Brush Strokes
This is dirty too. Like, alot. Soooo... yeah.
Also, it's the end.
His face lit again with the fire of lust as I moved my hips in small circles, working him up to full length again. I leaned down and licked his nipple, giggling when he gasped and bucked under me. His hands tangled in my hair and he groaned. "Now who's being too slow?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
Just to tease him, I hovered over his length, allowing him only a hint of entrance, and nibbled along his neck and up to his ear. I pulled off of him. I traced my hands down his chest, ignoring the marks, down to take him in my hand and started to rub him. His breath sped until it was nothing more than choking need, and he pulled my head away from his neck and forced my lips to his. Growling, I released him and slid down over his cock, my wetness lubricating him until he was fully encased in me. I moaned, the bliss of him between my legs rising rapidly as I rode him. I leaned up, sitting on top of him, and reached around between his legs and grazed his balls lightly, my eyes closed and head tilted back as I rode faster, faster, faster. I could hear his mindless pleas, begging me not to stop, go faster, oh god, he sounded so good. He felt so good, firm beneath my fingertips, warm on my thighs. Suddenly, his hips lifted up as he bucked off the mattress, his hands tightening on my hips as he climaxed. He fell back to the mattress, shuddering in delight, with just enough force to send me over the edge into my own orgasm. Once I could uncurl my toes, I opened my eyes and looked down at him, again, smiling.
"Incredible. Even more so from this angle," he said, taking in my breasts and the painted expanse of my torso.
I giggled and blushed, swatting at his chest and dismounting. Instead of laying next to him, I scooted to the side of the bed, pulling the sheet around me, noticing the paint smeared on the rumpled bed. I looked down at myself and giggled at the random, irrational lines Louis had painted all over me.
"That sheet isn't necessary, you know," he said from the bed, proudly splaying his beautiful form across the bed. Shaking off the sudden impulse to mount him again, I smiled and turned to the door.
"I have to get the turpentine, and I don't know if Maggie is here. She thinks the sheet is necessary." That wasn't entirely true, but Louis didn't need to know that.
Fortunately, we were alone. I grabbed the tin can from my paint stand and picked up our clothes from the floor. When I grabbed Louis' pants, I picked them up by the ankle, and his wallet fell out, landing on the bend and opening for me to see the contents.
Oh, how I wish that hadn't happened.
As I bent over to pick it up, I looked at his driver's license. Then his other driver's license. Then his credit cards. The wad of money in the cash fold. A cold chill ran down my back as I slowly started to comprehend- I had no idea who was in my bed at that very moment. The man who was there was a liar, and God knows what else. Shaking with shock, anger, and a hint of fear, I took a deep breath and tried to figure out what to do. Should I run? Was he dangerous? Would he be know that I knew he was lying? Why was I still standing here, naked, with only a sheet around me? If I needed to run, I needed to be dressed to do so. I swiftly dropped the sheet around me and hastily threw my clothes on.
I had to think fast. He was probably starting to wonder what I was doing, so I had to come up with some way to stall him. "Uh...Louis? I have to run and help Maggie...um...she's lost her credit card and needs to pay for her lunch," I called to him, hoping he couldn't hear the wavering in my lie.
I could hear him moving around the bedroom, then he said, "I'll go with you."
"No! You stay here..." my stomach turned, "I want you just like that when I get back."
I heard him chuckle and sighed in relief. "Ok, but hurry."
"That won't be an issue," I mumbled, then called to him, "I'll run."
As a last minute thought, I grabbed his wallet from his pile of clothes and swiped the two ID cards, and cataloged the names on a couple of the credit cards. I slid on my shoes and hurried out the door and down the steps, out onto the sidewalk. I looked back up at the window to my bedroom and saw Louis standing there, shirtless, and smiling.
Damn he looked good.
I made myself focus on the task at hand. Something was wrong with him, and I needed to know what it was. The only thing I could think to do was to go to the police station and give them the ID cards and ask if he's wanted somewhere. Or suspected of anything. Then what? If he wasn't missing from anywhere and not a criminal, what would I do then? Go back and pretend nothing happened? Forget about his two identities? Forget that he has been lying? Well, lying by omission, but still.
I looked up and realized I had made it to the police station in record time. I guess I really did run. I walked in through the glass pane doors and right up to the counter. Luckily, small town police are hardly busy, so hopefully I wouldn't be long.
"Excuse me?" It seemed odd that no one looked up when I came in, or greeted me at the counter. Finally, a pudgy guy with a tiny name tag looked up from his comics page.
"Can I help you?" he asked gruffly.
"I was wondering if you could run a background check for me?" I asked as sweetly as I could. I produced the two cards on the counter and slid them to the man on the other side. "I...need to know if I should hire this guy, you know?"
"Background checks ain't free, ya know," he answered back.
"Can I start a tab, mister..." I checked his name tag, "Oh, excuse me, Deputy Jenner," and smiled my sweetest smile.
"What's your name, miss?" Jenner asked.
"Jacqueline Hallstrep, sir. I'm staying in apartment 3 above the barber shop. I'll be happy to pay the fee, I just don't have any cash on me at the moment."
"Alright. It costs 20 bucks. For each one." He looked down at the cards in his hand. "Twins? What kinda work do you do?"
"I'm a painter...I lucked out and got a two for one," I said, laughing, "And I need to make sure they won't run off with my collection, ya know?"
He finally chuckled and turned around to sit at an ancient computer. "This'll take 'bout 10 minutes. Wanna sit down?"
"Yes, thank you, sir!" I said, flashing a grin and turning to sit at one of the seats next to the counter. I had pent up nervous energy, and no outlet...so I drummed my fingers on my knee. Well, at least it was noiseless. I chewed my bottom lip, I fidgeted, I twirled my hair... I twirled my hair. That's how nervous I was. Do I seem like a hair twirling type of girl?
Finally, after an eternity, the Deputy came back. "These two are squeaky clean. Not even a parkin' ticket between 'em. 'Course, they only got here from Denmark a few months ago."
Feigning relief, I smiled. "And nothing internationally?"
"Not what I could tell. You picked a coupla good 'uns."
"Well, thanks bunches! It's good to know there are still all sorts of good people in this world," making sure to wink at him, "And I'll bring back that fee tomorrow. Is that soon enough?"
"That'll be fine, ma'am," he said, and nodded his head.
I left the station even more confused and worried than when I got there. Now what? I knew Louis wasn't a twin. Or, if he was, his twin was nowhere to be found here. At least, I didn't think so. So who was this other person, this..."Daniel Van Kasteel?" I said aloud. Is it possible that he does have a twin? Or was he just not very creative when stealing names?
I paced at the entrance of my apartment for several minutes. I couldn't come to a decision about what to do. I needed to know what was going on with Louis. Or Daniel.
I took a resigned breath and started up to my apartment. What would I say to him?
I was still trying to figure a way to get what I wanted when I opened the door. Lost in thought, I didn’t pay attention to the pile of clothes that were present when I left, but gone now. I didn’t notice the quiet of the apartment when I should have heard a greeting from the bedroom. I didn’t notice any of that, but I finally noticed that my room was empty when I pasted a smile on my face and looked to my bed. It was rumpled and just like it should have been...if I hadn’t left it with a smoldering Dane keeping it warm.
What happened? Where was he? How long would he be gone when he realized his ID cards were missing? I stared at the bed blankly for a second, then sat down.
Great. He was gone. I’d never get to ask the questions that I’d worked so hard to figure out on the way up here. He just wanted a one night stand...well, day time, anyway. And now that he’d gotten what he wanted, he left. I felt so stupid, so...bamboozled. How did he know I was an easy target?
A sudden thought made my self- beration turn to anger. He targeted me. Suddenly I jumped up and started going through my paintings and finished pictures. I accounted for everything in my room, then went into the living room. Everything was there, save for the last sketch I made of Louis. Instead, there was a note on the top page of my sketch book.
“I didn’t want to leave without saying thank you...today was the first day I’d felt worth something. I’m usually expected to be just like my brother, Daniel, for whom I work. You didn’t compare me to anyone, and that meant the world to me. But I couldn’t stay. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t risk dashing the dream I had of you. I knew, one day, that you’d start seeing me the way everyone else does. So I’m beating you to the punch, so to say. I’m sorry I had to leave this way.
-Louis”
Well. Isn’t that just peachy. He didn’t even give me a chance to decide for myself. And I was angry all over again. It wasn’t fair! I wanted to stomp my foot and throw a fit, but there was no one to witness my display, so it wouldn’t have been any fun.
Instead, I took a deep breath and walked back to my room. It was getting late and...wait, where’s Maggie? I picked up the phone to dial her cell, relieved when she answered, though I couldn’t hear her. She yelled that she was fine and going to spend the night with the man she’d picked up and she’d see me tomorrow.
I laid the phone down and crawled into bed after undressing. Pulling the covers around me, I noticed that the sheets still smelled like sex and Louis. It made me remember how he felt touching me, kissing me, under me, over me...I brushed my fingertips over my chest, down my stomach, and south, finding the spot between my legs that was tingling. I remembered how it felt when he brushed the paint on my body, the fiery trail his lips left as I touched myself, rubbing more vigorously as my memories led me to the bedroom. I remembered how he felt sliding into me, pushing into me over and over and over, bringing myself to climax with a final gasp of pleasure.
I didn’t think I’d wash these sheets anytime soon.
I guessed the way Louis left was the best way...I’d always remember him under me, not having another memory to replace it with. And, I still had his ID cards. Finally, I rolled over and fell asleep, a smile on my face.
Also, it's the end.
His face lit again with the fire of lust as I moved my hips in small circles, working him up to full length again. I leaned down and licked his nipple, giggling when he gasped and bucked under me. His hands tangled in my hair and he groaned. "Now who's being too slow?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
Just to tease him, I hovered over his length, allowing him only a hint of entrance, and nibbled along his neck and up to his ear. I pulled off of him. I traced my hands down his chest, ignoring the marks, down to take him in my hand and started to rub him. His breath sped until it was nothing more than choking need, and he pulled my head away from his neck and forced my lips to his. Growling, I released him and slid down over his cock, my wetness lubricating him until he was fully encased in me. I moaned, the bliss of him between my legs rising rapidly as I rode him. I leaned up, sitting on top of him, and reached around between his legs and grazed his balls lightly, my eyes closed and head tilted back as I rode faster, faster, faster. I could hear his mindless pleas, begging me not to stop, go faster, oh god, he sounded so good. He felt so good, firm beneath my fingertips, warm on my thighs. Suddenly, his hips lifted up as he bucked off the mattress, his hands tightening on my hips as he climaxed. He fell back to the mattress, shuddering in delight, with just enough force to send me over the edge into my own orgasm. Once I could uncurl my toes, I opened my eyes and looked down at him, again, smiling.
"Incredible. Even more so from this angle," he said, taking in my breasts and the painted expanse of my torso.
I giggled and blushed, swatting at his chest and dismounting. Instead of laying next to him, I scooted to the side of the bed, pulling the sheet around me, noticing the paint smeared on the rumpled bed. I looked down at myself and giggled at the random, irrational lines Louis had painted all over me.
"That sheet isn't necessary, you know," he said from the bed, proudly splaying his beautiful form across the bed. Shaking off the sudden impulse to mount him again, I smiled and turned to the door.
"I have to get the turpentine, and I don't know if Maggie is here. She thinks the sheet is necessary." That wasn't entirely true, but Louis didn't need to know that.
Fortunately, we were alone. I grabbed the tin can from my paint stand and picked up our clothes from the floor. When I grabbed Louis' pants, I picked them up by the ankle, and his wallet fell out, landing on the bend and opening for me to see the contents.
Oh, how I wish that hadn't happened.
As I bent over to pick it up, I looked at his driver's license. Then his other driver's license. Then his credit cards. The wad of money in the cash fold. A cold chill ran down my back as I slowly started to comprehend- I had no idea who was in my bed at that very moment. The man who was there was a liar, and God knows what else. Shaking with shock, anger, and a hint of fear, I took a deep breath and tried to figure out what to do. Should I run? Was he dangerous? Would he be know that I knew he was lying? Why was I still standing here, naked, with only a sheet around me? If I needed to run, I needed to be dressed to do so. I swiftly dropped the sheet around me and hastily threw my clothes on.
I had to think fast. He was probably starting to wonder what I was doing, so I had to come up with some way to stall him. "Uh...Louis? I have to run and help Maggie...um...she's lost her credit card and needs to pay for her lunch," I called to him, hoping he couldn't hear the wavering in my lie.
I could hear him moving around the bedroom, then he said, "I'll go with you."
"No! You stay here..." my stomach turned, "I want you just like that when I get back."
I heard him chuckle and sighed in relief. "Ok, but hurry."
"That won't be an issue," I mumbled, then called to him, "I'll run."
As a last minute thought, I grabbed his wallet from his pile of clothes and swiped the two ID cards, and cataloged the names on a couple of the credit cards. I slid on my shoes and hurried out the door and down the steps, out onto the sidewalk. I looked back up at the window to my bedroom and saw Louis standing there, shirtless, and smiling.
Damn he looked good.
I made myself focus on the task at hand. Something was wrong with him, and I needed to know what it was. The only thing I could think to do was to go to the police station and give them the ID cards and ask if he's wanted somewhere. Or suspected of anything. Then what? If he wasn't missing from anywhere and not a criminal, what would I do then? Go back and pretend nothing happened? Forget about his two identities? Forget that he has been lying? Well, lying by omission, but still.
I looked up and realized I had made it to the police station in record time. I guess I really did run. I walked in through the glass pane doors and right up to the counter. Luckily, small town police are hardly busy, so hopefully I wouldn't be long.
"Excuse me?" It seemed odd that no one looked up when I came in, or greeted me at the counter. Finally, a pudgy guy with a tiny name tag looked up from his comics page.
"Can I help you?" he asked gruffly.
"I was wondering if you could run a background check for me?" I asked as sweetly as I could. I produced the two cards on the counter and slid them to the man on the other side. "I...need to know if I should hire this guy, you know?"
"Background checks ain't free, ya know," he answered back.
"Can I start a tab, mister..." I checked his name tag, "Oh, excuse me, Deputy Jenner," and smiled my sweetest smile.
"What's your name, miss?" Jenner asked.
"Jacqueline Hallstrep, sir. I'm staying in apartment 3 above the barber shop. I'll be happy to pay the fee, I just don't have any cash on me at the moment."
"Alright. It costs 20 bucks. For each one." He looked down at the cards in his hand. "Twins? What kinda work do you do?"
"I'm a painter...I lucked out and got a two for one," I said, laughing, "And I need to make sure they won't run off with my collection, ya know?"
He finally chuckled and turned around to sit at an ancient computer. "This'll take 'bout 10 minutes. Wanna sit down?"
"Yes, thank you, sir!" I said, flashing a grin and turning to sit at one of the seats next to the counter. I had pent up nervous energy, and no outlet...so I drummed my fingers on my knee. Well, at least it was noiseless. I chewed my bottom lip, I fidgeted, I twirled my hair... I twirled my hair. That's how nervous I was. Do I seem like a hair twirling type of girl?
Finally, after an eternity, the Deputy came back. "These two are squeaky clean. Not even a parkin' ticket between 'em. 'Course, they only got here from Denmark a few months ago."
Feigning relief, I smiled. "And nothing internationally?"
"Not what I could tell. You picked a coupla good 'uns."
"Well, thanks bunches! It's good to know there are still all sorts of good people in this world," making sure to wink at him, "And I'll bring back that fee tomorrow. Is that soon enough?"
"That'll be fine, ma'am," he said, and nodded his head.
I left the station even more confused and worried than when I got there. Now what? I knew Louis wasn't a twin. Or, if he was, his twin was nowhere to be found here. At least, I didn't think so. So who was this other person, this..."Daniel Van Kasteel?" I said aloud. Is it possible that he does have a twin? Or was he just not very creative when stealing names?
I paced at the entrance of my apartment for several minutes. I couldn't come to a decision about what to do. I needed to know what was going on with Louis. Or Daniel.
I took a resigned breath and started up to my apartment. What would I say to him?
I was still trying to figure a way to get what I wanted when I opened the door. Lost in thought, I didn’t pay attention to the pile of clothes that were present when I left, but gone now. I didn’t notice the quiet of the apartment when I should have heard a greeting from the bedroom. I didn’t notice any of that, but I finally noticed that my room was empty when I pasted a smile on my face and looked to my bed. It was rumpled and just like it should have been...if I hadn’t left it with a smoldering Dane keeping it warm.
What happened? Where was he? How long would he be gone when he realized his ID cards were missing? I stared at the bed blankly for a second, then sat down.
Great. He was gone. I’d never get to ask the questions that I’d worked so hard to figure out on the way up here. He just wanted a one night stand...well, day time, anyway. And now that he’d gotten what he wanted, he left. I felt so stupid, so...bamboozled. How did he know I was an easy target?
A sudden thought made my self- beration turn to anger. He targeted me. Suddenly I jumped up and started going through my paintings and finished pictures. I accounted for everything in my room, then went into the living room. Everything was there, save for the last sketch I made of Louis. Instead, there was a note on the top page of my sketch book.
“I didn’t want to leave without saying thank you...today was the first day I’d felt worth something. I’m usually expected to be just like my brother, Daniel, for whom I work. You didn’t compare me to anyone, and that meant the world to me. But I couldn’t stay. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t risk dashing the dream I had of you. I knew, one day, that you’d start seeing me the way everyone else does. So I’m beating you to the punch, so to say. I’m sorry I had to leave this way.
-Louis”
Well. Isn’t that just peachy. He didn’t even give me a chance to decide for myself. And I was angry all over again. It wasn’t fair! I wanted to stomp my foot and throw a fit, but there was no one to witness my display, so it wouldn’t have been any fun.
Instead, I took a deep breath and walked back to my room. It was getting late and...wait, where’s Maggie? I picked up the phone to dial her cell, relieved when she answered, though I couldn’t hear her. She yelled that she was fine and going to spend the night with the man she’d picked up and she’d see me tomorrow.
I laid the phone down and crawled into bed after undressing. Pulling the covers around me, I noticed that the sheets still smelled like sex and Louis. It made me remember how he felt touching me, kissing me, under me, over me...I brushed my fingertips over my chest, down my stomach, and south, finding the spot between my legs that was tingling. I remembered how it felt when he brushed the paint on my body, the fiery trail his lips left as I touched myself, rubbing more vigorously as my memories led me to the bedroom. I remembered how he felt sliding into me, pushing into me over and over and over, bringing myself to climax with a final gasp of pleasure.
I didn’t think I’d wash these sheets anytime soon.
I guessed the way Louis left was the best way...I’d always remember him under me, not having another memory to replace it with. And, I still had his ID cards. Finally, I rolled over and fell asleep, a smile on my face.