rick?"
I say. "Nothing. I'm just in love with you three.
Ms. P. says. "You're going to fall in love with who you see sexually; the better it feels, the faster you fall into either true lust or love. Learn to see this as a good thing. You must know how to tell them apart, but try this for me. Close your eyes and see how we would become a boy/girl thing in two years. Tell me what our day would look like."
She stood facing the doors, watching me and the doors for anyone coming in.
I say. "We wake up in bed starting the day with a bout of sex with my morning hard-on. We shower together, and we dress for school. I make us breakfast. We perform our weekday tasks as usual. You would come home from work meeting me at the door after all my activities, and you're in nothing but an apron with a drink in your hand. We would eat dinner and then make love until it was time to sleep."
Skeptically she responds by telling me about her previous relationship five years ago. "The sex was rough without him asking first or any real foreplay, really good for him, not so much for me. I did meet him at the door, just as you said his orders, but the neighbors saw me. I was fired because they called the school, that's why I moved here. He took my mouth the same way as he did my pussy. Then dinner, bed, and retook my ass all for him."
She asks again. "Where do you see us in ten years?"
I started to answer, and for every answer I could give, she told me what happens in real life or what could happen.
Then Ms. P. says. "You have to learn that we don't know enough about life until we learn or are shown it. That takes time, luck, and love.''
I say. "I see my dreams are just fantasies of a kid. So I am working on it now. The future will be whatever it is, but nobody will use me, nor will I let anyone else do it."
Ms. P. says. "You and the group have seen and shared fun sex skills that make you well-rounded. Skills and talents that you can use those learned skills to make love and have fun with until we die!"
She laughed and says. "I think the next meeting will discuss the downside of sex or lovemaking." Ms. P. wrote me a note for class. I winked at you and left as you started to mix paints for the next class.
A few days later, we are sipping our Sprite wine spritzers, a quarter cup of red or white wine, and a full glass of Sprite, and she asks the guys. "Have you seen a period before, a menstrual cycle?"
This grossed us out, then Ms. P. says. "Have you ever seen a dirty diaper?"
We all nodded yes.
Ms. P. pulls out a dirty pad and says. "You guys need to look and smell it because about twelve times a year, that's twenty-four to eighty-four days. This will be your sex life or not; some women would rather not be touched during their time."
I dare to be the first to reach out my hand. I learned it's not scary if you know knowledge is power. It was not as big of a deal as everyone seemed to make it out. Now after three months, we've seen or done pretty much everything there is to talk about sex, but the last thing I expected to see was Ms.P.'s pussy with a string hanging out. She had the same smell but maybe a touch of copper. Let me stop by telling you how the Ex-Texas State College cheerleader looked. She stood six foot one and was very Rubenesque weighing one hundred and sixty pounds. She had full breasts with large nipples, her measurements of 38d-32- 34. You have bright red hair in a bun at school, but she let her long hair down at home and was a natural redhead. Her green eyes sparkled with delight when we learned some new skill or talent.
