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80s Daria Chapter 3
By Dr T
-80s-
The Third Week
Based on the first two partial weeks, Daria was not surprised by her first full week. It was a fairly full and busy week for her, but between her knowledge base, intelligence, memory, and making sure she went over material as soon as she could, it was hardly overwhelming. In addition, Statistics was the only class (other than lessons) she had without Quinn, Jane, and/or Jennifer. Discussing or explaining a class to or with them made certain Daria understood as well. She also discussed music theory and the art history class with Tyler, as well as music history.
Daria continued to surprise herself, as she often exchanged brief kisses with Tyler whenever they could with some degree of privacy – she had never done this before, and surprised herself at how much she enjoyed every aspect of the act. Tyler was around the music weekdays building until nearly 11:00 practicing then and holding office hours in the later afternoon. A few of the Freshmen started talking with him, so Daria did not feel out of place being seen doing so. She would have been surprised how quickly a number of the girls caught on to their mutual interest, but most were quickly satisfied that Daria wasn’t getting any extra help for class that they couldn’t have for the asking.
Quinn was somewhat dissatisfied with the week, as she had been cast as an extra in the fall play – she was hoping to do better in the auditions for ‘A Christmas Carol.’ She felt a bit lost in the music history class, but Daria and Tyler were helpful there, and she, Tori, and Jennifer put a little extra time together on that as well. Other than that, Quinn felt she was doing quite well, especially in her three gen ed courses (English I, Speech, French 3), and she was having a blast in her Intro to Acting class. She was sure she could pull at least mid-Bs or higher in everything but the music history. The first exam would be at the end of the fourth week, and she’d have to see where things went from there. At the moment, she was more worried about the next audition.
That Friday, Tyler had seen Daria just briefly since their 8:00 class had ended. He was again picking her up after marching band ended at 6:00. She had left her piccolo case in his office and they had exchanged a chaste kiss, and that had been it. She had been somewhat distracted, but had promised to tell him about it over dinner at the steak house.
“Do you want to tell me about it now, or after dinner?” he asked as they drove away from the music building.
Daria huffed. “Might as well now. I was conned.”
“How?”
Daria crossed her arms and pouted, not realizing how cute it made her look. “Do you know Missus Richardson?”
“One of the voice teachers?”
“Yes, she’s mine and Quinn’s. She also the musical director for ‘A Christmas Carol.’ She had a bright idea and got Quinn in on it. So, it turned out that this was not only Quinn’s audition for the play, but mine as well.”
“If you got a part, I hope Quinn did as well.”
“She did; they loved us.”
“Don’t sound so happy they think you’re great,” Tyler pointed out. Then he frowned. “Wait a minute. Are one of you Belle and the other the Ghost of Christmas Past?”
“Neither.”
“But,” Tyler was confused, “the only other female roles I know of are the charwoman and the laundress, unless Scrooge’s sister is in this version.” Then he corrected himself, “Well, there’s Missus Cratchit and at least one daughter.” Except for the eldest Cratchit daughter, he doubted Quinn would want one of those other parts.
“True, but none of those are us.” Daria sighed. “You know how in most versions, there’s one or more carolers who Scrooge chases away early on?”
“Yes.”
“That will be us – I’ll be a blind beggar being led around by Quinn. Other than that scene, we’ll be in the background of a couple of street scenes, and maybe get a bit during Scrooge’s redemption. That will depend on the run-time.”
“They may have tricked you into being asked; you didn’t have to agree,” Tyler pointed out as the car turned into the parking lot.
“I kind of did,” Daria retorted. “The faculty may or may not have held it against me, but Quinn would have, as it likely meant she wouldn’t be more than an extra again. And I’m sure once she told Mother, I would have heard her response all the way from Dover without her needing to call.”
As Daria linked arms with Tyler, he suggested, “Maybe you should try the Tiramisu tonight. That might cheer you up.”
Daria stopped just before they went into the restaurant. As they turned to each other, she said, “I really want to trust you.”
“What can I do to help that along?”
“Take me back to your place and we have one drink, and we don’t really fool around.”
“I promise not to start anything, and ask if you’re sure at least twice if you do.”
Daria considered that. “Fair enough.”
“What would you like to drink?”
Daria confessed, “I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Except for some sips of wine, I’ve never actually had anything.”
Tyler’s apartment was a two-bedroom third floor (top floor) place in an apartment complex. The only other room was a combination dinette area/kitchen near the door and then the 15x18 living area, which had a sofa, a recliner and two end tables on one wall and a TV unit, a rocking chair and a set of bookshelves on the other, with the window (with AC/heater unit underneath) in between.
“If you’re sure you want alcohol, I can open a bottle of red or white wine, I have two kinds of beer, Madeira, cream sherry, peppermint schnapps, brandy, or I can make you a rum and Coke. Or you could have Coke, Sprite, milk, hot chocolate, or coffee.”
“How about we split a Coke with a little rum in it?” Daria sat on the sofa and accepted the Cuba Libre. “Interesting,” was her comment after the first sip.
“Somehow, I think you want to talk…about us?”
Daria sipped again and nodded. “I…I’m very…inexperienced. I dated a few boys, and went to some dances, usually formals or semi-formals with guys as friends. Nothing serious.” She sipped again. “What I’m trying to say….” She frowned, and then looked to Tyler for help.
“You could be saying you don’t want this to become serious, or you could be saying you’re hoping it does, but we need to go slow in the physical department, or….”
“Wait,” Daria quickly interrupted, “that last one was it.” She chewed on her upper lip for a moment. “I…I don’t think I’m a prude, but when I, well….” She gestured at her blouse.
“When you sort of flashed me last week.”
Daria blushed. “I’ve never done anything like that. Ever. That’s when I realized that I could go too far, too fast.”
“I like you,” Tyler stated firmly. “Yes, I also find you incredibly attractive, but I like YOU. You’re clever, I like your personality, and your intellectual interests are similar to mine, and so far at least, I’ve liked everything about you. I hope we can become closer, and so long as we keep going like we have been, I’m in no rush. And, if this is your first serious relationship, I understand you’d want to be extra certain of both our feelings.”
“True.” She frowned slightly. “I don’t know why…well, I agree with what you said about the personality and interests, but I found myself instantly attracted to you. That’s never happened to me before.” She set the glass of rum and Coke down on the end table. “Would you please kiss me?”
“What constitutes ‘fooling around’ at this point?"
“At this point, no ‘second base’.”
Tyler set his glass down. “That sounds perfect.”
Just over ninety minutes later, as Tyler pulled in front of Daria’s dorm, the two spent nearly a minute kissing goodnight.
“See you after the game,” Tyler finally said. The band wouldn’t be performing at halftime, but would be in the stands. Tyler had made a suggestion, and, after some inquiries, Daria had agreed.
“Until then,” Daria responded, and reluctantly left the car.
The next late afternoon, after the football game, Professor Schmidt was going into the liquor store to buy a bottle of Amaretto to help get his hopefully next conquest in the mood when he decided which one to try for first – he would wait until after the first exam to make his first overt move – he wanted someone who didn’t need extra help. When he saw Tyler and his guests walking across the street into the Italian restaurant, he smiled to himself – it reminded him (a bit falsely) of himself at that age.
Daria was on Tyler’s arm, which by itself was enough to make any would-be Lothario a bit envious. However, Jane, Jennifer, Quinn, and Stacy were with them. Jane and Quinn would spend the dinner teasing Daria and trying to ask Tyler probing questions. Jennifer and Stacy were much shyer, and mostly watched the by-play. Seeing the warm by-play between Tyler and Daria, all four were a bit envious of their growing relationship, rather than jealous that Daria was dating Tyler. Stacy and especially Quinn, who of course knew Daria much better, were especially amazed that Daria was being somewhat open and expressive.
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Week Four
That Thursday, at 9:30 and 3:00, Tyler offered open study sessions for the first Classical & Romantic Music exam, which would be the next morning. This had been his idea, partially to help the students (and of course the 3:00 time slot was chosen to fit Daria’s schedule) and partially because the professor had challenged him to take the exam and Tyler wanted to review the material.
In one sense, the professor was tricky in how he set up the exam. On the other hand, he explained the trick in the written exam instructions (and he gave the students three minutes to read over the instructions before he started the actual exam). Plus, those students who had asked previous students or Tyler had received the same advice. The exam would have several long examples of music (six, as it turned out) and there would be four questions about each. There were also 26 other questions after those 24 questions about the played music. You needed to work on those 26 once you were finished with the four on the music example as the examples went extra-long, otherwise you’d only have about 10 minutes to finish the exam once the music stopped.
Including Tyler, there were 100 students who took the exam – six were missing (two were legitimately ill – Tyler would proctor a makeup exam for them later, the other four were already well on their way to being dismissed from their music program). It was done on a scantron (Tyler had given short reminders on how to do those, in case any had not done them often in the past), and a printout of the scores was posted on Schmidt’s door just after 2:00.
Six had scored perfect 50 out of 50, including both Tyler and Daria. 33 had scored 45-49. Jennifer and Quinn were both relieved to have scored 42s, while Tori felt the same with her score of 41. 24 had scored under 30, although six would breathe a small sigh of relief when Schmidt told them Monday there would be a 2 question curve.
Sandi had received the worst score – 12. Considering four other regular students had gotten perfect scores and several others came close (none of them really friends with Daria), no one believed that Tyler had given Daria extra help – especially because three of the four of the students who had scored perfectly had gone to Tyler for tutoring at least once, as had most of the other A- and A students. None of the students who had gone to Tyler had scored under a 39.
Schmidt noted to the other music faculty at their next department meeting that despite his reluctance to have a TA, if the first exam was anything to go by, grades might be between 7-10% higher than usual. If so, he would ask Tyler to be assigned in the spring and he’d ask for another TA the next year.
Considering his reputation as one of their crankier colleagues, the faculty who didn’t know Tyler yet (the violin instructors all did, as did the orchestra director, and all liked him to some degree) figured he would be worth having around despite not earning a full graduate degree with them.
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Week 5
Daria had exams in Statistics, Art History (which Tyler also had to take), and Music Theory, and had to make a five-minute speech in the Speech class. Coupled with the rest of her schedule and practices, she was extra busy this week. Tyler took extra time to work on his art.
That Friday, Tyler again whisked Daria away to dinner, this time to a newly-opened Red Lobster. When they got back to his apartment, Daria went to brush her teeth – Tyler had given her a new toothbrush previously. When Tyler came out, after a kiss, Daria pointed to the shelves next to the TV. “Are those what I think they are, and if so, why two?”
“Yeah, they are VCRs. The US and Europe have two different standards, and that larger one converts European tapes to American TVs.”
Daria was impressed, this was a new and expensive technology for 1980. “Are there many movies available? I thought there was mostly, well, self-taped or adult stuff.”
“Partially true,” Tyler agreed. “I think most people use them to tape programs – I have it set to record ‘Doctor Who,’ since I’m not here most evenings.” The program showed at 6:30, Monday through Thursday on a PBS station.
Daria pointed at the tapes on the shelves. “That’s all ‘Doctor Who’?”
“No, most are home movies that were transferred,” he admitted.
“Oh, may I see some?” Daria was curious.
“Okay, let me explain some things.” Tyler led her over to the sofa. Daria, looking puzzled, followed. “My Danish great-grand fathers were both developers, like I told you. In the 1920s, they happened to each have developed, among many other projects, similar projects – resort camps.”
“Like camping?”
“Of a sort – the best translation into English in nature camps, or….”
“Nudist places,” Daria stated.
“Yep. My father went to one when he was on leave in the 1950s, and met my mother.”
“So, you’re a nudist?”
“I was raised as one, yes,” Tyler stated. “My aunt and uncle still run things – three camps in Denmark – two of the original ones were combined – and the company co-owns or has investments in a dozen in Germany, four in France, another four in other places around the Mediterranean, and seven in the Caribbean, plus I own my parents’ house at one in Florida.” Now,” he hurried on, “that doesn’t mean I would expect you to join in even if we do develop a full, long them, relationship.”
“But would you want me to?”
“If you were interested, we could try it; if not, not. If we were to visit Denmark during the summers, we wouldn’t be going to see my relatives, they’d have to come meet us. I would still visit the Caribbean resorts periodically – I am technically a quarter owner of the holding company, but of course not a manager or anything like that. If you don’t like it, I can always sell the place in Florida.”
Daria thought about this – the idea was not new to her. An acquittance of her and Quinn’s in middle school had belonged to such a family. The twins had bravely sunbathed nude with her and her sisters a few times, as they had lived on a fairly private property. The pair, and sometimes Stacy, had laid out topless in their backyard when they had moved to their new house with its private back area. “So, that’s what all those tapes are?” she asked.
“No, some are ‘Doctor Who,’ most are family tapes – Christmas dressed, summers not – and yes, I have a few adult movies.”
“Show me one,” Daria asked simply. “The family ones,” she added.
“Even if….”
No matter what they show,” a slightly embarrassed Daria agreed.
“Okay. We might as well start at the beginning.” He held up a VHS tape. “My dad got an 8 millimeter camera for Christmas, 1961 and a super 8 a few years later. Remember, the super-8 reels were like two and a half minutes long, and some of the 8 millimeter home reels were two.”
Daria sat primly on the edge of the sofa, and Tyler sat carefully slightly further away than usual. The first two segments were indeed Christmas, 1961. The lighting was a bit too dark, and the shots either too short or too long, but Daria’s reaction surprised her: “You were really cute!” and “Your mom was beautiful.”
To the latter comment, Tyler said, “I don’t know if she already knew it, but she was a few months pregnant with my brother.”
The third through seventh reels were in Denmark. About a third of the shots showed mostly land or seascapes, the nudes, when present, in rather long distance. There were several shots of Tyler’s mom, ever more heavily pregnant, until a newborn appeared at the end of the seventh reel. The rest of the screentime was devoted to Tyler: playing with little friends, playing in the surf, and generally running around. The next 10 reels were similar: 4 for the next Christmas and 6 of the following summer.
Daria halted the show after that. “Is it really all that, well, non-sexual at those places?”
“For kids, absolutely,” Tyler responded. “For adults, well, men and women might look a bit more than normal, but they don’t stare or ogle, and no one makes crass comments. Some places have beaches open to day-naturalists, but the actual camping areas are either for couples, families, or sometimes two or more single women – they don’t want men hanging around hoping to score.”
“And teens?” Daria’s tone was slightly teasing.
“Yes, probably more looking than at a junior high or high school, but again, a lot more polite and nothing crass. Probably actually a bit less casual kissing and pairing up for necking and such than high school, and probably less actual sex – oral or vaginal.” Daria blushed a bit. “In between, once there is a couple, probably a bit more touching and stroking, even to orgasm.”
Daria nodded. “Okay, let’s watch ‘Doctor Who’.”
The next day, the marching band performed at half time. Tyler had suggested Daria either shower before he took her out, or she could bring a change of clothes and shower at his place. Daria decided on the latter, and told him to shower before picking her up and that he could prove he was as good a cook as he claimed.
Tyler was surprised when Daria came out of the shower in a t-shirt, bra, short shorts, socks, and moccasins. Daria was surprised to find a tossed salad, mushroom dressing, and a roast duck – from the scent when she had come in, she thought he had bought a pre-roasted chicken. There were also two empty glasses, a water glass and a wine glass.
“If you don’t want wine, I do have Coke or Sprite. If you do, I’ll fill up the glasses with water.”
“A little wine is fine.”
Tyler opened a pink French wine from the Loire. “This is a little sweeter than most rosés, sort of like strawberry,” he said as he poured.
Daria enjoyed the meal, and was glad both that he did not try to over-feed or refill her wine glass when she had refused once. She accepted a small bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream (he had remembered she had mentioned that as her favorite), and joined him on the sofa.
“Tyler….”
“Yes?”
“How many…adult tapes do you own?”
“A fair number, but I only have nine here.”
‘More than I thought,’ she admitted to herself. Still, that allowed for a selection. “All, well….”
“All have actual sex in them,” Tyler told her.
“I’ve never seen, well anything more graphic than an art history book. Is there one, well, that isn’t….”
“Sure,” Tyler said. “Are you sure you want to see it?”
Daria bit her lip and nodded.
Tyler closed the blinds and sheer privacy curtains, sat their water and wines glasses down on coaster on the end table (Daria’s glass still had a few swallows in it), and then selected the tape.
“‘Lily’s Week’,” Tyler translated. “It’s a collection of twelve ten-minute scenes, getting a bit more explicit as it goes on. We can stop whenever you want.”
“Okay,” Daria said as she saw the actress stretching in bed under a sheet. She was a young, cuteish blonde. “How old is she? Sixteen?”
“Eighteen, by a few weeks. Yes, I know her.”
The first reel showed her stretching and exercising in just her panties, and then stripping them off to enter a shower, showing her to be a thin but overall pretty, small-breasted young woman. The second, ‘Monday Date’, showed her necking with a boyfriend for a minute, then the pair stripping and necking over a two-minute period. Then she grasped his penis and gave him a handjob while he stroked her clitoris. While it was not clear if she faked her orgasm, it was clear the young man had not.
‘Tuesday, Executive Lunch,’ had Lily quickly topless in an office and fellating an older but good-looking man. The fourth scene had the young man return, with after a bit of foreplay, the two had coitus in several different positions. Throughout the last two and a half reels, Daria had scooted closer to Tyler, and was not pressed up against him, her face ever more red and her breathing getting a bit quicker.
‘Wednesday-Girls’ Night’ had the blonde with a woman about her age, about the same height but with light brown hair and d-cup breasts. They caressed each other to orgasm but did not kiss below the navel. Daria swallowed the rest of her wine and took a drink of water, although her eyes had not left the action since the film began. ‘Thursday, Executive Privilege’ had the return of the older man and an even older one, albeit still in very good shape. Lily fellated them alternatively for most of the first six minutes.
As the action became obvious in that latter loop, Daria slipped her hands over Tyler’s. Then she moved his left hand down to her thigh, the right at first up to her breasts as she leaned into him. Tyler lightly stroked each, eliciting some small sounds of satisfaction from the young woman – no one had ever touched her quite like this, other than herself. As the double oral action continued on-screen, Daria moved Tyler’s right hand away from her breast, and to his surprise, she slipped his forefinger into her mouth, copying the actions on screen.
Tyler took this as an invitation to stroke under the leg of her loose shorts. On screen, Lily took the older man fully into her mouth – while slightly on the large size of average, this was smaller than most porn penises, and Lily was soon taking three-quarters of it per stroke, while the younger man took her doggy-style.
Daria moved Tyler’s hand from under her shorts to press between her legs, and was sucking two fingers. As the next reel started on the tape, Daria shuddered and moaned as she climaxed. Tyler removed his fingers from her mouth and hugged her close as she rode through the first orgasm anyone else had ever given her.
Daria twisted around, kissing him deeply. When she stopped, all she said was, “Please?”
“Anything you want. If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure I want to at least try.”
“Be right back.” He was, only going the few steps to the kitchen to grab a dishtowel in case of messes. He put his hands on the button to his trousers. “Are you sure?”
Daria reached up, unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped them. She helped Tyler step out of them and then hooked her fingers on his underwear.
Steeling herself, Daria pulled the boxers down and again helped Tyler step out. Only then did she look up.
Daria would soon learn that Tyler was a ‘grower’ rather than a ‘shower.’ She reached towards him as Tyler sat down. She grasped him with both small hands, fully covering a bit more than the entire shaft, and then she moved her hands as she had seen Lily do – however, he kept growing. And growing. In the end, her hands were grasping only about three-quarters of the shaft alone.
Her eyes wide, Daria whispered as she continued to stroke, “Is this okay?”
“Huh-uh, but here….” Tyler adjusted her upper right hand slightly, so the base of Daria’s thumb was hitting the right spot just right. After well over a minute of this stroking, Daria adjusted her hands so his undershaft was fairly clear. She leaned in and kissed him.
Deciding she liked the taste and sensation, and his reaction, she covered his penis first with kisses, and then started licking it like a popsicle and she enjoyed everything about what was happening. After several more minutes, Daria got off her knees and moved up to the couch, breaking rhythm only to strip off her t-shirt and bra. Once there, she managed to start swallowing and sucking on the head and a bit of the shaft while continuing the stroking. Finally, Tyler warned, “Daria….”
Hearing the tone and detecting the different movement and tastes on her tongue, Daria managed to increase her pace slightly, and she was soon rewarded with a large orgasm, which threatened to overflow her mouth. Still, by retreating to the tip, she managed to swallow everything, and even continued to kiss and lick until Tyler was clean, if wet.
Daria collapsed a bit; neck, shoulder, and jaw muscles tired.
As soon as Tyler recovered somewhat, he pulled Daria up to him and kissed her deeply, surprising her. When he started thumbing her left nipple, however, she hugged him tightly and returned the kiss, making certain not to dislodge his thumb.
Daria broke the kiss just long enough to beg, “Please make me cum again.”
Tyler stood, and Daria wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her into the bedroom, took off his shirt and then her shorts and panties, and over the next thirty-five minutes drove Daria to four orgasms between his fingers and tongue.
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The pair took a long time to recover. Daria even dozed for maybe five minutes. Finally, she rolled partially atop Tyler, kissed him, and said, “Thank you.”
“And thank you,” he replied with a smile.
“Not just for the pleasure. You could have taken my virginity and I would have let you, even wanted you to, but I really am not ready for that. Thank you for respecting that.”
Tyler kissed her.
After nearly a minute, Daria said softly, “May I stay tonight?”
“Of course, but you’d better let Jane know.”
Daria sighed. “You’re right; no way to get out of that.
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Week 6
There were several different fallouts to Daria’s overnighting. First, to her surprise, when Daria woke up that Sunday morning, she did not feel shy or embarrassed. In fact, she felt closer and even more affectionate, and Tyler felt much the same way. Second, when back in the dorm she had had to give Jane a slightly censored explanation, and Quinn a fairly uncensored one – after all, Quinn had been sharing similar experiences with Daria since a few weeks before they had entered ninth grade. Neither young woman was jealous, although both were rather envious.
Quinn also confessed that she had gotten, in her words, ‘handsy’ on the third date with a Sophomore theater major who was also a third-string football player. Since both sisters were getting active at college, Quinn suggested they both go to the campus infirmary and be prescribed birth control.
Daria had to admit that if she continued like she was, and she hoped to, her virginity would certainly not last until the summer, and possible be gone well before then. She therefore agreed to go with Quinn. When Jane learned about it, she confessed that her mother had her do the same the previous summer.
Unrelated, that Wednesday night, Daria returned to her room to find Quinn, Stacy, and Jennifer there with Jane, three of them consoling Stacy. Apparently, Stacy had had a crush on a Sophomore on another floor, and who had found out about Stacy’s crush. She had rather brutally abused and threatened Stacy, and Jennifer had brought her down to Daria and Jane’s, as it was just a floor away. Jane had called Quinn, and she and Quinn had gone up a floor and threatened the Sophomore if she caused Stacy any problems. She had agreed, if Stacy stayed away.
Daria sighed, and sat on her bed with Stacy sandwiched between the twins. Daria rather liked Stacy, even if she felt the girl was a bit wishy-washy and clingy – she was, however, a good friend to Quinn.
“I don’t think there’s another girl like me on campus,” Stacy muttered as she cried. Daria looked up at Jane, remembering Jane had said she was bi-inclined. Jane shook her head; she wasn’t attracted to Stacy that way.
Jennifer’s eyebrows went up, which both Daria and Jane caught. Daria looked at Jennifer and then to Stacy and back to Jennifer. Sighing, Jennifer shook her head and looked at Jane, with at least a slight look of hope.
Jane looked thoughtful, and then smiled at Jennifer and nodded.
“Well, that takes care of two friends,” Daria thought. “Just not the weeping wonder here.”
By Dr T
-80s-
The Third Week
Based on the first two partial weeks, Daria was not surprised by her first full week. It was a fairly full and busy week for her, but between her knowledge base, intelligence, memory, and making sure she went over material as soon as she could, it was hardly overwhelming. In addition, Statistics was the only class (other than lessons) she had without Quinn, Jane, and/or Jennifer. Discussing or explaining a class to or with them made certain Daria understood as well. She also discussed music theory and the art history class with Tyler, as well as music history.
Daria continued to surprise herself, as she often exchanged brief kisses with Tyler whenever they could with some degree of privacy – she had never done this before, and surprised herself at how much she enjoyed every aspect of the act. Tyler was around the music weekdays building until nearly 11:00 practicing then and holding office hours in the later afternoon. A few of the Freshmen started talking with him, so Daria did not feel out of place being seen doing so. She would have been surprised how quickly a number of the girls caught on to their mutual interest, but most were quickly satisfied that Daria wasn’t getting any extra help for class that they couldn’t have for the asking.
Quinn was somewhat dissatisfied with the week, as she had been cast as an extra in the fall play – she was hoping to do better in the auditions for ‘A Christmas Carol.’ She felt a bit lost in the music history class, but Daria and Tyler were helpful there, and she, Tori, and Jennifer put a little extra time together on that as well. Other than that, Quinn felt she was doing quite well, especially in her three gen ed courses (English I, Speech, French 3), and she was having a blast in her Intro to Acting class. She was sure she could pull at least mid-Bs or higher in everything but the music history. The first exam would be at the end of the fourth week, and she’d have to see where things went from there. At the moment, she was more worried about the next audition.
That Friday, Tyler had seen Daria just briefly since their 8:00 class had ended. He was again picking her up after marching band ended at 6:00. She had left her piccolo case in his office and they had exchanged a chaste kiss, and that had been it. She had been somewhat distracted, but had promised to tell him about it over dinner at the steak house.
“Do you want to tell me about it now, or after dinner?” he asked as they drove away from the music building.
Daria huffed. “Might as well now. I was conned.”
“How?”
Daria crossed her arms and pouted, not realizing how cute it made her look. “Do you know Missus Richardson?”
“One of the voice teachers?”
“Yes, she’s mine and Quinn’s. She also the musical director for ‘A Christmas Carol.’ She had a bright idea and got Quinn in on it. So, it turned out that this was not only Quinn’s audition for the play, but mine as well.”
“If you got a part, I hope Quinn did as well.”
“She did; they loved us.”
“Don’t sound so happy they think you’re great,” Tyler pointed out. Then he frowned. “Wait a minute. Are one of you Belle and the other the Ghost of Christmas Past?”
“Neither.”
“But,” Tyler was confused, “the only other female roles I know of are the charwoman and the laundress, unless Scrooge’s sister is in this version.” Then he corrected himself, “Well, there’s Missus Cratchit and at least one daughter.” Except for the eldest Cratchit daughter, he doubted Quinn would want one of those other parts.
“True, but none of those are us.” Daria sighed. “You know how in most versions, there’s one or more carolers who Scrooge chases away early on?”
“Yes.”
“That will be us – I’ll be a blind beggar being led around by Quinn. Other than that scene, we’ll be in the background of a couple of street scenes, and maybe get a bit during Scrooge’s redemption. That will depend on the run-time.”
“They may have tricked you into being asked; you didn’t have to agree,” Tyler pointed out as the car turned into the parking lot.
“I kind of did,” Daria retorted. “The faculty may or may not have held it against me, but Quinn would have, as it likely meant she wouldn’t be more than an extra again. And I’m sure once she told Mother, I would have heard her response all the way from Dover without her needing to call.”
As Daria linked arms with Tyler, he suggested, “Maybe you should try the Tiramisu tonight. That might cheer you up.”
Daria stopped just before they went into the restaurant. As they turned to each other, she said, “I really want to trust you.”
“What can I do to help that along?”
“Take me back to your place and we have one drink, and we don’t really fool around.”
“I promise not to start anything, and ask if you’re sure at least twice if you do.”
Daria considered that. “Fair enough.”
“What would you like to drink?”
Daria confessed, “I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Except for some sips of wine, I’ve never actually had anything.”
Tyler’s apartment was a two-bedroom third floor (top floor) place in an apartment complex. The only other room was a combination dinette area/kitchen near the door and then the 15x18 living area, which had a sofa, a recliner and two end tables on one wall and a TV unit, a rocking chair and a set of bookshelves on the other, with the window (with AC/heater unit underneath) in between.
“If you’re sure you want alcohol, I can open a bottle of red or white wine, I have two kinds of beer, Madeira, cream sherry, peppermint schnapps, brandy, or I can make you a rum and Coke. Or you could have Coke, Sprite, milk, hot chocolate, or coffee.”
“How about we split a Coke with a little rum in it?” Daria sat on the sofa and accepted the Cuba Libre. “Interesting,” was her comment after the first sip.
“Somehow, I think you want to talk…about us?”
Daria sipped again and nodded. “I…I’m very…inexperienced. I dated a few boys, and went to some dances, usually formals or semi-formals with guys as friends. Nothing serious.” She sipped again. “What I’m trying to say….” She frowned, and then looked to Tyler for help.
“You could be saying you don’t want this to become serious, or you could be saying you’re hoping it does, but we need to go slow in the physical department, or….”
“Wait,” Daria quickly interrupted, “that last one was it.” She chewed on her upper lip for a moment. “I…I don’t think I’m a prude, but when I, well….” She gestured at her blouse.
“When you sort of flashed me last week.”
Daria blushed. “I’ve never done anything like that. Ever. That’s when I realized that I could go too far, too fast.”
“I like you,” Tyler stated firmly. “Yes, I also find you incredibly attractive, but I like YOU. You’re clever, I like your personality, and your intellectual interests are similar to mine, and so far at least, I’ve liked everything about you. I hope we can become closer, and so long as we keep going like we have been, I’m in no rush. And, if this is your first serious relationship, I understand you’d want to be extra certain of both our feelings.”
“True.” She frowned slightly. “I don’t know why…well, I agree with what you said about the personality and interests, but I found myself instantly attracted to you. That’s never happened to me before.” She set the glass of rum and Coke down on the end table. “Would you please kiss me?”
“What constitutes ‘fooling around’ at this point?"
“At this point, no ‘second base’.”
Tyler set his glass down. “That sounds perfect.”
Just over ninety minutes later, as Tyler pulled in front of Daria’s dorm, the two spent nearly a minute kissing goodnight.
“See you after the game,” Tyler finally said. The band wouldn’t be performing at halftime, but would be in the stands. Tyler had made a suggestion, and, after some inquiries, Daria had agreed.
“Until then,” Daria responded, and reluctantly left the car.
The next late afternoon, after the football game, Professor Schmidt was going into the liquor store to buy a bottle of Amaretto to help get his hopefully next conquest in the mood when he decided which one to try for first – he would wait until after the first exam to make his first overt move – he wanted someone who didn’t need extra help. When he saw Tyler and his guests walking across the street into the Italian restaurant, he smiled to himself – it reminded him (a bit falsely) of himself at that age.
Daria was on Tyler’s arm, which by itself was enough to make any would-be Lothario a bit envious. However, Jane, Jennifer, Quinn, and Stacy were with them. Jane and Quinn would spend the dinner teasing Daria and trying to ask Tyler probing questions. Jennifer and Stacy were much shyer, and mostly watched the by-play. Seeing the warm by-play between Tyler and Daria, all four were a bit envious of their growing relationship, rather than jealous that Daria was dating Tyler. Stacy and especially Quinn, who of course knew Daria much better, were especially amazed that Daria was being somewhat open and expressive.
-80s-
Week Four
That Thursday, at 9:30 and 3:00, Tyler offered open study sessions for the first Classical & Romantic Music exam, which would be the next morning. This had been his idea, partially to help the students (and of course the 3:00 time slot was chosen to fit Daria’s schedule) and partially because the professor had challenged him to take the exam and Tyler wanted to review the material.
In one sense, the professor was tricky in how he set up the exam. On the other hand, he explained the trick in the written exam instructions (and he gave the students three minutes to read over the instructions before he started the actual exam). Plus, those students who had asked previous students or Tyler had received the same advice. The exam would have several long examples of music (six, as it turned out) and there would be four questions about each. There were also 26 other questions after those 24 questions about the played music. You needed to work on those 26 once you were finished with the four on the music example as the examples went extra-long, otherwise you’d only have about 10 minutes to finish the exam once the music stopped.
Including Tyler, there were 100 students who took the exam – six were missing (two were legitimately ill – Tyler would proctor a makeup exam for them later, the other four were already well on their way to being dismissed from their music program). It was done on a scantron (Tyler had given short reminders on how to do those, in case any had not done them often in the past), and a printout of the scores was posted on Schmidt’s door just after 2:00.
Six had scored perfect 50 out of 50, including both Tyler and Daria. 33 had scored 45-49. Jennifer and Quinn were both relieved to have scored 42s, while Tori felt the same with her score of 41. 24 had scored under 30, although six would breathe a small sigh of relief when Schmidt told them Monday there would be a 2 question curve.
Sandi had received the worst score – 12. Considering four other regular students had gotten perfect scores and several others came close (none of them really friends with Daria), no one believed that Tyler had given Daria extra help – especially because three of the four of the students who had scored perfectly had gone to Tyler for tutoring at least once, as had most of the other A- and A students. None of the students who had gone to Tyler had scored under a 39.
Schmidt noted to the other music faculty at their next department meeting that despite his reluctance to have a TA, if the first exam was anything to go by, grades might be between 7-10% higher than usual. If so, he would ask Tyler to be assigned in the spring and he’d ask for another TA the next year.
Considering his reputation as one of their crankier colleagues, the faculty who didn’t know Tyler yet (the violin instructors all did, as did the orchestra director, and all liked him to some degree) figured he would be worth having around despite not earning a full graduate degree with them.
-80s-
Week 5
Daria had exams in Statistics, Art History (which Tyler also had to take), and Music Theory, and had to make a five-minute speech in the Speech class. Coupled with the rest of her schedule and practices, she was extra busy this week. Tyler took extra time to work on his art.
That Friday, Tyler again whisked Daria away to dinner, this time to a newly-opened Red Lobster. When they got back to his apartment, Daria went to brush her teeth – Tyler had given her a new toothbrush previously. When Tyler came out, after a kiss, Daria pointed to the shelves next to the TV. “Are those what I think they are, and if so, why two?”
“Yeah, they are VCRs. The US and Europe have two different standards, and that larger one converts European tapes to American TVs.”
Daria was impressed, this was a new and expensive technology for 1980. “Are there many movies available? I thought there was mostly, well, self-taped or adult stuff.”
“Partially true,” Tyler agreed. “I think most people use them to tape programs – I have it set to record ‘Doctor Who,’ since I’m not here most evenings.” The program showed at 6:30, Monday through Thursday on a PBS station.
Daria pointed at the tapes on the shelves. “That’s all ‘Doctor Who’?”
“No, most are home movies that were transferred,” he admitted.
“Oh, may I see some?” Daria was curious.
“Okay, let me explain some things.” Tyler led her over to the sofa. Daria, looking puzzled, followed. “My Danish great-grand fathers were both developers, like I told you. In the 1920s, they happened to each have developed, among many other projects, similar projects – resort camps.”
“Like camping?”
“Of a sort – the best translation into English in nature camps, or….”
“Nudist places,” Daria stated.
“Yep. My father went to one when he was on leave in the 1950s, and met my mother.”
“So, you’re a nudist?”
“I was raised as one, yes,” Tyler stated. “My aunt and uncle still run things – three camps in Denmark – two of the original ones were combined – and the company co-owns or has investments in a dozen in Germany, four in France, another four in other places around the Mediterranean, and seven in the Caribbean, plus I own my parents’ house at one in Florida.” Now,” he hurried on, “that doesn’t mean I would expect you to join in even if we do develop a full, long them, relationship.”
“But would you want me to?”
“If you were interested, we could try it; if not, not. If we were to visit Denmark during the summers, we wouldn’t be going to see my relatives, they’d have to come meet us. I would still visit the Caribbean resorts periodically – I am technically a quarter owner of the holding company, but of course not a manager or anything like that. If you don’t like it, I can always sell the place in Florida.”
Daria thought about this – the idea was not new to her. An acquittance of her and Quinn’s in middle school had belonged to such a family. The twins had bravely sunbathed nude with her and her sisters a few times, as they had lived on a fairly private property. The pair, and sometimes Stacy, had laid out topless in their backyard when they had moved to their new house with its private back area. “So, that’s what all those tapes are?” she asked.
“No, some are ‘Doctor Who,’ most are family tapes – Christmas dressed, summers not – and yes, I have a few adult movies.”
“Show me one,” Daria asked simply. “The family ones,” she added.
“Even if….”
No matter what they show,” a slightly embarrassed Daria agreed.
“Okay. We might as well start at the beginning.” He held up a VHS tape. “My dad got an 8 millimeter camera for Christmas, 1961 and a super 8 a few years later. Remember, the super-8 reels were like two and a half minutes long, and some of the 8 millimeter home reels were two.”
Daria sat primly on the edge of the sofa, and Tyler sat carefully slightly further away than usual. The first two segments were indeed Christmas, 1961. The lighting was a bit too dark, and the shots either too short or too long, but Daria’s reaction surprised her: “You were really cute!” and “Your mom was beautiful.”
To the latter comment, Tyler said, “I don’t know if she already knew it, but she was a few months pregnant with my brother.”
The third through seventh reels were in Denmark. About a third of the shots showed mostly land or seascapes, the nudes, when present, in rather long distance. There were several shots of Tyler’s mom, ever more heavily pregnant, until a newborn appeared at the end of the seventh reel. The rest of the screentime was devoted to Tyler: playing with little friends, playing in the surf, and generally running around. The next 10 reels were similar: 4 for the next Christmas and 6 of the following summer.
Daria halted the show after that. “Is it really all that, well, non-sexual at those places?”
“For kids, absolutely,” Tyler responded. “For adults, well, men and women might look a bit more than normal, but they don’t stare or ogle, and no one makes crass comments. Some places have beaches open to day-naturalists, but the actual camping areas are either for couples, families, or sometimes two or more single women – they don’t want men hanging around hoping to score.”
“And teens?” Daria’s tone was slightly teasing.
“Yes, probably more looking than at a junior high or high school, but again, a lot more polite and nothing crass. Probably actually a bit less casual kissing and pairing up for necking and such than high school, and probably less actual sex – oral or vaginal.” Daria blushed a bit. “In between, once there is a couple, probably a bit more touching and stroking, even to orgasm.”
Daria nodded. “Okay, let’s watch ‘Doctor Who’.”
The next day, the marching band performed at half time. Tyler had suggested Daria either shower before he took her out, or she could bring a change of clothes and shower at his place. Daria decided on the latter, and told him to shower before picking her up and that he could prove he was as good a cook as he claimed.
Tyler was surprised when Daria came out of the shower in a t-shirt, bra, short shorts, socks, and moccasins. Daria was surprised to find a tossed salad, mushroom dressing, and a roast duck – from the scent when she had come in, she thought he had bought a pre-roasted chicken. There were also two empty glasses, a water glass and a wine glass.
“If you don’t want wine, I do have Coke or Sprite. If you do, I’ll fill up the glasses with water.”
“A little wine is fine.”
Tyler opened a pink French wine from the Loire. “This is a little sweeter than most rosés, sort of like strawberry,” he said as he poured.
Daria enjoyed the meal, and was glad both that he did not try to over-feed or refill her wine glass when she had refused once. She accepted a small bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream (he had remembered she had mentioned that as her favorite), and joined him on the sofa.
“Tyler….”
“Yes?”
“How many…adult tapes do you own?”
“A fair number, but I only have nine here.”
‘More than I thought,’ she admitted to herself. Still, that allowed for a selection. “All, well….”
“All have actual sex in them,” Tyler told her.
“I’ve never seen, well anything more graphic than an art history book. Is there one, well, that isn’t….”
“Sure,” Tyler said. “Are you sure you want to see it?”
Daria bit her lip and nodded.
Tyler closed the blinds and sheer privacy curtains, sat their water and wines glasses down on coaster on the end table (Daria’s glass still had a few swallows in it), and then selected the tape.
“‘Lily’s Week’,” Tyler translated. “It’s a collection of twelve ten-minute scenes, getting a bit more explicit as it goes on. We can stop whenever you want.”
“Okay,” Daria said as she saw the actress stretching in bed under a sheet. She was a young, cuteish blonde. “How old is she? Sixteen?”
“Eighteen, by a few weeks. Yes, I know her.”
The first reel showed her stretching and exercising in just her panties, and then stripping them off to enter a shower, showing her to be a thin but overall pretty, small-breasted young woman. The second, ‘Monday Date’, showed her necking with a boyfriend for a minute, then the pair stripping and necking over a two-minute period. Then she grasped his penis and gave him a handjob while he stroked her clitoris. While it was not clear if she faked her orgasm, it was clear the young man had not.
‘Tuesday, Executive Lunch,’ had Lily quickly topless in an office and fellating an older but good-looking man. The fourth scene had the young man return, with after a bit of foreplay, the two had coitus in several different positions. Throughout the last two and a half reels, Daria had scooted closer to Tyler, and was not pressed up against him, her face ever more red and her breathing getting a bit quicker.
‘Wednesday-Girls’ Night’ had the blonde with a woman about her age, about the same height but with light brown hair and d-cup breasts. They caressed each other to orgasm but did not kiss below the navel. Daria swallowed the rest of her wine and took a drink of water, although her eyes had not left the action since the film began. ‘Thursday, Executive Privilege’ had the return of the older man and an even older one, albeit still in very good shape. Lily fellated them alternatively for most of the first six minutes.
As the action became obvious in that latter loop, Daria slipped her hands over Tyler’s. Then she moved his left hand down to her thigh, the right at first up to her breasts as she leaned into him. Tyler lightly stroked each, eliciting some small sounds of satisfaction from the young woman – no one had ever touched her quite like this, other than herself. As the double oral action continued on-screen, Daria moved Tyler’s right hand away from her breast, and to his surprise, she slipped his forefinger into her mouth, copying the actions on screen.
Tyler took this as an invitation to stroke under the leg of her loose shorts. On screen, Lily took the older man fully into her mouth – while slightly on the large size of average, this was smaller than most porn penises, and Lily was soon taking three-quarters of it per stroke, while the younger man took her doggy-style.
Daria moved Tyler’s hand from under her shorts to press between her legs, and was sucking two fingers. As the next reel started on the tape, Daria shuddered and moaned as she climaxed. Tyler removed his fingers from her mouth and hugged her close as she rode through the first orgasm anyone else had ever given her.
Daria twisted around, kissing him deeply. When she stopped, all she said was, “Please?”
“Anything you want. If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure I want to at least try.”
“Be right back.” He was, only going the few steps to the kitchen to grab a dishtowel in case of messes. He put his hands on the button to his trousers. “Are you sure?”
Daria reached up, unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped them. She helped Tyler step out of them and then hooked her fingers on his underwear.
Steeling herself, Daria pulled the boxers down and again helped Tyler step out. Only then did she look up.
Daria would soon learn that Tyler was a ‘grower’ rather than a ‘shower.’ She reached towards him as Tyler sat down. She grasped him with both small hands, fully covering a bit more than the entire shaft, and then she moved her hands as she had seen Lily do – however, he kept growing. And growing. In the end, her hands were grasping only about three-quarters of the shaft alone.
Her eyes wide, Daria whispered as she continued to stroke, “Is this okay?”
“Huh-uh, but here….” Tyler adjusted her upper right hand slightly, so the base of Daria’s thumb was hitting the right spot just right. After well over a minute of this stroking, Daria adjusted her hands so his undershaft was fairly clear. She leaned in and kissed him.
Deciding she liked the taste and sensation, and his reaction, she covered his penis first with kisses, and then started licking it like a popsicle and she enjoyed everything about what was happening. After several more minutes, Daria got off her knees and moved up to the couch, breaking rhythm only to strip off her t-shirt and bra. Once there, she managed to start swallowing and sucking on the head and a bit of the shaft while continuing the stroking. Finally, Tyler warned, “Daria….”
Hearing the tone and detecting the different movement and tastes on her tongue, Daria managed to increase her pace slightly, and she was soon rewarded with a large orgasm, which threatened to overflow her mouth. Still, by retreating to the tip, she managed to swallow everything, and even continued to kiss and lick until Tyler was clean, if wet.
Daria collapsed a bit; neck, shoulder, and jaw muscles tired.
As soon as Tyler recovered somewhat, he pulled Daria up to him and kissed her deeply, surprising her. When he started thumbing her left nipple, however, she hugged him tightly and returned the kiss, making certain not to dislodge his thumb.
Daria broke the kiss just long enough to beg, “Please make me cum again.”
Tyler stood, and Daria wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her into the bedroom, took off his shirt and then her shorts and panties, and over the next thirty-five minutes drove Daria to four orgasms between his fingers and tongue.
-80s-
The pair took a long time to recover. Daria even dozed for maybe five minutes. Finally, she rolled partially atop Tyler, kissed him, and said, “Thank you.”
“And thank you,” he replied with a smile.
“Not just for the pleasure. You could have taken my virginity and I would have let you, even wanted you to, but I really am not ready for that. Thank you for respecting that.”
Tyler kissed her.
After nearly a minute, Daria said softly, “May I stay tonight?”
“Of course, but you’d better let Jane know.”
Daria sighed. “You’re right; no way to get out of that.
-80s-
Week 6
There were several different fallouts to Daria’s overnighting. First, to her surprise, when Daria woke up that Sunday morning, she did not feel shy or embarrassed. In fact, she felt closer and even more affectionate, and Tyler felt much the same way. Second, when back in the dorm she had had to give Jane a slightly censored explanation, and Quinn a fairly uncensored one – after all, Quinn had been sharing similar experiences with Daria since a few weeks before they had entered ninth grade. Neither young woman was jealous, although both were rather envious.
Quinn also confessed that she had gotten, in her words, ‘handsy’ on the third date with a Sophomore theater major who was also a third-string football player. Since both sisters were getting active at college, Quinn suggested they both go to the campus infirmary and be prescribed birth control.
Daria had to admit that if she continued like she was, and she hoped to, her virginity would certainly not last until the summer, and possible be gone well before then. She therefore agreed to go with Quinn. When Jane learned about it, she confessed that her mother had her do the same the previous summer.
Unrelated, that Wednesday night, Daria returned to her room to find Quinn, Stacy, and Jennifer there with Jane, three of them consoling Stacy. Apparently, Stacy had had a crush on a Sophomore on another floor, and who had found out about Stacy’s crush. She had rather brutally abused and threatened Stacy, and Jennifer had brought her down to Daria and Jane’s, as it was just a floor away. Jane had called Quinn, and she and Quinn had gone up a floor and threatened the Sophomore if she caused Stacy any problems. She had agreed, if Stacy stayed away.
Daria sighed, and sat on her bed with Stacy sandwiched between the twins. Daria rather liked Stacy, even if she felt the girl was a bit wishy-washy and clingy – she was, however, a good friend to Quinn.
“I don’t think there’s another girl like me on campus,” Stacy muttered as she cried. Daria looked up at Jane, remembering Jane had said she was bi-inclined. Jane shook her head; she wasn’t attracted to Stacy that way.
Jennifer’s eyebrows went up, which both Daria and Jane caught. Daria looked at Jennifer and then to Stacy and back to Jennifer. Sighing, Jennifer shook her head and looked at Jane, with at least a slight look of hope.
Jane looked thoughtful, and then smiled at Jennifer and nodded.
“Well, that takes care of two friends,” Daria thought. “Just not the weeping wonder here.”
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