Fight art with art

"I've thought of a way for you to pay Amy back," you tell Ellen.

"What?" she asks. Her hand feels nice on your shoulder, and you can still feel the touch of her lips on yours. She shifts, and leaves crunch underneath her feet.

"Well, she has art classes, right?" you ask.

"Uh-huh," says Ellen. "She has one later this afternoon. Life drawing." Ellen blinks, unsure of where you're headed.

"Does she take that big portfolio to class?"

"Yeah. Usually she pops in, grabs it and bombs off to class."

You smile. "What if something embarrassing were to show up when she opens her portfolio?" you ask Ellen.

"Like... like her dildo?" Ellen asks. Her cheeks are pink. Embarrassment or excitement?

"No, I don't want to get her in trouble with Cathy," you say, "if word got back. You were telling me Cathy confiscated her old one after she almost caught Amy in the showers. I was thinking..."

You hear gravel crunch as the blond letterman and the petite brunette walk within earshot. You and Ellen are a bit off the beaten path, but the two weekend strollers will pass close by. They seem to be paying attention to each other and you're not sure if they've seen you.

"Sure Jenny," the fellow says. "Thursday'd be great. I could really use the help reviewing for the Ethics test."

"Cool," she says. "You can help me with Chem. So whatcha doing for the
Mayflower Dance?"

"Dunno," he says. "Bethany and Maria both asked me already."

"Oh," she says. "You want to, um, take another walk next Saturday?"

"I'm doin' a bike tour with Nick and Sonny," he says. "How 'bout Sunday?"

"But that's Hoop Day!" Jenny protests.

"You wanna drop by Saturday night then? Oops, hey Jen?" He pauses to pull out a handkerchief. "Wipe your cheek."

The pair walk away and disappear into the trees, their voices fading quickly.

"So what do you think?" Ellen says.

You say, "I think that guy needs to show some more class. He was practically ignoring that girl, while she was throwing herself at him. What's with him?"

"Widley's still mostly women, and guys like him quit trying," Ellen says. "No, silly, I meant what do you think about Amy?" Ellen says.

"I think a rude picture starring Amy might be about right. I used to draw too."

Ellen laughs. "That would serve her right. She's always drawing joke pictures of other people."

"Let's hurry up," you say.

You and Ellen hurry back toward her dorm and take the back stairs to keep out of Cathy's path.

Amy's portfolio contains a large pad she's been using for her life drawing class. Old pages are held back with a big elastic band. You release the band and flip up one blank page, crumpling it slightly. Amy will have to discard this spoiled page after she gets out the drawing pad, so the next page should be visible to whoever's there.

You take a piece of scrap paper and compose your idea, then transfer it with quick strokes to Amy's drawing pad. Not brilliant, maybe, but sometimes it's about doing it, not about being perfect.

A double bed takes shape under your pen, viewed from the foot. On one side is a nude Amy, rolled over with her hand stretched toward the bedside table so her butt is visible. She's tapping cigarette ash into an ashtray. Above the tousled red hair of her head is a speech balloon saying, "Windy, you're the best." On the other side of the bed, propped up on the pillow, is a four-paned window. The window is saying, "I love you too Amy, but you know what they say about people who live in glass houses." On the cartoon Amy's butt are written the words "PINCH ME".

Ellen looks it over. "You're a goof!" she says, and laughs. "But it might work."

"Hope so," you say. You reattach the elastic band and return the pad to Amy's portfolio. "We better beat it before she gets back."

You can still feel Amy's blue satin hair ribbon tied around your dick.