Vance Boniface, Year One: Pt. 03

On Monday morning, I had a late class at ten, but couldn't sleep much the following night. I arose at eight and realized that I could stay in bed until I never wanted to get up, and then remain there until I literally couldn't get up.

I felt that I had to do something, so I cleaned up the floor, putting the Penthouse away that was still on the floor. I flipped through the pages before I put it back, thinking that it was going to be a long time before I saw any more real naked ladies again. I then realized that I just didn't want to masturbate, and put it with the rest.

As I picked up the paper, I saw the headline about the mural, and remembered what Lenore had said. She was correct about them wanting someone to create a mural on the wall. I saw that the wall was very close to where I had used the bathroom on that one night where I met Mavis for the first and last time.

Even though I didn't really believe in fate, I took it as a sign of strong coincidence. I then took a shower and felt a little better as I got into clothes, and I found the finest that I had.

I then strutted down to the gym arriving there at nine in the morning. I asked the front desk about who was in charge of the new mural, and each desk that I stopped at gave me a different name. The good news was that at least these same three people were in one administrative section of the gym, and so I went there.

Of course, there was someone at the desk there too.

"Excuse me," I said.

"One moment," said the woman back to me.

It was very hard not to just glare at her as she did whatever the hell she was doing before she could properly answer me. I had figured out what I wanted as I had left, and I wanted to hear a no before the end of the day if I couldn't do it, which I had to admit, was probably going to be the case.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

I held up the newspaper and pointed to the article about the mural. "I was wondering if you can tell me who is in charge of this mural, you know, like the one who does the actual painting of it."

"They haven't selected anyone for it as yet. I am told that they are interviewing artists."

"Can you tell me who 'they' are? I would like to speak to 'them'."

I really shouldn't have used the air-quotes when I spoke, as she didn't reply. Instead, she went to the phone and held up her hand to signal me to wait once again.

"Hello, Miss Santal? I have someone here who wants to see you. Hm-hmm. I'll send him in."

The receptionist hung up the phone and turned away, pointing.

"Head to office 319, Claudia Santal."

"Thank you."

I was pretty certain that she didn't hear me, and I saw Miss Claudia Santal sitting at a desk with much paperwork on it. She was a thirty-year-old woman, and had these circular glasses.

"Hello," she said to me with only mild interest, "what can I do for you?"

"Miss Santal, are you in charge of this new mural that you have planned for this building?"

"Actually, it's Mrs. Santal, andI wouldn't say completely in charge, but I am working with a group of people that are in charge of that."

"All right. My name is Vance Boniface, and I want to be the one who does the mural." I held up the headline on the paper because I thought it would help get her attention.

Miss Santal didn't seem impressed. "Really? I must have missed your name in reviewing the applicant pool."

Miss Santal shuffled through some papers, and I figured I should stop her. I think I made a mistake putting my hand on top of the pile, creating a fleshy paperweight.

"Actually, I never really applied. I just saw this article about it and thought I could volunteer my services."

"All right. Did you bring a portfolio with you?"

I did not, but I really should have expected a question like that.

"Not really, I was just..." I didn't know what to say, once again.

"You're welcome to go and get it. Or you have any sketches that you can show me?"

I actually had a few in my notebooks that I was carrying with me. They were tracings of some naked women from both Penthouse and Playboy that I had been using as guides to help with my figure drawing class. I didn't think they were appropriate, but I saw the red and gray school log on her desk along with some red and gray markers, and had an idea.

"Actually," I said, "can I borrow those for a few minutes?"

"These markers? I guess so. I do have to leave for a few minutes for a meeting with the mural committee."

"In that case, I'd better work quickly. I'll have something for you to see by the time you get back."

I grabbed the markers and left the office, trying to find some kind of table that would give me some privacy. I found one in a hallway, and took out a few nude sketches while I looked both ways. I felt almost naked myself, as the last time I had seen these pics, I was jacking off to them.

I found one sketch of a big titty lady standing with her arms spread open (not to mention her legs), and took the red marker that I borrowed and scribbled a cheerleader outfit on it. I then used the gray to make the skirt. It was crude, but at least it covered the tits and pubic hair. I then took a ball-point pen and completed the outline, and I had a family-friendly pic of a cheerleader.

I then raced back to the office to Claudia Santal's desk. She didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave, and she appeared somewhat impressed at the picture.

"You did this, just now?"

I nodded. "It's based on a sketch that I did earlier."

I didn't bother telling her that I just drew on the clothes. She looked it over, and I couldn't gauge her overall impression of it.

"Yes... is this something that you would be looking for your mural?"

"Something like it, yes. Shouldn't she have some pom-poms?"

"Oh yes. Hang on a second."

I took the drawing, and then crudely sketched in some pom-poms on her hands with a marking pen. It kind of looked like she was holding exploding fireworks.

At some time, when I was actually drawing the clothes, skirt, and pom-poms on a tracing of a centerfold, this was when I realized that I was in over my head. Oddly enough, I just kept going, and I pushed the sketch back to her.

Mrs. Chantal seemed impressed. I was surprised she stuck around to see me draw a pair of pom-poms.

"You know," she said, "I don't know who you are, but I think you might have come at the right time."

"I'm Vance Boniface."

I have to admit that it was the first time, maybe in my entire life, that I had said my name with any kind of confidence.

"All right, Vance, come with me, we have a meeting to attend to."

When I arrived in the next room, and it was filled with old white guys. They all looked at me like I was in trouble.

"About time you got here, Claudia. Who is this?"

"This is Vance Boniface, and he believes that he can do the mural."

She gave him the sketch, and I just about had a heart-attack. The way she held up the paper made it so I could see the back, and the light shining through it allowed me to see the original drawing. It probably wouldn't be difficult to find that woman's nipples and pussy if they turned that paper over.

It was a good thing they didn't turn the paper over, as I'm very certain I would not have this job.

"Really? Hey, she looks like Miss December."

It probably was Miss June, but who knew? He passed it to the next person, who seemed slightly impressed.

"What did you bid for this?"

"Bid?" I think I had actually did not consider a possibility that I would be paid for these services.

"Yes, how much do you want?"

"Actually, I'm glad you asked. I won't take the job unless I can put something on this mural."

"What?"

"A dedication. There was a woman in this building who worked as a custodian. Her name was Mavis Fletcher, and she died last week."

The next guy looked over the drawing and said: "Who?"

"Mavis has been working here for years, some before some of you joined us," said Claudia, trying to contain her temper, "and before me. She was a good worker. How is it that you know her, Mr. Boniface?"

I would easily lose this job and Mavis would lose all respect if I gave the correct answer. Still, I had to tell the truth.

"Mavis was someone who showed me kindness when I needed it most. If there is one thing that I have learned from my art classes, it is that art has a way of preserving the memory of good things, or in this case, people."

"Hey," said the first guy, "I did hear about this gal. You're not planning on putting a fat lady in the mural, are you? No one is going to want to see that."

"I figured that you would want pics of athletes and cheerleaders on your mural."

"Not to mention our mascot."

"Yes, but all I was hoping for was a dedication written in the corner."

"Along with your signature."

"Sure."

"Okay, kid, it looks like you can do this, and I was thinking this kind of look, too. So how much?"

I suddenly realized it was time for me to make them "an offer they couldn't refuse". I had actually been prepared to do this for nothing, but I knew if I offered them that, they might not think my work was worth the same amount.

"Twenty percent."

"Twenty percent of what?"

"Whatever the lowest bid is planned, I will beat it by twenty percent."

The men all looked at each other, and back to Claudia.

"Where did you find this kid?"

"I think it was you who found us, wasn't it, Mr. Boniface?"

I nodded, glad Claudia was on my side.

"All right, I'm convinced. All in favor of Mr. What's-your-face to do our mural?"

They all raised their hands.

"Great, no nays. Claudia, I want you to work with him, and we want to see decent drawings in the next week."

"All right," I said, having no idea what I was going to do. I quickly took my sample drawing back before someone flipped it over and could see the very intimate details.

Miss Santal walked me out, with a very large smile on her face. I wasn't certain where she wanted to take me, but she seemed overly excited to see some woman in the distance.

"Brenda, Brenda? You should come here. I have someone that I would like you to meet."

When Brenda turned around, I recognized her right away. I had seen her naked in the shower on the day I met Mavis. It was she that led that little trio, laughing at the size of my dick. She was the one that had the largest tits.

I could tell by the look on her face that she did not want to see me at all, and at this point, I just wanted to run away. However, Miss Chantal already knew my name, and would most certainly be contacting me.

"Yes, Claudia," Brenda said annoyingly, "who do you want me to meet this time?"

Brenda looked at me, and I realized that she didn't recognize me, at least not yet. She looked me over, though, and I could tell that there was some kind of recognition there.

"This is Vance Boniface, and he is the artist who will paint the mural."

"Really." Suddenly, Brenda changed her frown to a big smile, and looked me over in a different way.

"Yes," I said, kind of unconsciously changing my voice. I wasn't certain why. On the day we met, Brenda had not heard me speak. Not only that, I don't think I was wearing my glasses at the time, but I was now. I'm guessing it was the Clark Kent effect.

"In fact, this is what he submitted to us."

Miss Santal handed Brenda the paper drawing, snatching it out of my hand. Brenda looked it over, and it was clear that she didn't get a view of the back of it.

"She kind of looks like me," Brenda said, gushing.

She wasn't wrong about that, as there was a slight resemblance.

"Yes," said Miss Santal, "I was wondering if you could introduce Mr. Boniface to your friends on the cheerleading team, as well as the football team."

"Gladly," Brenda said.

"All right, I will leave you to it."

Once Claudia had left, I thought Brenda was going to hurt me all over again, as she didn't speak until she was out of earshot.

Instead, Brenda looked at me and said: "You're planning on putting the cheerleaders on the mural, right?"

"Of course," I said.

"Good. I will be your first model for you. Can you meet me at the house in two hours?"

"I've got a class, but I'll be done by then. What house is that?"

"The Gamma House. Just tell them you're here to see me."

I had never had a good reason to go into Greek Row. I actually admired how large and stylish some of the houses were. It took me quite a while to find Gamma house, which was a white house with a big pink stripe down it.

Once I knew that I was in the right place, I went to the front and talked to a receptionist.

"Excuse me, but I'm here to see Brenda?"

The receptionist looked me over and smiled. "Oh, are you the artist?"

I found it odd that I already had this reputation. "Yes?"

"She wanted you to have this."

She gave me a piece of yellow piece of lined paper with names, and I didn't recognize any of them except for Brenda's.

"Thank you," I said.

I turned to leave, assuming that Brenda couldn't make it, and just left me the note to contact her and all those other people later. I already didn't want to meet with her, but now it was getting put off.

As I was about to leave, Brenda walked through the door.

"Oh hey, Vance. You weren't about to leave, were you?"

"Actually," I said, "I thought that maybe you just wanted me to pick this up." I held up the sheet.

"No, you can make appointments with them later. I'm yours now. Come on."

She took me by the hand and led me into the house. I passed a lot of ladies along the way, and I felt like I was in someone else's house. Worse yet, a stranger's house. I suddenly had this huge fear that I would meet the other two women that were with Brenda in that shower.

I was very certain that Brenda just didn't recognize me, but I couldn't imagine why. I then had this other terrifying thought that she was playing with me. When I was in high school, I was often teased like this. That is, the popular kids would pretend to be nice, and then set me up for some trap.

I had thought that I had left those high school days behind, and I wouldn't know what to do if they started again.

After passing several more women (one of them wearing nothing but a towel), Brenda then took me to this room that was relatively small, and it had mirrors around it.

"What is this?"

"Oh, we use it for changing into formal dresses. We won't be disturbed."

She locked the door from the inside, and I was getting more nervous, thinking that Brenda was really going to really remind me of the night she and I first met.

Instead, she took off her shirt, pulling her sweater over her head and I saw her very deep red bra. There was something about the way her breasts bunched up and widened her cleavage that made me want to look a whole lot closer.

I suddenly realized that I shouldn't be looking at this, and I then averted my eyes.

"Uh, what exactly am I here to do?"

"I'm going to model for you, remember? I'm just getting my outfit on."

She didn't seem to mind that I was here for this. She could have very easily have done this in the bathroom or her bedroom, or just ask me to wait until she got into this outfit. There is no reason why this attractive woman would be doing this in front of me.

I tried to look away as she got dressed, but every direction I looked, there was a mirror, so I could see her changing. She only stripped down to her undies, but I really felt that I should not be there. As she put on her cheerleading outfit, I realized I should be doing something.

I took out my sketch pad with pen, and she was ready.

"All right," I said, "I can't really stay too long. I'm going to do a quick sketch, then leave."

"Oh, don't do that. Take as much time as you need."

I had been doubting my ability to be an artist. I never felt like my work was good enough. I tried to get the job of doing the mural so I could rise to the occasion, but honestly, it is still a big risk. Now, I suddenly realized how much scrutiny my work was going to be under, starting with someone who could be the most popular girl at this college.

"Okay, I'm ready. How about this pose?"

The way she was posing was more than just a little suggestive. I then noticed that her outfit was different than the ones I have seen the cheerleaders wear. It had quite a low neckline, not to mention a very short skirt. It was so small, I could see just the bottom of her panties.

I tried very hard to draw her, with the emphasis on hard. The more I had a chance to look at her shapely form, the more I got a boner. I had to cover my lap with my sketchpad, and it wasn't my only problem. I had some sketches of people before, like the great day when we actually sketched a naked woman. Unlike the woman from that class, Brenda was not a good subject, as she would constantly move around.

I was able to get a decent form of her, and then I had another problem: I had to pee. After a while, I knew that I couldn't hold it in while she was holding me in this room.

"Brenda, is there a men's room I can use?"

"This is a sorority house."

She had a good point. "Perhaps I can use the fraternity's facilities?"

"Just go down the hall. Just knock before you enter."

I went to the bathroom, and realized that I would need to pee with an erection. I had to sit down on the toilet and uncomfortably hold my dick downward just to pee. It hurt a lot, but eventually, I drained myself painfully one drop at a time.

I thought it would be over, and I could collect my stuff and leave. I came back to find that Brenda was back in underwear. The issue is it wasn't the same underwear that she had on before. This was some seriously sexy lingerie.

"I thought you might get a better view of me this way."

"Yes," I said, "that would be good, I guess."

Just as I thought my erection was fading, it just got a huge rejuvenation.

I drew for a little while longer, hiding my boner and finishing up her face and legs. It didn't look good at all, and I hoped I could use it as a frame of reference later. She came over and looked, and I tried hard not to look at her cleavage, or that tiny hint of crack in the back of her panties.

"It looks very good. You know, I was thinking, if you are going to draw faces on the cheerleaders, could mine be one of them?"

"I don't see why we can't do that, but I think I'd have to talk with Claudia."

"Yes. I want me and my friends on the wall, so it would stand the test of time. So will you do it?"

"What?"

"Put the faces of my friends and I on the mural!" She sounded like she was getting upset, and I was having flashbacks to the night she and I first met, not that she was having any.

"I'll do my best to see that I can." I responded, making no promises.

"That's wonderful."

To my surprise, she took off her top, and pulled her panties down. She did this so fast, that she could be a magician. A very sexy naked magician.

"Now, how would you like me to pose again?"

I saw her body close up, and she pushed her tits up. There was something about the way these orbs shifted made me drop my sketchpad, and there was a clear lump in my pants.

I thought that could be the moment where Brenda gets an idea of how big my dick is, and then it would hit her who I was. Instead, she put her hand right on that lump, and she squeezed and stroked me.

"Maybe we can take a break from drawing, Mr. Boniface."

She then took my hands and put them on her tits, and I gladly squeezed them.

"Is that good, Vance?"

"Oh yes," I said, running out of breath.

"You think that's good, try this."

She unexpectedly took my hands off her tits, and then grabbed my head with both her hands. She then fell to the floor, and shoved my head right into that pussy of hers.

I did not hesitate to lick and eat that pussy out. This was easily the sexiest woman that I was probably ever going to be with, and if she wanted this, who was I to refuse?

I didn't even care that I was going to suffocate unless I got up for some air. Fortunately, she allowed me to rise for a second, and she then gave me a condom.

"Do me any way you want."

I stood up, and was about to take off my clothes, but realized that I had been here before. It was enough to kill my boner.

I decided to not face her as I took off my clothes. I looked down and wondered if an erection was possible, as honestly, there were times during my teenage years where I wished I was impotent.

"Are you getting shy, Vance? Don't be. I know who you are."

I turned around, but once I saw that she would see my dick, I turned back.

"Really? Who am I?"

Brenda hugged me from the back, and I could feel her pubic hairs brush against my crack. I could also feel her pointed nipples softly stab me in the back. Even this was not enough to get me hard.

"You're the one who is going to make me immortal."

"What?"

"That mural is going to have me and my friends on it. Everyone will see it, and it will always be there. I could take my children to see it. You're the one to do it."

It was here where I realized that she was not going to recognize me as the little dick man from the shower. I was someone important, and I wanted to live up to that image.

As she was talking to me, she had been working her way down. She touched my penis, and it got hard again.

There was no comment about how small it was, and she put a condom on it.

"Now, how do you want it?"

I turned around, and then I asked her to turn around. I wanted to do a position that I didn't get to do with Lenore. It would be where I enter her pussy from behind, but with her standing up.

I put my dick between her ass cheeks, and Brenda helped me to put it in her wet pussy. I could feel it go in, and I wrapped my arms around her so I could feel her massive tits. The best part was that I could see my reflection in the mirror, and I could even see my body rubbing up on this woman's ass.

It was always more difficult to have orgasm standing, but with all of this stimulation, I came very quickly.

"Are you done already? All right, give me your legs."

"What?"

"Just lift your leg up."

When I did, she then grabbed it, and I was still inside her.

"Now, the other leg."

She was then holding my legs and I had to hold her tight to not fall off. I really had to squeeze those big tits tight, but she didn't seem to mind. She was using me as a fucking backpack. I never really thought that this position was even possible, but she was certain strong enough to maintain it.

It was enough to make me hard, but I wasn't certain if I should come again in the same condom. I was surprised that Brenda came as well, but I had noticed that she was stimulating herself with her free hands.

It was a climax in every sense of the word, and there was nothing to do put on our clothes.

"Vance," she said, "you still have the numbers of my friends, right?"

As I was putting my sketchpad in my backpack, I held up the yellow paper.

"Good. If you make certain that their faces are on the mural, then what happened here will happen again, with each of them. But this shouldn't happen between me and you again, Okay?"

With that, she took me out of the room and I left the house.

I took out the yellow piece of paper and wondered what kind of wonderful world I was living in now.