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80s Daria Chapter 5
By Dr T
Halloween and Beyond
Reminder: this story reflects the attitudes/language of the period around 1980-81
-80s-
Week 10
Monday
Although Tori Jerico only had a background part in the next play, she, like most of the musical theater majors, could usually often be found in the theater building which had a secondary auditorium – the main auditorium was really just that, the theater and backstage area, plus a basement for scenery and props. This other auditorium was found in a three-story building where the top two floors were regular classrooms and faculty offices and a third of ground floor a 500 seat auditorium, and much of the rest of the floor and the basement were devoted to the theater arts as well as a dance studio, plus small practice rooms of different types in part of the basement.
Tori was approaching the theater building when she saw Quinn storming out of the front doors, clearly incredibly angry at something or someone. The two were good friends, although neither thought of the other as anything like a best friend. Tori therefore hustled to follow, partly curious, but also willing to help.
The theater building was about as far from their dorm as any on campus – their dorm was the newest and furthest from the campus center while the theater building was on the opposite side of campus. Quinn continued her march of rage into the dorm and up the flight of stairs on the women’s side, with Tori just managing to gain a little on her by the time they entered the dorm. As Quinn and Stacy roomed on the top floor and Daria and Jane on the second, Tori guessed the latter was Quinn’s destination.
Indeed, when Tori opened the second floor door, Quinn was starting to pound on her sister’s door, a few rooms down the corridor.
“What the hell is going on!” Jane demanded, opening the door. Tori just followed Quinn in, as Jane, pushed back by Quinn, did not immediately shut the door.
“Is Daria here?” Quinn demanded, stomping around the small room.
“Toilet.”
Quinn turned and saw Tori. “Call Stacy and ask her to come down.” Back to stomping.
Tori shrugged and Jane returned it. Jennifer, who was at Jane’s desk, just stared, trying to take in the whole scene. As Tori hung up from asking Stacy to come down in a hurry, Daria entered and demanded, “What is going on here?”
Quinn’s answer was simply, “ARRGH!” followed by a final foot stomp.
“Okay, I know you’re angry,” Daria stated in a calming voice. She approached Quinn and firmly placed her hands on her twin’s shoulders. “Tell me why, and who I have to destroy to fix it.”
Three women blinked at Daria’s very serious, even deadly, tone.
Quinn, however, reacted by grabbing her sister in a hug and breaking down into tears.
Seeing a Stacy panting from her urgent decent arrive at the still-mostly-open door, Jane said quietly, “Come in and shut the door.” Jane put a finger on her lips so that Stacy wouldn’t ask questions.
After a few minutes, Quinn had ceased sobbing and Daria had sat Quinn on her bed, between herself and Stacy and with a box of tissues in her lap. Tori sat next to Jane on Jane’s bed, while Jennifer stayed in Jane’s desk chair.
After blowing her nose, Quinn just looked down at her lap, and finally recounted what had happened. “It was kind of noisy in the music building, so I decided to practice my song in the theater building.” It also had a few practice rooms set up much like the music building’s – small rooms set off in its own corridor, each with an upright piano, a chair, and a music stand, with a small window in the door. The vocal class students all had a song which was to be presented in Voice class that Friday.
“All the practice rooms were dark, and so was the corridor – there was enough light from the main hallway. I didn’t bother with the hall light; I just went to the end room so no one would bug me, opened the door, and flipped on the light.”
“And?” Daria asked gently.
“And there was Jimmy.” This was the football player/acting student she had been dating. “He was bent over the back of the chair, his pants and underwear on the floor. Glen was behind him, his pants down, and he was buggering Jimmy so hard – and they both had their eyes shut tight – they didn’t notice me until I screamed.” Quinn snorted. “They were both so surprised, Glen just stood there with his eyes wide open, but not as much as Jimmy – he was just bent over the chair, partly facing me, his eyes wide and the end of Glen’s cock still in his butt.”
“Glen?” Tori demanded. “You mean Glen, the most effeminate guy on campus, who claims that when he graduates this year he’s going to get the operation to become Glenda? That Glen?”
“That Glen,” Quinn confirmed. “I suppose it’s no worse cheating on me with a guy than a girl, but Glen?” Quinn shuddered. “If he’s anything like his reputation, who knows what disease he might have picked up!”
“Actually, he’s worse,” Tori stated. That drew everyone’s attention. “Remember, my brother graduated from here two years ago. He was on the football team. Apparently, there’s a certain restroom near the men’s locker room. One of the stalls is against a thin plasterboard wall, and there’s a glory hole there into a hard-to-find utility closet.”
“What’s a glory hole?” Jennifer asked before Stacy, Quinn, or Daria could.
“It can be used just as a peep hole, but it’s actually large enough for a guy to stick his thing through.”
“Why would he want to…oh!” Stacy (and the others) got the idea.
“Apparently, football and basketball players know that after practices, they can go there and get a blowjob. What they either don’t know, pretend not to know, or don’t care, is that it’s not a girl on the other side of the wall, but a guy. I know this, and that Glen is, or at least was, one of them because my brother found out.”
“If I told people what happened, what do you think would happen to Jimmy?” Quinn asked.
“I would imagine his teammates would beat the crap out of him,” Daria pointed out.
“And the closeted ones would probably lead the charge, to give themselves cover,” Tori added.
“Then I’ll just break things off,” Quinn stated. “I’m angry, but not that angry.” She pouted. “And we were going to go to the costume party as matching boy/girl cheerleaders.”
“Why don’t you and Stacy, and you Tori, join us?” Daria proposed. After explaining the idea, they all agreed. Tori was also rather easily convinced to pose for Tyler’s painting, either the Pleiades or, if they could get enough models, the Muses.
-80s-
Daria decided to see what she could do about the painting the next day. On the way to get her flute for her weekly lesson, she ran into Cindy. To her surprise, it was easy to convince Cindy to join in on the idea. She came from a large family and was short of spending money. She had come to campus as inexperienced and virginal, and even prudish in every way, but having been seduced by Professor Schmidt she had, to her great retroactive shock, easily lost her inhibitions as quickly as her virginity. She agreed, so long as Tyler would do her a favor, which Daria was sure he would. She was a little shorter than Daria, a cute blonde pixie, pixie haircut and all. While her breasts were the same size as Daria’s, on her slightly smaller, thinner frame, they looked even larger. She had a wide mouth and a gorgeous smile, and the lightest blue eyes Daria has ever seen.
Just before they went off to their respective lessons, Daria remarked on how she hoped they could find two more models – the Muses painting seemed a better idea than the Pleiades. “What about the Jesus twins?” Cindy asked.
That idea startled Daria. These were two Freshman oboe majors. Both were brunettes about an inch taller than Daria. Patti was more elvish than pixie, slender but usually even more stoic in public than Daria, giving off an air of disapproval. Cathy was a touch stockier, somewhat plain to most people’s thinking, although others thought she would be cute if she wasn’t so serious all the time and wore less-nerdish glasses. Both wore fairly identical clothes: below-the-knee skirts, socks, sensible shoes, conservative blouses, usually with a buttoned sweater, although Patti sometimes wore a vest. Neither had even shaved their legs until they had entered college. Each carried a Bible along with their books, and most people thought theirs was the most appropriate random room assignment they had known of.
“Are you serious? I mean, Patti is cute by any definition, and Cathy is nice looking, but what are the odds of them being willing to pose nude in a pagan-themed painting?”
“Other than you, me, and of course Tyler, would anyone else have to know?”
Daria shook her head. “We wouldn’t all be posing together, and Tyler’s two galleries are in Florida and England. But in the end, all the models would want to see the painting.”
“True.” Cindy thought a moment. “Would you and Tyler keep a secret? I mean, don’t even tell Quinn or your roommate.”
“Of course.”
“I know Patti really well; we weren’t best friends, but we have been friends since kindergarten, and she knew she could trust me when she needed someone to talk to. Patti’s father abused her. I don’t know if he actually raped her or what, but it was bad enough for him to leave the state and her mother divorced him even though her church looks down on divorce. She loathes men. I don’t know Cathy’s story; I do know they’re…intimate to at least some degree and questioning their families’ and their own life choices. I know Patti had a few friends, or at least close acquaintances, besides me, but I have the idea that Cathy never even had a somewhat close acquaintance before she met Patti. I think the main reason they wouldn’t do it is because Tyler would be there. I do know that they’re broke, and their parents think they should just get married to some guy from their churches and have babies instead of going to college.” She looked at Daria. “You’d be there, right?”
“For everyone modeling.” The models would know there would be no monkey business on Tyler’s part, and Tyler would have a witness there was none as well.
“I’ll also offer to be there.”
To Daria’s shock, the pair agreed, apparently quite readily. And so, the nine Muses were decided upon, although they wouldn’t start modeling yet.
-80s-
There were a number of interesting costumes at the Halloween party, ranging from the highly imaginative to the barely allowable. There was no doubt who the best group was, however.
Daria, Quinn, Jane, Stacy, Jennifer, and Tori went as autumn nymphs. Stacy had brown hair, Jane black; Daria and Quinn were two very different shades of red (auburn and orange), while Jennifer and Tori were blondes. Quinn suggested the hair dyes, which would easily wash out – red, orange, yellow, and brown streaks were added where necessary to get a good blend. Jane’s hair ended up completely colored.
Each wore a brown skirt which was just above the knee, each with a slit on one side. On top, they wore orange bathing suit tops, with the bottoms on under the skirts rather than panties. Being the heftiest in that area, Daria and Stacy wore regular tops to their two-piece suits. Quinn, Jane, and Jennifer all wore somewhat brief bikini tops, while Tori’s micro top was nearly bannable. Daria had bought Stacy, Jennifer, and Jane their skirts and moccasins; Quinn their bathing suits.
Tyler bought the washable paints (and dyes), and he and Jane painted the other women, while he painted Jane. Their lower shins were painted like grass, the rest of their legs in bark-like browns. Their arms from their shoulders to their fingertips, as well as their throats and faces, were colored with the hues of autumn leaves, while their toros had patterns evoking the trunk, branches, and more leaves. None at the party would see it, but all the painting covered all the girls other than their palms and bottoms of their feet. Tyler was dressed in a Greek chiton, but was body painted (by Jane and, in a certain area, by Daria) in reds and golds, his hair streaked similarly.
Quinn and Daria’s mother was not certain what to make of the group photo taken that evening when she was sent it a week later – she was aware that Daria was dating, but that was all. In the photo, Tyler was in the center, his arms around a somewhat evocative posed and smirking Daria (which surprised her mother in and of itself). Jane had her arm linked with Tyler’s left arm, and her and Jennifer’s arms were around each other’s waist. Quinn and Stacy mirrored them. Tori was kneeling between Daria and Quinn’s legs.
After the dance that Halloween night, however, Tori was the only pouting member of the group, as she had to shower off all the paint without help. Stacy and Quinn, and Jane and Jennifer, showered together as couples and retired to their dorm rooms (Jennifer in Jane’s), while Daria and Tyler did the same in his apartment. That final pair enjoyed improving their oral sex skills over the weekend. That Sunday, Tyler and Jane finished their sketches for the Graces, and brainstormed the best poses for the Muses. To Daria’s surprise, all the Muses’ models had signed their contracts. Cindy would receive a drawing she could give to her lover for Christmas, while Cathy and Patti would have drawings done for each of them. And, of course, all would receive the usual payment.
That Saturday evening, however, Daria and Tyler had another revelatory discussion. “You were really turned on yesterday evening,” Tyler pointed out as they snuggled in post-orgasm bliss.
“I enjoyed washing the paint off you, and vice-versa.”
“Not last night, last evening, from the time everyone stripped through the body painting and on to the party and the photo.”
Daria squirmed a little, then said, “It’s not what you think.”
“Meaning?”
“It’s not that I’m turned on by nude girls, being nude, or even nudity as such….”
“Considering some of your reactions to the movies, you like to watch, watch people stripping, having sex, watching people getting turned on.”
“I guess,” Daria admitted. “What’s that called?”
“Voyeurism. You would have enjoyed seeing Jimmy getting buggered, right?”
“That’s right.” Daria smirked. “On the other hand, I hope that Glen was thicker than you and forgot to lube himself.”
“Ouch!” he teased. “Seriously, want to tell me about it?”
Burying her head on Tyler’s shoulder, Daria confessed. “Until the summer after we turned twelve, Quinn and I shared a double bed. Well, from just after the age of ten, we each in our own ways discovered our bodies changing. After catching each other a few times, especially my catching her, we gave up trying to hide it. After we moved, we still sometimes got together in the other’s bed, or took a bath together. We never touched the other, but we told each other everything. Granted,” Daria smirked, “Quinn soon had a lot more to tell me than I ever had to tell her before this semester.”
“You…?”
“Yes,” Daria said frankly. “That’s who we are. Anyway, I also saw her and Stacy pleasing each other in Quinn’s room. I saw her give three different boys handjobs, and two blowjobs. I admit it, I got turned on yesterday – when you or Jane painted our inner thighs or our nipples, we all got turned on, and I got more aroused when I saw how aroused they were.”
Tyler hugged Daria to reassure her. “And what else turns you on?”
“Apparently almost everything,” she responded dryly. “I know you’re more experienced, not to mention I know you’ve watched more porn than what you have here. You must have ideas of what I might and wouldn’t like.” After a moment, she asked, “How much experience do you have, anyway?”
“In some ways, quite a lot; in others, not as much as you might think. Despite what the parents think, some kids and teens find places to experiment in the naturist camps, at least the ones I stayed at. There was a lot of mutual masturbation going on, same sex and across sexes.”
“So, you have touched guys.”
“Yeah, although I lost interest over that the summer I turned fifteen. Between thirteen and fifteen, I exchanged blowjobs with three different boys. One liked having me up his butt, and I let him do me once.”
“You didn’t like doing those things with guys?”
“When I was younger, I found both boys and girls interesting; I started losing interest in boys that summer, but not the interest in girls. As for the girls….”
“Including me.”
“Let’s see, an even dozen have given me oral sex and I’ve returned the favor with nine. And the same two for vaginal and anal.”
“Lily and Nelly.”
“Right.”
“Even if she was a professional, I’m surprised Lily could take you that way at her age.”
“Well, I wasn’t her first, just the longest.”
After a few minutes, Daria spoke up again. “To change the subject….”
“Yes?”
“Jane mentioned that she and Jennifer are kind of stuck.”
Tyler was confused. “Stuck how?”
“Jennifer’s never even seriously kissed a girl before Jane, or a guy for that matter. It surprised me how little nudity bothers her – less than it did me, I think. Jane kissed and mutually groped one girl a few times.”
“Alright, what are you thinking?” Tyler was sure Daria was planning something.
“You said one of Lily’s movies was a completion of lesbian scenes. Maybe they could come over and get some ideas.”
“And the fact that the sofa folds out into a bed has nothing to do with your plan,” Tyler said dryly.
“Does it?” Daria asked, and Tyler couldn’t be sure now if she had known about the sofa-bed or not. “Even better.”
“And what else is planned for next weekend?”
“Cathy and Patti will be here Saturday, so you’d better have decided what to do with them. Cindy will be here Sunday.”
“You said they were shy, so I have a pose for them to try out. As for the rest of the deal, they do know I won’t pay them when their posing for their personal drawings, just like I won’t charge them?”
“That was the deal I struck; that was the deal we all signed.” Then Daria made a little ‘h’mm’ sound.
“No,” Tyler stated.
“‘No’ what?”
“No, we are not going to have Cathy and Patti watch porn in the hope that they make out so you can get excited. Be satisfied with Jane and Jennifer, if you can convince them. Besides,” he teased, “you’ll get to watch three new naked girls next weekend, two of them, if not all three, very shy in front of us. That should be turn-on enough.”
“True,” Daria admitted. “If it weren’t for the fact that I know my mother will ask us both if we’re still virgins when we get home, and that I want to tell her ‘yes’ – well, that’s the only reason we haven’t.”
“When you’re ready, for whatever reason, we’ll be fine.”
-80s-
Week 11
“Can I ask you something?” Jane inquired.
“You may.”
Jane rolled her eyes but otherwise ignored her friend’s comment. “Okay, so say you want to help Jen and me with our confusion about how to…get it on. What else do you get out of it, or want to get out of it? What do you want to happen?” Seeing Daria hesitate, Jane stated, “I really need you to be honest here, so there are no misunderstandings.”
Seeing Daria blush a bit, Jane asked, “Are you a secret exhibitionist? Looking for a chance to show off?”
“Actually, something of the opposite,” Daria confessed.
Jane frowned, and then asked, “A voyeur?”
“To my surprise…no, shock, yes, I think I might be. I also think I’m willing to be seen by someone like you or Jennifer, in exchange, sort to speak.”
“So, if I get naked and make out with Jen, you might be willing to show off with Tyler?” Jane smirked, especially as Daria was blushing slightly. “I like it. But,” she warned, “I don’t know if Jen could handle seeing you and Tyler having sex.”
“We haven’t…I am still a virgin, even if I’m pretty far from virginal now,” Daria admitted.
“But you admit you’d love to see me playing with Jennifer, caressing her cute little boobies, my hand down her panties….”
“Yes,” Daria snapped, a bit redder.
“Well, no promises. I do know that Jen doesn’t have much in the way of body modesty, but I don’t know if that goes so far as public performances. I suspect,” she went on to admit, “that I might be a bit of a mix of the performance artist with a tad of the actual exhibitionist.”
“I’m not saying you need to put on a show,” Daria retorted, “I’m saying don’t feel inhibited, either.”
“We’ll see what we can come up with.”
-80s-
Since marching band season was over, the band had not met that week. Daria therefore left with Tyler to go to his apartment a little before 4:00. The first thing they did was dress the sofa bed before folding it back; that way Jennifer and Jane could just take off the cushions and unfold it. The (new) pillows were covered and placed on the rocking chair.
When Daria looked down the hall towards the bedrooms, she saw a mirror had been added on the wall – 18 inches wide and 4 ½ feet high, and set so the sofa was at least partially visible. That suggested an idea, and she peaked into the bedroom. Sure enough, there were three more identical mirrors, although these weren’t fixed. As they currently were set up, she would be able to see herself and her actions from her usual positions.
“Nothing on the ceiling?” she teased.
“Nothing I could put in a rented place,” Tyler answered, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. He shifted her so they reflected in a mirror, and he caressed her breasts through her blouse. She made a little sound of pleasure, in part from the sensation, in part from her emotional response, but also because she could see the look of pleasure on her face.
Daria turned in his embrace, and they kissed. “Later, one way, or another.”
Tyler led her into the other bedroom, set up as his studio. The Graces painting would be on a canvas 54 inches wide and 42 inches high. Daria saw the design would have the three figures dancing on the grass, near a stream and with a forest background. The first layer of background paints were laid in, and the figures were very lightly sketched in with a pencil. The stream was nearly finished, as were parts of the sky. That left a huge amount of detail work.
At 5:15, Tyler took a shower, and then left to pick up Jennifer and Jane. Daria took her shower, taking the time to trim her pubic hair a bit after shaving the usual parts – she decided she really couldn’t do much more on the former without a hand mirror and more practice. She then dressed in just panties, loose shorts, a baggy t-shirt, and a fresh pair of socks.
The trio arrived a few minutes later. Daria had told Jane what she would be wearing, and so Jane took their overnight bag into the bedroom and the pair changed while Tyler started dinner and Daria set the table. While neither came out dressed with clothing as loose as Daria, they were just in shorts and t-shirts. Jane was barefoot while Jennifer also wore socks. Jennifer also had her long hair in a ponytail.
Tyler knew how much Daria and Jane liked pizza, so he was making two basically from scratch, although the sauce was a doctored jar sauce. Once they were in the oven, he went to change as well, coming out dressed in shorts, socks, and a muscle ‘wife-beater’ t-shirt.
The quartet enjoyed dinner – one pizza had sausage, mushroom, and bacon, the other sausage, bacon and olives. Jennifer was a bit surprised that Tyler offered wine or beer as well as soda – at Daria’s suggestion, he opened a bottle of red Riuniti Lambrusco – it was certainly to the taste of the three teens, and Jennifer was reassured by the relatively low alcohol content.
After dinner, they viewed the start of the Graces, looked over the sketches, and chatted as they polished off the bottle.
Finally, however, it was time. A little after 8:00, Tyler opened a second bottle of Lambrusco but also set out a jug of cold water and extra glasses. Jane snuggled into the far side of the sofa and pulled Jennifer close. As Tyler went to put the tape in, Daria spoke up.
“The rules….”
“Rules?” Jane asked, a bit surprised.
“Rules,” Daria said firmly. “One, if anyone becomes uncomfortable, say so and we stop. Tyler says each scene becomes more…intense. Two, nothing we say or do tonight is anyone’s business but ours. Please, I suggested this because I hope we’ll enjoy the show, and above all, enjoy ourselves. So three, no judgments. Okay?”
All three agreed, and Tyler turned on the TV and started the tape, while Daria turned off the last lamp. Tyler sat in the easy chair, separated from the sofa only by an end table (which Daria had cleared, so that the two couples were in full eye-sight of each other). Daria sat on Tyler’s lap.
By Dr T
Halloween and Beyond
Reminder: this story reflects the attitudes/language of the period around 1980-81
-80s-
Week 10
Monday
Although Tori Jerico only had a background part in the next play, she, like most of the musical theater majors, could usually often be found in the theater building which had a secondary auditorium – the main auditorium was really just that, the theater and backstage area, plus a basement for scenery and props. This other auditorium was found in a three-story building where the top two floors were regular classrooms and faculty offices and a third of ground floor a 500 seat auditorium, and much of the rest of the floor and the basement were devoted to the theater arts as well as a dance studio, plus small practice rooms of different types in part of the basement.
Tori was approaching the theater building when she saw Quinn storming out of the front doors, clearly incredibly angry at something or someone. The two were good friends, although neither thought of the other as anything like a best friend. Tori therefore hustled to follow, partly curious, but also willing to help.
The theater building was about as far from their dorm as any on campus – their dorm was the newest and furthest from the campus center while the theater building was on the opposite side of campus. Quinn continued her march of rage into the dorm and up the flight of stairs on the women’s side, with Tori just managing to gain a little on her by the time they entered the dorm. As Quinn and Stacy roomed on the top floor and Daria and Jane on the second, Tori guessed the latter was Quinn’s destination.
Indeed, when Tori opened the second floor door, Quinn was starting to pound on her sister’s door, a few rooms down the corridor.
“What the hell is going on!” Jane demanded, opening the door. Tori just followed Quinn in, as Jane, pushed back by Quinn, did not immediately shut the door.
“Is Daria here?” Quinn demanded, stomping around the small room.
“Toilet.”
Quinn turned and saw Tori. “Call Stacy and ask her to come down.” Back to stomping.
Tori shrugged and Jane returned it. Jennifer, who was at Jane’s desk, just stared, trying to take in the whole scene. As Tori hung up from asking Stacy to come down in a hurry, Daria entered and demanded, “What is going on here?”
Quinn’s answer was simply, “ARRGH!” followed by a final foot stomp.
“Okay, I know you’re angry,” Daria stated in a calming voice. She approached Quinn and firmly placed her hands on her twin’s shoulders. “Tell me why, and who I have to destroy to fix it.”
Three women blinked at Daria’s very serious, even deadly, tone.
Quinn, however, reacted by grabbing her sister in a hug and breaking down into tears.
Seeing a Stacy panting from her urgent decent arrive at the still-mostly-open door, Jane said quietly, “Come in and shut the door.” Jane put a finger on her lips so that Stacy wouldn’t ask questions.
After a few minutes, Quinn had ceased sobbing and Daria had sat Quinn on her bed, between herself and Stacy and with a box of tissues in her lap. Tori sat next to Jane on Jane’s bed, while Jennifer stayed in Jane’s desk chair.
After blowing her nose, Quinn just looked down at her lap, and finally recounted what had happened. “It was kind of noisy in the music building, so I decided to practice my song in the theater building.” It also had a few practice rooms set up much like the music building’s – small rooms set off in its own corridor, each with an upright piano, a chair, and a music stand, with a small window in the door. The vocal class students all had a song which was to be presented in Voice class that Friday.
“All the practice rooms were dark, and so was the corridor – there was enough light from the main hallway. I didn’t bother with the hall light; I just went to the end room so no one would bug me, opened the door, and flipped on the light.”
“And?” Daria asked gently.
“And there was Jimmy.” This was the football player/acting student she had been dating. “He was bent over the back of the chair, his pants and underwear on the floor. Glen was behind him, his pants down, and he was buggering Jimmy so hard – and they both had their eyes shut tight – they didn’t notice me until I screamed.” Quinn snorted. “They were both so surprised, Glen just stood there with his eyes wide open, but not as much as Jimmy – he was just bent over the chair, partly facing me, his eyes wide and the end of Glen’s cock still in his butt.”
“Glen?” Tori demanded. “You mean Glen, the most effeminate guy on campus, who claims that when he graduates this year he’s going to get the operation to become Glenda? That Glen?”
“That Glen,” Quinn confirmed. “I suppose it’s no worse cheating on me with a guy than a girl, but Glen?” Quinn shuddered. “If he’s anything like his reputation, who knows what disease he might have picked up!”
“Actually, he’s worse,” Tori stated. That drew everyone’s attention. “Remember, my brother graduated from here two years ago. He was on the football team. Apparently, there’s a certain restroom near the men’s locker room. One of the stalls is against a thin plasterboard wall, and there’s a glory hole there into a hard-to-find utility closet.”
“What’s a glory hole?” Jennifer asked before Stacy, Quinn, or Daria could.
“It can be used just as a peep hole, but it’s actually large enough for a guy to stick his thing through.”
“Why would he want to…oh!” Stacy (and the others) got the idea.
“Apparently, football and basketball players know that after practices, they can go there and get a blowjob. What they either don’t know, pretend not to know, or don’t care, is that it’s not a girl on the other side of the wall, but a guy. I know this, and that Glen is, or at least was, one of them because my brother found out.”
“If I told people what happened, what do you think would happen to Jimmy?” Quinn asked.
“I would imagine his teammates would beat the crap out of him,” Daria pointed out.
“And the closeted ones would probably lead the charge, to give themselves cover,” Tori added.
“Then I’ll just break things off,” Quinn stated. “I’m angry, but not that angry.” She pouted. “And we were going to go to the costume party as matching boy/girl cheerleaders.”
“Why don’t you and Stacy, and you Tori, join us?” Daria proposed. After explaining the idea, they all agreed. Tori was also rather easily convinced to pose for Tyler’s painting, either the Pleiades or, if they could get enough models, the Muses.
-80s-
Daria decided to see what she could do about the painting the next day. On the way to get her flute for her weekly lesson, she ran into Cindy. To her surprise, it was easy to convince Cindy to join in on the idea. She came from a large family and was short of spending money. She had come to campus as inexperienced and virginal, and even prudish in every way, but having been seduced by Professor Schmidt she had, to her great retroactive shock, easily lost her inhibitions as quickly as her virginity. She agreed, so long as Tyler would do her a favor, which Daria was sure he would. She was a little shorter than Daria, a cute blonde pixie, pixie haircut and all. While her breasts were the same size as Daria’s, on her slightly smaller, thinner frame, they looked even larger. She had a wide mouth and a gorgeous smile, and the lightest blue eyes Daria has ever seen.
Just before they went off to their respective lessons, Daria remarked on how she hoped they could find two more models – the Muses painting seemed a better idea than the Pleiades. “What about the Jesus twins?” Cindy asked.
That idea startled Daria. These were two Freshman oboe majors. Both were brunettes about an inch taller than Daria. Patti was more elvish than pixie, slender but usually even more stoic in public than Daria, giving off an air of disapproval. Cathy was a touch stockier, somewhat plain to most people’s thinking, although others thought she would be cute if she wasn’t so serious all the time and wore less-nerdish glasses. Both wore fairly identical clothes: below-the-knee skirts, socks, sensible shoes, conservative blouses, usually with a buttoned sweater, although Patti sometimes wore a vest. Neither had even shaved their legs until they had entered college. Each carried a Bible along with their books, and most people thought theirs was the most appropriate random room assignment they had known of.
“Are you serious? I mean, Patti is cute by any definition, and Cathy is nice looking, but what are the odds of them being willing to pose nude in a pagan-themed painting?”
“Other than you, me, and of course Tyler, would anyone else have to know?”
Daria shook her head. “We wouldn’t all be posing together, and Tyler’s two galleries are in Florida and England. But in the end, all the models would want to see the painting.”
“True.” Cindy thought a moment. “Would you and Tyler keep a secret? I mean, don’t even tell Quinn or your roommate.”
“Of course.”
“I know Patti really well; we weren’t best friends, but we have been friends since kindergarten, and she knew she could trust me when she needed someone to talk to. Patti’s father abused her. I don’t know if he actually raped her or what, but it was bad enough for him to leave the state and her mother divorced him even though her church looks down on divorce. She loathes men. I don’t know Cathy’s story; I do know they’re…intimate to at least some degree and questioning their families’ and their own life choices. I know Patti had a few friends, or at least close acquaintances, besides me, but I have the idea that Cathy never even had a somewhat close acquaintance before she met Patti. I think the main reason they wouldn’t do it is because Tyler would be there. I do know that they’re broke, and their parents think they should just get married to some guy from their churches and have babies instead of going to college.” She looked at Daria. “You’d be there, right?”
“For everyone modeling.” The models would know there would be no monkey business on Tyler’s part, and Tyler would have a witness there was none as well.
“I’ll also offer to be there.”
To Daria’s shock, the pair agreed, apparently quite readily. And so, the nine Muses were decided upon, although they wouldn’t start modeling yet.
-80s-
There were a number of interesting costumes at the Halloween party, ranging from the highly imaginative to the barely allowable. There was no doubt who the best group was, however.
Daria, Quinn, Jane, Stacy, Jennifer, and Tori went as autumn nymphs. Stacy had brown hair, Jane black; Daria and Quinn were two very different shades of red (auburn and orange), while Jennifer and Tori were blondes. Quinn suggested the hair dyes, which would easily wash out – red, orange, yellow, and brown streaks were added where necessary to get a good blend. Jane’s hair ended up completely colored.
Each wore a brown skirt which was just above the knee, each with a slit on one side. On top, they wore orange bathing suit tops, with the bottoms on under the skirts rather than panties. Being the heftiest in that area, Daria and Stacy wore regular tops to their two-piece suits. Quinn, Jane, and Jennifer all wore somewhat brief bikini tops, while Tori’s micro top was nearly bannable. Daria had bought Stacy, Jennifer, and Jane their skirts and moccasins; Quinn their bathing suits.
Tyler bought the washable paints (and dyes), and he and Jane painted the other women, while he painted Jane. Their lower shins were painted like grass, the rest of their legs in bark-like browns. Their arms from their shoulders to their fingertips, as well as their throats and faces, were colored with the hues of autumn leaves, while their toros had patterns evoking the trunk, branches, and more leaves. None at the party would see it, but all the painting covered all the girls other than their palms and bottoms of their feet. Tyler was dressed in a Greek chiton, but was body painted (by Jane and, in a certain area, by Daria) in reds and golds, his hair streaked similarly.
Quinn and Daria’s mother was not certain what to make of the group photo taken that evening when she was sent it a week later – she was aware that Daria was dating, but that was all. In the photo, Tyler was in the center, his arms around a somewhat evocative posed and smirking Daria (which surprised her mother in and of itself). Jane had her arm linked with Tyler’s left arm, and her and Jennifer’s arms were around each other’s waist. Quinn and Stacy mirrored them. Tori was kneeling between Daria and Quinn’s legs.
After the dance that Halloween night, however, Tori was the only pouting member of the group, as she had to shower off all the paint without help. Stacy and Quinn, and Jane and Jennifer, showered together as couples and retired to their dorm rooms (Jennifer in Jane’s), while Daria and Tyler did the same in his apartment. That final pair enjoyed improving their oral sex skills over the weekend. That Sunday, Tyler and Jane finished their sketches for the Graces, and brainstormed the best poses for the Muses. To Daria’s surprise, all the Muses’ models had signed their contracts. Cindy would receive a drawing she could give to her lover for Christmas, while Cathy and Patti would have drawings done for each of them. And, of course, all would receive the usual payment.
That Saturday evening, however, Daria and Tyler had another revelatory discussion. “You were really turned on yesterday evening,” Tyler pointed out as they snuggled in post-orgasm bliss.
“I enjoyed washing the paint off you, and vice-versa.”
“Not last night, last evening, from the time everyone stripped through the body painting and on to the party and the photo.”
Daria squirmed a little, then said, “It’s not what you think.”
“Meaning?”
“It’s not that I’m turned on by nude girls, being nude, or even nudity as such….”
“Considering some of your reactions to the movies, you like to watch, watch people stripping, having sex, watching people getting turned on.”
“I guess,” Daria admitted. “What’s that called?”
“Voyeurism. You would have enjoyed seeing Jimmy getting buggered, right?”
“That’s right.” Daria smirked. “On the other hand, I hope that Glen was thicker than you and forgot to lube himself.”
“Ouch!” he teased. “Seriously, want to tell me about it?”
Burying her head on Tyler’s shoulder, Daria confessed. “Until the summer after we turned twelve, Quinn and I shared a double bed. Well, from just after the age of ten, we each in our own ways discovered our bodies changing. After catching each other a few times, especially my catching her, we gave up trying to hide it. After we moved, we still sometimes got together in the other’s bed, or took a bath together. We never touched the other, but we told each other everything. Granted,” Daria smirked, “Quinn soon had a lot more to tell me than I ever had to tell her before this semester.”
“You…?”
“Yes,” Daria said frankly. “That’s who we are. Anyway, I also saw her and Stacy pleasing each other in Quinn’s room. I saw her give three different boys handjobs, and two blowjobs. I admit it, I got turned on yesterday – when you or Jane painted our inner thighs or our nipples, we all got turned on, and I got more aroused when I saw how aroused they were.”
Tyler hugged Daria to reassure her. “And what else turns you on?”
“Apparently almost everything,” she responded dryly. “I know you’re more experienced, not to mention I know you’ve watched more porn than what you have here. You must have ideas of what I might and wouldn’t like.” After a moment, she asked, “How much experience do you have, anyway?”
“In some ways, quite a lot; in others, not as much as you might think. Despite what the parents think, some kids and teens find places to experiment in the naturist camps, at least the ones I stayed at. There was a lot of mutual masturbation going on, same sex and across sexes.”
“So, you have touched guys.”
“Yeah, although I lost interest over that the summer I turned fifteen. Between thirteen and fifteen, I exchanged blowjobs with three different boys. One liked having me up his butt, and I let him do me once.”
“You didn’t like doing those things with guys?”
“When I was younger, I found both boys and girls interesting; I started losing interest in boys that summer, but not the interest in girls. As for the girls….”
“Including me.”
“Let’s see, an even dozen have given me oral sex and I’ve returned the favor with nine. And the same two for vaginal and anal.”
“Lily and Nelly.”
“Right.”
“Even if she was a professional, I’m surprised Lily could take you that way at her age.”
“Well, I wasn’t her first, just the longest.”
After a few minutes, Daria spoke up again. “To change the subject….”
“Yes?”
“Jane mentioned that she and Jennifer are kind of stuck.”
Tyler was confused. “Stuck how?”
“Jennifer’s never even seriously kissed a girl before Jane, or a guy for that matter. It surprised me how little nudity bothers her – less than it did me, I think. Jane kissed and mutually groped one girl a few times.”
“Alright, what are you thinking?” Tyler was sure Daria was planning something.
“You said one of Lily’s movies was a completion of lesbian scenes. Maybe they could come over and get some ideas.”
“And the fact that the sofa folds out into a bed has nothing to do with your plan,” Tyler said dryly.
“Does it?” Daria asked, and Tyler couldn’t be sure now if she had known about the sofa-bed or not. “Even better.”
“And what else is planned for next weekend?”
“Cathy and Patti will be here Saturday, so you’d better have decided what to do with them. Cindy will be here Sunday.”
“You said they were shy, so I have a pose for them to try out. As for the rest of the deal, they do know I won’t pay them when their posing for their personal drawings, just like I won’t charge them?”
“That was the deal I struck; that was the deal we all signed.” Then Daria made a little ‘h’mm’ sound.
“No,” Tyler stated.
“‘No’ what?”
“No, we are not going to have Cathy and Patti watch porn in the hope that they make out so you can get excited. Be satisfied with Jane and Jennifer, if you can convince them. Besides,” he teased, “you’ll get to watch three new naked girls next weekend, two of them, if not all three, very shy in front of us. That should be turn-on enough.”
“True,” Daria admitted. “If it weren’t for the fact that I know my mother will ask us both if we’re still virgins when we get home, and that I want to tell her ‘yes’ – well, that’s the only reason we haven’t.”
“When you’re ready, for whatever reason, we’ll be fine.”
-80s-
Week 11
“Can I ask you something?” Jane inquired.
“You may.”
Jane rolled her eyes but otherwise ignored her friend’s comment. “Okay, so say you want to help Jen and me with our confusion about how to…get it on. What else do you get out of it, or want to get out of it? What do you want to happen?” Seeing Daria hesitate, Jane stated, “I really need you to be honest here, so there are no misunderstandings.”
Seeing Daria blush a bit, Jane asked, “Are you a secret exhibitionist? Looking for a chance to show off?”
“Actually, something of the opposite,” Daria confessed.
Jane frowned, and then asked, “A voyeur?”
“To my surprise…no, shock, yes, I think I might be. I also think I’m willing to be seen by someone like you or Jennifer, in exchange, sort to speak.”
“So, if I get naked and make out with Jen, you might be willing to show off with Tyler?” Jane smirked, especially as Daria was blushing slightly. “I like it. But,” she warned, “I don’t know if Jen could handle seeing you and Tyler having sex.”
“We haven’t…I am still a virgin, even if I’m pretty far from virginal now,” Daria admitted.
“But you admit you’d love to see me playing with Jennifer, caressing her cute little boobies, my hand down her panties….”
“Yes,” Daria snapped, a bit redder.
“Well, no promises. I do know that Jen doesn’t have much in the way of body modesty, but I don’t know if that goes so far as public performances. I suspect,” she went on to admit, “that I might be a bit of a mix of the performance artist with a tad of the actual exhibitionist.”
“I’m not saying you need to put on a show,” Daria retorted, “I’m saying don’t feel inhibited, either.”
“We’ll see what we can come up with.”
-80s-
Since marching band season was over, the band had not met that week. Daria therefore left with Tyler to go to his apartment a little before 4:00. The first thing they did was dress the sofa bed before folding it back; that way Jennifer and Jane could just take off the cushions and unfold it. The (new) pillows were covered and placed on the rocking chair.
When Daria looked down the hall towards the bedrooms, she saw a mirror had been added on the wall – 18 inches wide and 4 ½ feet high, and set so the sofa was at least partially visible. That suggested an idea, and she peaked into the bedroom. Sure enough, there were three more identical mirrors, although these weren’t fixed. As they currently were set up, she would be able to see herself and her actions from her usual positions.
“Nothing on the ceiling?” she teased.
“Nothing I could put in a rented place,” Tyler answered, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. He shifted her so they reflected in a mirror, and he caressed her breasts through her blouse. She made a little sound of pleasure, in part from the sensation, in part from her emotional response, but also because she could see the look of pleasure on her face.
Daria turned in his embrace, and they kissed. “Later, one way, or another.”
Tyler led her into the other bedroom, set up as his studio. The Graces painting would be on a canvas 54 inches wide and 42 inches high. Daria saw the design would have the three figures dancing on the grass, near a stream and with a forest background. The first layer of background paints were laid in, and the figures were very lightly sketched in with a pencil. The stream was nearly finished, as were parts of the sky. That left a huge amount of detail work.
At 5:15, Tyler took a shower, and then left to pick up Jennifer and Jane. Daria took her shower, taking the time to trim her pubic hair a bit after shaving the usual parts – she decided she really couldn’t do much more on the former without a hand mirror and more practice. She then dressed in just panties, loose shorts, a baggy t-shirt, and a fresh pair of socks.
The trio arrived a few minutes later. Daria had told Jane what she would be wearing, and so Jane took their overnight bag into the bedroom and the pair changed while Tyler started dinner and Daria set the table. While neither came out dressed with clothing as loose as Daria, they were just in shorts and t-shirts. Jane was barefoot while Jennifer also wore socks. Jennifer also had her long hair in a ponytail.
Tyler knew how much Daria and Jane liked pizza, so he was making two basically from scratch, although the sauce was a doctored jar sauce. Once they were in the oven, he went to change as well, coming out dressed in shorts, socks, and a muscle ‘wife-beater’ t-shirt.
The quartet enjoyed dinner – one pizza had sausage, mushroom, and bacon, the other sausage, bacon and olives. Jennifer was a bit surprised that Tyler offered wine or beer as well as soda – at Daria’s suggestion, he opened a bottle of red Riuniti Lambrusco – it was certainly to the taste of the three teens, and Jennifer was reassured by the relatively low alcohol content.
After dinner, they viewed the start of the Graces, looked over the sketches, and chatted as they polished off the bottle.
Finally, however, it was time. A little after 8:00, Tyler opened a second bottle of Lambrusco but also set out a jug of cold water and extra glasses. Jane snuggled into the far side of the sofa and pulled Jennifer close. As Tyler went to put the tape in, Daria spoke up.
“The rules….”
“Rules?” Jane asked, a bit surprised.
“Rules,” Daria said firmly. “One, if anyone becomes uncomfortable, say so and we stop. Tyler says each scene becomes more…intense. Two, nothing we say or do tonight is anyone’s business but ours. Please, I suggested this because I hope we’ll enjoy the show, and above all, enjoy ourselves. So three, no judgments. Okay?”
All three agreed, and Tyler turned on the TV and started the tape, while Daria turned off the last lamp. Tyler sat in the easy chair, separated from the sofa only by an end table (which Daria had cleared, so that the two couples were in full eye-sight of each other). Daria sat on Tyler’s lap.
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