Variation on a Theme, Book 6
Copyright© 2024 by Grey Wolf
Chapter 95: Birthday Suits
Tuesday, February 11, 1986
When Darla emerged from her dorm room, she was her usual very cute self, wearing a green blouse, knee-length khaki skirt, knee socks, flats, and the ponytail holder I’d given her.
I gave her the flowers, chocolates, and card. She insisted on opening the card. Fortunately, she absolutely loved it, which didn’t surprise me but made me happy. She put everything in her dorm room before we left.
Once her gifts were put away, we kissed, a warm but dorm-hall-appropriate kiss. I gave her just the slightest wolf growl as we broke it. She giggled, took my hand, and we were off.
Dinner was very enjoyable. We’d had so many serious conversations over the past few months that it was nice to just enjoy the meal, hold hands part of the time, and talk about friends, classes, and other lighter things. There would be additional serious conversations, new things, and additional wolf attacks, but this was much more about being a couple on what was, most likely, the only Valentine’s date we would have as a couple.
Never say never. Perhaps her guy would share, and perhaps some of that sharing would happen during Valentine’s. It could happen. Things were more in flux than I had anticipated, but that was good. As with business, never simply assume you know what’s going to happen until it happens. Jas and I were pretty sure we couldn’t keep Darla, but how can you know until Mr. Right actually turns up?
As things were, I couldn’t see easily letting her go without Mr. Right being in the picture. Not entirely, anyway. The flip side of Darla having gotten what she needed was that she was now a bit spoiled. Flipping the analogy on its head (and trying not to call Darla a cow, because she was anything but), she wasn’t going to be happy if she had to keep all of her milk to herself. Given away or bought, some milk needed to be dispensed!
Darla on the loose would be Darla slowly edging towards settling, and settling was not a good idea. It would be much easier to watch over her than rescue her from a truly bad wolf. We had already had that discussion about Lynn, long ago. However bad Lynn’s wolf had been, a bad wolf preying on Darla might be much worse.
How do you save someone from a bad wolf they’ve chosen, though? My solution with Max was unlikely to work on adults.
After dinner, we briefly discussed what to do next. Darla was clear: letting the Wolf decide was her plan.
The Wolf decided to take her back to the house and upstairs to the spare apartment. That greatly met with Darla’s approval, judging from the smile on her face and the flirting during the drive.
There was minimal teasing, but not none. Cammie said, “Enjoy your ... hearts and flowers!”
Mel said, “Or what usually happens after that part of the date!”
Darla giggled, wiggled her ass at that, and said, “Oh, I plan to!”
“Damn!” Cammie said. “Would’ve totally gotten her, back in the day.”
“I’m a big girl now!” Darla said.
“Still very cute and svelte,” I said.
Cammie mimed gagging, but Mel said, “And we wonder why he gets almost all the girls.”
“Almost!” Cammie said, giggling a bit and nodding.
Once we were in the apartment, door locked, I pulled Darla close and kissed her.
“Time to unwrap my Valentine’s present,” I said, grinning.
“Oh, Mr. Wolf! By all means!” she said.
I gently disrobed her, then let her do the same for me. Then I pulled her to the bed, where we managed a silly, fun, and ultimately rewarding round of 69. Darla giggled off and on through it, clearly having a great time. The giggles just helped the mood as far as I was concerned.
After that, and Darla putting the proper attire on my cock, I moved over her, then gently made love to her, concentrating on holding back myself and seeing how much pleasure she could find. The answer was ‘quite a lot.’
That felt like the script for this week. A week of love meant a week of lovemaking. True, pounding Jas, Paige, or Darla was also making love to them, but sometimes slow and gentle was the way, and this was one of those times.
We didn’t try for an encore. Once was perfect. We just snuggled and talked a bit.
We briefly touched on the rest of the semester, with Darla saying, “It’s weird. We’ve been in class for only a bit over two weeks, and somehow it feels like ... well, it’s three months from now to finals, which probably means our ... distancing ourselves. I’m a little nervous.”
“I was thinking about that,” I said, holding her in my arms and stroking her hair. “Mr. Right is a priority, and you have to look in earnest. But just leaving you out there on your own...”
I shook my head and said, “That’s not what a good Big Bad Wolf would do. We have to back off, but we can’t expect you to go from everything to nothing and not get very horny along the way. The sort of horny that can cloud Little Red’s judgment.”
She blushed a bit, but nodded quickly.
“I like that. It’s ... still borrowing me, but less of me. Maybe it’s weird that I’m thinking maybe an occasional ... hook-up ... will work, but ... I think it might.”
“It’ll never just be a hook-up. I love you. I can’t keep you, and you don’t want me to, but I’ll still love you.”
She sniffled a bit, shifting to hug me right back.
“Appropriate for Valentine’s, I guess,” she said, giggling a bit, though still sniffling.
“It is. The matchmakers are already on the case. I don’t know how you screen for wolves, but they’ll figure something out. You might be tricky, Little Red, but I have hope.”
She sighed deeply.
“I do, too. And ... it’s a much better hope than I had before.”
“Let’s get a shower. I have to get you home, you know.”
She giggled.
“Damn! Not keeping me naked all night!”
I caressed her cheek, then gently guided her face so I was looking deeply into her eyes.
“We’re not done with that, Little Red. You’re going to have a night or two where you are naked and taking care of your Wolf. Over, and over, and over again.”
She shivered and grinned.
“Can’t wait!”
“Maybe I’ll even keep you for two nights, and not tell you beforehand. After all, you’ll still have your change of clothes, even if you don’t ever put them on.”
She shivered harder.
“But ... meals...”
I waved my hand.
“They’ve seen it, Little Red.”
“Urk!” she said. “I’d ... be embarrassed?”
“That would be the point, yes.”
“Okay!” she said. “Shower time!”
Laughing, we headed off to get clean. The subject didn’t come up again, but I thought it had actually turned into a Valentine’s gift of its own.
We just held hands and stuck to safe subjects on the drive back to the Commons. I gave her another dorm-hall-appropriate parting kiss, then handed her off to Louise. Little did Louise know she had been silently drafted into sheepdog duty, but she had. She would watch Darla’s back when we couldn’t, or at least I hoped she would.
I caught Jas up on the whole thing at bedtime. She was as happy as I expected her to be.
We both liked the idea of some extra hook-ups with Darla, but would happily give them up to see her in the relationship she wanted. The tricky part was always going to be summer. Whatever we did, it likely wasn’t going to be hanging around College Station. Darla might not be here, either.
If she was at home, Clara would have sheepdog duty, but Clara would likely not know what sort of wolves to watch out for, not unless Darla had some profoundly embarrassing conversations with her mother.
Wednesday, February 12, 1986
I was ready when we got up. I had flowers for Jas. After she’d bounced around happily, we shared a happy-birthday kiss.
“I don’t feel older!” she said, giggling.
“Hmm...” I said. “I think ... well. Perhaps later I can check on that. You know ... carefully examine you all over and see if anything feels older.”
She giggled a lot and said, “Pretty sure that’ll make me feel a lot of things, most of which will thoroughly distract me from pondering my age.”
“That’s a bad thing?”
“Oh, that’s a very good thing, I think! No objection here!”
“I love you, my gorgeous older woman,” I said.
“And I love you, my dashing, handsome, much older divorcé. You’ve thoroughly swept me off my feet, and I never want that to end.”
“Best of both worlds, I think.”
She chuckled and said, “Me being older is the best?”
“Women live longer than men on average. I want all the time together that we can get.”
“Aww!” she said, bouncing on her tiptoes again. “So sweet! If there’s a reason to be happy about being older, that’s it right there! I don’t like the idea of outliving you, but I don’t like the idea of dying first, either. And I really don’t like the idea of our dying together, because that probably also means we died early. Pretty unusual for two people to go at the same time from natural causes. Unless...”
“Unless?” I said, after giving her a few seconds.
“Unless it’s just the start of Act II. I could go into Act II along with you happily enough. And ... I mean, that’s my plan. We move on to Act II together. I just figure someone will be waiting, both very patiently and quite impatiently, for the other to join them on that journey.”
“Finding our own forever after,” I said.
“That sounds familiar!”
“You said it. It stuck with me, and I love it.”
“Smart of me, because I love it, too!” she said. “Wedding vows?”
“Absolutely!”
She giggled, bounced once more, then said, “We should join the others for birthday breakfast.”
“Birthday suit?”
She giggled even more.
“God knows I could get away with it here! Not this time, though. Maybe for 21. That’s a big one!”
“You’ll be legal again.”
She grinned and said, “As if anyone ever gave you a hard time with buying alcohol! Me? They’ll card me for years.”
“I look younger now than I did at nineteen in my first life. But, yeah, I can get away with it. Kyle’s going to kill me if I get arrested for underage alcohol possession, though.”
Jas got a sly look on her face and said, “You’ll be buying it in College Station, almost entirely. Yeah, the deal is that legit busts are legit, but I have this feeling they’ll cut you a bit of slack on that one. Any cop arresting you will have to consider whether it’s worth potentially pissing you off. And pissing Chief Palko off!”
“It ... could work in my favor,” I said, chuckling.
“And again, as it so often is: ‘All is for the best... ‘“
“Definitely!”
Jas wasn’t at all surprised to find Angie, Paige, Cammie, and Mel outside our room and shouting ‘Happy Birthday!’ when we emerged.
“Steve said I should wear my birthday suit,” Jas said, giggling.
“Later! Hot tub!” Paige said.
There were quickly six very eager ‘yes’ votes, so we had a plan for after dinner.
Breakfast was fun. Jas took a fair bit of teasing for being ‘old,’ but she retaliated both with ‘and wise’ and with ‘Steve prefers me this way.’ Both were well received. She was, and I did.
It was an amusing thought, one I filed away for now. For my first marriage, I’d married a woman in her thirties. For my second, I would marry someone at twenty-one. I would have been together with the twenty-one-year-old considerably longer than with the one in her early thirties.
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