Page 93 of Family Bonds: Carson & Laine

“I’m your student,” he said. “This is your studio.”

She smiled and placed a big kiss on his lips. “Perfect.”

The box was opened and the tubes of colors fell to the floor. “What are you starting with first?”

“Purple,” she said, putting the tube in her hand and then taking the top off. “Every color has a meaning. A positive and a negative one.”

“I never thought of that,” he said.

She put some on her finger. “Purple is creativity. Wealth, which could be positive and negative.”

“Depends on how you look at it,” he said.

Her finger came out and she drew on his stomach. It was moving around and he wasn’t sure what the heck it was. Then he started to laugh.

“It’s Barney.”

“The purple dinosaur?” he asked. “Talk about something not putting me in the mood.”

Her eyes dropped down to his dick standing firm. “Could have fooled me. Your turn.”

He put some paint on his finger and started to draw a bunch of circles in clusters. She was turning her head and finally said, “Grapes?”

“Ding, ding, ding.”

“Not bad for creativity.”

“It’s pretty weak, I know.”

“It’s all about having fun,” she said. She picked up the blue one and he lay back while she painted with her finger on his ribs. “Blue means calm or it can mean sadness.”

It took her more time than him and his body was on edge with each swipe. Some lines thicker than others, she even picked up the white to blend in and when it was done, the touch of her fingers on his body was setting him on fire.

“I’m sure the heck not feeling calm now,” he said. “Is that a blue jay?”

“You didn’t even make up a funny swear word,” she said. “And it is one.”

“I can’t think much,” he said. He grabbed the tube and painted on her ribs too. Much faster but not as fast as the grapes.

She started to laugh. “Is that supposed to be a Smurf or a member of the Blue Man Crew?”

“Either,” he said. “But I was going for Smurf.”

“Very creative there,” she said, praising him.

He wasn’t sure how long he could play this game when they were only two colors in.

“What does orange mean?” he asked.

“Energy. Vitality. Happiness. Nothing negative that I can think of.”

He watched her finger swirl around in the center of his chest. She was faster this time. “That’s a fish. Not as creative.”

“I get the feeling I’m testing your limits so I thought I’d speed it up.”

“Much appreciated,” he said, drawing in the same spot on her, between her breasts and quickly putting a pumpkin up that she guessed.

Next was yellow and she drew a sunflower on his thigh for happiness.

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