Variation on a Theme, Book 6
Copyright© 2024 by Grey Wolf
Chapter 133: Exploring Boundaries
Friday, May 2, 1986
Darla and I spent a fair bit of time going over our plans. She brought up the idea of seeing ‘The Hitcher’, but I steered her away from it. I actually quite liked the movie, but it was not the sort of thing for a romantic date. One of my first-life roommates had been obsessed with it, for one reason or another, and had watched it every time it was on cable for about a month. Thus, I had seen every scene in the movie about a dozen times before I ever saw it in sequential order. I couldn’t say that, but I knew it wasn’t a great date movie, and claimed to have read reviews supporting that.
Instead, we settled on ‘Legend’. If I had seen it (odds were I had), it was likely in first-life 1986. I had no memory of it at all. I didn’t think it was all that good, but it probably wasn’t bad, and it seemed likely to more-or-less work.
The Batt’s movie writer had given it a lukewarm-at-best review in today’s paper, but that same review also put down ‘Blade Runner’ and ‘Alien’, both of which were widely regarded as being classics by the 2000s, if not before. And it put down ‘Blade Runner’ for the story, compounding the sin.
Still, I suspected the reviewer was right about ‘Legend’. We didn’t need it to be a classic, though, just a fun date movie, and I imagined it could deliver that.
Thus, our plans turned into dinner at Swensen’s, followed by the movie, followed by a sleepover at our house. While we hadn’t said anything specific, Jas and I had both at least somewhat implied she would be ‘busy’ while Darla was over. It seemed unlikely that Darla would check with Monique and realize Jas wasn’t busy.
There was a message from Mark Blodgett waiting when I got home. He said they were working on scheduling, and it might be a week or more before we heard anything more.
Since they knew we were heading up to New York anyway, they were very much leaning towards interviewing us there (and paying for our flights). Interviews earlier in June seemed likely, but it partly depended on when they could interview the others, especially if they were also heading to New York.
That was fine for us. He knew we had multiple demands on our time, and we might wind up with conflicts if they waited too long. We would do our best, and that’s about all we could promise. The sooner they were on the calendar, the better.
I picked Darla up at six. Both of us were in our usual dating wear, with me wearing my usual roughly business casual outfit and her dressed as a somewhat preppy tomboy. The look suited both of us.
By now, my hat was a regular part of my wardrobe on date nights. That was mostly it — I didn’t wear it to class. It was distinctive, and I’d always appreciated being distinctive. Relatively speaking, it’s much easier for women to be distinctive than it is for men. Men’s fashion generally favors low risk, low reward items. Going outside of that quickly takes you to high risk, uncertain reward.
Women’s fashion, on the other hand, runs a far wider gamut from basics that almost never fail to ridiculous things that might work or be hideous. Or ... sometimes both.
Darla’s outfit would fall flat in the eyes of some men, but not the sort she wanted to attract (me now, Mr. Right later), so that was perfectly fine.
We talked about classes, summer plans, and so forth on the walk to the car and during dinner. Darla’s biggest update was that she was leaning toward taking summer classes at UH. Instead of coming back up here over the summer, she wanted to stay at home at least one more time. This might be the last, though. She also liked the idea of getting out of the house every day with something she actually needed to do, and summer school was perfect for that.
Clara was very supportive of the idea. I imagined it was a good thing from her perspective. That empty nest starts feeling fine before long, almost inevitably. Suddenly having your child home for three months is a lot, especially if they’re just sitting around the house. What seemed fine when they were kids starts to feel just off when they’re adults.
She would do fine at UH. I couldn’t tell her I’d taken summer classes there, but I had. They had some good professors. Some real lemons, too, but you take what you can get, and the credits transfer (if you pick the right courses, anyway).
‘Legend’ was ... fine. It was great to snuggle through. There was a certain amount of drama, a few mildly scary bits, and it looked amazing. There wasn’t a lot for the actors to really do — particularly not for Tom Cruise — but it wasn’t a waste of time, either.
It was hardly going to be one of my favorites, and it wasn’t Ridley Scott’s best work. Not even close! But it wasn’t awful, and that was good enough for tonight.
Besides, I was certain Darla was distracted. I was, too. This wasn’t one of those freshman-year movies where the movie didn’t matter in the least, but a really good movie might have been a bit lost in the anticipation of tonight.
The drive to the house was more anticipation. We avoided the subject of what might be on the agenda, talking about the movie instead. There wasn’t that much to say, but we pretty much covered everything we wanted.
When we got home, we pretty much headed right for the bedroom. Paige and Mel were in the living room, Paige having a snack and Mel using the Mac. Both of them waved to us, then blew kisses. Darla blushed, then giggled.
I wasn’t sure where Jas was right now, but I suspected she was already in our bedroom. If not, well ... I didn’t latch the door. The closet door was slightly ajar, but it often was, so ... maybe. Probably.
Once we were in, I pulled Darla into my arms, including a bit of a tug on her ponytail, and kissed her deeply. She molded herself to me immediately, kissing back eagerly — and even more eagerly when my hand found her ass and squeezed.
“Unnnngggh!” she groaned into my mouth, her tongue battling mine back and forth.
“Time to unwrap my present,” I said, after I broke the kiss.
Darla shivered a little and grinned.
“Not fighting you on that,” she said.
“You could. You’d still wind up naked,” I said, grinning.
That got her going. As she’d done at the Hilton, Darla almost resisted me. Not really, but enough to delay things.
I spotted an eye at the closet door. Darla couldn’t have seen it, though. Jas was being careful.
It took a bit, but I had Darla fully undressed before long. I sat in the chair and pulled her face down over my lap.
“Hey!” she said. “No fair!”
“Wolves aren’t always...” I said, then brought my hand down on her ass. “ ... fair.”
“Ow!”
My hand smacked twice more, and she groaned.
“Totally no fairrrrrrr!”
The fourth smack fell in the middle of ‘fair’, and the fifth got added before she finished the word.
“Ow! My poor ass!”
“It’s barely even pink, Little Red. Maybe I should call you Little Pink.”
She giggled a bit, wiggled her ass, then said, in a mock put-upon tone, “Well, if you have to!”
I popped her ass a few more times, not pulling the blows quite as much as I had. It worked — she sniffled, then groaned.
“Owwwww! Oh ... fuck!”
“Remember what we did a bit ago when I was spanking you, Little Red?”
“I ... have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, but her legs scooted apart.
“Don’t you?”
“Nope, no idea at alllllll!” she said, as my hand popped her pussy, and not as lightly as she might have expected.
“Ow!” she said, after.
“Does that remind you?”
“It doesssss!” she said, as I gave it a second smack. These weren’t hard, and she’d actually encouraged me to go harder last time, so I wasn’t worried.
“Ow! Ow ow ow!” she said. “Such a mean Wolf!”
“How can a tomboy stay tame without a bit of ... taming?” I said.
“Um ... you ... have a point?”
“I thought so,” I said, smacking her ass twice, then her pussy once.
“Ahhh!”
“I also have this,” I said, and wrapped a blindfold around her head.
“Um ... uh-oh?” she said. Then she groaned at two more pops on her ass.
That was enough. I only wanted things to get tingly, no more. There were two plans Jas and I had for Darla before the semester was over, and this would get to one of them. The other would likely prove to be more of a surprise to her.
I helped her to her feet, then to the bed, and bound her spread-eagled. Like before, I was nearly certain she could get free by herself if she really wanted to. These weren’t bonds she could really challenge and feel restrained by. That might be something she wanted one day, but this wasn’t the day.
Jas snuck out while I kissed Darla deeply. She was just wearing a bra and panties right now.
I trailed kisses down Darla’s body, all the way to her pussy, kneeling beside her. After that, I got up, then helped shift the bed enough as Jas crept between Darla’s legs and licked.
“Ahhhhhh!” Darla gasped, then moaned, tugging on the silk a bit. I stayed in place for now. It was entirely possible that Darla would get the message that this was a girl long before the blindfold came off, but that was fine. It wasn’t a secret, it was just a surprise.
Darla was quickly squirming, gasping, moaning, and then cumming. Jas was certainly quite well-practiced and enjoying showing off her skills. I’m not sure if she was better at eating pussy than I was, but she did have the advantage of intimate familiarity with the equipment.
That said, I would probably suck at sucking cock, not just because it wasn’t appealing but also because I had only the vaguest idea of how to do things that would feel good, even having my own intimate familiarity with the equipment. So ... not entirely unreasonable to expect that girls might not have all that much of an advantage.
As Darla hit her second orgasm, I shifted and moved up to the head of the bed. As she came down, I leaned over and kissed her deeply.
At first, she just kissed back. Then it hit her. She mumbled something — I think, “Oh, God!” — into the kiss, then lost herself in another orgasm.
When she came down from that one, she panted out, “Fuck ... fuck ... fuckkkkkk! Too ... too much!”
Jas lifted her mouth, then scooted around and kissed Darla, who kissed right back without any hesitation at all.
After the kiss, Jas removed the blindfold. Darla giggled a bit, blinking, and said, “Um ... Hi, Ms. Wolf.”
“And hello, Little Red,” Jas said. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Um ... sooooo ... surprisingly much so far, though I guess I shouldn’t be at all surprised,” she said, giggling a bit more.
“I have two options for you, Little Red. I’m going to whisper them into your ear.”
“Uh-oh?” Darla said, still giggling.
Jas whispered, and Darla’s face went a bit redder.