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80s Daria Chapter 9
By Dr T
End of Spring, into the First Summer
When classes resumed after Easter, there were only two weeks of class remaining. In addition to having to produce final papers and study for finals, there were a number of concerts and performances to squeeze in. For Daria, that meant weekend concerts for the Symphonic Band and the Orchestra, as well as her and Tyler’s appearances in ‘The Pajama Game.’ There were also performances of the composition class during two week nights.
It was after the second composition concert that Sam asked if she could have a private talk with Daria. Both had attended more than the minimum number of concerts, and so skipped over the last Promenade. Daria went to Sam’s dorm room during the usual Prom time – Sam had a single room and, since the Symphonic Band had performed the previous Sunday, Daria also had the 4:00 time slot open – she would have to be at the Theater by 7:00, and of course would want dinner before hand.
“First of all, thanks for all your help this semester,” Sam started off. “I don’t just mean the quartet.” She had been drawn into the various study groups Daria coordinated, if not out-right ran. While Sam was a talented composer and overall well above-average in intelligence, she was not a natural academic and Daria had helped tutor her a little in some of the non-musical courses. She gave Daria a small, slightly twisted smile. “I was never the most…companionable of people.”
Daria returned the smile. “Being Quinn’s twin, I didn’t have much choice, but I think I would have been similar, otherwise.”
Sam sighed. “People think me odd, don’t they?”
Daria considered this for a moment. Finally, she said, “Yes, but probably not to the degree you think they do – really think just about the hundred or so of us in the Freshman music programs – there are some very…individualistic types. Do you really think you stand out that much?”
A bit surprised, Sam asked, “Really?”
“Really. I hate to bring this up, but if you hadn’t been rather vocal last semester about being anti-sex and totally disinterested, and – and I hate mentioning looks – if you shaved your legs – you might not have been seen as odd at all.” Daria gave Sam a look of curiosity. “Are you really not interested in anyone, male or female?”
Sam blushed slightly. “To be honest, before last semester, no, I had never met anyone that sparked the slightest bit of attraction, male or female.”
“And now?”
“It’s odd….”
“What is?”
“I found some, well, girls attractive, but, well, when I tried to imagine….”
“You had never touched yourself before?”
Sam blushed a bit more. “I had; not very often, and it was always…non-specific.”
“Ah.”
“Anyways, I felt something was missing. I even went to the porn movie to see if I could figure what I was missing – I didn’t really find anyone in it all that attractive, but, well, someone, probably some guy, tossed a men’s magazine away that I found up in the upper entrance of the music building – he must have tossed it towards the trash can and didn’t notice he had missed, or maybe he was hiding it for some reason. I don’t suppose you know the magazine ‘High Society’?”
“Not really. I’ve seen it in the bookstores.”
“Anyway, they had a column written by, well…a guy who’s becoming a woman.”
“Ah, a sex change.”
“In the photo, he looked like a she, except he still had his…you know.” If she got much redder, Daria was afraid Sam might have a stroke of some kind.
Daria merely commented in an off-hand way, to show she found the idea normal. “And you liked the look?”
“Yep, and I realized that’s what was missing – I liked the men’s….”
“Genitalia?” Daria suggested after a moment’s pause.
“Yes. I mean, I don’t mind being a girl most of the time, but I sort of wish I had a, well, had a penis as well as my vagina, and wish I could meet someone like that.”
“I don’t think people with that condition, at least to that extent, are all that common. Do you know what a dildo is?”
“Yes,” Sam admitted.
“You can get a harness for one, so….”
“H’mm,” Sam broke in, obviously visualizing the idea, “that…that might be interesting.”
“But?”
“But I was also interested in, well, you’re committed to Tyler, aren’t you?”
“Ah, I’m one of the girls you were attracted to.” Daria smiled a little.
“Guilty.” Looking a bit sad, Sam asked, “Do you hate me?”
“Of course not. If I wasn’t with someone else, you’re nice, interesting, and cute.”
“I’m not. And anyway, I can never act on it even if someone did like me.”
“What part of you do you think is not cute? I mean, I understand why you might not like being CALLED that, but you are. So why couldn’t someone be attracted to you? You don’t have that off-setting a personality.”
Eyes down, Sam stated in a whisper, “I’m deformed.”
“Do you want to tell me about it?” Seeing the hesitation, Daria added, “Look, after six years of junior and senior high showers, lots of sleep overs, and so on, I’ve seen dozens and dozens of nude women. If it’s your genitalia, there’s a huge amount of variation.”
Sam swallowed nervously, and stood up. She pulled down her jeans and her boxers, looking over Daria head.
Daria could tell that Sam had an enlarged clitoris – but it was hardly a deformity in her opinion – she had never seen one this prominent, but a few had been close. No doubt, if fully excited, it might extend about an inch, but her thick curly pubic hair pretty well disguised it at the moment. “So?” She looked up and a surprised Sam finally looked down at Daria. “If you want, come with us this Sunday – we’re going to a nudist camp for the day. If you stand out for anything, other than being attractive, it will be because most women will have shaved legs. And notice, I said ‘most’.”
“Really? It’s not…disgusting?”
Daria smiled, “Look, unless you want a one-time get-together, take my word for it. You are not.”
Sam managed a small smile. “No, I would want more than that.”
“More than once would have to involve Tyler.” Sam flushed at that idea. Daria leaned forward and kissed Sam’s navel. “So, want to go nudist with us?”
“Just you and Tyler, or others?”
“Jane and Quinn.”
Sam bit her lower lip, and then nodded. “Okay. You’ll just have to put up with my hairy legs.”
*
And so, late the first Sunday morning in May, Tyler and Daria, joined by Jane, Quinn, and a nervous Sam in the back seat, drove off to a Virgina nudist camp. It was a ninety-minute drive. The teens kept up light chatter, mostly trying to keep Sam calm. When they were in the locker room, they ignored Sam steeling herself to fully expose herself. She blushed when Daria took her hand and half-dragged her outside into the bright sunlight.
Sam was glad to see that there were a few other (mostly older) women, and even two teens, who hadn’t shaved. As self-conscious as she was, she noted that no one paid any close attention to her pubic area. Beyond that, she enjoyed the nudity on many levels. She was coming to understand that while she could appreciate a number of females, and even a few males, on an aesthetic level, there would only be even a hint of sexual attraction with those that she actually, personally knew to at least some degree. She therefore enjoyed having Daria and Tyler coat her back, backside, and the back of her thighs with sunscreen, and returning the favor. Quinn was friendly, and Jane was also a little flirty. It even seemed as if Daria and Tyler were as well, as they included her (and Jane) in their somewhat flirtatious banter. Quinn, unsurprisingly, flirted with nearly every unattached male or female between the ages of 16-25.
All in all, all five had a good time. “Sort of like summer camp for adults,” Sam said shortly after they left the camp.
“From the approval in your voice, you liked summer camp more than I did,” Daria said dryly. Quinn rolled her eyes at that – she’d also rather enjoyed summer camp in her tweens, even if she and Daria had had to endure silly ‘Parent Trap’ jokes about being twins as well as being non-identical twins.
Sam, rather shyly for her, asked if she might come back with Tyler and Daria during the first summer session, as she would be taking summer classes. Amongst Daria’s other friends, only Patti and Cathy would be coming to summer school.
The other event of finals week, besides the final exams, juried performances for the music majors, and so forth, was the unveiling of Tyler’s ‘The Modern Muses’ to all the models.
From left to right, the Muses were:
Thalia – Comedy – Quinn; standing, three-quarters facing forward, comedy mask in right hand, blocking her pubic hair;
Clio – History – Cathy and
Polyhymnia – Hymns – Patti; facing each other, bodies half turned toward, their forward arms up, holding hands and blocking their ears and back portion of their profiles , books open at their feet;
Urania – Astronomy – Cindy; standing full frontal looking slightly towards Stacy, holding an astrolabe over her navel;
Erato – Lyric Poetry – Stacy; standing full frontal, smiling the most and looking straight ahead; holding a small book in her left hand;
Terpsichore – Dance – Tori; standing ‘en pointe’, looking slightly towards Stacy
Euterpe – Flute – Jennifer, standing face forward, playing a modern flute;
Calliope – Epic Poetry – Jane; also standing face forward, with her right foot on a pile of thick books, both hands on her right knee;
Melpomene – Tragedy – Daria; seated facing forward on a small boulder with legs together, tragedy mask held up in her right hand, obscuring her mouth and chin.
All the models whose mouth could be seen were smiling to some degree and had their hair loose, and all looked both relaxed and attractive.
The nine models all came to lunch at Tyler’s, where they admired each other’s portraits. To most of their surprise, Patti and Cathy had asked that Sam be allowed to come as well. The other models were fine with that.
“Should I be upset you’ve never asked me to pose?” Sam teased.
“You could make a wonderful Artemis,” Tyler responded.
“I guess we know what you’ll be painting during the first summer session,” Daria stated with a small smile.
*
Finals ended on Monday, May 11. The dorms opened for the first summer session on the 17th, classes running from the 19th through Friday, June 26th. Quinn and the other three Disney-workers had to report for orientation on the 16th, and so drove down to Florida in Quinn’s car on the 13th. Basically, Quinn had just enough time to go home, wash some clothes, and leave. Helen was not happy with that, and even less happy with the fact that Daria did not bother coming home at all. The only thing that eased her frown slightly was when Quinn’s grades arrived Friday (achieving a GPA of 3.43) and a photocopy of Daria’s arrived the following Monday (her B+ in Calculus meant her GPA was ‘only’ a 3.89).
While Patti went home for the week, Sam (the financially spoiled semi-estranged only child of a very wealthy widowed workaholic corporate lawyer father) rented a cabin at the nudist camp and dragged Cathy along. To her surprise, although incredibly embarrassed, she would talk Patti into joining her and Sam at the camp every Thursday-Sunday during the summer. Tyler and Daria would be doing the same during the first session.
Patti and Cathy were both taking Music Theory III and its lab in session one and Theory IV in the second, while Sam was taking French III and IV. All three joined Daria in taking golf – students had to take three phys ed courses. They also had to take a health class, and while most took it their Freshman year, Daria hadn’t. She was therefore taking that 2 credit course and the three gym classes – golf, plus swimming and a dance/exercise class. Tyler, besides finishing the two papers he owed for the previous year’s musicology courses, was taking a graduate summer course on The Musicology of Jazz.
Summer classes met Monday through Thursday; Daria therefore spent Sunday through Wednesday nights in her single dorm room, Thursday through Saturday nights (and Fridays through Sunday afternoons) at the camp, along with the others, albeit in two cabins. The undergraduates were not happy that they had to stay in a different, older dorm – two-thirds of the dorm space was closed for the summer.
Daria therefore had a fairly easy, if full, time of it – her swimming class was at 8:00 and her dance class was at 3:00. Between the exercise during the week and being fairly active on the weekend, Daria, never really out of condition, would be in the best condition of her life to date by the end of the session. While she had never been interested in tanning, an hour learning golf four days a week and being nude three days gave her a healthy tan, although she was careful not to overdo it. The rest of the days were spent practicing.
Tyler’s one class was at 6:00 pm. Sam would drive Daria to the apartment at 4:00, where she would pose as Artemis for an hour and then leave. Tyler would drive Daria back to her dorm as well. Three weeks into the summer, as Sam was about to get dressed that Tuesday, she asked the pair, “Are those offers still open?”
“Which offers are those?” Daria asked, while Tyler’s eyes went wide as he guessed.
“You and I getting together, and then the three of us,” Sam stated directly, if nervously.
Daria rather squeaked in surprise.
“Have you decided you’re partially interested in guys after all?” Tyler asked.
“Actually, not as such,” Sam admitted. She blushed bright red, but said, “I don’t want you inside me down there or even back there, at least not at first, as much as I’d…I’d like Daria to teach me…well….” She turned her head and managed to mutter, “Oral sex.”
“You want to practice giving oral sex to men and women,” Daria managed to ask.
“Yes.” She swallowed nervously. “I’ve been thinking about both for months, and I think you two are the only ones I can trust.”
Daria and Tyler exchanged looks, and Tyler mouthed, “Totally up to you.”
Swallowing her nervousness, Daria managed to say, “Okay.”
The next afternoon, Tyler kissed Daria gently as she left his car. The two women ate dinner almost silently, went back to their dorm to brush their teeth, and then Daria joined Sam in her room.
The two sat on Sam’s cot for nearly a minute in silence. Daria finally broke the silence by asking, “Have you ever kissed someone?”
Eyes slightly averted, Sam simply shook her head. The last time she had even been hugged had been nearly 10 years before, at her mother’s burial.
Daria leaned over and kissed her lightly. She smiled very slightly as she pulled back. “You’re way too tense.” She stood and turned around. “If you’re sure you want to try this, strip and then lie down on your stomach – just tell me when you want to turn around or if I should go.”
“Don’t go.” It took more than a few seconds, but finally Daria heard Sam get off the cot and strip. Finally, “Okay….”
Turning around, Daria saw that Sam had her head in her arms and was facing away. Daria toed off her sneakers and pulled off her shirt (she had taken her bra off before she came over to Sam’s room) and sat on the cot. Daria and Quinn had given each other massages after dance classes and at other times, and Daria had also massaged Jane and especially Tyler often. She had also given backrubs to a number of other co-eds and was considered very good at it.
Daria therefore slowly massaged Sam’s shoulders and slowly worked her shoulder and then back muscles loose, even though it took over ten minutes. She stopped at Sam’s buttocks, simply letting the backs of her fingers trail down from Sam’s lower back, over her legs, and then to her feet, where she picked up the massage, slowly working her way back up each foot and then calf and then finally just above the knees. Sam tensed at the point, so Daria concentrated on the outer thighs.
Sam relaxed, and stayed that way even as Daria massaged her butt. Then Sam’s eyes, which had been closed, went wide as she felt Daria’s tongue ease up her spine. Daria climbed onto the cot, losing her shorts and panties as she did so. She laid partially on Sam’s back and partially off to the far side, so they ended up face-to-face.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Hi?”
Daria moved closer, and drew Sam into a hug, and then into a deep kiss. Sam felt Daria’s tongue run across her lips, and she opened her own to let Daria in.
Sam lost herself in the feeling of Daria’s mouth on hers, on Daria’s hand going down her bare back to caress her ass, of her own hand slowly doing the same to Daria.
Suddenly Sam realized that Daria was moving, her lips kissing and tongue licking down her throat as she was being turned onto her back. She moaned as Daria’s hand caressed the back of her thigh, her fingers just tickling the inner portion, and then again as her tiny rock-hard areola and nipple were captured by Daria’s lips. Sam’s breasts were tiny – each the size of half an apricot, high and firm on her chest, and her areola and nipples were very sensitive. She felt the wetness form between her legs more than ever before, even as Daria licked her way to her other nipple, and then her tongue traced its way to her navel for a moment, and then onwards.
Daria bypassed Sam’s fully-engorged clitoris, licking around it to first her right and then over to her left upper thigh, And then, Daria went to where she had hoped to someday go, and her tongue entered Sam’s moist center.
Sam squeaked in a minor orgasm, and that was before Daria went to work in earnest on her labia and then finally her clitoris. Daria eased her forefinger into Sam, and found it a very tight passage, and was unable to use two fingers without tearing Sam’s hymen. Sam had moaned at the first finger, but managed to pant “Back door!” once she had felt the second finger trying to enter her. Daria stopped trying to use two fingers, instead getting her second finger slick inside Sam. Then she put her forefinger back inside Sam while slipping her second finger up her rectum, all the while working the upper part of the vagina, labia, and clit with her tongue. During all this, Sam had two more minor orgasms, but then grabbed and screamed into her pillow, her back arched.
When Sam settled back on cot, the pillow tossed away, and her neck ringed with sweat, Daria moved up and kissed her deeply, sharing Sam’s tastes with her. Sam kissed Daria far more deeply than she had before, and then just hugged her, saying “Thank you.”
The two laid there for nearly ten minutes before Sam kissed Daria gently, and then started her own trip down Daria by gently nuzzling her neck, her hand hesitantly moving to caress Daria’s breasts. Finally, Sam went down to suckle her Daria’s nipples; Daria’s hands roaming Sam’s bare back. After a time, Sam’s hand drifted down and brushed against Daria’s labia – between the light fingering and suckling, Daria had a small orgasm.
This encouraged Sam to continue her tonguing down Daria’s belly. She hesitated a moment, but then her finger entered Daria as she started licking around Daria’s labia. After a few minutes of this, Daria suggested that Sam add a second finger, and to then use it on her like she had on Sam. This would finally allow Daria to enjoy a second orgasm. The two cuddled for a bit, Daria more comfortable with it than Sam, unused to physical closeness, never mind affection.
*
The group headed out to the nudist camp Thursday evening. Cathy and Patti went off to the cabin Sam was renting, a bit surprised that Sam was going off with Daria and Tyler after stripping off in their cabin.
Seeing how nervous Sam was, Tyler gently told her, “We don’t have to….”
“I really want to try,” Sam broke in. “I’m just not sure how to start.”
“Come with me,” Daria told them, leading them into the bedroom of their cabin. She had Tyler lie down. She had Sam lay down on Tyler’s lower left side while she knelt next to his upper right side. This would give her a good angle for deep sucking.
Daria gave Sam a five minute introduction to male genitalia. She demonstrated a variety of ways of using her hands on the testicles and shaft, and different ways to use her lips and tongue before demonstrating how to deepthroat Tyler’s nine inches, to Sam’s amazement.
Sam hesitated a moment when Daria offered to switch positions with her, but Sam finally moved, bent over, and took Tyler in hand. She tentatively licked up and down the shaft for a bit, until she became comfortable. She took the head and an inch or so of the shaft into her mouth and slowly pistoned up and down, her drool making it slicker and more enjoyable to herself as well as Tyler, but she was having trouble coordinating her head movements with her hands.
Daria therefore added her right hand, and soon had Tyler ejaculating into Sam’s mouth. She choked a bit trying to swallow it all, and ended up with a mouthful. Seemingly unsure what to do about that, Daria helped out by kissing her and sucking the cum out of Sam’s mouth before turning her attention to Tyler’s cock, cleaning up the ejaculate from the penis. Sam, meanwhile, had sat back thoughtfully.
Seeing Daria look at her, Sam told them, but speaking mostly at Daria, “I…I liked both. Well, I don’t think I could really get into foreplay with a guy like I did you.” She blushed slightly. “I really liked sucking and feeling your boobs. But I really liked going down on both of you, even though it was so different.” She looked at both. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but I really think you should come over to try one more thing – from what you’ve said and what I observed, I think you’ll like it.”
Seeing the curious looks, Daria told them. Although surprised, Sam admitted interest, and Tyler was willing to give it a go, with a modification that made all happy.
*
The trio spent Friday playing in the sun as usual, but retired again to Tyler and Daria’s cabin after dinner. They started, after a mutual shower, with Daria lying in bed and Tyler and Sam pleasuring her – kissing and licking her from forehead to toes. Sam was amused at how giggly the often publicly stoic Daria was when her insteps were massaged and nibbled on. They then alternated suckling a nipple while the other licked her labia and clit, until Daria had had three orgasms.
Sam then became the center of attention, with Daria concentrating on kissing her and playing with her nipples while Tyler brought her to a pair of orgasm with tongue and fingers. Daria’s finger then took over, lubing up Sam’s rectum while she went down on her, arousing Sam yet again. Tyler, having put on a condom, alternated putting a bit of lube on Daria’s finger tips and adding more over the condom, which also kept him erect.
Finally, Tyler laid on his back. Sam straddled him, her eyes shut. Daria directed traffic, and Sam slowly backed down, allowing Tyler’s condomed cock to slide fully through her relaxed rectum and deep into her bowel, causing her to make little surprised mews, mostly of pleasure. Sam moved back and forth, and Daria, somewhat precariously positioned behind her, massaged Sam’s breasts and clit.
Tyler managed to hold off until Sam had orgasmed twice before he came as well. The three collapsed, Tyler’s shrinking out of Sam. Daria eased the condom off, making sure not to spill anything, and sucked Tyler clean – as usual glad they had found flavored condoms which worked all around.
After the trio had rested, Sam thanked them both. Sam knew that this week was a one-off – she really hoped she could find someone who could satisfy her needs and that she could care for as well. Tyler and Daria were content to have had a successful experiment, having helped a friend and fulfilled Daria’s fantasy.
Neither felt the need to make such an experience part of their lives.
By Dr T
End of Spring, into the First Summer
When classes resumed after Easter, there were only two weeks of class remaining. In addition to having to produce final papers and study for finals, there were a number of concerts and performances to squeeze in. For Daria, that meant weekend concerts for the Symphonic Band and the Orchestra, as well as her and Tyler’s appearances in ‘The Pajama Game.’ There were also performances of the composition class during two week nights.
It was after the second composition concert that Sam asked if she could have a private talk with Daria. Both had attended more than the minimum number of concerts, and so skipped over the last Promenade. Daria went to Sam’s dorm room during the usual Prom time – Sam had a single room and, since the Symphonic Band had performed the previous Sunday, Daria also had the 4:00 time slot open – she would have to be at the Theater by 7:00, and of course would want dinner before hand.
“First of all, thanks for all your help this semester,” Sam started off. “I don’t just mean the quartet.” She had been drawn into the various study groups Daria coordinated, if not out-right ran. While Sam was a talented composer and overall well above-average in intelligence, she was not a natural academic and Daria had helped tutor her a little in some of the non-musical courses. She gave Daria a small, slightly twisted smile. “I was never the most…companionable of people.”
Daria returned the smile. “Being Quinn’s twin, I didn’t have much choice, but I think I would have been similar, otherwise.”
Sam sighed. “People think me odd, don’t they?”
Daria considered this for a moment. Finally, she said, “Yes, but probably not to the degree you think they do – really think just about the hundred or so of us in the Freshman music programs – there are some very…individualistic types. Do you really think you stand out that much?”
A bit surprised, Sam asked, “Really?”
“Really. I hate to bring this up, but if you hadn’t been rather vocal last semester about being anti-sex and totally disinterested, and – and I hate mentioning looks – if you shaved your legs – you might not have been seen as odd at all.” Daria gave Sam a look of curiosity. “Are you really not interested in anyone, male or female?”
Sam blushed slightly. “To be honest, before last semester, no, I had never met anyone that sparked the slightest bit of attraction, male or female.”
“And now?”
“It’s odd….”
“What is?”
“I found some, well, girls attractive, but, well, when I tried to imagine….”
“You had never touched yourself before?”
Sam blushed a bit more. “I had; not very often, and it was always…non-specific.”
“Ah.”
“Anyways, I felt something was missing. I even went to the porn movie to see if I could figure what I was missing – I didn’t really find anyone in it all that attractive, but, well, someone, probably some guy, tossed a men’s magazine away that I found up in the upper entrance of the music building – he must have tossed it towards the trash can and didn’t notice he had missed, or maybe he was hiding it for some reason. I don’t suppose you know the magazine ‘High Society’?”
“Not really. I’ve seen it in the bookstores.”
“Anyway, they had a column written by, well…a guy who’s becoming a woman.”
“Ah, a sex change.”
“In the photo, he looked like a she, except he still had his…you know.” If she got much redder, Daria was afraid Sam might have a stroke of some kind.
Daria merely commented in an off-hand way, to show she found the idea normal. “And you liked the look?”
“Yep, and I realized that’s what was missing – I liked the men’s….”
“Genitalia?” Daria suggested after a moment’s pause.
“Yes. I mean, I don’t mind being a girl most of the time, but I sort of wish I had a, well, had a penis as well as my vagina, and wish I could meet someone like that.”
“I don’t think people with that condition, at least to that extent, are all that common. Do you know what a dildo is?”
“Yes,” Sam admitted.
“You can get a harness for one, so….”
“H’mm,” Sam broke in, obviously visualizing the idea, “that…that might be interesting.”
“But?”
“But I was also interested in, well, you’re committed to Tyler, aren’t you?”
“Ah, I’m one of the girls you were attracted to.” Daria smiled a little.
“Guilty.” Looking a bit sad, Sam asked, “Do you hate me?”
“Of course not. If I wasn’t with someone else, you’re nice, interesting, and cute.”
“I’m not. And anyway, I can never act on it even if someone did like me.”
“What part of you do you think is not cute? I mean, I understand why you might not like being CALLED that, but you are. So why couldn’t someone be attracted to you? You don’t have that off-setting a personality.”
Eyes down, Sam stated in a whisper, “I’m deformed.”
“Do you want to tell me about it?” Seeing the hesitation, Daria added, “Look, after six years of junior and senior high showers, lots of sleep overs, and so on, I’ve seen dozens and dozens of nude women. If it’s your genitalia, there’s a huge amount of variation.”
Sam swallowed nervously, and stood up. She pulled down her jeans and her boxers, looking over Daria head.
Daria could tell that Sam had an enlarged clitoris – but it was hardly a deformity in her opinion – she had never seen one this prominent, but a few had been close. No doubt, if fully excited, it might extend about an inch, but her thick curly pubic hair pretty well disguised it at the moment. “So?” She looked up and a surprised Sam finally looked down at Daria. “If you want, come with us this Sunday – we’re going to a nudist camp for the day. If you stand out for anything, other than being attractive, it will be because most women will have shaved legs. And notice, I said ‘most’.”
“Really? It’s not…disgusting?”
Daria smiled, “Look, unless you want a one-time get-together, take my word for it. You are not.”
Sam managed a small smile. “No, I would want more than that.”
“More than once would have to involve Tyler.” Sam flushed at that idea. Daria leaned forward and kissed Sam’s navel. “So, want to go nudist with us?”
“Just you and Tyler, or others?”
“Jane and Quinn.”
Sam bit her lower lip, and then nodded. “Okay. You’ll just have to put up with my hairy legs.”
*
And so, late the first Sunday morning in May, Tyler and Daria, joined by Jane, Quinn, and a nervous Sam in the back seat, drove off to a Virgina nudist camp. It was a ninety-minute drive. The teens kept up light chatter, mostly trying to keep Sam calm. When they were in the locker room, they ignored Sam steeling herself to fully expose herself. She blushed when Daria took her hand and half-dragged her outside into the bright sunlight.
Sam was glad to see that there were a few other (mostly older) women, and even two teens, who hadn’t shaved. As self-conscious as she was, she noted that no one paid any close attention to her pubic area. Beyond that, she enjoyed the nudity on many levels. She was coming to understand that while she could appreciate a number of females, and even a few males, on an aesthetic level, there would only be even a hint of sexual attraction with those that she actually, personally knew to at least some degree. She therefore enjoyed having Daria and Tyler coat her back, backside, and the back of her thighs with sunscreen, and returning the favor. Quinn was friendly, and Jane was also a little flirty. It even seemed as if Daria and Tyler were as well, as they included her (and Jane) in their somewhat flirtatious banter. Quinn, unsurprisingly, flirted with nearly every unattached male or female between the ages of 16-25.
All in all, all five had a good time. “Sort of like summer camp for adults,” Sam said shortly after they left the camp.
“From the approval in your voice, you liked summer camp more than I did,” Daria said dryly. Quinn rolled her eyes at that – she’d also rather enjoyed summer camp in her tweens, even if she and Daria had had to endure silly ‘Parent Trap’ jokes about being twins as well as being non-identical twins.
Sam, rather shyly for her, asked if she might come back with Tyler and Daria during the first summer session, as she would be taking summer classes. Amongst Daria’s other friends, only Patti and Cathy would be coming to summer school.
The other event of finals week, besides the final exams, juried performances for the music majors, and so forth, was the unveiling of Tyler’s ‘The Modern Muses’ to all the models.
From left to right, the Muses were:
Thalia – Comedy – Quinn; standing, three-quarters facing forward, comedy mask in right hand, blocking her pubic hair;
Clio – History – Cathy and
Polyhymnia – Hymns – Patti; facing each other, bodies half turned toward, their forward arms up, holding hands and blocking their ears and back portion of their profiles , books open at their feet;
Urania – Astronomy – Cindy; standing full frontal looking slightly towards Stacy, holding an astrolabe over her navel;
Erato – Lyric Poetry – Stacy; standing full frontal, smiling the most and looking straight ahead; holding a small book in her left hand;
Terpsichore – Dance – Tori; standing ‘en pointe’, looking slightly towards Stacy
Euterpe – Flute – Jennifer, standing face forward, playing a modern flute;
Calliope – Epic Poetry – Jane; also standing face forward, with her right foot on a pile of thick books, both hands on her right knee;
Melpomene – Tragedy – Daria; seated facing forward on a small boulder with legs together, tragedy mask held up in her right hand, obscuring her mouth and chin.
All the models whose mouth could be seen were smiling to some degree and had their hair loose, and all looked both relaxed and attractive.
The nine models all came to lunch at Tyler’s, where they admired each other’s portraits. To most of their surprise, Patti and Cathy had asked that Sam be allowed to come as well. The other models were fine with that.
“Should I be upset you’ve never asked me to pose?” Sam teased.
“You could make a wonderful Artemis,” Tyler responded.
“I guess we know what you’ll be painting during the first summer session,” Daria stated with a small smile.
*
Finals ended on Monday, May 11. The dorms opened for the first summer session on the 17th, classes running from the 19th through Friday, June 26th. Quinn and the other three Disney-workers had to report for orientation on the 16th, and so drove down to Florida in Quinn’s car on the 13th. Basically, Quinn had just enough time to go home, wash some clothes, and leave. Helen was not happy with that, and even less happy with the fact that Daria did not bother coming home at all. The only thing that eased her frown slightly was when Quinn’s grades arrived Friday (achieving a GPA of 3.43) and a photocopy of Daria’s arrived the following Monday (her B+ in Calculus meant her GPA was ‘only’ a 3.89).
While Patti went home for the week, Sam (the financially spoiled semi-estranged only child of a very wealthy widowed workaholic corporate lawyer father) rented a cabin at the nudist camp and dragged Cathy along. To her surprise, although incredibly embarrassed, she would talk Patti into joining her and Sam at the camp every Thursday-Sunday during the summer. Tyler and Daria would be doing the same during the first session.
Patti and Cathy were both taking Music Theory III and its lab in session one and Theory IV in the second, while Sam was taking French III and IV. All three joined Daria in taking golf – students had to take three phys ed courses. They also had to take a health class, and while most took it their Freshman year, Daria hadn’t. She was therefore taking that 2 credit course and the three gym classes – golf, plus swimming and a dance/exercise class. Tyler, besides finishing the two papers he owed for the previous year’s musicology courses, was taking a graduate summer course on The Musicology of Jazz.
Summer classes met Monday through Thursday; Daria therefore spent Sunday through Wednesday nights in her single dorm room, Thursday through Saturday nights (and Fridays through Sunday afternoons) at the camp, along with the others, albeit in two cabins. The undergraduates were not happy that they had to stay in a different, older dorm – two-thirds of the dorm space was closed for the summer.
Daria therefore had a fairly easy, if full, time of it – her swimming class was at 8:00 and her dance class was at 3:00. Between the exercise during the week and being fairly active on the weekend, Daria, never really out of condition, would be in the best condition of her life to date by the end of the session. While she had never been interested in tanning, an hour learning golf four days a week and being nude three days gave her a healthy tan, although she was careful not to overdo it. The rest of the days were spent practicing.
Tyler’s one class was at 6:00 pm. Sam would drive Daria to the apartment at 4:00, where she would pose as Artemis for an hour and then leave. Tyler would drive Daria back to her dorm as well. Three weeks into the summer, as Sam was about to get dressed that Tuesday, she asked the pair, “Are those offers still open?”
“Which offers are those?” Daria asked, while Tyler’s eyes went wide as he guessed.
“You and I getting together, and then the three of us,” Sam stated directly, if nervously.
Daria rather squeaked in surprise.
“Have you decided you’re partially interested in guys after all?” Tyler asked.
“Actually, not as such,” Sam admitted. She blushed bright red, but said, “I don’t want you inside me down there or even back there, at least not at first, as much as I’d…I’d like Daria to teach me…well….” She turned her head and managed to mutter, “Oral sex.”
“You want to practice giving oral sex to men and women,” Daria managed to ask.
“Yes.” She swallowed nervously. “I’ve been thinking about both for months, and I think you two are the only ones I can trust.”
Daria and Tyler exchanged looks, and Tyler mouthed, “Totally up to you.”
Swallowing her nervousness, Daria managed to say, “Okay.”
The next afternoon, Tyler kissed Daria gently as she left his car. The two women ate dinner almost silently, went back to their dorm to brush their teeth, and then Daria joined Sam in her room.
The two sat on Sam’s cot for nearly a minute in silence. Daria finally broke the silence by asking, “Have you ever kissed someone?”
Eyes slightly averted, Sam simply shook her head. The last time she had even been hugged had been nearly 10 years before, at her mother’s burial.
Daria leaned over and kissed her lightly. She smiled very slightly as she pulled back. “You’re way too tense.” She stood and turned around. “If you’re sure you want to try this, strip and then lie down on your stomach – just tell me when you want to turn around or if I should go.”
“Don’t go.” It took more than a few seconds, but finally Daria heard Sam get off the cot and strip. Finally, “Okay….”
Turning around, Daria saw that Sam had her head in her arms and was facing away. Daria toed off her sneakers and pulled off her shirt (she had taken her bra off before she came over to Sam’s room) and sat on the cot. Daria and Quinn had given each other massages after dance classes and at other times, and Daria had also massaged Jane and especially Tyler often. She had also given backrubs to a number of other co-eds and was considered very good at it.
Daria therefore slowly massaged Sam’s shoulders and slowly worked her shoulder and then back muscles loose, even though it took over ten minutes. She stopped at Sam’s buttocks, simply letting the backs of her fingers trail down from Sam’s lower back, over her legs, and then to her feet, where she picked up the massage, slowly working her way back up each foot and then calf and then finally just above the knees. Sam tensed at the point, so Daria concentrated on the outer thighs.
Sam relaxed, and stayed that way even as Daria massaged her butt. Then Sam’s eyes, which had been closed, went wide as she felt Daria’s tongue ease up her spine. Daria climbed onto the cot, losing her shorts and panties as she did so. She laid partially on Sam’s back and partially off to the far side, so they ended up face-to-face.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Hi?”
Daria moved closer, and drew Sam into a hug, and then into a deep kiss. Sam felt Daria’s tongue run across her lips, and she opened her own to let Daria in.
Sam lost herself in the feeling of Daria’s mouth on hers, on Daria’s hand going down her bare back to caress her ass, of her own hand slowly doing the same to Daria.
Suddenly Sam realized that Daria was moving, her lips kissing and tongue licking down her throat as she was being turned onto her back. She moaned as Daria’s hand caressed the back of her thigh, her fingers just tickling the inner portion, and then again as her tiny rock-hard areola and nipple were captured by Daria’s lips. Sam’s breasts were tiny – each the size of half an apricot, high and firm on her chest, and her areola and nipples were very sensitive. She felt the wetness form between her legs more than ever before, even as Daria licked her way to her other nipple, and then her tongue traced its way to her navel for a moment, and then onwards.
Daria bypassed Sam’s fully-engorged clitoris, licking around it to first her right and then over to her left upper thigh, And then, Daria went to where she had hoped to someday go, and her tongue entered Sam’s moist center.
Sam squeaked in a minor orgasm, and that was before Daria went to work in earnest on her labia and then finally her clitoris. Daria eased her forefinger into Sam, and found it a very tight passage, and was unable to use two fingers without tearing Sam’s hymen. Sam had moaned at the first finger, but managed to pant “Back door!” once she had felt the second finger trying to enter her. Daria stopped trying to use two fingers, instead getting her second finger slick inside Sam. Then she put her forefinger back inside Sam while slipping her second finger up her rectum, all the while working the upper part of the vagina, labia, and clit with her tongue. During all this, Sam had two more minor orgasms, but then grabbed and screamed into her pillow, her back arched.
When Sam settled back on cot, the pillow tossed away, and her neck ringed with sweat, Daria moved up and kissed her deeply, sharing Sam’s tastes with her. Sam kissed Daria far more deeply than she had before, and then just hugged her, saying “Thank you.”
The two laid there for nearly ten minutes before Sam kissed Daria gently, and then started her own trip down Daria by gently nuzzling her neck, her hand hesitantly moving to caress Daria’s breasts. Finally, Sam went down to suckle her Daria’s nipples; Daria’s hands roaming Sam’s bare back. After a time, Sam’s hand drifted down and brushed against Daria’s labia – between the light fingering and suckling, Daria had a small orgasm.
This encouraged Sam to continue her tonguing down Daria’s belly. She hesitated a moment, but then her finger entered Daria as she started licking around Daria’s labia. After a few minutes of this, Daria suggested that Sam add a second finger, and to then use it on her like she had on Sam. This would finally allow Daria to enjoy a second orgasm. The two cuddled for a bit, Daria more comfortable with it than Sam, unused to physical closeness, never mind affection.
*
The group headed out to the nudist camp Thursday evening. Cathy and Patti went off to the cabin Sam was renting, a bit surprised that Sam was going off with Daria and Tyler after stripping off in their cabin.
Seeing how nervous Sam was, Tyler gently told her, “We don’t have to….”
“I really want to try,” Sam broke in. “I’m just not sure how to start.”
“Come with me,” Daria told them, leading them into the bedroom of their cabin. She had Tyler lie down. She had Sam lay down on Tyler’s lower left side while she knelt next to his upper right side. This would give her a good angle for deep sucking.
Daria gave Sam a five minute introduction to male genitalia. She demonstrated a variety of ways of using her hands on the testicles and shaft, and different ways to use her lips and tongue before demonstrating how to deepthroat Tyler’s nine inches, to Sam’s amazement.
Sam hesitated a moment when Daria offered to switch positions with her, but Sam finally moved, bent over, and took Tyler in hand. She tentatively licked up and down the shaft for a bit, until she became comfortable. She took the head and an inch or so of the shaft into her mouth and slowly pistoned up and down, her drool making it slicker and more enjoyable to herself as well as Tyler, but she was having trouble coordinating her head movements with her hands.
Daria therefore added her right hand, and soon had Tyler ejaculating into Sam’s mouth. She choked a bit trying to swallow it all, and ended up with a mouthful. Seemingly unsure what to do about that, Daria helped out by kissing her and sucking the cum out of Sam’s mouth before turning her attention to Tyler’s cock, cleaning up the ejaculate from the penis. Sam, meanwhile, had sat back thoughtfully.
Seeing Daria look at her, Sam told them, but speaking mostly at Daria, “I…I liked both. Well, I don’t think I could really get into foreplay with a guy like I did you.” She blushed slightly. “I really liked sucking and feeling your boobs. But I really liked going down on both of you, even though it was so different.” She looked at both. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but I really think you should come over to try one more thing – from what you’ve said and what I observed, I think you’ll like it.”
Seeing the curious looks, Daria told them. Although surprised, Sam admitted interest, and Tyler was willing to give it a go, with a modification that made all happy.
*
The trio spent Friday playing in the sun as usual, but retired again to Tyler and Daria’s cabin after dinner. They started, after a mutual shower, with Daria lying in bed and Tyler and Sam pleasuring her – kissing and licking her from forehead to toes. Sam was amused at how giggly the often publicly stoic Daria was when her insteps were massaged and nibbled on. They then alternated suckling a nipple while the other licked her labia and clit, until Daria had had three orgasms.
Sam then became the center of attention, with Daria concentrating on kissing her and playing with her nipples while Tyler brought her to a pair of orgasm with tongue and fingers. Daria’s finger then took over, lubing up Sam’s rectum while she went down on her, arousing Sam yet again. Tyler, having put on a condom, alternated putting a bit of lube on Daria’s finger tips and adding more over the condom, which also kept him erect.
Finally, Tyler laid on his back. Sam straddled him, her eyes shut. Daria directed traffic, and Sam slowly backed down, allowing Tyler’s condomed cock to slide fully through her relaxed rectum and deep into her bowel, causing her to make little surprised mews, mostly of pleasure. Sam moved back and forth, and Daria, somewhat precariously positioned behind her, massaged Sam’s breasts and clit.
Tyler managed to hold off until Sam had orgasmed twice before he came as well. The three collapsed, Tyler’s shrinking out of Sam. Daria eased the condom off, making sure not to spill anything, and sucked Tyler clean – as usual glad they had found flavored condoms which worked all around.
After the trio had rested, Sam thanked them both. Sam knew that this week was a one-off – she really hoped she could find someone who could satisfy her needs and that she could care for as well. Tyler and Daria were content to have had a successful experiment, having helped a friend and fulfilled Daria’s fantasy.
Neither felt the need to make such an experience part of their lives.
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