Nude - Jenlisa

Chapter 2

Muse. That is what she called her. Her muse.

For six straight days Jennie told her suspicious grandmother that she had met an old friend from elementary school who'd been kind enough to tour her around the city's hangouts. Luckily for her, Grandma didn't ask too many questions that couldn't be quickly covered with small lies.

"I'm going out to see Chahee," She lied as she stepped into her shoes.

"In that?" Grandma asked, wiping her soapy hands on her worn apron and pointing a pudgy finger at her shirt. "That's something a prostitute would wear."

She looked down at her red shirt. It was not revealing, but tight. She argued, "No it's not. This is my favorite shirt."

"It's too snug." Grandma shook her head. "You dress like that and you'll have those city guys following you around. Is that what you want? You trying to impress these hip, young city boys?"

She rolled her eyes. She could see where her mother got her suspicious accusations. God, she hoped she wouldn't turn out that way. "No, Grandma."

"Then go change."

"I don't have time. I'm already late." She pulled her bag over her shoulder and went through the door before Grandma could formulate a counter argument.

She rubbed her temples in the backseat of the taxi. It sped through the traffic and through the hub of the city and stopped abruptly on the other side, in the college side of town, right in front of Lisa's little house. She paid the driver and jogged up the sidewalk to the porch.

Oh, if her Grandmother knew that her time had been spent posing naked in a single hot woman's house, her frail old heart would implode. That was a very good reason enough to lie about it.

Lisa met her at the door in a paint stained t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans that hugged her backside, although she wouldn't tell her so. Lisa's doe eyes lingered just a moment too long on her chest, justifying her argument with Grandma.

"Hey," the taller said, smiling under a slight blush as she stepped aside and ushered Jennie inside. "Just in time, I've got it all set up."

The easel, the couch, the paint, and even the shadows were just as they had been the afternoon before. Lisa vanished into the kitchen while Jennie quickly shed her clothes. It felt much warmer than it had before.

"I'm ready," she said. Lisa reappeared. "It's hot in here."

Lisa quickly turned her gaze to the floor. "Yeah, my air conditioner is busted. The guy is coming to look at it Monday. I can open a few windows, get a draft going."

Jennie sat down on the couch while Lisa jogged between the kitchen window and one in a room at the back of the house beside the bathroom, the bedroom she suspected. It helped very little. The July humidity stuck to her skin.

"Does the heat not bother you?" the feline eyed girl asked as Lisa came back into the room. She wore socks.

"Not really," she shrugged. "I mean I'm warm, but I'm not miserable."

Jennie tried to mimic the pose Lisa had set her in, but she could never do it exactly right. Before the blonde sat down on her stool she stepped over to her.