Variation on a Theme, Book 6
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Chapter 136: More of Some Good Things
Wednesday, May 7, 1986
Amy and I passed on this week’s Cepheid Variable movie, ‘Rollerball’. It was a classic, but a very violent one. Amy wasn’t hugely opposed to violence in movies, and I suspected she would like some other violent movies I could name, but ‘Rollerball’ was out, and I was fine with that.
Instead, after checking with Darla, we swapped days this week. Darla and I would do ... something ... tomorrow. Not ‘Rollerball’, and probably not a movie at all, but something. Amy and I (and maybe Jas) would see ‘Short Circuit’ on Friday. A sci-fi comedy seemed like a much better fit, and I remembered really liking ‘Short Circuit’ back in the day. It had been roughly thirty years since I’d last seen it, so I wouldn’t remember much of it.
Thursday, May 8, 1986
I spent the day figuring out what to do with Darla (or, perhaps, to her). There were still things we hadn’t done, and I wanted to cross at least a few of them off the list. How many was still very much an open question.
Eventually, I talked to Jas about it, and we decided not to gang up on poor Darla again. We would put that off until next week. It probably couldn’t wait past then.
Instead, tonight might largely be a repeat, but necessary to get ready for next week’s plan to work. And I wanted it to work, so ... repeat away! We were using the second-floor apartment, and there would be no sleepover. We would likely have another sleepover, but not tomorrow night. Likely not over the summer, either, though it was possible. Darla might use one of several excuses to take an overnight trip to College Station, and that could allow us to get up to mischief.
Neither of us was interested in any of the current movie choices. Instead, I was stepping up the dinner part of the evening. I didn’t warn Darla, though. I’d found recommendations for a steak place in Navasota that sounded interesting. It was nearly half an hour south of College Station, right along the route to Houston, so Darla wouldn’t guess where we were going.
After a bit, she expressed some skepticism about how far away from campus we were getting. Once we arrived, she liked the look of the place, though. I did, too. It turned out their food was even better. I would definitely visit again!
We had a pleasant dinner with very little teasing. Instead, we talked more about our summer plans. Darla wasn’t in the loop for ‘60 Minutes’, and this wasn’t the time to mention it, but we talked about the Berkshire Hathaway annual meeting, the Amnesty International concert (which Darla could hopefully watch on TV), the Marshall family trip, and the potential Nguyen family trip. Angie and Paige would be on the Seiler family trip from May 24th to the 31st. They had rings to show off, after all!
Darla had a bit of news about Hank. They were going out tomorrow. Dinner, and quite possibly a movie, but nothing more. That was the plan, anyway. Even if it was an absolute home run of a date, there would be no home runs, nor anything past first base. They needed time to grow into a relationship, not dive in headfirst. Or, at least, that was the agreement as of now.
I wished them well, of course. If there were a major breakthrough, I could step back immediately and be fine. Hank would have a lot of trouble stepping forward over the summer, though, and we all agreed that Darla might need someone over the summer.
She was looking forward to summer school, too. None of us were trying to graduate early, but summer school meant both extra time for electives and less hanging around the house. Win-win, in my opinion!
Of course, our solution was to simply not hang around the house during the summer and take a full to slightly overly full course load during the fall and spring semesters. But that was different and wouldn’t work for a lot of people. For one thing, not many people had the travel resources we had.
The relatively long drive back to the house allowed us to tease a bit more. I confirmed that we weren’t doing anything particularly new, but might add some things to something we’d already done. Meanwhile, Darla confirmed that she was very horny and eager to do nearly anything, including things we’d already done.
That actually gave me an idea, one that involved me taking a turn I would not normally have taken and parking in a fairly secluded area. When I stopped the car, I grinned, grabbed Darla’s ponytail, and said, “Guess what?”
“Um...” she said, blushing. “You...”
“Nothing new, except ... you know. Location. And not even that, so much as...”
“Timing,” Darla said, giggling and blushing.
“Time to be a good girl,” I said. “Your Wolf needs some attention.”
I wasn’t sure if I’d needed to press Darla’s buttons that way, but it worked. She had my cock in her mouth within a minute, and had a mouthful of what she’d been after within five, even with me reminding her that good little girls play with themselves while taking care of their wolves.
She showed off, swallowed, cleaned me up, then tucked me back in — all without stopping what her hand was doing.
“Think you can keep that up until we get to the house?” I said.
“Eeep!” she said, giggling. “Um ... yes ... but...”
“Worried about ... say ... drivers in pickups?”
She giggled a bit more.
“Oh, just a bit.”
“Well ... let’s see how that goes.”
“Eeep!”
There were, fortunately, no pickups. In a future time, there would likely have been pickups and SUVs galore, but not nearly so many in 1986. Thus, we got home unscathed.
When we got home, Darla grinned a bit and said, “I ... um, I’ll need to stop to walk into the house.”
“That’s a good excuse,” I said, nodding. “Do make sure to lick off your fingers.”
“Meanie!” she said, but did, and grinned while doing it.
We walked in together. Angie and Paige were in the living room and teased her a bit, but not particularly much. It was all very expected at this point, anyway.
Once we were in the spare apartment, I pulled Darla into my arms and kissed her. She returned that very eagerly, as I’d expected.
She might have expected the next part, too. I undressed her and pulled her over my lap, giving her perhaps the hardest spanking since December. Not quite as hard as that one, but I wanted this one to stick with her a bit.
She protested plenty, but it was very good-natured, and there was no mention of grandmas or baskets. Not that I’d expected any, but remembering the possibility was always a good thing. And she was about the level of red I was expecting about winding up naked in my lap — fairly, but not badly.
After a bit of cuddling, I helped her up, then let her undress me. Once I was naked, I gave her a swat on her butt, let her help me with a condom, then sent her to the bed. I was definitely not pounding her this time, but it wasn’t entirely sweet and soft, either. Somewhere in the middle, which suited both of us.
When we finished, I stayed on top of her for a bit, grinned, then shifted, putting the condom away.
“We won’t need one for the next time,” I said, winking.
“I ... oh!” she said, blushing. “Um ... that?”
She wiggled her ass a bit.
“That,” I said.
“‘Oh!’ again! I ... well, even if I wasn’t game for it, I’d be game for it, if that makes sense. But I am, so ... yeah.”
“I figured we needed another try.”
“We do! That’s true!” she said.
As before, we did a fair bit of preparing first. Making sure she was well-lubed, relaxed, and very horny was a pretty enjoyable process. Before too long, she was on her hands and knees and wiggling her ass at me.
“Ready, I think,” she said, grinning at me over her shoulder.
“You want this, don’t you?” I said, moving behind her.
“I do! It’s naughty, but ... yeah. I’m pretty naughty sometimes,” she said, wiggling her ass again.
“Yes, you are. A good thing all around, I think.”
“Me, too!” she said.
“Maybe shift one hand, if you can. I think your pussy will appreciate it.”
“I’ll do my best. Might have to drop the other one, but ... that still works,” she said, giggling.
I teased her ass with my cock, then pressed in. It was still a bit of work, but we’d learned a lot last time. Before long, I was taking her ass, not all that gently, and playing with her ponytail, pretending to use it as leverage to take her harder.
“Fuck! Oh... God!” she cried out, hand very busy playing with her pussy. Before long, she dropped her front, ass up, head and breasts pressing against the bed. Very shortly after that, she shuddered and came, hard enough that it was a struggle for me not to follow her over the edge.
I didn’t, though, so I kept going.
“Oh ... that was ... sooooo good!” she said, panting hard. “I ... want to ... feel you now!”
“Working on it.”
“Please! Please cum in my ass!”
That proved hard enough to resist that I didn’t, letting go instead.
She only managed to cry out, “I...!” before cumming as well.
I wound up with her trapped under me, still inside her.
“Oh ... fuck ... heavy,” she said, giggling. “It’s good. Just ... heavy.”
“We’ll move in a minute,” I said.
“No hurry!”
When we moved, it was off to the shower. We both needed to get clean, and we did.
I wound up with her in my lap, both of us still naked, a blanket over us.
“That was fun!” she said, giggling. “I got you everywhere! Which is sort of perfect. Like ... not every night, because that’s just ... it turns things into just checking boxes. But it’s still pretty much perfect.”
“I can see that,” I said. “Meaning both sides of it.”
“And we did something new! And I liked it! Which is likely a problem for me in terms of future embarrassment, but ... well. I’ll live with the consequences.”
I chuckled and squeezed her.
“Or not. If it’s too much...”
“Oh, I know. You would stop. Mister Right would, too. Maybe he’s in the picture already. Too early to tell, but maybe.”
“I hope he is, really. Hank seems like a good guy. But that’s just one step removed from ‘I hope you meet the right guy.’ It’s up to you and him, and you need to be picky.”
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