Chapter 61: Encore Performance

Tuesday, December 10, 1985

Angie was pleased to tell me she’d had no nightmares of any kind. I hadn’t either.

I felt fairly certain that the universe wasn’t out to get us. ‘Groundhog Day’ had to count as ‘out to get us.’ One day? Mayyyyybe. Lifetimes? Dear God, what mortal mind could take that? If it happened, we would be in a Faustian nightmare. This would be hell, nor would we be out of it.

Once thought of, it could not be entirely unthought. It was, though, a worry for another time. Or, perhaps, another lifetime, one I fervently hoped would never occur.

We had a very pleasant mid-day diversion. One that, fortunately, our schedules allowed for. One of the Aggie clubs was doing a Christmas-themed photo shoot, complete with people dressed up as Christmas elves. The parents would go nuts, so we put on our finery (pretty much, the same outfits we’d worn to the Hilton on Saturday night) and headed over there.

We got a lot of looks crossing campus. A guy in a full kilt, a girl in an ao dai, then two girls in skirts that matched the kilt? Mel and Cammie might have blended in, but the rest of us definitely stood out, and they stood out for being with us.

The whole thing was fun, and we took quite a few photos. We could review the prints on Friday, order reprints, and pick them up on Monday.

We would want quite a few reprints!

We stopped at the Hullabaloo Cafe on the way back. Amethyst loved our outfits even more than I’d hoped she would. She didn’t ask me to wear my kilt on our next date, but I could see some wheels spinning. Perhaps it would be a request for another time.

She was very enthusiastic about Thursday but had little in mind about what to do. Well ... for one part of the date. She didn’t say it, but I could also see some wheels spinning there. Spending some private time together with me was definitely on her agenda.

My first set of reports from P.C.’s Limited arrived. I set it aside once I got home, then flipped through it mid-evening. It had everything I thought I wanted, but I might not know what I was missing until something highlighted that.

Given the timing, I likely wouldn’t see another set until well into January. They would pile up, though, and I could check them over when I got back. If there was a crisis, Michael knew how to page me. I doubted he would need to, but you never know.

Not unexpectedly, Paige was flirty all day. That wasn’t all that unusual, but this was more. We had a good time teasing each other, and I know Angie whispered a few things to her that got her even more fired up. Jas, too.

Around nine — a bit early, but I thought we might need some time — I caught Paige’s eye and nodded toward Jas’s and my bedroom.

She grinned and nodded.

I got up, stretched, and said, “Well, I’m tired. Shall we?” while offering a hand to Paige.

“We shall, indeed,” Paige said.

Cammie and Mel giggled a bit.

“This is still weird, but it feels right,” Cammie said. “Heck, maybe it’s weird because it feels right. You four are just ... too cute for words sometimes.”

“I still can’t believe everyone’s on the same page anywhere near as consistently as you are,” Mel said, “But I’m overjoyed that you are.”

“Us, too!” Jas said, with the rest of us nodding and agreeing.

Paige grinned and took a little bow, then scooted off with me.

Once inside the bedroom, door closed, she turned and plastered herself to me.

“So...” she said, arms going around my neck, “You wanted something.”

I put one hand on the back of her head and the other on her ass.

“I seem to have something.”

She grinned and pressed her ass back against my hand.

“Oh, you’ve got me! No worries there. I love you, and I’m all yours tonight.”

“I love you, too, Paige Seiler.”

She blushed, dimpled, and kissed me.

“Who knew, when I fell for Angie, I was really settling into your orbit, too? And Jasmine’s? One person I really wanted for a long time and thought I might have missed some serious opportunities with, another I loved for years but couldn’t make something long-term really work with? And now I’ve got something long-term with both of you wonderful people!”

“And we have something long-term with both of you.”

She giggled.

“It would take an act of war for you to get rid of Angie, so it’s just me you’ve picked up.”

“‘Just you’ is quite a prize.”

“Well, you’ve got me!” she said, wiggling her ass a bit more.

“So...” I said. “Do you have any requests for tonight?”

“Actuallllllly...” she said, grinning as she stretched the word out. “I totally do. I don’t know all of the details, but I know a fair bit, and ... I wanna be Darla.”

“Oh?” I said.

“Start from you dragging her into the hotel room, maybe. It sounded super-hot, all the way through, and...”

She paused, lowered her eyes, then raised them again.

“Not just super-hot. Super-emotional. In ways I think I would respond to. It won’t even be close to the same, ‘cuz I’m not Darla and I’m not going to be playing the ‘What would Darla do?’ game. I’m going to be all me, just ... doing the same stuff, more or less, and seeing what buttons it pushes and how I feel.”

“That sounds great, if it’s what you want.”

“I’ve been thinking about it since I heard about it,” she said. “Yes, it’s what I want. Oh, and I know about grandmas and baskets. I seriously doubt I’ll need either, but I know where to get help if I need it.”

“That’s good,” I said, chuckling a bit.

“So ... how do we...?”

“Well ... first. The same thing in reverse, kinda. You’re Paige, not Darla. The broad strokes are the same, but I’m not thinking of you as faux-Darla.”

“I figured, but it helps to be clear,” she said. “Good!”

“With that ... well. I started out manhandling Darla here. I could do that, but ... well, the difference between you holding back and her holding back is fairly big. She could hurt me, but you’re tougher.”

“I am fierce!” she said, growling playfully. “Yeah ... trying to undress me without, like, handcuffs or something — if I was struggling, I’d make you pay for it.”

“We’ll try it, but ... yeah. And that’ll change the emotions, but...”

“It’s good,” she said. “We’re just having fun.”

“Let’s hit the bathroom first,” I said. “Nothing to interrupt later.”

“Good idea!”

We did, then wound up in nearly the same position near the door. I caught her wrists and started tugging at her shirt. She struggled, but was clearly intending to lose. There was a fair bit of giggling and cursing, too.

Even with her playing to lose, it probably took about as much time to get her naked as it did with Darla, but I did. Then I bunched up her hair, tugged her over to the bed, and pulled her over my lap.

“Oooh!” Paige said, wiggling her ass. “I’m guessing Darla was a bit more ‘No, no, please don’t!’”

“So...” I said. “I would normally never comment, but...”

“We’ve heard everything.”

“So ... yes.”

She giggled, then yelped when my hand smacked down on her ass.

“Oww!”

I started spanking her, both a little faster and a little harder than Darla. Paige wasn’t Darla. She could take it, and she would want it a bit rougher. I really needed Darla to not be sore when she wound up on her ass in bed. Paige was entirely different, and her ass stinging a bit would be a positive.

I paused often to tease and taunt her. She seemed to appreciate that, in an ‘I’ll get you, you mean awful fucker!’ sort of way.

Eventually, something gave in Paige (as I’d hoped it would — and I was nearly certain she’d been aiming for the same thing) and she let out a sob, then another, and then a third.

That was my signal to let up. I helped her up into my lap and wrapped her up in a blanket.

She looked up at me, blinking away a few tears, and said, “Fuck! N ... next time we can go a little longer, but ... damn! That was really good.”

“I might have, but I was trying to stick with the plan.”

“Oh, I get it! You got me right to the point where the hurt swamped out my ‘I’m gonna kill you for hurting me!’ instinct. Which is the point. I mean ... duh! And this...”

She wiggled around under the covers.

“Fuck! This is ... like ... okayyyyy! I get it. It’s like super-sexist or something, but in a really good way. I mean, the surprise was totally spoiled for me, but I still get it. For her? Realizing you’re completely naked and in a fully clothed guy’s lap, held and helpless? Damn! Seriously...”

She paused, bit her lip, and said, “If the wrong guy had figured this idea out, I’d have been screwed. Literally and figuratively! I mean, back in the day. Now, I think I’d gouge anyone’s eyes out if it wasn’t you. But this would’ve done a number on Old Paige.”

“Interesting,” I said. “We’re all agreed, though. New Paige is way better.”

“Oh, New Paige kicks Old Paige’s ass up, down, and sideways,” she said, giggling. “I’m a totally better person this way. In every way, too. At one point I thought I was going to miss my wild-oats-sowing craziness, but totally no. And, heck, I could go back to it if I wanted. Ang would cheer me on. But really feeling connected to someone and knowing they’ll love you in the morning? And in the morning a year from now? A decade from now? Yeah ... I need that.”

“I can’t completely know what Darla will think in a year...” I said.

“Pshaw! Who’s the last girl who didn’t like you once you broke up?”

“My ex-wife.”

“Which is my point. That wasn’t you. That was pre-you. You are safe until proven otherwise,” she said, grinning.

“I ... think that works.”

“Okay! Back to our regularly scheduled entertainment. There’s this lumpy thing pressing against my butt and it’s super-distracting. What next?”

I chuckled and said, “Next, we get out from under that blanket and ... well, I’ll show you.”

I helped her up and out, then dragged her down to her knees by her hair, then had her get my lower half uncovered and gave her directions on the next part of the plan.

Her “Heck, yay!” wasn’t in Darla’s script, but this wasn’t Darla. Paige grinned up at me the whole time, and went after her own pussy with a passion once I suggested it. I was pretty sure she came at least twice before I did, plus one with me. She was happy, enthusiastic, and eager for more.

The first time I said, “Good girl,” to her, she put on a glare and very lightly used her teeth. The second time got a little growl. The third got a curious look. By the fourth, she looked rather happy about it, especially when I stroked her hair a little.

Our kiss after was hot, somewhat off taste or not, and she was grinning when we separated.

“Okay, soooooo, yum!” she said, giggling. “By which I mean ... emotionally yum. Which is the only way anyone should be judging the taste of guys’ cum.”

I chuckled at that.

She grinned and said, “It amuses me to think that, maybe, some girls actually like it. I mean, just as a taste. As something they’d, like, seek out for itself when it wasn’t straight from the source.”

“I ... don’t know.”

“That would be one lucky guy, though! Or ... heck, maybe not. It’s probably much better if she loves it because it’s so fucking emotionally satisfying to gobble down your cum and think of it becoming part of me. I heard that and it blew my mind in a good way. Now I can’t unthink it. Same with Ang — I think of a little bit of her literally becoming part of me and it’s like...”

She put her hands on the side of her head and made a mind-blowing motion with them.

“So good!”

“I’m glad,” I said.

“It’s brilliant. And ... um. Yeah. So. That other thing.”

“‘Good girl?’”

She grinned.

“Yeah. That. The first time really hit me wrong. Then it sunk in. From a guy’s perspective ... I mean, duh. I’m sucking your cock! Of course, I’m a good girl! But ... I wanted to suck your cock, and I was having a hell of a time doing it. Why shouldn’t I be a good girl? You’re happy, I’m happy, you’re praising me for making you happy, I’m happy you’re praising me...”

“That all makes sense.”

“It’s kinda ... well ... I don’t need a man to validate me. Or a girl, for that matter. Jas doesn’t, either, but she’s got one on the hook to do it anyway. But ... I mean, sucking a cock. Who else can say I’m doing terrific at it but the guy attached to it? I have no idea how it feels to you. Well, I probably have an idea, but I bet it’s really seriously wrong. I’m pretty damn familiar with how having my pussy licked or fucked feels, but putting it in words? That would make sense to a guy? Even if you had tried having your ass fucked, it’s not comparable. Plus, it’s easy to find two girls who perceive it radically differently. And ... I doubt cocks feel like pussies when someone’s mouth is on them. So ... yeah. Vive la différence and all of that. If I didn’t like you, I’d bite, but if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t have my mouth there anyway. Try it in class and you get slapped. In bed? I think I could really get into it,” she said.

“Which is where Darla is.”

“Nah. Darla is way over on the far side of that. It’s a big thing for her, right now. But ... there’s a difference. I’m mentally in the space of saying, ‘This is awesome, I love making Steve happy, it’s fun doing this for him.’ Darla is much closer to saying, ‘This is awesome. I’m Steve’s, he caught me, and I love pleasing him and being a good girl for him.’ There’s a lot of handwaving about Big Bad Wolves — good, and you both need it — but it boils down to that. It’s possessive with her, and she wants to be possessed.”

“Something I would have been really uncomfortable with not that long ago,” I said.

“Yeah, and ... maybe you’re only comfortable with it because you have to let her go,” she said, nodding. “But maybe you’re comfortable because it’s not exactly ‘you’ or ‘her’, it’s ‘Big Bad Wolf’ and ‘Little Red’. Like ... I think ... hypothetically ... if I got into things the Darla way, I bet we would find ourselves getting into a possessive mindset and just going with it. Angie wouldn’t care. Jas wouldn’t care. I don’t see me doing that, but I do think some more ‘good girls’ will do me some good.”

“You will have to earn them,” I said, grinning.

“Jerk!” she said. “By which I mean, ‘I will do my best to earn them.’”

“Both can be true.”

“Both are true. The second is more true. And ... with that thought in mind ... what next on my path to earning them?”

“Now ... we get to skip a step,” I said.

“Goodie! I fucking hate condoms. Jas and Angie are so nice for letting us skip them!”

“I think they figure that ... well, first, pretty much I know who you’ve been with...”

She giggled at that.

“And you pretty much know who I’ve been with...”

She grinned and nodded.

“And they both definitely know who both of us have been with.”