The Art of Sex (fems required - please join in when ready)

[Stevehere]

The Art of Sex

Story line -

Denzel is 23 and a talented artist. He is studying art but working part time in a library to help pay his way with his studies. He has recently broken out of a religious cult that he had been in for some years that forbode sex and is now trying to find himself in the world and in his art. He is average in appearance in many ways but has some attractive features. He is quietly warm but has genius about him that needs to be fostered and developed.

A sensitive guy, his lack of experience with women makes him a bit nervous in some respects. He has had sex while at highschool, but it meant little to him and his perspective of sex is that it can be cold and shallow. Being an artist he is looking for sensitivity in people not just aggressive sex or relationships. Looking for connection. After all, he is deep

 

[Stevehere]

Life painting was new to Denzel. He'd been doing the art course for two years, but he'd been exempted from partaking in life drawing in the past because of his religious beliefs. The Tomorrow Saints didn't permit such things. The cult forbade anything associated in even the remotest way with sexuality. But that was all behind Denzel now. Not that he wasn't still looking for something that is. But he knew now that it wasn't to be found in mindless adherence. Well, he always knew that he supposed, but he figured one has to look somewhere. And there was something about the community that provided meaning that he hadn’t found elsewhere. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t all he was looking for. But you have to learn, he’d remind himself, even if it just means eliminating based on experience.

Along with the others in the room he set up his easel and art gear and did a self-hypnosis exercise in his mind to relax and prepare himself to do his best work. It was his believe that it wasn't talent that caused him to attain the superior results that he did in his work - so judged by others, including his experienced art teacher Andre. No, it was his ability to relax himself and attend so well to what he was observing that he believed enabled him.

"Todays model" said Andre by way of introduction. The young woman entered from one of the side rooms looking somewhat vulnerable, barefoot and clad in a blanket.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

 

[Stevehere]

"Karen is your model, so observe and draw," began Andre.

"Let yourself go on the paper. Observe carefully but give something of yourself too. The greatest crime of an artist is to hold himself back. So go to it. Draw, draw, draw."

It was a long time since Denzel had seen anything remotely in the way of a naked body – besides his own of course. He felt his his body flush emotionally and physically at the sight of the nude. She was beautiful. Such a beautiful, vulnerable thing lying there. Denzel’s mind and emotions ran themselves over her body from foot to head. So curved he thought. So feminine. It wasn’t so much lust he felt, but admiration and inspiration – with a gush of lust – which was inevitable for a young man whose sexual feelings had been suppressed for so long.

When he reached the models face he paused. That soft smile on the lips, those eyes – what did they reveal? Denzel was in a state ready to begin. It came naturally to him. He knew what he had to do before he put pen, pencil, brush or anything to paper. In that sense it probably was innate talent. But then again, he had trained himself to do it by habit. To mentally and emotionally prepare himself to do his art. Even if they were only exercises, they WERE worthy of giving something of himself. He’d learnt that from Andre. And Denzel wasn’t surprised he’d cottoned on - not to when it was Andre’s mantra.

Denzel chuckled to himself in his mind. What would those at the Tomorrow Saints community say if they could see him now. Beholding a naked women? He chose an appropriate instrument and put pencil to paper.

As he studied his subject more carefully he began to reproduce what he saw, what he thought, what he felt, on the paper. And the more he studied and the more he drew they more entranced he became. The more enraptured he became by the woman’s beautiful form. The voluptuous curves. The roundness of the hips, the perfectly shaped breasts - so sucuulant – begging to be suckled. The slight, fragile shoulders – so different to that of a man.

Denzel was feeling something that he had been out of touch with for a long time. Longing for the opposite sex. It wasn’t mere lust he was feeling but something more pure than lust. It was a kind of lust yes, but it involved reverence. Reverence for something beautiful. Something he had never recalled feeling toward a woman’s body. It was like with every stroke he made with his instrument he was almost touching the model. As if he could feel her warm skin, her tender flesh. And it was sending charges of electricity through his body, through his emotions, pausing in his private parts but then flowing up through his hands to the paper. That energy. It included a sexual energy yes, Denzel couldn’t deny those feelings that were coming through. But it wasn’t like the cold sexuality he’d experienced in his younger days. It was something more real something he wanted to know more of, something that set him on fire inside.

“Wonderful!” cried Andre. Denzel stopped his work and looked round. His teacher was beeming. “Sometimes I think it’s you who should be in my shoes, eh, and I learning from you” he said in a low voice. Then he patted Denzel on the back and laughed. “Break." he announced to the class. "Take a break everybody. Who will be my pet and make me my coffee today? Three sugars as always thank you…”

The atmosphere of the room became more relaxed as people moved about, leaving for a smoke or getting coffee. Denzel went over to join some mates. He had to get that book back off Greg to complete an assignment.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

 

[Stevehere]

"Oh yeah, I'll get it, just a mo," Greg said before heading away to get Denzel's

book. Denzel was left alone with the two clowns of the class - Tom and Jared (affectionally referred to by most in the class as Tom and Jerry - and probably appropriately so as they were as inseparable as the cartoon duo and much of their lives seemed almost as manic"

"Whada you reckon? A fuckin honey, eh!" exclaimed Tom. At least he had the decency to talk in a hushed voice.

"Now, now, that's not PC, Tom. She's there for your artistic eyes only," bantered Jerry.

"Fuck art! I want to give her one." You probably wouldn’t' guess it, but Tom was actually artistically promising. Just easily distracted.

"You fancy her Den?"

"Denzels not allowed to fancy anyone, are you Denzel" jibed Tom. "Orders from on high, isn't it"

Denzel gave a faint grin. "That's all behind me now. Given it away."

"Here you are," said Greg cheerfully, reappearing and handing Denzel a well battered book. "What you guys talking about"

"Today's subject. My future fuck," said Tom.

"You'd be lucky" chuckled Greg, putting him in his place. Karen's a nice girl. Her folks know mine. Told me earlier she's looking for somewhere to live."

"Bummer! Our place is full" lamented Tom.

Denzel, looked over to Karen. Cocooned in that white sheet and wriggling like she was reminded him of a caterpillar about to burst out of its chrysalis as a butterfly. But reminding himself of what the sheet was masking made him decide that a butterfly couldn't compare to that beauty.

Denzel fetched two coffees and made his way over to Karen. Making sure he didn't startle her he caught her eye and spoke softly but confidently.

"Hi. I'm Denzel, I thought you might like something to help you stay warm." He held out the coffee. "Do you like it black? I can add milk or sugar."

Karen looked up at him. Face to face he was struck by her features. While working he had been focusing on her body as a whole. But now that face seemed like everything. Those soft luscious lips, soft pale skin, slightly flushed cheeks. For a moment he was lost in those warm deep brown eyes. Like they were tazering his insides, his emotions. He gasped micro-slightly - barely noticeable but to himself, then recomposed himself.

"I didn't think that sheet could be all that warming."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

 

[Stevehere]

Denzel smiled. "Good". He was genuinely pleased because he was a guy who liked to make people happy if he could. Even in small ways.

He notices Karen glancing over at Greg for a moment.

"Ah, you know Greg. He told me." She acknowledges she does. Realising coffee would be up soon he got to the main point quickly. His manner remained friendly but became a little more serious.

"Look, I know this is out of the blue and you don't know me from Adam and all, but Greg said you might be looking for a place to live. If you're interested I'm looking for someone to share my place. Nothing flash, but it's fairly roomy and dry and comfortable enough. Rents pretty good. Only two blocks from here."

"WORK!" Adre could be a man of few words when it suited him. But everyone know it was his signal for the class to begin again.

Denzel added: "Anyway, if you're interested at all, see me after class and we can talk about it some more. By the way, I think you're doing a swell job there. You're an inspiring subject to draw and you maintain your pose real well." "Hope Andre's paying you well," he added with another smile.

 

[Stevehere]

The last forty minutes of class seemed to fly by for

Denzel. He was lost in his art. Lost in Karen's form.

When class was up, there was the moment of students, gathering there things, debriefing ever so briefly and making light remarks as a way of easing the tension from their concentrating. Most students made there way out of class, a few hung about to chat and view each others efforts from the session.

After quickly packng up his things, Denzel made his way over to Karen. Better catch her quickly before she goes to change he thought. Not wanting to be seen to be coming on too strong he tried to catch her eye before saying anything. Give her the chance to reject his earlier offer in a no fuss way if she wanted.

After catching her eye he smiled, "Another good modelling session. Did you think any more about what I said? About coming to live at my place. I mean it would be OUR place if you wanted to. Don't want to sound possessive." He kept his voice down so people couldn't hear easily. He didn't want people to think this was some kind of come on. Warped Denzel switching to some sex worshipping religion now - chatting up life models, assuming they're loose. Wanting to start some kind of harem now.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

 

[Stevehere]

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”I don’t want to waste your time … but ... perhaps I could come look round some time … if it suits you … and then go from there …?”

She suggested …

Denzel was pleased. She sounded interested. Greg had said she was okay, and she seemed pleasant to talk to. And not too roudy—going by first impressions, anyway. He knew he couldn't expect sharing with someone to revovle solely around his interests. But his life was his art, and he valued some quiet - at least some of the time. So he could get lost in his work, without having to use his mp3 player to block out comotion. And he knew from past living arrangements that you just can't get that at all with some partyheads.

He wasn't a blind man. He saw she was beautiful, and not just as an artists model. But as a young woman. And ironically, one might think, he was seeing her as woman, well as a person, more than he did while he was drawing her without her clothes on. Then she was a lovely womanly subject, now she was a lovely girl - just dressed normally. A sexy attractive girl though. But this was buisiness, no more. So that wasn't his main focus. What was significant for a flatting arrangement was that she seemed a nice enough person, going by there short interactions.

Following on from her comment, he makes a suggestion "Yeah, sure. Ah. Well what about now? How does that suit?"

He wasn't being pushy. But he was keen to get someone to share as soon as possible. He'd already gone one week having to pay full wack for rent. And even though he had a part time job the money didn't go far. He could have sold his own art work too - but it was against the Tomorrow Saints rules and he hadn't been out of the cult long enough to organise himself since . Scott had left in a huff a week ago. Scott was also in the cult. (That was another rule - that Tomrrow Saints live with other believers only.) Scott's sudden departure had been due to Denzel pulling out of the cult. Unable to talk Denzel into returning he said he couldn't stay under the same roof as a defector. But the lease was in Denzel's name, so Denzel wasn't in a hurry to go. Scott owed rent but refused to pay saying he wouldn't have any more to do with what had become a house of the devil. Financially convenient for Scott that the Devil had taken over, Denzel had thought later, when trying desparately to scape the money together. He didn't want to lose the lease.

Further upsets and time consuming matters re the cult had meant Denzel hadn't had time to look properly for a new flatmate. But Karen was an opportunisitic situation.

"I know it's late and you won't be able to see outside the place so well. But you'd be able to see inside." Karen paused as though considering.

"I can offer you a drink when we get there" he joked, through a smile, hoping this might help tip the scales.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

 

[Stevehere]

"Shall we go ...?" she said.

"Yeah. OK," Denzel replied. He gave Greg a grin because he knew what it looked like, even if it wasn't. Denzel had a sense of humour, and this had tickled it. Greg's favourite expression tended to be "What's going on?" One of those people who likes to be in the know but never quite makes it in time, always arriving late in the scene. Greg had fancied Karen for a long time, but had never had the guts to ask her out. Knowing each other as friends since they were kids seemed to make it that much harder. He knew she didn't having a boyfriend at the moment. And offering to walk her home seemed a safe way to make some progress in getting closer to her. But it appeared he'd been beaten to the post. Once again just hadn't quite made it!

Leaving Greg to sort himself out, the two headed their way out of the class, together, Denzel grabbing some art things and a bag on the way.

Outside the evening was dark and cold. Denzel paused in the foyer of the building. "So, how were you to get home from here?" he asked, wondering how best to go about things. I have a scooter. So I either use that or walk to get home."

"There's a bus at the corner. But the buses go for another few hours, so that's no problem."

"Ok. So we either both scooter or both walk."

"Scooter?" Karen said enquiringly.

He quickly produced a fold-up push scooter from his bag with a laugh. "It's titanium. Actually designed to hold two people if need be." He laughed again at her expression of amazement. He took that as a no and put the scooter back in the bag. "Walking it is then."

The two headed off together down the fairly quiet street.

"I don't know if you know round here well, but it's all pretty quiet really. I kind of like that," commented Denzel, trying to be informative about the environment. "Not so much pollution from vehicles, either. Ah. It's starting to rain."

Spot were coming down but it wasn't too strong. Denzel pulled an umbrella from his bag while they walked. Opening it, he suggested they shared it if Karen wanted. She moved closer to him so as they were both sheltered as they went. There bodies touched from time to time. Denzel found it nice to be walking with a girl. Despite there being no relationship it felt pleasant some how.

Being closer to her he could smell the scent of a light perfume she was wearing, too. Despite being a deep person who wasn't always at ease, he had his spotaneous side too - where he said what was on his mind...

"I like your perfume," he said.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

 

[Stevehere]

"How long have you lived here Denzel?”

She asked.

”Why are you looking for someone to share with now …. ? You sure this is OK? I don’t want to disturb anyone …"

Denzel fished some keys out of his pocket and inserted one in the lock. "Since the beginning of last year. Since I started my course" He replied. "Could you just hold that a moment," he asked, handing her the umbrella. He played around with the lock and opened the door. "Ah, no...no-one else is here but me...". He held open the door and took the umbrella and folded it down, indicating to Karen to head on through to get out of the rain. He followed behind and closed the door.

"And you," he finisihed with a smile. "Come on through."

They past through a foyer and into what was obviously the kitchen. It was warmer inside and good to be out of the rain. The room was basic but quite roomy and was well equiped. Not perfectly tidy, but tidy enough with a bit of a lived in look about it. Clean though, as Denzel was old enough to have learned that living in your own squaler was no fun.

"Have a seat," he invited indicating to some table and chairs. And I'll get you that drink I promised. He rumaged quickly in a cupboard and produced a bottle of wine. "Red wine okay?". Karen agreed, so he found two glasses and poured each them both a drink. They both sat down.

"And to answer your other question, I'm looking for someone now because the other guy who was here left. It was all sudden and so it left me stuck. Well, stuck with too much rent that is. So the sooner I find someone the better."

He watched her as she took a sip of her drink. How should he put this. She deserved a proper filling in. Better coming from him than someone else like,Greg he thought. They could make it sound really bizarre.

"Look. There's something I should tell you. But I don't want you to freak out or anything. At least, I don't want it to put you off before you see the rest of the place." She gave him a bit of an apprehensive look. Damn. Could have put that better, he thought. Too late, now. Oh well, cards on the table time.

"The thing is, I was in this cult - a religious cult - called The Tomorrow Saints." He laughed a little. "Bad name I know. I was invovled for just over three years but came out of it fully about two months ago. Scott who was living here was in the cult too - well, still is. But he packed up and moved out over a week ago. It's definite he's not coming back. They won't share a place with unbelievers. And that's what I am now, I guess."

He tried to read how she was taking it. She looked surprised, but that was all she was giving away. He continued, "But none of that matters now, because the lease is in my name - the lease has nothing to do with the cult or anyone, just me. And although I might have been considered a bit of a religous freak at one stage, I'm not into that any more. And, hopefully I'm not too much weirder than the next guy."

She didn't reply, just still sat looking suprised, but took another sip of wine. "So, I'm not gonna start preaching at you is what I mean, and the place is definitely available if you want it."

He paused for some sort of a response.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

 

[Stevehere]

Denzel saw from all she said that she was smart. He liked that. She could speak her mind. And she wanted some more reassurance - that was understandable.

"Yeah. I see your point of view. Look, I don't blame you being wary. But I promise you, re the cult thing there is no big deal. I said I've been out of it two months, but that's only officially.

To tell the truth I was only interested in it for a real short time. It was a vulnerable time for me when I got joined. I was never really into the 'cultish' part of it. It was more the closeness - the community. The search for meaning. I'd always prided myself that I could see through things like cults - that they were a joke and I could never be controled or manipulated by nutters like that. And that was probably why I joined. Because I thought I could be involved and keep myself apart from it all at the same time. And I could.

But after a while you start to get to know people, care for some of them. And you find there are people in therewith problems. Real problems who needed help. So most of the time my focus was on helping them - however I could. I just ignored the crap part. For a long time I was sorting myself too and it was somehow easier to stay than to go. There IS the good side, you see, as well as the bad. There can be real friendships, community and caring.

And I guess the other half of the time in it, I'd been movingout of it, slowly. But I still wanted to help those who needed me, and it was somehow easier in the context of the cult. After all, once you're properly out you can't see any of them let alone help them.

And then, well, there comes a point when you've got to think about yourself some more too and move on, and so I broke ties completely. They hound you to come back for a while. But then they give up. They've given up with me I mean. In fact some were glad to see the back of me - I never conformed the way they liked, you see. They couldn't handle that.

So, I understand. I understand you wanting to get away from restraints and rules and someone else trying to run your life. That's exactly what I'm looking for now, too. And as far as I'm concerned you're an adult, so I'm not going to be telling you what to do. And I'm an adult, so we can both do our own thing."

He stopped, realising there should be an end to all monologues. He hoped she understood and believed what he was saying was genuine.

He quickly added. "By the way, I grew up with three sisters, so I'm sure we can manage if we use our noodles. I don't walk round the house with no clothes or anthing. Oh, except when I run out of clean laundry."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

 

[Stevehere]

”The naked body doesn’t shock me … “

She could give as good as she got. In fact, better, he realised. He hadn't really been serious about walking about naked. Not while sharing with a girl anyway. Was she flirting? Or was she serious? Or was she joking. She was grinning. Joking he supposed. But then if you can get up in front of a group of art students and take your clothes off, maybe she didn't really mind. he shrugged it off.

”Perhaps you could show me round … let me know what room would be mine, which rooms would be shared … and give me an idea of the rent and expenses …As long as you’re still sure you wouldn’t mind sharing with someone you’ve only just met … “ Karen asked him wondering why it was she felt comfortable enough with him to risk doing the same.

"Good idea," he said. "And I'm okay with it if you are. Anyway, nobody could be more weird than Scot. Now, he really was into some weird stuff. I'm not bad mouthing him. That was his buisiness. Not that I'm assuming you're weird in any way. Just mean that you seem fine to me."

He escorted her round the rest of the place. A living room, with open fire. Wood stacked around the walls - dry and fit to go, a bargain Denzel had picked up. What would be her bedroom - surprising for Karen to find it at the top of some spiral stairs. A novelty. Dry and clean and suprisingly spatious. A large bed. A small room off it - her own lounge. Past Denzels room and his own small living room converted into a painting studio. Bathroom fine.

They returned to the kitchen and finished their wine. "My budget doesn't usually stretch a lot to wine, but this was a gift" he said, pouring the remainder of the bottle in Karen's glass. He disclosed the rent price - more reasonable than she'd hoped.

The ball was now in her court.

She opened her mouth to speak, but there was a bang at the door. A bang, not a knock. Someone thumping loudly.

Denzel seemed as surprised as her. "Just a moment," He rose and walked across the kitchen into the foyer and opened the front door.

Karen heard Denzel speak to someone. He sounded suprised. Then she heard another voice - a man's voice. He sounded loud. Loud and aggressive. Then it sounded like some sort of argument. The other guy was louder and sounded angry. It was like Denzel was trying to pacify him.

Karen felt for some reason that she should have a closer look. Something didn't sound right. She tiptoed across the kitchen and quietly slipped into the foyer, behind Denzel.

"Put the gun down, Scott" were Denzel's words. A wave of adrenaline surged through Karen's body. Her brain when numb. Like it was trying to tell her she wasn't really there. Was she dreaming? No, this was real. She remembered why she was here. To look at a flat with a this guy she'd just met called Denzel. Suddenly she realised being grown up could be more dangerous than she'd realised.

She took a step back so as not to be seen by Scott. Is that that the best thing to do, or would it be better to reveal she was there? Phone the police? Had she seen a phone about the place? She didn't think so. She'd left her mobile at home. Did he have a mobile? She didn't notice. Her instincts caused her to freeze.

Denzel was obviously trying to calm Scott down. But was it working?

"Come back to the group!" the violent voice on the other side of the door demanded.

"Look a gun isn't the answer, mate" Denzel said calmly. Karen was amazed how calm he was in the circumstances. But how was he really underneath the voice? Surely he wasn't really any more calm than she felt.

"We can talk about it," Denzel continued. "But the gun isn't going to help, is it."

"If a gun won't make you come back then nothing will," Scott cried in an acrimonious and determined manner..

Then Karen heard the loudest bang in all her life. Like her brain had exploded. Denzel's body jumped back like he'd been pushed. Then he collapsed onto the floor. Karen saw blood. A frozen face.

She screamed.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Withdrawn due to change of story style.

Posts edited out to allow another player to take on the female role with another character more suitable for the direction the story has moved onto.​

 

[Stevehere]

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Denzel found himself looking through a haze. A blur. He could hear a scream...turning to a siren...turning to a bleeping...his eyes focused...the ceiling...he looked about...he was in his bedroom, lying on his bed.

The alarm clock was blaring. He gave it a whack. Silence.

Denzel lay back on his bed. What a nightmare. Or was it a dream? Elements of both he concluded. So much for an afternoon nap, he thought. As tiring as being awake.

The rest of the students will be at the life class now, he mused. Shame the cult wouldn't allow him to participate. They allowed no involvment in anything sexually related. But is life art really about sex, he wondered for a moment. He wasn't sure. Speaking of sex, he reached across the bed and grabbed a folder.

He sat up on the bed and began purusing through the folder's contents. Drawsing, paintings, art exercises. Struggling, thought Denzel, but some creativity behind it. peer assessment- an alternative assignment to attending the life drawing classes. Denzel repeatedly observed the scribbled signature at the bottom of the papers. What is it with Rex, he thought. Does he do it on purpose or what. It bugged Denzel. It seemed to Denzel that Rex did the very best each time to make the 'R' in his name look like an 'S'. Denzel observed a particularly rushed piece and the 'Sex' at the bottom. 'This mess was done by Sex,' he said a loud. He scribbled some more polite responses on an assessment sheet. Then he noticed there was blank for a title. He paused for a moment. Then he filled it in:

"THE ART OF SEX".

END.