I really enjoy the mornings on weekends. We sleep late, sort of. That is, if we wake up and it´s not too late, we look around for something to do. Or someone to snuggle up to and sleep some more. Plenty of times, we make love and then go back to sleep. It´s a swell way to start the day. When we have to, we get up and settle down on the cushions for coffee and muffins, still naked, still touching and loving each other. It all feels so comfortable.
Eventually we got going that weekend; Tom and Alex headed downtown to find a solution to the display problem, Mary and Will to the stables. Saul and I were still stretched on the cushions.
“You going to synagogue today?”
“No, guess not.”
“Gonna work out, though?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing much. A little about what we´re going to do with Will´s work, but I´m not working on it very hard.”
“I´d say that´s a good thing. After all, Will´s work is his, not yours or ours.” I snuggled into the crook of his arm. My head seems to fall right on his shoulder when I do that. Feels so good.
“Oh, I know. Thing is, I think he´s got talent and my dad can tell us if I´m right.”
“So? What difference does that make?”
His arm was trapped behind me, so he wriggled it out. I hooked my shoulder into his armpit. His hand ended up on the cheek of my ass.
“If he hasn´t got it, fine. If he does, we have some options.”
“No, we don´t.”
“Oh... You mean it´s his work, not ours. Yeah. We´d have to talk about that. But if Will agrees...”
“You think we could market it?”
“Right. I don´t think anyone is seriously marketing stuff like Will´s been doing of us.”
I pulled his hand up my side to my breast. “Internet´s got tons of dirty pictures, Saul.”
He squeezed me, began stroking my side and tummy. “We´re not talking about dirty pictures, Anne. It´s erotic art. Damn good erotic art, I think. If we could sell it like that, I´ll bet we could make some money.”
“Might even be fun.”
“Uh-huh.” His fingers slipped across my bald spot. “God, I love that.”
“What about the rest? Mary, Tom, Alex.”
“I don´t know how that will work out, yet, but somehow I think it will. We´ll wait and see.”
“What do you plan to do with this?” I asked.
“Well, we could take it in the other room and see.”
“No, here... this way...” I laid back across two of the pillows. “Now... put it in there… let me watch… yes…”
Later, we showered, dressed and went for our workout.
As we walked across the campus in the cold wind, I said, “I can´t wait to tell Mary.”
“Tell her what?”
“That I was the first to get laid on the cushions. That´s what we bought them for.”
“Things usually work out, don´t they?”
“When you´ve got the right people.”
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Alex and I ran the party gauntlet after supper. Louise was in the second floor hallway, a can of beer in her hand, looking pretty bleary-eyed. Her blouse was half out of her jeans, the buttons done up wrong.
“Hey, you two! How about a beer? Come on in, we got a good party going. Stan´s got some hard stuff, and there´s some great weed.”
She leered at Alex, then at me. “Plenty of other fun things to do, too.”
Alex shook his head, put his arm around me. “Sorry. We´ve got a little plan of our own.”
Alex´s shirt wasn´t tucked in, so I ran my hand up underneath it where Louise could see me rubbing his nipple.
“Sorry, Louise. He gets impatient.”
She laughed and waved the can at us. “Hell, go ahead. One of these days, you´ll join us.”
As we opened the door of our room, I said in Alex´s ear, “Not if I can help it.”
Alex wouldn´t let me look at whatever it was he and Tom had done. When everyone was safely inside the room, the two of them handed out beer and beckoned us into the bedroom.
They had cut two wide slats to nearly the width of the wall and stretched gray hopsacking between them. One board was hung from hooks set in a picture rail near the ceiling, the other stretched the fabric down to a level just higher than the end of the bed. The whole wall was available for hanging drawings.
“How do we attach things?” Will asked.
Tom produced two boxes of small paper clamps with built-in hooks. “You put these along one edge and just hook them in the fabric. Should do the job.”
“Terrific,” said Saul. “Let´s hang the stuff now and talk about it tomorrow.”
We took the drawings from the portfolio and began hanging them. There were lots of the erotic pictures: two or more anonymous figures engaged in not-too-explicit sex. There were also plenty of the detailed, explicit pictures of body parts. And there were several drawings of Mary and me, some portrait nudes, some full length. These were mostly in poses we would have struck while eating, resting, fooling around in the room or in our studies. All of them were finely detailed and beautifully finished.
We hung them up carefully. It was clear to all of us that these were valuable works.
I looked at each picture as I hung it. After about three of them, I stopped and took off my clothes. By the time we had finished, no one wore anything.
We all sat back on the bed together and looked at the wall. It was amazing. And exciting.
“Alex, did you get a movie for tonight?”
“Yeah. It´s over there.”
“Later, I want to look at this stuff for a while.”
I don´t remember whether we ever saw the movie.