Art? Sex? Yeah, there is one of the sweetest characters ;) Meet Travis ;)
The Red Scarf
It was a cold December night and Christmas was only four days away. She was reading the newspaper and looking for some exhibitions to visit. She was into art since she could think and she always liked going to see other artists work. She herself never had an exhibition but she was teaching art at a high-school. She had a lot talented kids around and she was glad some of them made it to an art college. Her pride always made her feel as if she had done something right. While reading through the announcements she found one that was called Often the truth is not what it seems , which is a rather long name for an exhibition. It said An installation of photographs and drawings by young artist Travis. It was opening this evening and she smiled. Just what she needed on a Friday evening.
Later that evening she was on her way to the gallery, wearing a dress that looked like one of those 50's dresses. Black with white dots combined with a red belt, red heels and red lipstick. She felt like it. Normally she only wears Jeans and shirts but today she felt like celebrating art and life a bit because it was her first free day in over 4 month. She was wearing a red scarf and a black coat.
When she stepped into the gallery she was greeted by a young man serving champagne and he was already helping her out of the coat and when he was done he offered her one glass of the bubbly liquid. She thanked him and went further. There were some people there and she started looking at the first pictures which were drawings of people and their surroundings. Everything was in black and white except the eyes and the lips. Those were colored. Every picture describing another emotion. One was looking scared, one was happy and one was disgusted. He had a hand for that and she was already curious who the man behind the art is. And with that thought she heard a microphone and when she turned around she saw a guy with a brown tux, red scarf around his neck, dark brown hair and blue eyes standing nervous on the little stage. Welcome! My name is Travis and this is my first exhibition. Thank you for coming and if you have questions you can talk to me. I will be here all the time. Cheers! He drank from his glass and everyone was doing the same. He was handsome and he had a voice that was intriguing. She really would go and talk to him after looking at some more of his works.
When she was halfway through the gallery she saw that some people already left and that the artist was standing on a table drinking beer. The need to talk to him and make him smile again was overwhelming her. He looked sad. When she went over he looked at her and smiled. Hello , she said. Hi , he was reaching for her hand, like a gentlemen. I like your work. The way you catch emotions of everyone and the meaning behind your installments. I like it. I felt like I was walking into an explanation how gossip works. His eyebrows raised at that and he nodded. Yes. Well...uuuuh..thanks. That was the intention. He looked to his hands a bit shy and not sure what to say. Don't be afraid. I know you are scared. It's your first. And I bet there will be a lot more and I went to a lot of exhibitions. And at least you had some visitors. I went to one where no one was except me. He smiled. Thanks. So you like art? Yes. I teach art at high-school. Wow that is great. I was thinking about that too. Or maybe just give workshops or something. I think art is important. Can't live without it. She smiled. Me neither. He was nice and good looking and there was something in his eyes. A longing, a deep and dark past and something wild and relaxed too. He started to make her nervous. Oh your glass is empty. Wanna drink something else? , he asked.
Yes but I have to stop with the alcohol. I need a coffee or something. Coffee is the artists elixir , Travis joked.
Tell me about it. I think my blood consist of 95% coffee. He started laughing and ordered two coffees. We were interrupted by a couple that seemed to be interested in some of the works and when they started talking to Travis she went on and looked at the rest of his works. He had a sentimental and dark touch to him. The pictures of weapons made her feel uncomfortable for a moment and there was one where he clearly drew himself with a gun in his hand and when she saw that she was turned on. What on Earth was happening? That guy with a weapon in his hands, looking like a killer was just too much. She looked back at him and he was still discussing with the couple. They were the last people and so she was waiting till he was finished. She really wanted to get to know him. That was never the case before. She never talked to the artists a lot. Most of them were assholes anyway. She never met one who was serious about what he did and shy about it. Most of them were so self-regarded that she barely could say hello. But not this one.
When the couple left he came to her. So, I just sold two of my pictures. Good thing right? For my first exhibition. And it seems you are the only one left. Yeah. Great. Congratulations. And I should go now so you can go home. Or you could just go home with me and I show you some more of my art. He smiled. Was this some new way to say Let me show you my bedroom ? Because that was a new one. I don't know. We don't know each other. He laughed. True. But we could change that. I have coffee and tea and I have a big fat cake waiting for me which a friend baked for me. It's midnight and you want to eat cake? Hell yes! Or paint. We could paint together. Before she knew what she was doing she accepted. I am in. Let me just close everything and get my stuff together. Do you have a car? Yeah I do. That's why i stopped drinking. Need a ride? Yah. Okay. I will go and get the car and wait outside. He nodded and ran to the back and was already closing the first door and grabbing his jacket and everything. She was heading for the car and changed her heels to ballerinas. She couldn't drive with heels. She waited for him and was thinking about what may come out of this night. She was a free women and he was an adult guy. Travis appeared minutes later and sat down next to her in her car. Uhm I will just tell you where to drive. She nodded and he was directing her through the city. They stopped in front of an old house and he told her that he was living in there with just an old couple. Their house got to big and so they rented him the apartment at the first floor and their garage where he did his painting. They stepped into the house and it smelled like bake and cookies. Ah Mrs. Anderson baked. She always does this on Fridays and usually I will find some cookies for me on the stairs. And when they got there he showed her the plate with chocolate cookies. He offered her one but she shook her head. They went upstairs and you could tell by the first look that this was an artists apartment. Pictures, colors and chaos. Sorry for the chaos. I had a lot of work to do before the exhibition. No problem. He was getting rid of his jacket, scarf and was only wearing a black shirt now. He took off his shoes too. If he always was that comfortable around strangers? Wanna drink something? Tea. He nods and makes his way to the kitchen, she was following him. When he was done they sat down on his couch. So you wanted to show me something , she started the conversation before the silence could get awkward. Yeah. He grabbed for a sketchbook and reached it to her. She was flipping through the pages. They were all pictures of people wearing his scarf. The red one he just hung on the rack. Oh boy. He seemed to have a fetish. Let me guess you will now ask me if you can draw me. Uh yes , his voice broke a little. She was looking back at the pictures. They were all covered in clothes. She smirked. Why not lets play a bit.
Okay. But you should try something new. Travis looked confused. What? Did you ever draw someone in their underwear? His head slowly moving from one side to another. No? Okay. Then how about you do that now. She was not sure what lead her to this but he was cute and she somehow wanted to make him nervous because he looked freaking hot when he didn't know what to do with his hands. Okay , was all he could say and went up to get the scarf. She was taking off her own scarf and he was asking her to sit down on a stool. Can you help me with the zipper? He nodded and was behind her, slowly opening her dress. She could hear him breathe in sharp as he saw the black underwear with tiny bits of red in it. She sat down on the chair, her legs crossed. She leaned back and he was arranging the scarf as he wanted it. And he tried not to look at her.
He sat down and started drawing while she was looking straight at him. How his hand moved across the paper and how his eyes sometimes scanned her body, his lip pouting and his thoughts miles away. After he was done with the outlining he said: I am done. You can move. She nodded, still looking at him. She could feel the tension in the room. When he was done he showed her the picture. It was really good. And he painted the scarf red but her underwear and lips too. Something he hadn't done with the other people. She stood up and went over to him. What do we do now? He shrugged with his shoulders. Looking shy and angsty. What do you want to do? , she asked him again.
Kiss you , he mumbled.
Do it. And with that he came closer and grabbed her hair and kissed her. His lips were soft and you could tell that he didn't have a lot experience. They kissed for a while and it was really nice. Travis. How old are you? Uhm. I am 30. What? Can't be. You look much younger. Yeah. I know. Does that change anything? She shakes her head. Not at all. He was only 2 years younger. That wouldn't be a problem.
His hands were touching her shoulders, running down her arms until he reached her hands. He was nodding with his head in another direction. His bedroom was not as chaotic as the rest and his bed was a king-size bed. While they were walking into it he was getting rid of his shirt. And she could see his well builded shoulders, the tattoos on his body which made him much more attractive. He turned around to her and kissed her, hard, rough and full of hunger. There was nothing left of that shy guy from minutes ago. She could feel his hardness through the fabric of his pants. His hands were opening her bra and he was grabbing her breast, playing with her nipples. She hardly could concentrate on their kissing because he made her crazy playing with her nipples. He stopped kissing her and his lips and tongue wandered along her neck and shoulders. She started opening his pants. He moaned a bit and she slit the pants over his ass, making sure to touch him while doing it. He let go of her boobs which was really good because she was wet already and really wanted to get further. She knelt down and stripped down his boxers. He was so hard for her and she just needed to suck his dick. That was always a thing she liked. Giving blow-jobs. She took him in and Travis mumbled Oh god, fuck. She was taking him deeper in until his cock hit her throat and he was moaning. She did this three times until he grabbed her hair. She let go of him and stood up, kissing him so he could taste his own precome. His arms were wrapped around her and he lifted her up and took her to the bed, bending over her. One hand sliding down to her pants, resting on top of it for a moment until he shoved his hand into it and started rubbing her clit. She groaned. You like that? , he asked in a dark voice. Yeah. He let go of her and moved to strip off her panties. He was waiting a second, smiled and then pushed two fingers into her and started to suck at her clit. Oh god , she nearly screamed. And she could feel how he smiled at that. She was short before an orgasm as he stopped and she could see that he stroked his cock. Where was that innocent guy from before? His eyes were dark and he looked at her, his head slightly fallen to one side and he was breathing heavy. She said Stop. I want you to fuck me. He smiled. I don't like it when girls swear. Please Travis, would you do me the favor and put your magic pencil into my wet color tube. That made him stop and laugh a little. He kissed her and then pushed himself between her legs, resting a moment over her body before he pushed his dick into her and started to move. He draped one of her legs on his shoulder. Holding on to it with one hand, the other hand was steadying him. She was moaning and really wanted to shout fuck but he didn't like swearing. Travis, I will come if you don't go slow. Then come for me. And that was it. With his hard thrusts and the way he tortured her before she hit her climax and waves of heavy emotions flooded her whole body. She bit her hand to hold her scream back and she looked at him as he was gliding in and out of her. His breathing heavy and he was moaning little ohs . He looked at her and then closed his eyes. She could feel how his dick was preparing to get rid of the cum and then he whispered: fuck , and he came, hard with one last and rough thrust into her. He let go of her leg, his hand red painted on her skin. He was sweaty and still breathing hard. Travis looked at her and smiled. Then he pulled out of her and wrapped his arms around her, moving them around so she was lying onto him. She kissed his chest. He was stroking her hair, giving her little kisses on the cheek. Travis held her close. You stayin' the night? I think I need some after sex cuddling. She chuckled. That was the first time she heard some guy saying this. I will under one condition. I want some of the cake you promised me. He gave her a kiss. Baby, you can have as much cake as you want because I think I might keep you here forever. He smiled and let go off her. Both of them standing up and leaving the bedroom. Not putting on any clothes. What had she done to herself? That guy was already getting into her head. She smiled. Maybe he wasn't just an artist. Maybe he was her new canvas on which she can paint her love in bright colors.