Henna Tattoo, Part Five

Andrea looked at the blank white wall, freshly painted and brimming with potential. It was daunting, all that space. She chewed on her lip nervously, still not convinced she was ready for this. It was a huge leap from a twenty-four inch by thirty-six inch canvas to an entire wall. Well, most of one, the part the fire and the fire department didn’t destroy.

She glanced at the mural Emma had done on the other wall, intimidated by the beautiful work of art her step-sister had created. The sapphic scenes were breath-taking, so detailed and lovely. There was no way she could hope to match that level of artistry.

Seeing this painting for the first time, she had fallen in love with it. She had called Emma that night after she and Michelina finally went home, woke her up to tell her how much she loved the painting. Her stepsister had been amused rather than annoyed by the call, had let Andrea go on and on about the mural. One of the last things Andrea had said was she wished she could create something like that.

Which is why there was neatly wrapped present waiting for her when she visited Emma’s the next time. When she opened it, she found bottles of paint, brushes, a set of palette knives and other painting paraphernalia. She had looked at Emma expectantly, and the girl had just winked at her and said, “So you can create your masterpiece next to mine.”

Emma worked with her, teaching her little tricks to make the paint work for her, how to tease the colors into something beautiful. Over the last four months, her skill with a brush had gone from sloppy to respectable to admirable. She discovered she had a talent for painting and a love for it. There were paintings she had done hung all over her house and Emma’s apartment.

Last week, Michelina and Andrea had sneaked out to go to their secret spot, something they had been doing more and more since that first time. Andrea had been surprised to see the fire marred wall had been freshly painted and a note duct taped to it. She had recognized Emma’s handwriting and the note had read: I think you are ready for this now. I can’t wait to see what you come up with. It’s sure to be amazing-Love, Emma

Still chewing on her lip as she stared at the wall, Andrea wished she had Emma confidence in her abilities.

Andrea’s phone buzzed in her back pocket, and she pulled it out. Smiling, she saw Michelina’s name on the display. She answered it said, “Hey, babe.”

“Chica,” Michelina said, “have you started?”

“Um, no,” Andrea said, laughing self-consciously.

“Well, quite stalling,” the girl said, playfully.

“I’m working up to it,” Andrea said.

“It’s going to be beautiful, just like everything you create,” Michelina said.

“I think your opinion is a little biased,” Andrea said, pleased anyway.

“Because I’m hopelessly and madly in love with the artist?” Michelina asked, the smile on her face clear in her voice.

“Yeah, that,” Andrea said, feeling all warm and fuzzy. She never got tired of hearing how much Michelina loved her. The girl wasn’t the only one hopelessly and madly in love. They had been together almost seven months now, and she had been head over heels for six of that.

“Chica, even if I hated your guts, I’d still think your paintings were beautiful,” Michelina said.

Laughing, Andrea said, “If you hated my guts, huh?”

“You know what I mean,” Michelina said, laughing.

“I do,” Andrea said, shaking her head.

“Do you want me to come there? For moral support?” Michelina asked.

“I’d like that,” Andrea said, mostly because she wanted to see the girl.

“I’ll be there in a little bit,” Michelina said, then added, “And, Chica?”

“Yeah, babe?” Andrea asked.

“There better be some paint on the wall when I get there,” Michelina said, hanging up.

Grinning, Andrea stuffed her phone back in her pocket. When she looked back at the blank canvas of a wall, she felt better, her confidence bolstered by Michelina’s assertions. From her backpack, she removed her apron- not a fancy artist smock, just her dad’s old grilling apron, which is why it read World’s Greatest Chef on it. Her dad had offered to get her a real smock when she really started panting, but she had stuck with his old apron. It kind of amused her.

She slipped it on, tying it in place. Next, she pulled out her palette and brushes, setting them aside. One by one, she removed her jars of paint, lining them up for easy access. Looking at her supplies, then at the wall, she wasn’t sure she had enough paint. Then again, she didn’t expect to finish the wall today, or even this week. It was going to be a project, for sure. She’d have an opportunity to buy more paint.

The last thing she removed from her backpack was her concept drawing. She unfolded it and set it next to her paint, then turned to the wall. She tried to imagine her idea on the wall, and she could almost see it materialize on the blank white canvas. If she could make it look like it did in her mind’s eye, it would be amazing. Maybe even as good as Emma’s.

On her palette, she poured out a healthy puddle of brick red paint, adding some black to darken it even further. She was looking for that deep muddy crimson of a henna tattoo freshly set, so she added just a little burnt umber to the mix, folding it all together with one of her palette knives. The end result was a reddish-brown paint.

“Perfect,” Andrea said out loud, holding a dab of the paint against her latest henna tattoo. The color was spot on. Before letting her shirt down, Andrea took a second to admire Emma’s handiwork. No naked girl’s in this tattoo, just an intricately done Celtic knot in the shape of two hearts. She loved it so much, for several reasons. One, it was beautifully done, the swirls and crossed over lines expertly applied by Emma’s talented, steady hands. Second, it was Andrea’s design, her first attempt at a Celtic knot and she was proud of how well it had come out. Third and most important of all, it was a symbol of the love she had for Michelina, the two hearts joined as one.

With the color ready, she looked back at the wall. Shaking her head, she realized she was going to need a whole lot more paint than she had made. She planned on squaring off the burnt piece of a wall, creating a rectangle about six feet high and four wide. A vertically hung canvas, only doubled in size. The border would be about eight inches thick all the way around, and that meant a lot of leaves, flowers, and squiggles, which in turn meant a lot of paint.

Looking at her bottle of brick red paint, she picked it up and saw it was about half full. With the paint on the palette, it would be around three-quarters full. She thought she could get the color right if she just mixed the whole bottle. Scraping the paint from the palette back into the bottle, she set it aside. She added some black and some more burnt umber to the bottle until it was close to overflowing. With one of her paint brushes, she stirred the paint together until she had a nice even color.

She checked the color again, and it was perfect, the same rich shade of reddish brown as her henna tattoo. Seeing the color on her brush, she started to get excited about the project. Well, she was already excited about it, but her insecurities had made it difficult to really enjoy herself. Now, she was ready to begin, to put the first brush stroke on the wall.

Taking a deep breath, Andrea went to the wall, made a simple flower, just a circle with four lower case ‘m’ petals. Stepping back, she checked that the scale was right, that the color looked the same on the wall. Satisfied, she grabbed her concept drawing, taping it to the wall for quick reference. From that first flower, her whole border would flow, forming a rounded off rectangle of beautiful henna patterns.

At least, that’s the plan, Andrea thought, picking up her phone and starting some music playing. She danced and sang along as her design began to appear on the wall one brush stroke at a time. The last of her nervousness wore off, and she was having fun. Grinning, she thought, Michelina will be happy; I have some paint on the wall.

About twenty minutes later, there was the crunch of gravel and Andrea started smiling. She looked and saw Michelina coming across the gravel parking lot. The girl wore short denim shorts that showed off her lovely legs and a tank top. Her long black hair was pulled through the back of a baseball cap, and she had this tomboy-chic thing going for her that Andrea liked. Then again, Michelina could have been wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt and Andrea’s heart would have still beat a little faster at the sight of the girl.

Michelina saw Andrea looking, smiled and waved. Andrea waved back, setting her paint and brush down to go to the girl. They embraced just outside the burnt out husk of a building, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. It lingered a while, neither girl in any hurry for it to end.

“Hi,” Andrea said, finally pulling back.

“Hi, yourself,” Michelina said, amused.

“Missed you,” Andrea said, taking the girl’s hand and leading her into the building.

“I got that from the kiss,” Michelina said, smiling at her, “I missed you, too, Chica.”

As Michelina stepped in front of the wall Andrea was painting, Andrea said, “There is some paint on the wall.”

“Henna?” Michelina asked, glancing at Andrea.

“The border is henna inspired, yeah,” Andrea said, holding her breath.

“The middle?” Michelina asked, moving closer to look at Andrea’s concept drawing. The girl had noticed Andrea hadn’t drawn anything in the middle.

“That’s a surprise,” Andrea said, letting out her pent-up breath in a nervous laugh.

“What kind of surprise?” Michelina asked, turning to look at Andrea.

“The surprising kind,” Andrea said, laughing when Michelina gave her a sour look, “you’ll just have to wait until it is finished.”

“Then you better get your ass in gear, Chica,” Michelina said, with a playful smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” Andrea said, drawing another dirty look.

Michelina pulled up one of the lawn chairs and they talked about school as Andrea painted. A new school year was going to start in a couple of weeks. Andrea could hardly believe she was going to be in eighth grade, one of the big dogs around the schoolyard. Next year, she’d be in high school and back at the bottom of the food chain. She intended to enjoy being on top while it lasted.

About an hour later, Michelina must have gotten bored just sitting there watching Andrea, because she got up and wrapped her arms around Andrea from behind. Smiling, Andrea turned in her arms to give her a kiss. Without thinking, she put her hand to the girl’s cheek as their tongue teased and caressed each other. Only when they broke the kiss, did Andrea see the smudge of paint on Michelina’s cheek. Laughing, she handed the girl a rag, pointed at her cheek.

Michelina wiped the paint from her face, then dipped her finger in the paint left on Andrea’s palette. She grinned and touched Andrea’s nose.

“Hey,” Andrea said, giving Michelina a look, “not cool. I did it by accident.”

“If you say so,” Michelina teased.

“Fine,” Andrea said, dipping her finger in the paint.

“I just got you back for getting paint on me,” Michelina said, holding up her hand. When she saw Andrea grinning, she laughed and took off running, calling over her shoulder, “You better not!”

Andrea caught her, putting a muddy red streak on the side of her neck. Andrea changed course when Michelina turned on her, her beautiful eyes flashing playfully. Andrea went from chaser to the one being chased in a heartbeat.

“It’s on, now, Chica,” Michelina said, laughing.

“Oh shit,” Andrea said, then said, “just try to keep it on skin.”

“Better hold still, then,” Michelina said, lunging in and putting a smear of paint on Andrea’s forearm.

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” Andrea said, catching the girl across her thigh.

“I’d hate to get paint on that cute little top,” Michelina teased, pretending like she was going to touch it.

“Seriously,” Andrea said, dodging out of the way even though she knew Michelina wouldn’t intentionally get paint on her clothes, “we can’t get paint on our clothes. I don’t need my mom asking where I’ve been painting at if not in my room or at Emma’s.”

“Me, either,” Michelina said, then started grinning, “Are you wearing you bathing suit under your clothes?”

“Um, yeah,” Andrea said, then laughed when she got what Michelina was suggesting, “so, what… We just say time out to take our clothes off?”

“Works for me,” Michelina said.

Andrea thought about it, liking the idea of Michelina in just her bikini. Still, something just tickled her brain, something about the paint, but she lost it when Michelina shrugged out of her tank top. When Michelina unbuttoned her shorts, Andrea stopped noticing that little itch in the back of her mind.

She untied her dad’s apron, shucking it and tossing it aside. She slipped out of her t-shirt, gasping as cool paint found her bare stomach. Looking up at Michelina, she gave the girl a dirty look, said, “We were on a time out.”

“To get undressed,” Michelina said, posing in just her bikini, “I’m undressed, so… Time in.”

“You are supposed to wait until we are both undressed,” Andrea said, unbuttoning her shorts. She wriggled them off her hips, then let gravity do the rest.

“It’s not my problem you took too long,” Michelina said, grinning playfully.

Stepping out of her shorts, Andrea kicked them aside. She lunged forward and put a big streak of paint all the way up the girl’s stomach, said, “Time in.”

“I guess I had that one coming,” Michelina said, laughing.

Michelina looked down at the line of red-brown paint on her deeply tan stomach and Andrea looked, too. The girl looked so sexy standing there in just her little white bikini, her small breasts and narrow hips having filled out some in the last six months. She was more feminine, shapely and Andrea loved the way Michelina looked. Loved everything about her.

“Is that a new bikini?” Andrea asked, realizing she hadn’t seen Michelina in it before. She loved the way the white material contrasted against Michelina dark complexion.

“Um, yeah,” Michelina said.

“It would be a shame to get paint on it,” Andrea said, teasing, “it is so pretty and white.”

“Mama would be mad if I mess up my new bathing suit,” Michelina said, chewing on her lip.

“So take it off,” Andrea said, joking. Her heart started beating faster when she saw Michelina was thinking about it. If the girl went for it, would she have to, too? Being naked here in the middle of the night was one thing, but in broad daylight? That was a whole other level of dangerous. Andrea didn’t think anyone else came here, but she couldn’t say that for sure.

“You’d have to take yours off, too,” Michelina said, her voice a little shaky with excitement.

“Why?” Andrea asked, playfully, “I don’t mind getting paint on this old thing.”

“Take it off and we can have some fun,” Michelina said, with a coy smile tugging at the corners of her eyes. There was a mischief in her eyes that made Andrea’s heart start racing.

Andrea didn’t know just what the girl had in mind, but when she got that look in her eyes, it usually ended up with a lot of moaning and orgasms.

“What kind of fun?” Andrea asked, even though it was just a formality. She was already sold on the idea.

“Maybe we can find a better canvas for you than that wall, Chica,” Michelina said, her smile widening, “now take off that bikini.”

Convinced, Andrea shimmied out of her bikini bottom, then untied the top. Naked, she said, “You know this is the day someone will decide to come here, right? Just because we are naked.”

“Makes it kind of exciting, doesn’t it?” Michelina asked, stripping out of her own bikini. Tossing her bathing suit aside, she came to Andrea, wrapping her arms around Andrea’s neck. Smiling, she said, “There is always a chance of someone seeing us here. Gets me all excited just thinking about it.”

“I’d rather not get caught,” Andrea said, even though she thought it was kind thrilling, too. A naughty shiver worked up her spine as she looked around. The burned out walls didn’t provide much privacy. Anyone coming upon the building would be able to see… well, everything.

Andrea shivered again, feeling a flush of heat spread between her thighs. Leaning in, she kissed Michelina, letting the girl’s tongue into her mouth. She caressed it with her own, drew Michelina into a toe-curling, breath-stealing kiss. Passion sparked between them, and Andrea was ready to give into it. Michelina had other plans, putting a hand on Andrea’s shoulder and gently pushing her back.

“Not yet,” Michelina husked, smiling playfully at Andrea.

“Why not?” Andrea asked, disappointed.

“I didn’t say no,” Michelina said, her smile turning up even more, “I want to do something first.”

“What?” Andrea asked.

“This,” Michelina said, her hand coming up to grab Andrea’s breast. When she pulled her hand away, Andrea saw a deep red hand print on her chest. Michelina laughed, holding up her paint covered hand, wriggling her fingers. The girl must have done while they were kissing and Andrea was distracted.

Looking down at herself, Andrea said, “Talk about getting caught red-handed.”

Michelina laughed, said, “Remember finger painting? Did you do that in kindergarten?”

“Yeah,” Andrea said, giving her girlfriend a curious look, “why?”

Michelina traced one painted finger from Andrea’s navel to the valley between her breasts, said, “This is kind of like that, only a lot more fun.”

Grinning, Andrea opened a jar of orange paint, dipping her fingers inside. She ran her hand up Michelina’s stomach, leaving four trails of orange on her dark skin. Tipping the jar, she poured a healthy puddle into her hand. Looking up at Michelina, she saw the girl staring at the orange pool in Andrea’s hand.

“Wait, what are you-” Michelina started to ask, but was interrupted when Andrea swung her hand forward, the orange paint splattering against Michelina’s stomach and breasts. Gasping, Michelina said, “Whoa, that’s cold! You are in big trouble now, Chica!”

Andrea took off running, giggling as Michelina scooped up a bottle of paint as she gave chase. Michelina caught her arm, spinning Andrea around to face her. Andrea gasped as Michelina dowsed her with black paint. It must have been most of a bottle because black paint was running down her stomach and onto her thighs. Between them, too. Andrea could feel the cool paint running over her girlhood.

“Now we are even,” Michelina said, giggling into her hand.

“Uh huh,” Andrea said, wrapping her arm around the girl and rubbing against her. When she pulled back, they were both smeared orange and black.

Looking down at herself, Michelina said, “Um, this went from finger painting to abstract in a hurry.”

“Um, yeah,” Andrea said, laughing.

Running her hands over Andrea’s paint slick stomach, Michelina grinned, said, “This feels kind of funky.”

“Funky?” Andrea asked, laughing.

“Funky could be fun,” Michelina said, her eyes flashing as she cupped Andrea’s breasts, “the paint makes everything all slippery.”

The look in Michelina’s eyes had Andrea’s heart racing, and she wondered what the girl had in mind, so she asked, “And slippery is good?”

“I think it could be very good,” Michelina said, her hand slipping down Andrea’s stomach and between Andrea’s thighs.

Andrea moaned as Michelina’s fingers teased her bud. The paint acted as a lubricant, making the lovely pressure of Michelina’s touch even more enjoyable. As pleasure washed through her body, Andrea decided slippery was indeed very good. She ran her hand over Michelina’s stomach, loading paint onto her hand before nudging Michelina’s thighs open to reciprocate. The paint squishing between her fingers as she massaged Michelina’s bud in lazy circles felt kind of strange but in a good way.

Taking Andrea’s hand, Michelina led Andrea to the old blanket she had spread on the ground as a drop cloth. They sat facing each other, grinning excitedly. This was a little weird and kind of kinky, but Andrea couldn’t deny she was more than a little turned on. She shivered when Michelina ran her hand from her knee all the way up her to her hip. Michelina’s fingers tightened on her waist, pulling her closer for a kiss. When their lips finally parted, Andrea looked down at the streak of paint on her otherwise clean thigh. The contrast was lovely.

Getting an idea, Andrea reached for a bottle of paint, came back with a bottle of cyan. Michelina watched with interest as Andrea spun off the cap and poured a bunch of paint into the palm of her hand. Grinning at her, Andrea tilted her hand to one side, letting the pretty blue paint drip onto Michelina’s leg, from thigh to her ankle. Andrea ran her hand up the girl’s leg, smearing the paint all over her until there was no skin showing through. Looking up she saw Michelina smiling, and the girl nodded her consent. She did the other leg in yellow until Michelina was covered in paint from her neck to her ankles. Laughing, she put a hand print on the girl’s cheek.

I’m definitely going to need more paint, now, Andrea thought as Michelina reached for a bottle of paint. The paint was cool on her hot skin and she gasped and giggled as Michelina covered her in paint.

Setting the art supplies aside, the girls moved together and their lips met. Passion welled up between them as they kissed. Running her hands over Michelina’s paint-slick body, Andrea wanted the girl more than ever. When she urged the girl to her back, Michelina went willingly, looking up at Andrea excitedly. Andrea straddled one of the girl’s hips, lowering her weight onto Michelina until their bodies nested together. There was a mildly vulgar sound as their bodies fitted together and both girl’s giggled. Luckily, the noise didn’t repeat itself as Andrea began to roll her hips, rubbing against Michelina. The paint acted like a lubricant, Michelina’s and Andrea’s bodies able to move with perfect ease.

Andrea ran her hands over Michelina’s lovely body, the paint smearing under her touch. All the color on Michelina’s skin began to meld into one color, a muddy orange-brown hue. She found she could create designs by dragging her fingertips, removing some of the paint. Around Michelina’s belly button, she made a sunflower. Looking at it, Michelina smiled at her. Michelina loved sunflowers; they were her favorite kind of flower. She sat up and gave Andrea a heated kiss.

They rolled until Michelina was on top, their bodies once again molding together. With the ease of practice, they found their rhythm. Andrea found the graceful flex of Michelina’s body mesmerizing most times and even more so when it was covered in paint. She grabbed the girl’s hips, help her grind their bodies together. The paint squished between them, making a comic sound that made them giggle but couldn’t derail their desire. Their pace increased right along with their excitement. Andrea’s fingers tightened on Michelina’s hips as lovely sensations washed through her young body.

Andrea’s eyes widened as she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep inside of her. Michelina saw the look on her face and smiled, winking. Andrea heard her girlfriend’s cries of enjoyment grow urgent, and she knew Michelina was close, too. Focusing on keeping her hips moving, Andrea pushed up into Michelina, trying to finish them both off. Her fingers dug into Michelina’s hips, urging her to keep rolling them back and forth. Their cries of ecstasy mingled together in the heavy summer air, building in volume as they pushed each other closer and closer to release. Andrea couldn’t hold on anymore, her body stiffening as she exploded with pleasure. A heartbeat behind her, Michelina cried out and climaxed atop her. Collapsing forward, she hugged Andrea as they both drifted down from on high, basking in the post-orgasmic glow.

Eventually, Michelina rolled off of her and onto her back. Both girl’s stared up at the blue sky, trying to catch their breath. Andrea offered her hand, and Michelina took it, rolling her head to one side to smile and Andrea. Smiling back, Andrea saw the hand print on the girl’s face and laughed.

“What?” Michelina asked.

“I just thinking I need a picture of you like this,” Andrea said, grinning playfully, “for artistic purposes, of course.”

“Yeah, right,” Michelina said, laughing, “my luck, it would end up in a frame and on your wall.”

“A beauty like yours,” Andrea said, playfully, “deserves to be in a museum, admired by everyone.”

Michelina’s breath caught in her throat, and she smiled warmly at Andrea. Leaning in for a kiss, Michelina said, “Mm, you say the nicest things, Chica.”

“Now, if you let me take a picture,” Andrea said, the corners of her mouth ticking up in a coy smile, “I promise no one will admire it but me.”

Michelina gave her a weighing look, then grinned, “Only if I can have one of you.”

“Do you promise it’ll be for your eyes only?” Andrea asked.

“You say you’d put me in a museum for everyone to see,” Michelina said, kissing her deeply, “but I want you all for myself.”

Touching Michelina’s cheek, Andrea said, “You don’t have to worry… I’m yours.”

“Good,” Michelina said, kissing her, again, “then let’s take some pictures.”

They took a half dozen photos each with their phones, giggling excitedly. There was a fine line between art and pornography and the pictures they took were straddling that line. They were playful, not vulgar, but still very sensual and inappropriate for girls their age.

Andrea knew it was a bad idea, having such incriminating photos on her phone but she couldn’t resist. Michelina looked so sexy slathered in paint, and she wanted a memento of one of the craziest things she had ever done.

Michelina has been involved in most of those crazy moments, Andrea thought, looking fondly at the picture of the naked girl on her phone’s screen, and will probably be the reason for the future craziness in my life.

She set her phone down, went to the girl. Wrapping her arms around Michelina’s neck, she kissed the girl affectionately, then laid her head on her shoulder. Even without music, they started dancing, the space between them evaporating as they twirled and spun. She never wanted to stop dancing with Michelina.

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“Um, I think we have a problem.”

Andrea thought she knew what the girl was going to say, but she glanced up and saw Michelina not having any more luck with scrubbing the paint off than she was. When they finally decided it was time to clean up, Andrea had wetted two pieces of cloth, one for each of them. Only when she tried to rub the paint off her naked body, did she realize she had forgotten something her stepsister had told her. She scrubbed harder by the water-resistant acrylic paint wouldn’t budge.

Emma had warned that this was a special kind of acrylic paint, designed to for outdoor use and for withstanding the elements once it set. For example, water. It was excellent at repelling water, Worse, it dried really, really quickly. She was used to oil based paint, which took hours to dry. This stuff was completely dry to the touch in less than an hour.

“It’s not coming off,” Michelina said, meeting Andrea’s eyes.

“Um, I noticed,” Andrea said.

Busting out laughing, Michelina said, “And you were worried about getting paint on your clothes. This is much better.”

Laughing along with her, Andrea said, “This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, it is,” Michelina said, then added, “although, I probably won’t be laughing when I have to explain why I have paint in some very private places.”

“Um, let me call Emma,” Andrea said, picking up her phone, “she has to know something.”

Andrea dialed her stepsister’s number, her cheeks burning at the impending conversation. Emma was going to give her so much shit about this.

“What’s up, Kiddo?” Emma said, coming onto the line.

“I did a dumb shit,” Andrea said, without preamble.

“And you are calling me because you need help undoing said dumb shit?” Emma asked, laughing.

“Yeah,” Andrea said, sighing, “remember when you said not to get the acrylic paint on my skin?”

“Yeah,” Emma said, the smile on her face evident in her voice, “seemed like good advice, but I take it you didn’t follow it.”

“Um, not exactly,” Andrea said, looking down at her painted, naked body.

“Not exactly?” Emma asked.

“Fine, not all,” Andrea said, laughing, “help!”

“Are you at my old spot?” Emma asked, amused.

“Yeah,” Andrea said.

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes. I need to swing by the pharmacy for some baby oil, then I’ll pick you up at the street side entrance,” Emma said.

“Thanks, Emma,” Andrea said, then added, “Um, I think the paint is mostly set, but you might want to bring some towels.”

“Towels, huh,” Emma said, laughing, “this is going to be good.”

“Did you say baby oil a minute ago?” Andrea asked, something Emma had said finally sinking in.

“Yeah. The baby oil helps break down the paint, makes it possible to get off. Water doesn’t do anything,” Emma said.

“So I’ve noticed,” Andrea said, making Emma laugh, “um, Emma… Make sure you buy enough for two people.”

Emma snorted in surprise, then said, “Ah, now this call is starting to make more sense. You know, they make special paint for that kind of thing.”

“Shut up,” Andrea said, laughing.

“Give me thirty minutes, then be at the entrance,” Emma said, then added, “tell Michelina I said hi.”

“I will. Bye,” Andrea said, ending the call. To Michelina, Andrea said, “Emma said hi. Also that she needs to get some baby oil, then she’d meet us at the hole in the fence in thirty minutes.”

“Baby oil?” Michelina asked, raising her eyebrows.

Shrugging, Andrea said, “She said it would take the paint off.”

“I hope so,” Michelina said, looking down at herself, “or I’m so grounded.”

“Yeah, me too,” Andrea said, going to her. Wrapping her arms around the girl’s neck, she said, “It was fun, though.”

“Oh, I’m glad we did it,” Michelina said, kissing her, “no regrets there.”

“The good news is,” Andrea said, smiling at her, “we can probably get dressed.”

“That’s good news, huh?” Michelina said, her eyes flashing mischievously.

“Unless you want to get picked up by Emma still butt naked, then yeah,” Andrea said, then winked, “although we should have plenty of fun trying to get this stuff off.”

They slipped back into their clothes, then packed up Andrea’s paints and equipment. Ready to go, they made their way to the opening in the fence, waiting just on the other side for Emma to pull up. It wasn’t a busy street, but they would still be a spectacle standing around painting from head to toe.

Fifteen minutes later, Emma’s car pulled up to their hiding place, and the girls ran to the car, ducking into the backseat. It wasn’t until she was safely inside that Andrea noticed Emma wasn’t alone. Andrea froze, seeing Selena sitting in the passenger seat. Emma’s girlfriend gave Andrea an amused smile, taking in the paint job.

Emma turned around and looked at them, bursting out laughing. Shaking her head, she turned back around and started driving. Looking at them in the rear-view mirror, Emma asked, “Did you at least get some paint on the wall?”

“Shut up,” Andrea said, blushing. At least the paint on her face hid her red cheeks.

“Help me out, Selena,” Emma said, snapping her fingers as she tried to remember something, “what was the name of that movie? The one with the two girls and paint?”

“Better Than Chocolate,” Selena said, laughing, “looks like Andrea beat you to it.”

“I still think it’d be fun,” Emma said, giving Selena a playful smile. Looking in the review mirror, Emma asked, “Wasn’t it fun, Andrea?”

“Um, right up until we realized we couldn’t get it off,” Andrea said, getting a laugh from the passenger seat.

“See,” Selena said, smiling at Emma, “I don’t know about you, but I can’t go to work looking like I survived an explosion at a paint factory.”

“They’ll clean up okay,” Emma said, then passed a shopping bag over the seat to Andrea, “baby oil and rubbing alcohol. Baby oil first to get most of the paint off, then rubbing alcohol for the stubborn bits.”

“Thanks, Emma,” Andrea said.

“Don’t mention it, Kiddo,” Emma said, smiling at her in the rearview mirror, “there may come a day when I need you to get me out of a jam. Hopefully, you’ll be driving by then; I don’t want to have to ride on your handlebars.”

“Okay,” Andrea said, laughing.

“Back to what we were talking about,” Emma said, turning to Selena, “where they went wrong was the type of paint they used. Acrylic paint dries too fast.”

Smiling playfully at Emma, Selena asked, “Can’t we just stick with chocolate or whip cream?”

“I- well,” Emma said, then seemed to consider the counter proposal, “I guess that would probably taste better than the paint, anyway.”

“Maybe we should save this conversation for another time,” Selena said, inclining her head toward the backseat. Andrea caught it and grinned at Michelina.

Laughing, Emma said, “It’s probably too late to watch what we say around Andrea and Michelina. They seem to have pretty much figured everything out on their own.”

“Still,” Selena said, leaning across the seat to kiss Emma on the cheek, “it’s a conversation for the bedroom.”

“Okay,” Emma said, favoring Selena with a fond smile.

Andrea smiled in the backseat, happy to see her stepsister so in love. She had been there when Emma first met Selena and had watched the connection between them grow and grow. Andrea couldn’t remember Emma ever being this way over another girl. Selena had tamed Emma’s wild side a little and Emma had tipped Selena’s halo a little to the side, as Emma liked to say. They complimented each other in so many ways, each others ying and yang.

Selena practically lived with Emma now, and they were talking about making it official when Selena’s lease was up in a couple of months. Andrea had no doubt Selena would move in and they’d live happily ever after. Why she thought that, she didn’t know. She had seen enough commercials for divorce lawyers on TV to know most relationships didn’t make it, but she thought Emma and Selena had that little something that would hold their relationship together even if the seas became rough. The keel of the boat they had built together was strong and true, could weather any storm.

Or, maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic, Andrea thought, glancing at Michelina. She reached out and took the girl’s hand, their fingers entwined. Michelina glanced at her, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Smiling back, Andrea wondered if she and Michelina would live together some day. She figured it would be at least five years before that was even an option. Would Michelina still be smiling at her like that in five years? Fifty?

Andrea thought so, couldn’t imagine a reason she and Michelina wouldn’t live happily ever after right alongside Emma and Selena.

They made it to Emma’s and Andrea and Michelina followed the couple upstairs. Emma’s neighbor was coming out of his apartment, nearly dropped his briefcase when he saw Andrea and Michelina. He stared at them wide eyed until they disappeared into Emma’s apartment. Andrea’s face was hot with embarrassment and Emma laughed at her when she noticed Andrea’s sheepish look.

“Poor old, Mr. Hubert,” Emma said, still laughing.

“You’d think we were covered in paint, the way he was staring at us,” Michelina said, grinning, “Oh, wait.”

“Go get cleaned up,” Emma said, then thought of something, “there are some old towels in the bottom of the linen closet. Use those to get the paint off.”

Andrea grabbed the stack of faded and worn out towels from the closet, then joined Michelina in the bathroom. The girl was already stripping out of her clothes and Andrea had to laugh. They might have gotten carried away with the paint.

Slipping out of her own clothes, Andrea looked at herself in the mirror and started laughing, again. She shook her head and thought, No might about it. God, I’ve got paint in places paint should never be.

“I think we might have gotten carried away,” Michelina said, smiling at Andrea.

“Yeah, I was just thinking that,” Andrea said, leaning in for a kiss, “I hope this baby oil works. I’ve got paint in some pretty weird places.”

“Me, too,” Michelina said, then snorted, “on both accounts.”

Andrea popped the lid on the baby oil, said, “Hold out your hands.”

Michelina cupped her hands and Andrea poured a healthy puddle of the clear oil into them. Michelina worked her hands until they were shiny with oil. Andrea was a little surprised when the girl started rubbing the oil into her body, not her own. Grinning, Michelina let her hands roam over Andrea, massaging the oil into the paint.

Andrea sighed with relief as the paint began to smear where Michelina rubbed the oil. She poured some oil into her palm, then worked it into her hands. Andrea rubbed it into Michelina’s shoulders and neck, then her arms. As the paint started coming off in her hands, she began to relax and enjoy the slippery feel of Michelina’s skin under her hands. She found herself becoming turned on as she ran her hands over Michelina’s lovely body, even more so because Michelina’s touch was waking her nerve endings.

“Maybe next time,” Michelina said, smiling that smile that made Andrea’s breath catch in her throat, “we can just skip the paint and go straight to the oil.”

“Is it wrong that this is turning me on?” Andrea asked.

“Probably,” Michelina said, her eyes flashing, “but…”

Andrea leaned in and kissed Michelina, and she felt just how excited the girl was. The kiss deepened in a hurry, threatened to get away from them. Andrea forced herself to pull back, whispered, “Emma and Selena are in the other room.”

“So what?” Michelina said, grinning playfully.

Andrea blinked, realizing she couldn’t argue with that logic, so she said, “Let’s at least get the paint off, first. I’m not sure if it’ll be harder to get off the longer we wait.”

Michelina didn’t seem to mind that plan, her hands roaming over Andrea’s body. Andrea did the same, thrilling to the feel of Michelina’s lovely body all slippery with baby oil. Just trying to get the paint off was turning into foreplay. Andrea thought she was going to be a horny mess by the time they were ready for the shower. Michelina’s breathing had gotten a little funny and Andrea knew she wasn’t the only one.

Andrea sank to her knees in front of Michelina, running her oily hands up one of Michelina’s legs. She massaged the baby oil into her skin, loosening the paint’s hold on her. She worked her way all the way up Michelina’s thigh, her knuckles brushing against Michelina’s painted girlhood. Seeing the streaks of blue and green paint on the soft folds of Michelina’s sex, she smiled and started on her girlfriend’s other leg.

When Andrea ran out of leg, she let her hand slip between Michelina’s thighs. She heard Michelina moan and saw her hips begin to move as her fingers worked the oil into paint. Smiling, she didn’t stop even after she had all the paint loosened up. Michelina put her hand on Andrea’s shoulder to steady herself, her body gyrating against Andrea’s hand. Another moan slipped past her slack mouth.

Smiling up at her, Andrea put her finger to her lips and said, “Shh.”

Michelina nodded, biting her lip to keep quiet. As Andrea’s fingers sent little waves of pleasure crashing through Michelina, it became a struggle for the girl to hold in her excitement. Andrea saw the girl bite her knuckle, not even noticing the paint on her hands. Smiling, she let her fingers move faster. Michelina’s eyes widened as her body went crazy, her hips gyrating in a counter rhythm of Andrea’s hand. The girl bit her knuckle harder but couldn’t completely rein in the sounds of enjoyment that were building up inside of her, stacking up on top of one another because she wasn’t letting them free.

Standing up, Andrea let her free hand roam up the girl’s slippery stomach, leaving streaks in the paint. Michelina’s eyes flashed at her when Andrea’s hand slipped onto her breast. Smiling at her, Andrea kneaded it until Michelina’s nipple stiffened against her palm and the girl groaned around her knuckle. Andrea’s hand moved higher, caressing the graceful curve of Michelina’s neck. Michelina moved her hand long enough that Andrea could steal a kiss.

Whispering in Andrea’s ear, Michelina asked, “What happened to waiting until we were in the shower?”

“I can stop, if you want me to,” Andrea said, playfully.

“You better not, Chica,” Michelina moaned, wrapping her arms around Andrea’s neck. Her little wordless sounds of enjoyment were muffled against Andrea’s neck as she buried her face in it. As Andrea’s fingers continued their sweet torture, Michelina’s fingers dug into Andrea’s shoulders. It hurt a little, but it was also kind of exciting. Andrea could feel the pleasure building up inside of Michelina in the tightening of her fingers.

Michelina buried her face even tighter against Andrea’s neck, her cries getting louder. Andrea sensed the girl was getting close, could feel the girl starting to come. She kept her fingers moving, teasing Michelina’s bud, even as the girl’s body lost all its grace. Michelina held onto Andrea for dear life as pleasure swelled and swelled inside. Like a balloon over inflated until it popped, Michelina gasped as her body exploded in ecstasy. Andrea wrapped her free hand around the girl’s shoulders, holding her as she shook through her climax, then hugged her tightly as she drifted back down from it.

“Turn around so I can do your back,” Andrea said, finally letting go of the girl. Michelina, turned around, pulling her hair up, so Andrea had access to her shoulders and the back of her neck. Andrea started with her shoulders, then worked her way down to the small of Michelina’s back, her backside.

“All done,” Andrea said, turning Michelina around so she could kiss her.

“Your turn,” Michelina said, reaching for the baby oil. She favored Andrea with a playful smile as she worked it into her hands.

That smile got Andrea’s heart racing. She sighed as Michelina’s hands roamed over her body, her touch much more thorough than it needed to be to loosen up the paint. Andrea bit her lip as she felt her body responding to Michelina’s caresses. She glanced in the mirror, saw her paint streaked body glistening with the baby oil. Watching Michelina’s hands slide effortlessly over her body, leaving swirls and lines in the paint, Andrea wondered if Michelina was turned as she was.

Michelina sank to her knees in front of Andrea, smiling up at her as her oily hands slipped up Andrea’s leg. Andrea watched in the mirror as Michelina massaged the oil into her other leg, saw the paint lose its grip on her skin. Michelina ran her fingertips from Andrea’s knee to her hip, leaving four strips of bare skin. The contrast of her own skin tone showing through the black and orange paint was oddly sexy, and she kind of wished she didn’t have to wash it off.

Andrea moaned as Michelina’s hand moved from her hip, leaving a trail across her lower abdomen and between her thighs. The black and orange paint had been muddied when she and Michelina were making love and the baby oil on Michelina’s hand further blended the colors. Andrea watched, fascinated as the color changed with each revolution of Michelina’s caressing fingers. It was curiously artistic and sensual, the artist and lover in her inspired by the same touch of Michelina’s loving hand.

Borrowing a page from Michelina’s playbook, Andrea put her knuckle between her teeth and bit down as pleasure began to wash through her young body. Her hips undulated against Michelina’s hand, and she swayed on rubbery legs. She put her hand on Michelina’s shoulder to steady herself. Her teeth dimpled the skin on her knuckle as Michelina’s able fingers awoke her nerve endings and set them to singing. She couldn’t completely hold back the moans and sighs that wanted to escape.

From the living room, she heard music start to play, and her cheeks started burning. She didn’t think they had made enough noise for Emma to have heard them. Maybe they were taking too long. She knew it was Emma’s way of giving them some privacy. It was thoughtful, but kind of embarrassing.

Michelina was looking up at her, an amused smile on her face. Andrea could only shrug. Michelina got to her feet, leaning in to kiss Andrea. When she pulled back, Michelina said, “I guess we don’t need to be quiet anymore.”

“Emma knows way too much about my sex life,” Andrea said, her face even hotter when Michelina started laughing, “It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” Michelina said, leaning in for another kiss.

Kissing her back, Andrea forgot about Emma. Her toes curled, and she put her hand on Michelina’s neck so she couldn’t pull back. She let Michelina’s tongue into her mouth, caressing it with her own. As they kissed, Andrea found herself returning to that lovely place she had been before she heard the radio come on in the living room. Michelina’s fingers never stopped moving, the delicious friction driving Andrea’s body wild. Unable to keep up the kiss, Andrea put her arms around Michelina’s neck and put her forehead against Michelina’s. She didn’t even try to hold her little animal sounds of enjoyment in, her moans and sighs hopefully drowned out by the radio.

Andrea felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep inside. She saw the corners of Michelina’s mouth turn up in a smile and Andrea knew the girl sensed she was close. Andrea’s stomach and thigh muscles tensed in anticipation of the explosion of pleasure her orgasm would bring. There was a breathless moment where everything stopped- her heart, her thoughts, everything. It was the eye of a storm, a few heartbeats pause that preceded her climax. Then she cried out as came, that moment of peace shattered by the ecstasy coursing through her young body. She clung to Michelina as she shook.

“I’ve got you, Chica,” Michelina said, holding Andrea tight as she came floating down from her orgasm.

Andrea kissed Michelina deeply, said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Michelina said, smiling at her, “let’s get in the shower. I’m ready to have this paint off me.”

“Yeah,” Andrea agreed.

In the shower, they used Emma’s old towels to scrub away the loosened paint. Andrea was sad to see the colors go, but she was also excited to see the bare skin underneath. She relaxed some as the paint sluiced from their bodies and swirled down the drain at their feet. Once again the color nature intended, they stood under the spray of hot water, kissing and enjoying the closeness of their bodies. They lingered in the shower much longer than was needed to finish cleaning up.

Eventually, Michelina said, “I guess we should get out.”

“Um, yeah,” Andrea said, looking at her hands, “we are starting to prune up.”

Turning off the water, they stepped out of the stall to dry off. They looked each over for paint they might have missed, but they seemed to have gotten it all. Dressed, they left the bathroom, found Emma and Selena cuddled on the couch. A movie was playing on the TV, but they weren’t watching it, kissing instead.

“Should we go back to the bathroom?” Andrea asked, getting their attention.

“Could you?” Emma asked, playfully.

Elbowing her, Selena said, “That’s okay. How did it go?”

“The paint came off,” Michelina said.

“Must have had to scrub really hard, how long you two were in there,” Emma said, getting another elbow from Selena.

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Brushing her teeth before going to bed, Andrea blinked when she saw something in the mirror. Brushing her hair aside, she saw a little patch of orange paint just behind her left ear. Laughing, she rubbed at it, but it didn’t budge. She found a small bottle of baby oil in the medicine cabinet.

“Hopefully, this is the only spot we missed,” Andrea said, shaking her head. She was just lucky no one had noticed it.

4 Responses to Henna Tattoo, Part Five

  1. Fur says:

    I’ll admit I want to see them together forever. I so love the way you show the love between the girls and make us care for the characters and have great sex. I’ve been reading Futa stories lately and the ones I’ve love remind me of your writing.

    I had to go back and skim the previous story just to remind of where we are here because the start threw me off just a bit because I got side tracked on your other stories. I’m so looking forward to the girls coming out to the parents.

  2. ebo says:

    I’ve been away from this story too long. It was nice to spend some time with Andrea and Michelina, again. It’s been fun to watch Andrea blossom as a young lesbian, from the first awkward kiss to now.

    It’s nice to hear that you care about the girls, Fur. I try to write likeable characters and keep the reader entertained even when everyone still has their pants on. Comments like that make me think I’ve succeeded.

  3. Susy and Jen says:

    Our thanks for your latest (and final it would seem) instalment of Henna. As always the storyline was super and the relationship between the girls was as realistic as it gets. The disappointment we have (of course) is your decision to put aside your pen. Jen had just finished crying about the last part of The Wild and now you have us both upset with your news. All we can do is thank you for wonderful imaginative stories and the characters you have created: we shall miss both of them and not sure where to go to replace you. You have our thanks and love, Susy and Jen xx

  4. ebo says:

    Sorry, ladies.

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