Paint Me!

By Jason Pinaster

After leaving high school, Scott exceeded everyone’s expectations, exceeded them so well that he bought the old school building when it went up for sale. The night after the purchase, Scott wandered through the crumbling building savoring the joy of past romantic encounters but mourning the fact that he’d never gotten up the nerve to ask Lainey out.

Except, except— Scott bumps into Lainey at a coffee shop the next morning. He tells her about buying the school. She chides him for never having asked her on a date and he finally gets up the nerve to invite her out, even if it’s just to come see the old school.

The building is decrepit and dusty, and their date uneventful—until they come to the Art room. Then Scott and Lainey discover that they have a shared passion for fingerpainting. Even if they can’t find any paper on which to paint...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jun 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005309176

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Paint Me! © 2022 Jason Pinaster

Some of Jason Pinaster’s Other Wet and Messy Stories:

Ava’s WAM

Get Messy!

Green Gals

Gunge Girl

Messy Party

Mud

Painted Dresses

Quicksand

Splat!

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Splosh Scoundrel

Splosh Spy

Spy Dunk

WAM Mix

Wet Girls

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. His favorite themes center around erotic wrestling, tickling, wet & messy, and BDSM. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2022; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to Foxy

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Paint Me!

As I drove up, the school didn’t look as big as I had remembered it and I briefly wondered whether I’d gotten my money’s worth. Then again, there was no point in worrying—ten million dollars wasn’t a major expenditure for me these days. Some of the letters on top of the front door were missing so it said ‘Rid ou t High S oo’. The parking lot was empty and I parked in the spot marked ‘Principal’. I smiled as I imagined the security guard saying, "Scott, you move that car, now."

The front steps weren’t as high as I’d remembered.

I reached to the front door handle and pulled, but it was locked. It was the first time it had ever been locked. Then I remembered the keys the real estate agent had given me and finally found the one that worked the front door. The place smelled musty. At least they’d left the lights on.

I wondered whether I should go to the principal’s office since I’d parked in his spot but decided that I’d already seen enough of that room to last me a lifetime. Me and my buddies Eric and Peter. The three amigos.

Further down the hallway I spotted the drinking fountain and stopped dead in my tracks. I looked around in every direction, half-expecting Nessa to jump out and hit me with a spray of water. But Nessa, like all of my friends and enemies, was long gone. It had been more than a decade since we’d all graduated.

Nessa had been a slender black-haired beauty. She was a long-distance runner and had taught me orienteering, the sport of navigating through the forest. One day we’d decided to run to the spot where there was supposed to be an abandoned cabin. As per the rules of orienteering, all we’d had was a map and a compass.

Nessa got us to the bottom of the hill that was supposed to have the cabin on top of it without much of a problem. But her orienteering skills were better than her meteorological ones—she hadn’t checked the weather forecast. The rain started when we were only halfway up the hill and we were drenched by the time we got to the top and spotted the cabin.

The thin cotton shorts which had previously flopped loosely around Nessa’s body now revealed a cute little bottom. And, when she turned to look at me, a black lace bra was visible under her T-shirt. Skinny or not, she looked incredibly sexy.

We found a stand of trees halfway down the hill and sheltered briefly under them. Somehow we ended up close and I kissed her. She kissed me back and pressed her wet body against mine. My T-shirt and shorts were wet too and it was as if electricity shot through us. A flash of lightning, so bright it was white even through my shut eyelids. And then a crash of thunder.

We’d better get moving, I said. It’s not safe under the trees.

Nessa nodded but seemed disappointed at having to tear her body off mine. We slipped and slid down the rest of hill and made it to the cabin. It was in disrepair so we had no trouble getting inside. It had a wood stove. There was wood, but since we didn’t have matches, the stove wasn’t of much use. There was a sink but no running water. The only furniture was a sturdy table and