Molly and Mitzi were best friends since second grade. “I wish we were sisters,” Molly told Mitzi after the fourth-grade picnic. “We’re better than sisters,” Mitzi replied.

In junior high Mitzi won a statewide student art contest for her painting of Molly, titled “Prodigy.”

It was true, Molly was an exceptional pianist.

Molly and Mitzi both went to Music & Art for high school. After school they hung out at Molly’s house almost every day. While Molly practiced, Mitzi did sketches.

Midway through junior year, Josh came into the picture. Josh might have been a better pianist than Molly. Mitzi rarely came over after school. She hung out with Josh.

One afternoon Molly’s mother commented. “We’re not seeing much of Mitzi these days. Are you two not...?”

In answer Molly bashed the piano keys.

“We’re going up to the cabin the weekend after next,” Molly’s mom said. “Why don’t you see if Mitzi wants to come?”

“I hate the cabin,” Molly exclaimed, and she bashed the keys again.

As it happened, the next day at their lockers, Mitzi asked Molly if she could come over after school. “There’s something I have to ask you,” she said.

Curious and a bit uneasy, Molly accompanies Mitzi to her house. “No Josh this afternoon?” she asks.

“He’s doing an audition for some kind of summer thing,” Mitzi explains as she leads Molly into her bedroom.

“Oh,” is all Molly can say.

“So what I wanted to ask you,” Mitzi begins. She is clearly a little nervous. “Maybe I should just show you first.”

Now Molly is nervous.

“It’s about a painting,” Mitzi says. “For the end of term competition. Actually there are four of them. I can’t decide which one to submit.”

“And you want me to choose?”

“Not exactly. The thing is, well, in some of them I kind of used you.”

“What do you mean ‘used me’?” Molly asks.

“This is a bad idea,” Mitzi says. “Maybe we should just forget about it. I’ll just use the other one.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m all the way here, so why don’t you show me the paintings?”

“Fine,” Mitzi says. “They’re in the studio.”

On the floor of her studio, Mitzi has four paintings facing the wall. She turns one around. “This is me and Josh.”

“I see that,” Molly says. “It’s very...”

“Explicit,” Mitzi supplies.

“Uh huh,” Molly says. “Is Josh’s dick really that...?”

“It is!” Mitzi says. “I can’t even get my fingers around it.”

“So you’ve been...?”

“We have! Well, not everything.”

“So what do you do?”

“Well, mostly kiss and stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“You know. Touching.”

“So you’ve let him touch your...?”

“Mostly I touch him. I like to be in control. And he has a really nice...”

“Cock.”

“Yeah. Cock.”

“And you make him come?”

“I do. The painting is kind of symbolic that way. See how the brush is dripping? That’s supposed to be emblematic of his cum.”

“And the brush is emblematic of his cock?”

“It is!”

“But his cock is much bigger.”

“It is!”