Variation on a Theme, Book 6
Copyright© 2024 by Grey Wolf
Chapter 78: Who Deserves What
Tuesday, January 7, 1986
We spent much of the day enjoying the lower-difficulty trails — both ones we’d already tried and some we hadn’t. We actually wiped out more today, but everyone knew how to fall and it just made for laughter (and the occasional awkward attempt to get back up), not injuries.
Skiing burns a lot of calories. Meals were hearty, and we had a great time talking and catching up.
Jess had ideas. That hardly surprised me. She was the sort of person who would. Perhaps some sort of historical drama, if she got lucky to find the right part? A rom-com or two? Something where she played a professional?
She wanted to diversify her roles as quickly as possible, and had plans to do so. ‘After School Special’ (or whatever that disaster had been called — I might have forgotten) would have probably been a major misstep, but we all knew it would be hard to turn down that first starring role when it came.
Well, if it came, but we all felt that it was just a matter of time. She had too much going for her.
Jas pulled me aside briefly at the bottom of a slope. We were the last two down, and the other three were already making their way to the lifts. We did, too, but slower, so she could talk.
“Two things, really quick,” she said. “Don’t want Jess to realize I told you.”
“Surprises,” I said, chuckling.
“First: we had a serious talk about it. Long story short: she has a latex waiver.”
“Interesting,” I said.
She giggled.
“I know that’s better for you. Believe me, it’s better for us, too!”
“I believe that. Too many testimonials.”
“Second: I’m pretty certain that what works on me and Paige will go over very well. And ... well. There’s an obvious connection.”
“There is,” I said, chuckling.
“Not sure what will happen or when, but rock her world.”
“I will do my best!”
“Love you, fiancé!”
“Love you, fiancée!”
We picked up the acting conversation in the hot tub, with Angie and me obliquely referring to various options coming up. Very obliquely, really, since we weren’t mentioning directors, stars, or specific plots. For better or worse, it turned into ‘Well, there are rom-coms, historical dramas, regular comedies, action movies, and more all coming up.’
Duh.
All of that brought up the elephant in the room. Unless a movie was truly career-defining for someone, and unless we felt like that other actress truly deserved the role at a bedrock level, what point was there in warning Jess off of it? This universe wasn’t either of ours. Jess was ‘from here.’ She ‘deserved’ things at the same level anyone else did. Jas, Paige, and Jess again insisted Angie and I were truly also ‘from here,’ because we hadn’t asked to be here and had no way of being anywhere else. Any success we made for ourselves, fairly and ethically, was ours.
That meant letting go, for the most part. I thought we might still warn her about something like ‘Pretty Woman’. As good as Jess was, Julia Roberts ‘deserved’ that role. Jess was already warning herself off any romantic lead role in a Michael J. Fox movie until he found a wife. Angie and I added to that by being pretty sure he and his wife-to-be had starred together in a movie we weren’t going to name.
Meg Ryan might have ‘deserved’ a couple of her roles, too, and the list went on beyond that. And — not that it would have suited Jess, though she could have knocked it out of the park — ‘The Silence of the Lambs’ was out, for instance. How could you displace Jodie Foster? So were ‘Beetlejuice’ and ‘Heathers’. Winona Ryder deserved those.
Not that we got specific, but, broadly, we put up some metaphorical caution tape over high school dark comedies, horror comedies, thrillers, and (a bit more specific, obviously) rom-coms playing a hooker. Just ‘rom-coms’ was too broad, so we mostly hoped Meg would be fine.
The point was: Jess just needed to make her own decisions and ask us only if she was concerned about ‘displacing’ someone. The problem we were all seeing was simple: suppose Jess auditioned in good faith and got a role, only to find out we had second thoughts. Withdrawing might hurt her, and it also might not mean the ‘original’ actress would get the part.
Heck, even Jess not auditioning for a role might not result in the original results. It was a different universe. For all we knew, some of those people might not exist. Jodie Foster did, certainly. Did Winona Ryder? How would we know? Meg Ryan existed, but we couldn’t even be sure Tracy Pollan did. Maybe if we’d watched ‘Family Ties’ more than the time Jess was on we would know, but we hadn’t.
Not only that, but Jess merely being in Hollywood changed things. What if a director saw her in something else, said ‘I want her!’, and Jess declined to audition. Would the director move on to the actress we ‘knew,’ or would they look for someone who looked as much like Jess as possible?
The usual intractable problems of ‘future knowledge’: we knew less than we thought we did, sometimes, and our presence and the resulting ripples muddied the water even further. It still felt like the big picture was the same, but was it? Or had we already squashed some essential butterflies, resulting in enormous changes we would find out about in due time?
Would some of the movies we were worried about even exist? How could we know? Some of them were good enough that we might perhaps try to write them after their due date was long past. Some, we had no hope of writing.
Hard to believe many people got into discussions like this while naked in a hot tub with people they loved and lusted after, but maybe they did. We did, anyway.
The naked, amazingly adorable cheerleader wiggled herself between Jas and me tonight.
“Miss me?” she said.
“We survived last night,” Jas said, grinning. “But we wouldn’t want to miss you too many nights.”
“Sharing is very good, though,” I said.
“It is!” Jess said. “And I’d like to do some sharing, if you two feel like.”
Jas and I grinned and groped Jess just a bit.
“I think we very much feel like it,” Jas said, lightly pinching a boob.
“It feels wonderful,” I said, giving her thigh a little squeeze.
“Oooh!”
Angie and Paige looked at each other.
“I guess we’ll just have to make love to each other, wife-to-be,” Angie said.
“How tragic, wife-to-be,” Paige said, giggling.
“Sugar ... overdose...” Jess said, grinning.
“You missed us calling each other ‘fiancée’ earlier,” I said.
“Dying ... insulin ... stat!”
With everyone laughing, we got out of the tub, dried off, hugged, and went our separate ways.
Once in the bedroom, Jas and I trapped Jess between us, me behind her and Jas facing her.
“Thanks,” Jas said.
“For ... letting you give me a semester’s worth of orgasms?” Jess said, giggling. “That probably goes the other way!”
“No,” Jas said. “For being you. For being the wonderful person you are. And for jumping into drama and not being drama. For being the Jess we love.”
“I seem to recall having said something about sugar overdoses,” Jess said, but her eyes were a trifle wet.
“We know it’s just as big for you,” I said, hugging her from behind. “But it’s big for us. Not because you’re Jess Lively, best cheerleader ever, top of the popularity charts, future mega-star, but because you’re Jess Lively, great person and wonderful friend.”
“Though, honestly, that first part ... yeah, the hot mega-star part isn’t why you’re here, or know the big secret, but ... good lord, the fantasies that I thought would never, ever come true that have!” Jas said, grinning.
Jess giggled and blushed.
“Happy to help!” she said.
“Now, about those orgasms...” I said.
“Yes, please!” Jess said, wiggling her butt against me.
We guided Jess to the bed. Once she was on her back, I scooted between her legs, with Jas cuddling up, arms around her, alternating kisses, nibbles on her neck, and little licks at her tits.
My tongue flicked over Jess’s pussy, collecting her tasty wetness and savoring it. It was still my experience that every girl tasted a little different, but — so far — I would happily dive into any of them. Jess was wonderful, and I was more than happy to eat my fill.
Before we were done with this round, two of my fingers joined the fun, pushing her over the edge several times and leaving her paradoxically both pampered with orgasms and desperate for more.
“Ungh!” she said, as I moved up to kiss her. “I do taste good!”
“Very yummy!” I said.
“I’ll want another taste later,” Jas said, whispering into Jess’s ear.
“No ... objections...” Jess said, squirming. After a few wiggles, one of them made her aware of my cock, and she said, “What do we have here?”
“Something that’s cold and lonely and needs to get warm and friendly,” I said.
“Oooh! I know the perfect place!” Jess said, giggling.
I shifted, and suddenly was inside her.
“Ah! I ... yes!” she said.
Then her eyes flew open. I wasn’t sure if it was acting, honest, or maybe both. Jess operated at multiple levels, after all, and it could have been both.
“Steve! Steeeeeve! I ... you didn’t...!”
“Ooops,” I said. “Well...”
I picked up speed.
“Too late now.”
“I ... but...” she said, squirming.
“Worried about your little, flat, cheerleader tummy getting all big and round?” Jas purred into Jess’s ear.
“I ... aiieee!” Jess said, not quite cumming but clearly having her buttons very well pushed.
“Wondering when I’ll let go? Flooding you with little swimmers chasing down your egg?” I said, looking into her eyes.
“OhmyGod!” Jess cried, this time going into a shaking, full-body orgasm.
When she came back, she said, “It’s ... not ... you ... could...”
“Precum is dangerous,” I said. “Your goose might already be a little cooked, Miss Lively.”
“Unnnnnngh!”
“But we’ll just make sure of things...”
“Naaaaaah!”
I sped up, taking her. Jess pretended to struggle, just a bit, so Jas captured her arms and whispered into her ear, “Too late. Relax, let it happen. You know you want it.”
“I ... I... fuck!” she cried, exploding again.
I did my best to pace myself, though it was getting quite hard. As soon as I thought she could focus, I said, “The other Jess, the other Steve, they did this. But he wouldn’t give her a baby. I am not so stingy.”
“Oh ... my... fucking ... God!” she panted out.
I pressed down, filling her.
“I ... oh, fuck, that feels differenttttttt!” she said, not going over the edge but reveling in the sensations.
Afterward, I put a fair bit of weight on her and said, “Maybe we shouldn’t let her go anywhere. You know ... make sure everything has time?”
Jas grinned.
“Oh, no, I have a different idea entirely!”
She whispered it to me, and I agreed. It was a very good idea.
We shifted around, me holding Jess in my arms, looking into her eyes, while Jas moved between her legs.
“I’ll see if I can clean up some of the ... damage,” Jas said, licking her lips. “But only if Steve gets a second chance to fill you right back up.”
“Oh!” Jess moaned. “Yes! God, Yes!”
Jas buried her tongue in Jess, licking, slurping, and nuzzling, while I stroked her hair, kissed her, and held her. Jess was very eager in kissing back and hugging me.
“That ... is ... sooooo fucking good!” Jess moaned between kisses.
“Tasty, too!” Jas said. “You should taste!”
She slid her fingers deep into Jess, drew them out, then brought them to Jess’s lips.
“Oh! Oh ... I...”
“If you’re a really good girl, I might let you do the same after Steve fills me,” Jas said.
“Oh! I ... yes!” Jess said, wriggling.
Plans shifted a bit, and ... well. My second time was a blast for Jas, while my third time was the charm for Jess. It was good they were worn out, because I was pretty much dead. I had no idea if that third time would even have had a chance at getting anything going inside Jess’s uterus even if she hadn’t been protected, considering.
It did occur to me that Jas hadn’t said Jess was protected, but she had been in the past, and I figured that was the meaning. If this was real, she would have said something.
That, and Jess had plans. A baby would hugely derail them.
But, still ... I could go to sleep with my hands around each tummy and imagine a couple of new amazing lives just starting out. That was a pretty wonderful thought!
Wednesday, January 8, 1986
While getting up in the morning, Jess confirmed she had both an IUD and the pill. She said, “It’s doubly good for me. We ... talked about ... stuff. Before. If anything ... happens ... and I don’t slap the fuck out of whoever makes an offer like that, I don’t want to be at the mercy of a condom. Before you say it, relax! Nothing has happened and I increasingly think it probably won’t. But ... yeah. I think, in this business, I’m just going to make sure of things myself until I’m thoroughly menopausal.”
“Sucks,” Jas said. “Really does! This shouldn’t even be a conversation.”
“It’s life,” Jess said. “Give some people power, and they’ll use it to get girls. Not force, but ... quid pro quo.”
“Sometimes force,” I said. “Not always physical. Drugs, for one. Be careful out there.”
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