Storm Chaser (Storms of Blackwood Book 3) by Elle Middaugh

Author:Elle Middaugh [Middaugh, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-18T16:00:00+00:00

"Thicker! Longer strokes!" the art instructor called out in a dramatic and whimsical voice.

I stared at my eggplant and giggled soundlessly as I took another sip of wine. Thicker. Longer.

There was a basket of fruits and vegetables set up in the middle of the room and ten of us in a circle around it. We were to paint the image as we saw it. Some people were in view of an orange, while others saw grapes. Me? All I could see was an eggplant, a cucumber, and a banana. One-track mind, right here.

I washed the purple out of my brush and patted it dry on an old stained cloth. Thank the gods the art instructor had given us all smocks to wear—I'd have hated to get my newest short-skirt dress all messy. It was a floral mixture of turquoise, chartreuse, and royal blue. Very beachy, the seamstress had assured me. I dipped my brush in green and proceeded to outline a thick, long cock—I mean, cucumber—just as she'd said. And when I was finished with that, I painted a thick, long banana.

Cal leaned over and whispered, "Very artistic, Peach."

Ben leaned in from my other side. "Maybe that should be our team tattoo? Suggestive fruits and vegetables."

I giggled again and added some brown spots to the yellow peel. "And what would my fruit be?"

Cal gestured to his work of art.

I couldn’t help but grin. A strawberry half and a spread open peach. Because, of course. I had to admit, I could see the resemblance to labia. Then I turned to Ben's painting. Two cantaloupe halves with two blueberries in the center and half of a papaya underneath. Different fruit, same sexual image. Apparently my boys had one-track minds as well.

"I'll consider it," I told them, sipping at my wine. After all, it was still better than tits and dicks.

"Time's up, my little starving artists!" the instructor called. "Show me your masterpieces!"

All ten of us swiveled our artwork around to the center of the circle. I was met with some interesting images. Some looked like paintings right out of a book. Others, like a child had finger-painted them. But only the three of us had gone the erotic route. Their wide eyes and open mouths suggested just how surprised they were to see a bit more than just an eggplant, a peach, and a cantaloupe.

"You can either take your art with you," the instructor said, "or leave it here for me to display in tonight's art show. Have a gods blessed day!"

"Let's leave them," I told the boys before finishing off the rest of my wine. "I have a feeling we'll win for sure."

"Right," Ben agreed sarcastically.

Cal chuckled. "Well, I'm not carting a strawberry-vagina around all day, so we may as well."

Leaving our smocks and suggestive paintings behind, we exited the shop and strolled down the street once more. I was a little tipsy from all the wine, so I kept swaying between the two of them like a happy little flower.

"What do you want to do next?" I asked.

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