Variation on a Theme, Book 6
Copyright© 2024 by Grey Wolf
Chapter 99: Rendezvous With Ripples
Wednesday, February 19, 1986
Jas might have found her activity. There was a meeting tonight for ‘Women in Communications’, which included journalism as well as English, Marketing, or Speech Communication. The commonalities were obvious. The event featured build-your-own ice cream sundaes (and, presumably, a lot of conversation and networking).
The official announcement made it clear that men were welcome, but I had to imagine any men attending a ‘Women in Communications’ social would have to either be dates or willing to be perceived as desperate. Or, perhaps, gay. Jas agreed, but felt like there were probably a bunch of desperate guys out there.
She must have wanted to stand out, because she wore her blue and silver ao dai. Much less showy than the maroon or red ones, but it would definitely draw eyes.
Even in a room full of highly verbal women, I had to believe Jas would stand out for much more than what she was wearing, though. I wished her well and sent her on her way with a hug and a kiss.
My evening plans were study groups for our business classes (even if some of them were technically Marketing or Accounting). The overlap was so high that we could hold them all at once, and we covered them all with the Business Brigade. Paige wanted ‘Business Bucketeers’, for reasons that she couldn’t explain beyond ‘It’s hilarious, right?’ It was, but it was roundly voted down.
We had a lot of material to cover, but we were up to the challenge. Not just tonight — we had another meeting planned for Saturday. And, quite possibly, one more for Sunday. We were going to be ready for exams, no matter what!
We had faxes from Hauptmann’s and Brightman’s waiting when we got home. Both of them were along the lines we expected. Hauptmann’s seemed a trifle pricey and perhaps not quite what we wanted, but we could probably fix the second part if needed. Brightman’s was too inexpensive and felt like we wouldn’t get the quality we wanted. None of us were all that happy with their renderings of the designs, either.
Keller’s had been the favorite and likely still was. Until we got their final proposal, though, we couldn’t be sure. And Terra Nova was still in the running, but none of us felt like they were a likely candidate.
I had an inspiration and decided to change the plan with Darla. Admittedly, it carried the risk of making us that much more intertwined. On the other hand, I could almost feel the clock running, and my idea was decidedly not ‘romantic.’ She might still find it so, given the rules we had, but ... well. We would see.
After checking with Jas, who loved the idea, I called Darla and offered to meet her for dinner, then walk to the study group meeting. Just that, with nothing else attached to it. Still, I think she heard it the way I meant it — that something naughty might happen along the way. She readily agreed, and we planned to meet at five-thirty at her dorm room.
When I got there, she was dressed in a green blouse, a short-ish loose denim skirt, flats, and glasses, with her hair in a ponytail (using her Little Red ponytail holder). Perfectly normal campus-wear, but it also made her willingness clear.
Our hands found each other’s, and we headed off to the Commons cafeteria, talking about the study group meetings and avoiding any talk about sexy things. After dinner — and in plenty of time to get to the meetings — we started walking toward the house.
Along the way, we ‘just happened’ to pass by the library. I turned to go inside and Darla immediately blushed. She didn’t say anything, but the blush told me she remembered a few things we’d discussed doing here.
“Shouldn’t we be ... you know, studying?” she said, giggling.
“We’re taking our study break first,” I said.
“Um ... if you say so,” she said, blushing a bit more.
I led her on a convoluted walk through the library, eventually entering the old part of the building and heading to a back corner where I already knew there were some desks. You couldn’t get here without going up a set of narrow stairs, and they weren’t quiet. With no one in this area — and there wasn’t — we were basically safe.
Darla had lost her blush after a bit, but it had fully returned as we headed back here.
“I ... um...” she said.
I reached out and gave her ponytail a tug.
“Gonna be a good girl for me?” I said, softly.
“Gah!” she said, shivering. “I...”
I gave it another tug.
She shivered once, harder, then dropped to her knees, unzipped me, and grinned a bit.
After a bit of fumbling around, she had my cock out, and very quickly had it in her mouth.
I started petting her hair, but kept hold of her ponytail.
Softly, I said, “That’s a very good girl. I think you like this.”
“Mmmphh!” she said, bobbing her head a little faster.
“Naughty, too. There’s not really any cover. Now, I would probably tell you if someone was climbing the stairs...”
“NNnggh!”
“But ... well ... if I was close ... who knows? Or maybe they would just want to watch and see what a good girl you are.”
“NNnnnngggghhh!”
She was speeding up, and was clearly into it. Her eyes were on me, shining and pretty clearly happy.
“Maybe you’ve been good enough that I should let your hand go under your skirt?”
She groaned, shivered, and made a few more unintelligible sounds.
“Let’s have you do that.”
One hand scooted under her skirt, and a second later she let out a deep moan.
“No cumming, though. Not until I have and I tell you it’s okay.”
“MMnngghph!”
I wasn’t going to last long like this. But there was little point in holding out, anyway, given the circumstances.
After just a bit, I said, “Get ready, good girl.”
She moaned loudly and looked eager.
I let go, filling her mouth. She caught it all, showed off, then swallowed, returning her mouth to me for some cleanup. I let her keep at that for a couple of minutes, then tugged her ponytail, bringing her up into my lap for a kiss. Her hand never strayed from where it was.
After the kiss, I moved her hand out, then looked at her fingers. They were pretty obviously damp.
“Why don’t you clean those off while I help you?” I said.
She groaned a bit but quickly started licking at her fingers while my hand went under her skirt. Apparently, she’d forgotten at least one article of clothing when she left. Can’t imagine what inspired that!
My fingers started to play, and she very quickly lost focus on much besides pressing up to them, moaning, and squirming.
After a bit, she gasped out, “Please! You ... you didn’t say...”
“Going to keep being a good girl for me if I say yes?”
“Yes! Yes yes yes!”
“Lift up a second,” I said.
Her eyes got wide, but she did. I adjusted her skirt so it wasn’t covering her below her waist at all. She got very red, but settled back into my lap at a little tug on her ponytail.
My hand went back between her legs, and my other hand wrapped around her and covered her mouth.
“Now, you may,” I said.
She did her level best to stay quiet, I think, but would have failed miserably even so if my hand hadn’t been in place. As it was, I really doubted anyone could hear us even one floor down. Given that this building did not have solid floors from end to end, but instead had some grillwork sections, that was saying something.
She went right from one into a second before coming down. This time, I offered her my fingers to lick off, and she did, still red. She made no move to adjust her skirt, though.
“Naughty little tame tomboy,” I whispered into her ears. “Exposed, licking off your wetness from my fingers, and ... I bet you’re wanting more, not to be done.”
She groaned, but nodded.
“I ... it...” she said, licking. I took my hand away, and she half-turned, saying, “I ... I do. Want more, I mean.”
“Tell me what you want, good girl.”
She whimpered and said, “I want to fuck. Can ... can we fuck? Please?”
“Let me get this straight, Little Red. You want your Wolf to make use of your pussy, right here, in the library? Fucking you until you cum, then cumming inside you?”
She groaned loudly and squeezed her eyes closed for a few seconds. Then she opened them and nodded.
“That’s what I want. I want my Wolf to fuck his pet tomboy, right here, right now.”
“Well, then...”
I wound up in a chair, pants open, condom on. She moved over me, skirt concealing everything, facing out toward the stairway (which we couldn’t see from where we were). After that, it was mostly her, moving up and down, wriggling, squeezing, and generally being a very good girl. I missed being able to look into her eyes, but it made sense that we could both see where we were and notice if anyone was approaching.
She had to muffle herself, but did so fairly effectively. Before too long, I was pressing up and filling the condom, making her muffle herself once more.
After we finished, we just stayed in place for a bit, then rearranged into a ‘What? Nothing strange happening here!’ configuration with clothing arranged and the condom put away.
Just after we were settled, Darla broke out into a fit of giggles. When she recovered, she said, “Okay! That was ... a lot of fun! I was nervous, but ... um. So. It’s on the list of things where encores are totally welcome!”
I chuckled and kissed her.
Now that a repeat was on the table, maybe I might set up Jas to ‘catch’ us. It was probably better that I’d done this while Jas was at her meeting, this time. Just the two of us made a lot more sense for a first time.
We kissed a bit, then headed out. I had to wonder if anyone could just look at Darla (or me) and realize what must have happened. The odds were ... maybe decent. If so, they were probably just amused, though maybe we would go on a ‘watch this couple — they’re trouble!’ list. If so, having Jas as a lookout just as much as a surprise might be a good thing.
This had, technically, just been a ‘hook-up,’ I suppose, but it was a very special and long-awaited hook-up, if so.
We headed up to the house, holding hands and pretending nothing naughty had just happened, talking about our classes. When we got there, I just apologized and said we had run a bit late walking to the house. I fully suspected that several of the insiders knew why we’d ‘run a bit late,’ but the others probably didn’t suspect a thing. Darla managed to keep from blushing, which helped considerably with that, most likely.
Jas didn’t get home until nearly nine-thirty, which was surprising for an event that was supposed to end at seven-thirty. No one was worried, but we were all curious.
When she came in, she was all smiles. We only got a cursory overview from her. The meeting had been great, she’d made some friends, and had wound up talking with a bunch of them. The Journalism Junta probably had several new members, which sounded like a very good thing.
When I went to bed, Jas said, “How did things go with Darla?”
“Really well,” I said, then filled her in while I changed for bed. She’d already gotten ready for bed while we were wrapping up studying, and watched me as I changed.
She giggled a lot and said, “Sounds like fun! And ... a change of pace for you.”
“I haven’t been big on ‘hook-ups,’” I said, nodding. “This is probably a good change of pace. Just ... doing something different and making it work.”
“Plans for a repeat?”
“Maybe. It’s possible some girl might catch us in flagrante delicto, perhaps.”
“Oh? Any particular girl?” she said, giggling.
“You know her extremely well. Twenty years of in-depth experience.”
She giggled more.
“Sounds like fun!”
“How’d your meeting go?” I said. “I assume fun, too, given the late arrival.”
“Oh, it was!” she said.
“Tell me about it,” I said.
“There were about sixty of us, I think. The group is actually a chapter of a professional society. They paid for the ice cream and stuff. It’s been here for a while. We just missed it. Too much else going on, maybe.”
“Maybe,” I said. “I’ve ignored business and computer science professional societies. Mostly did in my first life, too.”
“This one looks good. I plan to get involved.”
“I’m glad! You wanted something to focus on.”
“I did!” she said, nodding quickly. “We had all ages, but there were almost thirty sophomores. It makes sense, ‘cuz I suspect the freshmen don’t notice it. Meanwhile, the seniors have senioritis by February. They don’t care about get-to-know-you events.”
“Makes sense, I agree,” I said. Then I added, “Hang on! Back shortly.”
When I returned, I turned out the lights and climbed into bed.
“You were saying?”
“So ... first thing was, I found about six girls who seem to maybe fit in with our type of study group. Fairly driven, serious, social, not freaking out about gay girls — have to ask that!...”
I nodded. It was something we needed to sound out.
“And so on and so forth. They’re coming over Saturday. I need more people in my major, really.”
“You do, I agree.”
“And then ... well. We started talking, and one thing led to another, and we lost track of time.”
“They must be a good group,” I said.
“Oh, they were. Some of them were pretty hot, too! I have hopes that maybe one of them will be bi. Or curious. Or ... whatever! No trouble with Monique, but ... eh. We’re limited-time, I think. Much like Katy.”
“Makes sense,” I said.
“You overachieved with Amy. Which I’m super-happy about! But we’ll see. No rushing, and it’s not like I can just ask, but ... gaydar is turned on, anyway.”
I chuckled and hugged her.
“That sounds good! Like we keep saying, we don’t need anyone more, but it’s nice. And it’ll be bigger if someone else fits long-term. Someone like Jess, maybe. I mean, that way. Not necessarily someone like Jess, but someone in our orbit, potentially to stay.”
“That’s where I am, too,” she said. “And there’s nothing saying Amy won’t. Not like that’s new, either. You and Sue could’ve amounted to something, but not what she needed. There was a lot of potential there, though. Sheila, maybe. Lexi, definitely. A few others. It’s just... we fit far better than any of them, and none of them can be ... whatever we would call it. An extra partner. Especially since, honestly, we already have two extra partners each, but in a different way. The whole thing is complicated. We just make it look easy.”
“Somehow we do,” I said. “Mostly communication and lots of love.”
“All that. You and Angie anchor things, but Paige and I were really close and we probably also anchor things a bit. Then it’s just me and Angie and you and Paige, and those are both long-time mutual lust and a lot of love since then. All six relationships work of their own accord. If there’s someone else — Amy or whoever — it just adds two, because they’re not connecting to Angie or Paige the same way. Different from Jess. She is connected to all of us, but not as a full-time partner.”
“That’s how I see it,” I said. “Except that Amy adds three. Me, you, and the two of us as a couple.”
“Good catch! Yeah, I agree. Three. But that also changes the six into ... um ... eleven? Each person with the other couple, and the couples with each other.”
“I ... can go with that.”
“Yay! And ... well. If nothing else, this points out that even relatively simple things are more complicated than they appear,” she said.
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