Page 62 of Fear of Love
“Well, that was… something,”Josie commented two hours later.
“Pretty sure mine looks like a horse.” Tasha held up her painting. I tilted my head, looking at it.
“A horse with abs above it.” I tried to keep a straight face but failed. She drew a body with pretty good-looking abs and then right below it was supposed to be a dick, but it looked more like a weird horse.
“I was trying to go all van Gogh,” she defended herself.
“At least it doesn’t look like a penis a middle schooler drew in the bathroom.” Josie pointed at mine.
“I’m not a painter!” Anything artistic was not in my wheel house, made evident by the mediocre painting in front of me. It wasn’t that surprising Josie did the best out of the three of us. The details on hers were actually really good, and I had to admit her penis looked like… a penis.
“Gonna give that to Wyatt later?” Tasha asked with a shit-eating grin.
“He would love it,” I added.
“Oh, yeah. Just walk in and be like, ‘Hey, babe, I painted you something at that art place yourmominvited me to. Here you go.’”
I snorted. “Not sure he’d appreciate knowing his mom paints a naked man weekly.”
“Who knew Evelyn had a kinky side,” Tasha commented. “A little heads-up would have been nice.”
“Think the model guy gets paid?” I mused. He had left a bit ago after putting his robe back on, much to the disappointment of the ladies around us.
“I hope he does after showing his goods to a bunch of women.” I laughed at Tasha’s comment. The entire hour he just sat there completely comfortable and naked for everyone to see.
“Did you girls have fun?” Evelyn came up beside us with the biggest grin on her face.
“Evelyn.” I shook my head at her. “Thanks for the warning.”
“Didn’t want to ruin your reactions,” she explained.
“Do I even wanna know how you found this place?” Josie questioned.
“Wanda introduced me a few weeks ago.”
“What do you do with your paintings afterward?” Tasha asked.
“Bring them home.” Evelyn shrugged. So there were a bunch of naked paintings sitting at Evelyn’s house. I wonder if Landon knew about that. I had to stop myself from laughing at the thought of Landon’s face if he found out.
“They’re thinking of doing a pottery class, too. If you guys want to join.” My eyes widened, as did Josie and Tasha’s, at the thought of modeling a dick with clay.
“Uh.” Josie looked lost for words.
“We’ll definitely think about it,” I responded. Satisfied with the answer, Evelyn stepped back.
“The ladies want to say bye before you guys leave.”
The next twenty minutes was filled with the other ladies teasing us for our reactions. They were all on board with not telling us beforehand, getting a kick out of our shocked faces. After long, goodbyes were said and veiled promises to come backwere given as we grabbed our paintings and headed out of the art studio.
Standing on the curb next to my car, I stared down at my artwork.
“I bet I could sell this on OnlyFans,” I joked.
“People do sell weird stuff on there. Bet you could get fifty bucks.” Tasha nodded along. “Wait, isn’t Mateo’s birthday in a few months?”
“Or we give him these when he wins the championship game in a few weeks.” Josie smirked. Tasha and I mirrored her expression. I could just imagine Mateo seeing our dick paintings.
“Let’s do it. I’ll save it in my closet to give to him.” Tasha grinned.
