Variation on a Theme, Book 6
Copyright© 2024 by Grey Wolf
Chapter 107: A First Date and a First Time
Thursday, March 6, 1986
Cepheid Variable was showing the rather iffy ‘The Black Hole’. We were going to pass on it when Mel pretty much demanded we go. She had liked it back when it came out and wanted to see it again. The rest of us pretty much shrugged and decided to just go with the flow.
Amy would have liked it, probably, but she had her team meeting and even the late show might be problematic. Maybe we would see it another time. If not, there were certainly other, better, science fiction movies to see together.
Since there was no dating, we just ate at the house, then headed off to the movie. We sat as a group, not as couples, although the couples sat together, naturally.
The movie wasn’t as bad I remembered it being (based on forty-something-year-old memories or very hazy more recent memories). It also wasn’t good. The ideas were good, but the execution was lacking, both technically and in terms of the script.
Still, we had a good time. Mel stuck up for the movie, but it was somewhat halfhearted, and she was much more in support of the ideas than the final result, too.
Friday, March 7, 1986
I stopped by the Hullabaloo Cafe long enough to wish Amy luck on her date. And, of course, express my happiness that she had not died.
She expressed the same happiness and giggled about the date. It was amusing. Trev, who was working nearby, couldn’t have known from what either of us said that the date was with my fiancée. Amy might have told him, or not, but that was their business.
I would wish her well on any other date, so why not one with Jas? Jas was, after all, capable of being a bit of a man-eater.
And a woman-eater, too. Something Amy might well be hoping for.
When I got home, there was a call from Michael asking me to call him back. I did, and it turned out he just wanted to let me know that the first half of Spring Break was officially clear. He might try to do something on the second weekend.
I thanked him and told him we were headed to New Orleans, which he thought sounded like a lot of fun.
The plan was for him to check in again next week.
Cammie pulled me aside just before dinner. Along with Mel, she said, “So, if I have this right, Jasmine will be out on a date tonight?”
“That’s my understanding,” I said.
“You know it’s weird, right?” Mel said, smirking a bit.
“I ... am aware. All parties know it’s unusual.”
Cammie giggled, then said, “Well, so is this. You are officially invited up to our apartment around ... ten or so? Expect to stay for a while. Probably not overnight — I’m not sure we can fit three overnight.”
Their bed was smaller than most of ours, so they had a point.
“I ... am flattered, of course, and will be there.”
“In case it has to be said, bring ... supplies,” Mel said, winking.
“I will keep that in mind,” I said.
Surprising me slightly, Mel kissed me. Quickly, but warmly. Cammie’s kiss right after it was only a bit more surprising.
“We’ll see you then,” she said.
“Lots of you,” Mel added, grinning.
“And I will see you, too,” I said.
“Lots of us!” Cammie said, giggling.
Jas actually enlisted my fashion advice for her date. I advised her to just be herself and not worry about what Amy would wear. For one thing, we likely knew what Amy would wear. I had tried to dress down and complement her, but I’m a guy. That’s what guys do, for the most part. We’re not the loud, brightly colored males of much of the animal kingdom, we’re the boring backdrop.
Jas, on the other hand, was — clearly! — not a guy. Girls play by different rules. Angie and Paige often took care to coordinate and complement each other, but they were a couple and played by their own rules. Mel and Cammie usually didn’t clash, but they seldom coordinated things nearly as much. That might have been a lingering aftereffect of years of publicly pretending to be friends, no more and no less, but it was still the case.
In the end, Jas picked the blue ao dai. It wasn’t as loud as some of the other options, but it really gave her a unique (for College Station, anyway!) look.
She was taking Amy to The Grapevine. Despite Amy offering the date, Jas was buying. That reminded me that we needed to get Jas a credit card of her own. She had one — an MNMS card she was fully authorized to use, because we reimbursed MNMS for personal expenses — but she should have a personal card. I probably couldn’t get her a joint Platinum Card, but she could get her own Amex green card, almost certainly. Getting a Visa would be no harder. The bank would give her one if she asked, given how much she had in her account.
It was just something we needed to get done. Not urgent, but not something to just ignore, either.
After Jas left, the evening became mostly light studying. We hung out, watched MTV, and read through things we’d already covered and tried to get ahead. Group stuff would be, as usual, tomorrow and Sunday.
Angie and Paige were clearly in on things. When Cammie and Mel left to head upstairs, Angie smirked a bit and Paige gave me a wink, then a nod toward the stairs.
I chuckled, got up, and headed into my room long enough to pick up ‘supplies.’ After that, I headed upstairs. I didn’t get up to the attic much, and the ceiling was a little low for my tastes, but I would be fine.
“Sit!” Cammie said, once I was in, and directed me to one of their chairs. I sat, and both of them piled into my lap. It was a little tight, but pretty nice, too.
“Well, hello,” I said, chuckling.
Cammie kissed me, then Mel kissed me. Then Cammie kissed me a little more deeply, and Mel followed suit.
“Just so we’re clear,” Cammie said, “We have plans.”
“It was pretty clear,” I said, grinning a bit.
“It’s more than that,” she said. “It’s been nearly four and a half years. A lot of things have happened. We’re the same people, but...”
“But we’re also not,” Mel said. “And a lot of why we’re not is you. Cammie being free isn’t you. Cammie being safe probably is. Oh, maybe the Nacogdoches police would have done the right thing, or maybe some resident would have saved her, but...”
“Yeah. Naked!” Cammie said, giggling. “Seriously, I had nothing to work with — in the most literal sense! If I hadn’t found some dropped coins ... well, I would have found some way to call. Going to a convenience store and offering a free show in exchange for a phone call was my fallback.”
“Ew!” Mel said, giggling.
“That’s ... we’re off topic. A bit, anyway,” Cammie said. “We’re not the people we were. It’s not about the big drama. Some is big, like knowing about you and Angie — and Laura — but some is just the years. We hadn’t even won a tournament the last time this happened, for goodness’ sake!”
Mel grinned and nodded, and said, “I was sorta more me, but ... not. We were deeply in the closet for a lot of reasons, for one. Not only hadn’t the whole real estate thing happened, it wasn’t even a dream yet.”
“And that’s big,” Cammie said. “It’s hugely different to say, ‘We’re doing all of this so we can pursue this dream.’ And it’s a dream we truly share. That’s you. Not you giving it to us, but you enabling us to pursue it.”
“Which doesn’t mean we owe you!” Mel said. “That wouldn’t go well. We don’t, we know we don’t, you know we don’t — we’re all good there.”
“What we’re trying to say is ... four and half years! We know ourselves better than we did, we know you a lot better than we did, and ... I mean, it’s just math. The first time, I’d actually known you for almost no time at all. The second was under a year. It’s enormously different,” Cammie said.
“All of this makes total sense,” I said, finally getting a few words in.
They nodded quickly.
“Anyway, so. One thing won’t surprise you,” Cammie said. “You and I aren’t doing anything that requires protection.”
“That ... doesn’t surprise me,” I said. “Unless you mean you have a waiver.”
She giggled a lot.
“Noooo! I do not. I actually have a plan there. As of right now, we’re like... 99% decided that no penises go in there ever, my entire life. Sperm goes in there if and only if I’m trying to get pregnant. Which I fully plan to do, and that’s not happening without sperm, so...”
“I told her we could do IVF,” Mel said, but there was clearly a joke, because she was barely holding back from laughing.
“Yeah, and I told her my flower is not that delicate and I actually like the idea of conception happening the usual way. If I can mix my DNA with someone, I can allow their genetic material inside of me,” Cammie said.
“That doesn’t surprise me, either,” I said. “Not that I really have a recommendation, but...”
“We get it,” Cammie said. “It won’t surprise you that I actually want to. With you. Like ... not even just a little. I really want to! I just don’t think I can. Honestly...”
She choked up a bit and sniffled.
Mel said, softly, “She thinks this will happen. She’ll cry and be upset and ... that’s a sucky memory.”
“That!” Cammie said, nodding. “I think it’ll go wrong, and I hate the idea of that. Last time, I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I want to even more, now. But I think I still can’t. So ... we made a decision, and that’s a ‘no.’ Even if I change my mind, it’s still a ‘no.’”
“I have been ordered to physically get in the way and, if necessary, slap her,” Mel said, giggling.
“She wants me to try so she gets to slap me,” Cammie said.
“Nah. I can do that without you trying,” Mel said.
They both giggled, but with enough blushing that ... maybe I wasn’t the only one who’d slapped a girl during sexy time and had it go right?
“Besides, if we tell you it’s not happening, then it’s not happening,” Mel said.
“Definitely,” I said.
“That said!” Cammie said, “We have other plans for you that are new and different and may be surprising, and ... well. Just assume Mel knows what’s good and what’s not. I mean, obviously, if I seem to be pushing myself too hard, also a no, but I don’t think any of this will require any pushing.”
“One part of it did, but I did the pushing a really long time ago,” Mel said.
“And ... it turns out that was a good thing,” Cammie said.
Mel nodded. I was pretty sure what she meant, but this had the making of something that might have been contentious at one time, but wasn’t now. There was no reason to wade into anything like that!
“The first suggestion is: no clothes!” Cammie said. “And I think we each help each other. Two on one, all the way around.”
“And I second that!” Mel said.
“And, since I’m the lesbian-y-est lesbian here, I get naked first!” Cammie said.
Everyone laughed at that, and we both helped Cammie out of all of her clothing. I didn’t have to wonder if touching was okay — Cammie quite obviously pressed herself against my hands plenty enough to make the point, and moved my left hand to her boobs just in case the rest hadn’t been clear enough.
“Touching is fully allowed,” Cammie said. “We’re doing this, not partly doing this. Hands are hands. I love you, and I love having your hands on me.”
“I love you, too,” I said. “Both of you.”
“And I love you, too,” Mel said, turning to me.
They started undressing me, with just as much caressing.
“That’s mostly why this works,” Mel continued, while removing my clothes. “I don’t know that we’ll ever love a man romantically besides you. We both mostly doubt it.”
“Yeah,” Cammie said. “We talked about that. It’s weird.”
“We’re glad you’re a man,” Mel said, giggling.
“Because, if we loved you the way we do, and you were a woman, we would have to decide if we could do a lesbian threesome,” Cammie said.
“So far, that decision is still a firm ‘no,’” Mel said. “We both think it’s super-awesome that you and Jas don’t get jealous, but we do.”
Cammie grinned and stage-whispered, “‘Make-up sex.’”
“Like I said,” Mel said, grinning, too. “It works!”
“It does!”
Mel and Cammie met at my underwear and both tugged it down, with both of them saying the now-obligatory, “Sproing!” as my cock came out to play. Under the circumstances, it was quite ready to play, too.
“We realized ‘It’s kinda funny’ wasn’t ideal,” Mel said.
“But it actually is kinda funny,” Cammie said.
“Shhhh!” Mel said, giggling.
“Honestly, it’s ... so. I don’t ... you know ... want it there. But it’s right for you, and I kinda like looking at it because ... it suits you,” Cammie said.
“Which is as close as she’s ever going to come to liking one!” Mel said. “I, on the other hand, have some fond memories I want to explore and see if they’re still right.”
“Meaning she’s horny for cock,” Cammie said.
“Occasionally!” Mel said.
“Make-up sex,” Cammie stage-whispered again.
Mel giggled.
We both started getting Mel out of her clothes. One thing I noticed was how much they’d changed. It’s not as if I hadn’t seen them naked recently, of course, but this was much better lighting and I was encouraged to look, and look at them with sexual thoughts, not ‘Wow, they’re lovely’ hot tub thoughts.
Mel was taller than Cammie. She had topped out a bit short of me, but not by much. She had also filled out some (particularly boobs and hips) compared to the last time we’d done something like this. Even so, she was still more willowy than Cammie, who was a bit more substantial. Cammie’s boobs, too, were larger (not just than Mel’s — she was bigger than Angie, Paige, Jas, Darla, and Amy as well).
It was a privilege. And they wanted me to look, so I looked. And appreciated.
Besides, it kept things sproingy.
After Mel was naked, Cammie said, “As you might guess, we have plans.”
“Years worth of plans!” Mel said.
Cammie giggled and nodded.
“We both think we’ll do something you can watch, but later. Right now ... so ... kinda where we started way back when. The whole ‘Let’s see Steve explode!’ thing, but ... maybe not the same. Maybe. We’ll see.”
Mel must have done something, because Cammie jumped and said, “Brat!”
“‘We’ll see,’” Mel said, smirking.
“We will!” Cammie said, then stuck out her tongue.
Mel put a couple of towels in their chair, then had me sit. Both of them giggled as they knelt on the floor.
“Honestly, this feels ... kinda naughty,” Mel said.
“Kinda?” Cammie said. “It’s like my worst nightmare except turned into something really cool. Which...”
She looked up at me, grinning.
“ ... I happen to know you, and a certain former debater, have discussed a few times.”
“No comment,” I said.
She giggled.
“Okay. It’s your show right now,” Cammie said to Mel.
Mel leaned in and started licking, then sucking. And ... well. Her technique — purely mechanically — was better than I might have guessed.
Cammie grinned.
“It’s easy to get Mel to practice with one of our toys if I make sure to flavor it properly.”
Mel made an ‘mmhmm’ noise.
“You know ... honey. Syrup.”