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Daria’s Adult Career-04

West Coast Trip

Obviously, just a work of fan fiction! The other disclaimers still apply.

Thursday, July 25

It had taken Jane a bit of time to organize her trip to the Bay area, but her flight had arrived somewhat late in the afternoon. She got into the small rental car and started on what was supposed to be a forty-five or so minute drive to the suburb near San Jose. Between the traffic and two missed turns, it took closer to 80 minutes, and so was about 6:40 when Jane pulled into the driveway where she hoped Daria would be.

The suburb, or at least this area of it, appeared to be fairly affluent. All the houses were medium-sized ranch styles of various types. Some, including this one, had a second floor over the double garage, most likely for a mother-in-law flat or on-premises office suite. Most of the few cars out in driveways were in the mid-range and fairly new. As Jane nervously got out of her car, she couldn’t see if there were any cars in the garage, as the doors were shut and the slit-windows too high to peer into. It was also still far too bright for there to be any lights on inside, and while the drapes were not drawn there were white privacy curtains on all the windows so Jane could not detect any movement, let alone see in. She by-passed the screened-in patio which connected the garage to the house, went up the two steps to the front door, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

After nearly a minute, the inner door opened, and Jane was confronted by ‘Nikki.’ She was a bit under Jane’s height, as she had guessed. Her hair was a bit longer than in the videos, and straight rather than styled; she appeared a tad bustier, and was dressed in a simple dark green top, knee-length black skirt, and white socks.

The two stared at each other, and then Nikki asked softly, “Jane?”

Biting her lower lip, a somewhat surprised Jane could only nod.

Nikki opened the screen door. “This is certainly a surprise. Come on in.”

As Jane did so, she heard Daria’s voice. “Who is it, dear? Is it Janet and Holly?”

Clearing her throat, Nikki could only call back as she shut the doors, “Come and see, sweetheart…. Bring the wine and three glasses.”

Daria came in from the kitchen via the dining room a few moments later, stopped, and just stared at Jane (who was in a red t-shirt with a flannel shirt over it, black denim shorts, and running shoes – she had meant to change from her comfortable flight attire into something nicer, but had been so nervous she had forgotten to).

Daria managed not to drop the bottle of Reisling or the wine glasses as she stared back at Jane. She was dressed nearly identically to Nikki, except her top was darker. She was wearing tortoise-shell glasses and her hair, although still very thick, was a bit shorter than it had been in high school. In addition to being much shorter than it had been when she had been in videos, Daria’s hair no longer had all the added highlights that she had in all her non-historical videos. At first, Jane thought she had put on weight; then she realized that Daria was a few months pregnant.

Finally, Daria stated, “Well, this is unexpected. Come into the dining room.” Daria turned and went back into the dining room. Jane, followed by Nikki, went in as well. Daria gestured, and the three sat, Daria at the head of the six-person dining table, Nikki to her left, and Jane opposite Daria. Daria, her hand steady, poured about three-quarters of a glass of wine for both Jane and Nikki, and a bit less than a quarter of a glass for herself.

“A quarter of a glass won’t hurt the baby, if you’re wondering,” Daria stated.

Jane took the glass and just nodded.

“So, can you briefly tell us how you found me?”

Jane took a sip of the excellent wine, nodded, and told her tale. It still took her almost twenty minutes, in part because Daria had asked what video titles she had watched. The only other comment was that Jane should call them Fran and Darlene.

When Jane had finished her brief summary, Daria/Darlene merely nodded and asked, “Do you still eat practically anything?”

“Sure.”

“Then I’ll be right back.” She got up and went into the kitchen.

“We were about to sit down for dinner,” Fran explained. She refilled her glass and gestured to Jane, who nodded. As she refilled Jane’s glass, Fran asked, “Do I unsettle you?”

“I guess you do,” Jane admitted. Realizing how that might be taken, she added, “Of course, I think that would be true of anyone Dari…I mean Darlene was married to.”

Fran was obviously unsure about that, so Jane stated, “I knew she was married to you from that interview I mentioned. If it bothered me, I wouldn’t have come.”

Fran smiled cutely. “Am I first trans person you’ve met?”

Jane shrugged. “That I know of; there have been a few I haven’t been totally sure about, but I never asked.”

“Good answers,” Daria stated, coming into the dining room with two plates of chicken Cesar salad. She was out and back a few second later with a plate of sliced toasted buttered Italian bread and her own plate. A few seconds later, Darlene and the forks appeared.

After a few mouthfuls, Jane asked, “If you don’t mind, how far along are you?”

“About four months, due date in early December, and if you’re curious, yes, it is Fran’s, and yes, we did it the old-fashioned way.” Both Jane and Fran flushed a bit. “We were both shocked at how quickly it happened when I came off the Pill. How about you? Anyone significant in your life?”

“No,” Jane admitted. “I’ve casually dated maybe nine guys and three women, and was sort of serious about a few of the guys and one of the girls, but they never lasted very long, and most did not…develop into…intimacy.”

The rest of the meal consisted of small talk, some of it insignificant – Jane’s flight – some medium – how she was doing in college – and some important – how Trent and the Morgendorffers were.

Jane had sort of kept in touch with Jake, so Jane could report on him, and to a lesser degree on Helen and even Amy. As for Quinn, by this time she had seemly written Daria out of her memory. “And not only that, she joined, well, I don’t know if it’s technically a cult, but it’s close.”

“What is it?”

“You father wasn’t sure of the name and I still not sure of the official name. Most call it ‘Eco-Ab’ or something like that. ‘Eco’ because they are very pro-environment. ‘Ab,’ well….they are very anti-sex, at least reproductive sex.”

That puzzled the other two.

“I gather they think the maximum number of people should be under two billion, or better under one billion. Some may be okay with protected or same-sex sex. However ideally, and this seems to be Quinn’s current position although I may be wrong, there should be as little sex of any kind as possible.”

“I always thought Quinn might be asexual as well as prudish – the two don’t have to go together,” Daria mused. “Still, that seems a bit extreme, even for her.”

“She’s also foregone even cheeseless pizza and gone partially past vegan – if Jake is to be believed she mostly lives on algae.”

Darlene and Fran made faces at that idea, before Jane continued. “There also seems to be a bit of eugenic belief in who they think should be procreating at all, although it doesn’t seem to be racist, just classist.”

“Well, since I’m sure Quinn would think of herself as genetically perfect, right down to the size of her pores, I doubt she could hold those beliefs too firmly while still being totally anti-sex, not that many people’s beliefs are that consistent.”

“So, you inherited all your parents’ sex-drive and you sister got none?” Fran teased.

That earned her a dirty look – Jane had missed seeing those looks (when not aimed at her, of course). After a moment, Daira’s face relaxed, and she admitted, “Considering my parents, yeah, I likely inherited a double dose of high drive.”

“Well, from what I can tell, Quinn doesn’t date anyone anymore, although she’s still close friends with Stacy – no guesses on if they’re anything more than that.”

The three had finished dinner by then, and Jane refused a second refill, as she would have to find a hotel for the night. So, Daria finally asked the big question. “Jane, why did you come out here?” Seeing the hesitation, she added, “It can’t just be to contact me; you could have more easily called or emailed, since you know where I work, or even snail-mailed me there.”

“Is it private?” Fran asked Jane gently.

“Yes, but don’t leave.” Jane took a deep breath, stood, and approached Daria. To the surprise of the other two, she then knelt between Daria and Fran. “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

Jane took another deep breath, but her eyes went to the floor. “For so many things. I’m not sorry I kissed you first; I am sorry I led you on and so we went further than I was prepared to go…then. I’m sorry for taking up with Tom, especially with no warning, and for not warning you about him. For not realizing how I was torturing your feelings by dating him like I did. I don’t think I need to apologize for being angry when you kissed him, but knowing him as I did, not to mention knowing how…sheltered you had been emotionally before we kissed, I should have been even angrier at him and far less at you. Above all, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you broke it off with him.”

Jane looked up at Daria, tears running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m…so sorry I hurt one of the two most important people in my life.”

Daria leaned over and kissed each tear track. “Thanks to the love Fran has given me, I’ve gotten over all that, and therefore I can and do forgive you.” Daria gently, if briefly, kissed Jane’s lips.

Jane smiled slightly, but then shuffled around on her knees to face Fran. “Thank you for loving her.”

“Jane.” Daria’s voice was gentle yet commanding.

Jane twisted around to look at Daria.

“Jane, Fran and I share everything. So there’s something she will share with you, if you want it.”

Jane looked puzzled.

“Fran has known how I felt and think I still feel about you since shortly after we met.”

Jane frowned and turned back to a slightly startled Fran, who then smirked. She leaned down towards Jane, but stopped short. Hoping she understood, Jane moved a bit toward Fran, who completed her movement and kissed Jane lightly as well.

“Do you have a flight back to Maryland soon?”

Jane shook her head. “Not yet. It’s an open ticket, I just have to call ahead to confirm a flight. The term doesn’t start until the very end of August.”

“If you’d like to stay and talk tonight, we can put you up in the flat over the garage, and we can talk more seriously, especially over the weekend.”

“It wouldn’t put you out?”

“We can do some of our work from home, so you won’t be totally on your own tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

“Jane….”

“Yes?”

“Understand this. I am now dead serious.” Jane knew that tone, and knew therefore that Darlene was indeed very serious. “Daria was my old life. In any way you can think of, except maybe in relation to her family, Daria is a dead name to me. Louisa was my professional name, and I am no longer in that profession. My name is Darlene.”

“Yes, Mistress Darlene,” Jane teased, remembering the week during their last fall in high school when Daria had been the substitute English teacher ‘Miss Darlene.’

“Don’t, unless you want that to become our relationship,” she stated firmly. “Otherwise, to anyone here, I am Darlene.” She looked at Fran, who nodded. “Here, between the three of us and a few close friends, you may use Fran’s name for me.”

Jane looked behind her. Fran stood and so did her wife. “I love you, DeeDee.” They kissed, and then they helped Jane to her feet. They each kissed her on a cheek.

“Help me clear up, you two.”

“Okay….” Jane teased, “Mistress DeeDee.”

DeeDee shook her head and gave Jane a light swat on her tush.


The trio spent the next two and a half hours talking in the living room, Jane and DeeDee continuing to catch up, with DeeDee snuggled in Fran’s arms. Finally, a little after 10:00, DeeDee called it a night. Jane was willing, considering the time change and the fact that she had not slept well for over a week. Fran took her to the flat over the garage. It simply consisted of a large bedroom/living room, kitchenette, and small bathroom with a walk-in shower. Other than a double bed, a chair, and a stool next to the kitchenette counter, there was not much else in the flat except three large metal storage cabinets, which Jane would later learn were full of their professional videos and other select ones.

“It mostly came like this,” Fran explained. “We just replaced the mattress.” She held out a key. “Just in case you wake up before us. Feel free to rummage in the kitchen.”

To Jane’s surprise, Fran gave her a quick kiss on the lips and left Jane to her thoughts. Despite that, she soon fell into a deep sleep that even Trent would have envied.

*

Jane woke up a little before 8:00, which was 11:00 on her biological clock. She managed to go down the stairs right at 8:00, and noticed that one of the car bays in the garage was now empty. Going into the kitchen, she saw that Fran, in just a T-shirt and Daisy Duke’s, was sitting at the two-person table in the kitchen, nursing a coffee.

“Coffee’s there on the counter, mugs right above,” she said. “We have two kinds of granola, or I can fix you a quick omelet.”

“Granola would be good.” As she fixed her coffee and cereal, Jane asked, “Where’s Dari…I mean DeeDee?”

“Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, she goes to an exercise place for expectant mothers that starts at Seven.”

“Dar…DeeDee? Exercising?”

Fran frowned. “She goes to Tai Chi on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and she done Tai Chi since she taught herself back in Texas.”

“She kept that well-hidden.”

Fran nodded, “That’s her.” As Jane sat, Fran asked, “Shall I tell you something about her?”

“Well,” Jane admitted, “you likely know her better these days than I did.”

“For some reason, maybe her parents or how they treated her after her sister arrived, maybe it’s just her nature, probably it some of both and more, but she pretty consistently pushes people away.”

“True.”

“But I’d say at least seven times out of ten, when she pushes someone who wants to know her away, what she really wants, no needs, is for them to hold her closer, to tell her that she’s valued, that’s she’s loved, sometimes that she’s needed. That’s something her sister openly rejected almost all the time, and usually in very hurtful ways. Her mother rarely gave her that support, never mind the hugs – her mother just pushed her to conform to her ideals most of the time, not DeeDee’s needs. I gather her father was more clueless than anything bad….”

“And he feels very badly about that.”

“If even half of what she’s said about his childhood and adolescence is true, then I can see why on the whole she gives him a pass.”

Jane nodded.

“You accepted her, and even if you rarely held her closer, even metaphorically speaking, you accepted her as she was and refused to go away….”

“Until Tom,” Jane stated sadly.

“Even then, you didn’t fully go away or send her away, you mostly just weren’t as close. As for Tom, he saw the dynamic, and played off of it, and he tried to control her.” Fran snorted. “DeeDee can occasionally be handled, cajoled, and sometimes even tricked, but she cannot be controlled.”

“True,” Jane agreed.

“Jane, I need to tell you a few things.”

“I know I couldn’t break the two of you apart, if that’s what you think I’m here for.”

“Good. Also know that DeeDee and I are in most ways fully committed to each other. I’m sure that sounds strange, considering we spent around thirty-three months having sex with lots of other people.”

“On the other hand, it might make you want to commit to each other now all the more. That was sex, and work, what you both want is love and acceptance.”

“True. So, to ask DeeDee’s question from last night again, why did you come here? Just to reestablish your friendship after your apology? That would be great for her. To reconnect on a more intimate level?” Fran shook her head. “Even if you move here after your graduation, like I said we’re committed to each other, and like DeeDee said, we share our lives completely. I know my wife. When she gets back here, probably around Ten since she’s going to eat, run an errand or two, and stop to pick up more groceries, she will offer to take you back to the flat and make love with you. Just bear in mind that this will be a one-time offer.”

Jane’s eyes dropped.

“If you two reestablish your close friendship, it won’t be friends with benefits.” Fran reached over and lifted Jane’s chin so they could look into each other’s eyes. “Notice I said mostly committed to each other. DeeDee can give me everything emotionally, and supply everything but one thing.”

“And?” Jane wondered if this meant Fran went cruising.

“Our best friends also just quit the industry, and they’re like us, woman and trans-woman. The four of us go out most weekends, and Holly and I get together about every other week. Sometimes Janet and DeeDee do, and sometimes we all are together, although they left this morning for some conference, which is why we were surprised when you showed up last night – so far, only they’ve been here, and we haven’t gotten any door-to-door types. Now, Daria loved you; she would have been totally committed to you -- then. DeeDee still has feelings for you; and despite her stoic demeaner – and yes, she’s still like that in public – she has more love to give than most people can even conceive of. We love each other in every way, and we can’t wait to share our family love with our daughter. Can you share our love as well? Can you accept Janet and Holly in our lives, even if you decide not to participate – they also know about you and I’m sure would love to at least meet you if you’re here and be at least platonic friends with us. Do you want to try? DeeDee would want to if you would. I’m willing to find out. Are you?”

“You mean…?”

“DeeDee wants it, and you’re attractive…for a girl.”

“So are you,” Jane managed to retort. “Is the first the only reason?”

“She’s told me a lot about you. I never had anyone like you were to her in my life until I met DeeDee. If you can add to her life, and my life, and your life, well, I’ll willing to take a risk – but I don’t want her hurt. Janet and Holly feel much the same. Holly and I’ve both been hurt badly by most people in our lives, and so to a degree have Janet and DeeDee, although for DeeDee it was more neglect, indifference, and rejection with a sneer rather than rejection with a punch or even vile hatred. You were the one really great thing in her life before she met me. I would like her to have you back as at least a friend, maybe something more for all of us.” She shrugged. “Obviously this is not something you or I, or even DeeDee, can decide today or even this weekend,” Fran pointed out. Seeing the look on Jane’s face, she asked, “Question?”

“A personal one, since you’re more than implying it could become relevant.”

Slightly amused, Fran asked, “And that is?”

Frowning, Jane said simply, “I’m not sure what the right way would be to ask this, so I’ll just ask, well, how transitioned are you?”

“If you saw any of my last few videos, I haven’t really changed, except for the different hairstyle. Holly is at the same stage. As for what that means, well, we’re fully male-functional about two-thirds to three-quarters of the time, say over a three-month period. The rest of the time, it varies from totally unresponsive for three-to-five days upwards. As for fully transitioning…?” She shrugged. “On the one hand, I still often see myself going that way. On the other, it’s a very expensive set of operations; we’ll certainly need the money with the baby coming. Holly and Janet aren’t as well off as we are, and they hope to have a baby, too. DeeDee and I have a very fulfilling sex life as things are. I enjoy playing both sides.” She shrugged again. “So, I don’t know if I’ll stay this way or finally fully transition. We’ll have to wait and see. It would really have to happen after same-sex marriage is legalized.”

“You don’t miss anything, about porn or guys?”

“Porn? Not really. I loved most of the industry for about half the time I was involved in it, but I was getting tired of it towards the end. DeeDee was getting burnt out performing – I was a ‘specialty’ while she was a star but not a super star. If the first novel hadn’t gone so well, she might have been willing to stay in, but doing more producing and directing, not to mention writing scenarios.”

She sighed. “As for guys…I do love giving blowjobs. That’s one reason we’re physically intimate with Holly and Janet, not just very close friends.” She shrugged. “That’s all I’d miss otherwise – DeeDee fulfills me physically in every other way, and emotionally in every way.” Fran smirked. “She keeps me working on yoga a couple of times a week, half hoping I’ll become flexible enough to make my own fun.”

Jane flushed at that.

“If you’re going to be anything more than a casual friend, you’re going to have to be open to our lifestyle to a degree, although we’ll have to tone it down around the baby.”

“Are you really sure you’d want this?”

“I am sure of our relationship,” Fran answered. “I also think that DeeDee would feel more regret if we didn’t at least seriously consider it than she would likely be hurt by a thruple failing, with or without an additional weekend couple.”

Jane finished her cereal and sat back to finish her coffee.

“A suggestion. Finish your coffee, go back upstairs, and think about what you want and what you can live with and what you are willing to risk. DeeDee will be back in about forty-five minutes if not sooner, since she never dawdles and certainly won’t today unless she’s nervous. I’ll send her upstairs to talk with you as soon as we put the groceries away.” She smiled. “We’re taking you to our favorite pizza place for lunch.”

“Could I use the internet real quick?”

Fran stood. “Of course.”

“I need to check something at the U.”

*

Because she had needed to check something at her university, Jane only had to wait a few minutes after she had gone up to the flat and brushed her teeth when she heard the garage door open. DeeDee knocked on the door about ten minutes later.

“Come in.”

DeeDee was dressed much like the evening before, but she was wearing a pair of somewhat stylish low-heeled boots. She saw that Jane was sitting on the bed in just a red halter-top and black silk shorts.

“Fran told you I’d be coming up here?”

Jane swallowed nervously, and just nodded.

“And why?”

Jane nodded again.

“And do you want me to…do you want us to…?”

“Yes, very much…and no.”

DeeDee tilted her head in confusion.

“I want to make love with you more than anything else on Earth right now…but if that’s what you want…. I mean, to make love, not just have sex to pretend we could have meant more, then yes, I want you…but only if Fran is willing to join us, and you are interested in that as well.” She took a deep breath. “We can decide about your friends later, if things work out like I at least hope.”

“Why?” DeeDee asked flatly.

Jane again looked at the floor, out of embarrassment. “Because I’ve known since a few months after y…after Daria left my life that she was my best possible life partner. You have found one in Fran. I’d like to know her better and see if we connect; I want to reconnect with my life partner. I love you…and Fran is adorable.”

“She is, and you’re beautiful.” DeeDee hesitated, then turned back towards the door.

“DeeDee?”

She looked back over her shoulder. “Yes?”

“You’re in charge. Any requests?”

“You’ve drawn and painted plenty of nude models. Have you ever modeled?”

“A few times.”

“Then take off your clothes, and pose. We’ll be right back.”


When the pair returned, Jane was indeed nude on the bed, striking a classical pose: her arms behind her head, which was on a pillow. She was turned slightly towards the door, on her right side, her left buttocks and thigh propped against another pillow, her legs slightly opened.

The pair approached, and DeeDee halted them and stripped off Fran’s few clothes, showing she was more than three-quarter erect. Fran then knelt and undid DeeDee’s boots and socks, then then helped her out of her top, skirt, bra, and finally panties. Fran went to the far side of the bed and pulled the pillow out from underneath Jane.

As Fran licked her way from Jane’s left hip to her left breast, DeeDee knelt on the bed and traced her way up the right side, with a brief side trip to tickle Jane’s navel with her tongue. DeeDee continued up to kiss Jane deeply, while Fran pressed the women’s nipples together to lick them both. The trio spent the next seventy minutes exploring each other orally, although Jane made certain she thoroughly explored DeeDee more than once, to make up for the fact she had missed out four years before. DeeDee also coaxed Jane into nearly being able to deepthroat Fran, something she had never been able to come so close to before, even on smaller penises.

Afterwards, they simply laid in a tangle until one after another, they each went to use the toilet and then came back to hug, with DeeDee snuggled in the middle.

After some time, DeeDee sighed and said, “I like this, but I’m hungry. Pizza?”

“Pizza,” Jane agreed.

“Pizza it is,” Fran finalized.

*

Over pizza, Jane told them that she had been able to rearrange her fall schedule so that she could graduate in December, although she would need to take a full load of 18 credits. When they returned, the pair took Jane to their bedroom for the first time. Jane was shocked to see one of her abstract paintings on the wall.

“We have two of your smaller paintings on the walls of our office,” Fran told her. The house had three regular bedrooms – one would be the baby’s and the other they used as their office.

Jane smiled ruefully. “I forgot for a moment that the gallery sells on-line.” Her eyes went wide. “Is this why I’ve sold over twenty paintings to California via that on-line gallery?”

“Probably,” DeeDee started. When Jane’s brow wrinkled, DeeDee raised her hand. “Yes, the first one was that nude figure study. We had that in our apartment, and a number of our…associates saw it. That’s why five of the paintings we know sold here were also nude figure studies. The one we bought is in our office here.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t notice it when you were using the computer this morning,” Fran teased.

“So am I,” Jane admitted.

“Anything else you need to ask about?” DeeDee teased. “At the moment, I hope you’re planning on coming back to meet our daughter.”

“I am.” Jane paused, and, somewhat abashed, went on, “I suppose there is one thing I should ask about.”

“What’s that?”

“What, if anything, should I tell your, well…tell Jake or Helen?”

That gave DeeDee pause. Finally, she responded by asking, “Has…has Dad had any heart problems that you know of?”

“No, but unless they were serious, I probably wouldn’t know.”

“If you want to, and only if you want to, tell Helen about Fran, about our marriage, and about our daughter…and maybe about our past career if the first part goes well enough? Not so sure about that, so if you do tell them about me in general, let me know how it goes, and we’ll decide from there.” She looked with Fran. “Is that okay with you?”

Fran nodded, and then looked at Jane. “We actually told my family last month. They still aren’t happy about my choices, but they knew vaguely about the porn and are glad we’re out of that and came out disease free, as best we can tell. They also like DeeDee and are thrilled by their first grandchild.”

“You don’t have to do this,” DeeDee told Jane.

“I need to let Jake and Amy know somehow; this seems to be the best way to get the news to Jake without giving him another heart attack.”

“After we get Helen’s reaction if not before, I’ll write to Aunt Amy,” DeeDee said.

“We really need to get a little work done,” Fran told DeeDee.

“You two work, I’ll sketch,” Jane suggested.

“You haven’t looked outback,” DeeDee suggested. “There are some interesting shapes in the hedges.”