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Daria's Party Addition – 10 – The End of May into June
By Dr T
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May 24, 1998, the day before Memorial Day Monday, 4:40 pm
Cedars of Lawndale Hospital
Jack Frasier hurried into the atrium of the hospital and looked around. It only took a few seconds to locate his lover, Daria, sitting sadly off in a corner. As he walked over, Daria looked up and gave him a slightly twisted smile before standing. To his surprise, she not only allowed him to hug her in public (granted, there were only a few people in the atrium, all up to their own business) but she returned the hug enthusiastically and gave his denim jacket a slight tug, encouraging him to give her a kiss.
"Are you okay?" he asked when Daria broke the kiss, but not the hug, over half a minute later. He was now even more worried than he had been when he got her call to come and pick her up at the hospital, which had been worrying enough. While she had not been crying, this public demonstration of affection and need – she was still hugging him, her head against his chest – was enough to clue him in on how upset she was.
"Not really," Daria answered frankly if softly. "Saturday was annoying, but this morning, Dad found some berries that he, Mom, and Quinn ate – turned out they were very psychotropic and slightly poisonous. If Mom hadn't cheated and brought along her new cell phone, I don't know what would have happened to them."
"They're here for observation?"
"Yeah, Mom and Quinn should be released tomorrow morning. Dad may have to stay an extra day." Daria tightened her hug and said in an even softer, almost pleading, voice; a tone he had never heard from her, "Can we get a burger? I'm starving." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Then take me to my parents' house."
"Of course." Jack hoisted her backpack and the two left.
They got back to the Morgendorffers' around 5:45. "Do you have to be anywhere?" Daria asked. It was clear she needed his company.
Jack considered, and then answered, "I should be home by say…eight or eight thirty."
"Then come on in." Daria led him upstairs. "I'm going to take a very needed shower. You can either join me, or strip and wait for me."
"Given that choice, I'll join you!" This would be a first for them. As the two started to strip in her room, Jack added, "I didn't come prepared."
"We'll think of something," Daria assured him.
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It only took Jack about five minutes to get Daria fully cleaned up, and only a few more for her to wash her hair. She then turned the hot water to barely warm to make it last and then shyly suggested, "You've hinted more than once you wanted to try the backdoor. Well, if we do it here before the hot water runs out, it will be easy to clean up after."
Jack was eager to comply, although he made certain he was gentle as he prepared her, and then Daria shared herself in this new way.
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Forty minutes later, the pair were dry and snuggled spooning on Daria's bed. "Are you sure you're okay?" Jack asked, not for the first time since he had penetrated her in the shower.
"As I said, a little tender, but on the wh…well," she reconsidered her phrasing, "all things considered, I liked it, although not as much as you obviously did. I think it will be nicer if we use proper lube next time."
Jack gave Daria a light squeeze and kissed the base of her bare neck and then a bit further down her bare back. She rubbed his thigh with the back of her foot. "I wish you could stay the night," she told him wistfully.
"I wish I could too, but I wouldn't dare try to get away with that. Even if I swore to be sleeping on your sofa, and did, your mother would have a fit even if mine allowed it."
Daria sighed. "You're right." She then smiled a little twisted smile. "You know, since we'll have bunk beds in the trailer, we probably won't actually sleep together this summer."
"Just a little added verisimilitude," Jack teased.
"'Why no, Mom, we did NOT sleep together, we just had either oral, vaginal, or even anal sex at least once a day for week after week.' I'm sure she would find that reassuring," Daria said drily.
"That sounds like a fun summer," Jack told her. "I hope we come close to that rate. After all, it's going to be early mornings, late afternoons, and hot, sweaty work in between, five and a half days a week, if not six."
"True," Daria agreed. "I hope those exercises you have me doing will really strengthen my wrists and upper body enough." She twisted around to face him. After several minutes of passionate kissing, Daria hugged Jack and said, "At least I'll be with you. I'm going to miss you this fall."
"Me, too," Jack agreed.
"Jack, is that why you suggested we get married, to encourage us to not drift apart?"
"I don't think so, at least not consciously," Jack replied after a moment's thought. "Why, is that why you didn't give an absolute 'no'?"
"Like you, I don't think so, but it is possible. I know I can see a future with us together. Maybe I just want to hold on to that thought."
"It would be a big step, and a big gamble, but I think you're worth at least considering taking the chance."
Daria smiled slightly. "I think, underneath everything, we're both loyal and insane romantics." She gave Jack another, if quick, kiss. "You're worth waiting for, just as you're worth taking a gamble on as well."
Jack started nuzzling Daria's sensitive neck around her ear, while caressing the curve of her breast. "Not satisfied?" she murmured.
"I am," Jack answered, starting to work his way down her chest, and planning on going down further. "I am just going to make sure you are."
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Jack managed to leave a very satiated Daria a little before 8:00, and, as arranged, was back the next morning a few minutes after 8:00 am. Helen and Quinn were scheduled to be released between 10 and 11, so the pair had enough time to enjoy foreplay and a fun time in her bed, as this time Jack had brought condoms.
The Park Service had dropped off the SUV the evening before, about an hour before Daria and Jack had arrived. Daria had just passed her driver's exam a month before, and still wasn't comfortable driving the vehicle. Unfortunately, the SUV was parked directly behind Jake's Lexus. Therefore, Jack drove Daria to the hospital to pick Helen and Quinn up using his car.
Both Helen and Quinn seemed to want to make some remark about Jack's picking them up, but in the end, neither really felt up to it. They were still a bit sore from having their stomachs pumped less than nineteen hours before. Deciding not to tease her mother, as much as she wanted to tease Quinn, Daria refrained from offering to take them out for a large lunch. Instead, she shooed them to the two bathrooms for showers, and when they were settled on the sofa, served them a brunch of chicken noodle soup, toast, and tea. At that point, she and Jack went off for lunch.
As May came towards its end, Jack had two weeks of school left, Daria three. They would be leaving for Utah on Saturday, June 13. Daria was both a little apprehensive about the trip and thrilled. Thrilled to be away from her mother and Quinn, thrilled to be with Jack, thrilled knowing she would be learning new things. Apprehensive knowing her relationship with Jack would be changed (hopefully for the even better, no matter what decisions they made), about the conditions she'd be working under, and, as much as she didn't want to admit it, being away from her family and Jane while surrounded by strangers other than Jack – echoes of Camp Grizzley haunted her.
Still, neither Daria nor Jack let their schoolwork slide just because the year was ending. Jack's final grades, as he was already accepted to MIT, were irrelevant so long as he passed, but his integrity wouldn't let him slide. Daria of course wanted as high of grades as possible – she didn't plan on going to MIT but wanted to go to as good a college in Boston as possible and there were a number she might apply to, with Raft (one of the sponsors of that summer's digs) being one of them. She also worked with Jane to bring her grades up as well. In the end, Daria would have all A's in her academic classes and would manage to just squeak out an A- in gym. Jane would earn a range of grades, from a C in Math to an A- in History and of course an A in Art, with the rest some sort of B (Morris was not about to give Jane higher than a B+) – overall an improvement in every grade other than art over her first trimester grades.
While Jane would be both happy and a bit surprised when her end-of-year grades came in mid-June, in the short term she was happy to learn she would once again be able to take some 'enrichment' courses in the afternoon and evening at Lawndale State – two two-part courses in oil painting/still lifes and sculpture. As this would allow her to sleep in all morning, and her mother, passing through, had paid for both the courses and the supplies, Jane was set for both five-week sessions. She did acknowledge to herself, however, that she would miss Daria. She and Fred, however, would be sticking together for the summer – he would be leaving for Louisiana in early August, staying with a cousin in Tampa for a few weeks before crossing the Gulf coast to start at LSU in the fall. As much as Jane liked Fred, and had learned to enjoy their sexual exploits, she knew she was not in love with him.
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"What are you doing?"
Quinn was standing in Daria's doorway. There were piles of clothes and other items on Daria's bed and floor, plus a footlocker, a suitcase, a large tool chest, a small backpack, and a tote bag on the floor as well. Daria was frowning at a clipboard that had several sheets of paper on it.
Daria glanced over. "I'm limited to those five items – the footlocker and tool chest have to be packed by this Thursday. Jack will be shipping them out to Utah Friday. I need to make sure the tool chest is packed correctly, then decide what I pack in the footlocker and what needs to wait."
"What goes in the tool chest, and how much room will that leave?" Quinn asked.
Daria pulled off the top sheet of paper to hand to Quinn and then gestured at two piles that turned out to be on the floor just beside her. Quinn wrinkled her nose. "At least you have two pairs of gardening gloves. I never thought you'd go in for a profession that needed a lot of manual labor."
"To be honest, I'll find out this summer if I could like it," Daria confessed. "I don't even know if I'll be able to use the gloves."
"I know you worry about scrapes and infections as much as I do," Quinn pointed out, "but do you really need this many types of bandages and first aid stuff in your toolbox? Or is each person responsible for all their own medical-type stuff?"
"You're right, especially since I can put some in the backpack once I’m there, and can add some of this other stuff as well as needed. I can pack some of the duplicate stuff in the trunk for now," Daria agreed. With Quinn's help, they packed the tool chest with no problem, and there was some room left. Daria took two hand towels to fill it up and keep it from rattling. She'd likely take both out in camp to have room for any other items.
"Backpack next?"
"Actually, no," Daria replied. "It's now pretty much where it should be for now. I'll need to pack the sunscreen, lunch, and some of the water in there each day as well. Right now, I'll leave that extra space alone, just in case I need to pack something at the last minute for the flight out." She gestured at the footlocker. "I need to pack that considering weight and the stuff I won't need at all before leaving."
"You'll wear the boots?"
"Oh, yes! I'll really need them out there, and I don't want to waste the weight."
Quinn nodded. "Are you taking some nice outfits?"
"I really doubt we'll even find a nice restaurant, let alone any place else we'd need to dress up for, but yes, I have two decent outfits and that new pair of flats." Daria was not about to admit the real reason for packing a choice of dressy outfits. "The outfits can go in the locker, but I need to break the flats in a bit. The slippers, flipflops, and maybe sneakers can go in the trunk."
As the packed the footlocker, Quinn remarked, "Towels, just two sets of sheets and pillowcases, washcloths, and so on, but not many toiletries."
"We'll be stopping at a store before we get to my campground," Daria told Quinn. "I'll get my soap, shampoo, and such there."
Quinn held up a bottle of clear nail polish, a question in her eyes. Daria had never voluntarily polished her nails.
Daria shrugged. "Even if I can usually wear the gloves, the work will be hard on my hands. That should help reinforce the nails."
Quinn considered the brand, and nodded. The two made short work of sorting Daria's clothes, with Quinn teasing her a bit over some of what she was taking – especially the nine pairs of overalls/shorts combinations. Quinn did not believe Daria's claim they were what most of the female crew would be wearing at least some of time – with the rest mostly in shorts and short-sleeved work shirts. Quinn did think Daria's non-work shirts and shorts were attractive enough for sitting by a campfire at night.
When they were done, and Daria had thanked her sister, Quinn admitted, "I'm going to miss you this summer."
The two were still not close, but they had become less hostile since the camping trip. Daria made a quick decision, and pulled out one more combo. Quinn's eyes went wide at the dark green string bikini. "No, I'm not planning on taking this," Daria told her. "But I need to get at least a bit tanned before I go. Jane and I are going to lie out back each afternoon after school – it's fairly private. If you want, you, or you and Stacy, are welcome to join us."
"Thank you," Quinn acknowledged, "I will." She hesitated, but asked, "Considering how brief that is, do you need, well, to trim down there?"
"If I was planning on wearing this in Utah, yes," Daria admitted. "Still…what do you think?" Jack seemed to really enjoy licking his way through her rather thin and reddish pubic hair to get to her labia and clitoris, but maybe….
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The four teens did spend about an hour each day the next two weeks sunbathing in the Morgendorffer backyard after school. The first Friday in June, however, was the graduation ceremony. Daria sat with the Frasiers (Jane was sitting nearby, to support Fred), and like many in both the audience and the actual graduation class, her mind wandered through many of the speeches. Jack had ended up in second place in the valedictorian race, and so, while his achievement was acknowledged, he did not get to make a speech. There was another academic award, the Dian Fossey Award, but he did not win that either, to his slight disappointment. Still, although it felt longer, the ceremony which had started at 6:00 was over before 7:30.
By 8:10, several graduation parties were underway. Daria (and Jane and Fred) were at Jack's, the 'in' party, as it was by invitation only, and was also couples only, including Mary and Jerry (the most popular couple in the senior class). It was clear, however, that this was not to be primarily a make-out party, as Jack's parents were home, determined to keep the party (relatively) calm. Altogether, there were fifteen couples, with eighteen of the thirty teens graduates, and Jane being the youngest. (Jeffy was not there, having been sent over to Joey's to spend the night.) The party lasted until 11:30, and Daria had permission to stay until the end. All this made Quinn envious, which was at least better than the outright jealousy she would have displayed until relatively recently – she was still forbidden to go out on dates or to parties.
The Frasier house was nearly an estate. There was a patio, where Mr. Frasier was grilling food until after 9:15 and Mrs. Frasier ensured no beer was added to the buckets of ice holding soft drinks and both monitored the many snack items, keeping them full until after 10:30. Nearby, they had a pool with an area set off with jets to simulate a hot tub, and all the couples made ample use of both. Despite dares over the previous days from Jane, Daria did not wear her green bikini, but was wearing a more modest two-piece in a similar color.
There was a small bathhouse with two small changing rooms and a toilet, and behind it was a large rose garden that was Mrs. Frasier's pride and joy. There were several isolated, private places in the rose garden, and each couple got 15 minutes of private time, where suits came off and fun was enjoyed.
Satisfied if tired on many levels, Daria managed to make it home just before her midnight deadline. She was not happy when Quinn woke her up a little after 7:00. Still, grumbling, Daria ate a light breakfast and then joined Quinn in the first of two short tanning periods in the back yard. Jake was shocked at his daughters' string bikinis (Quinn's pink one was even a bit briefer than Daria's), and Helen had not been pleased when she first saw them earlier than week. Helen had been somewhat mollified when Daria assured her that she was using it only to build up her tan, and Daria even promised to hand the suit over to her mother the next Friday night, after she and the other teens were finished with their afternoon tanning session.
Quinn of course made no such promise. Helen was determined to keep an eye out for what Quinn had planned during her off-time that summer. When Quinn had failed to come up with any activities Helen would approve of, she found Quinn an evening activity – there was a community theater putting on two plays that summer. Quinn would be working at various stage and tech support and costuming during the rehearsals, and would be aiding with the makeup during the actual performances. Even worse in her opinion (since she would not be acting, which Quinn still sometimes thought of as a possible career despite having never actually performed), she was signed up for a two-week morning summer class at school starting in mid-June, which coached students on study habits. Still, this at least would leave her afternoons free.
Jack picked Daria up at 11:45. He was surprised, while Helen frowned and barely restrained herself from commenting when Daria came down the stairs – perhaps fortunately Jake was too involved watching ESPN to notice what was going on behind him. Daria had not cut her hair since December – she loved the feeling of Jack running his fingers through it even more than he enjoyed doing so. It was now well below her lower shoulder blades. Quinn had done Daria's hair in two long braids. She was also wearing one of Quinn's green belly shirts (which was tight on Daria, as she was nearly a cup-size larger) and a skirt that was not quite a mini-skirt but which was more above her knees than usual. Even odder, she was wearing her new flats and of course her new sunglasses. To Helen, she really wasn't recognizable as her daughter – had she been a little taller, she would have looked a lot like Amy had in the mid-70s. Even the floppy hat Daria was wearing for shade was like the denim one Amy had worn back then.
Helen did a doubletake, and was still unsure if Daria was wearing a bra or not – certainly she wasn't wearing one of her usual sports bras. (In reality, Daria was wearing her bikini, which meant she had just a little actual support, hence Helen's confusion.) Granted, Quinn usually wore equally revealing outfits, and Helen really couldn't have said much on that score – still, Quinn was now barely a B-cup and Daria was now nearly in the C-cup range. Each girl was firm and perky enough in that area not to bounce too much, but that shirt would leave little to the imagination if Daria was even a little excited. Daria waved goodbye, whisking a somewhat stunned Jack out the door before Helen could gather her thoughts more than to give a weak (and then regretted) "Have a nice time" to the pair.
"To the Lanes and then the drive-through," Daria commanded.
"As you command, my love," Jack teased in reply.
Jack drove over the Jane's, where Fred had already arrived – he lived close enough to Jane's to walk over on a pleasant day. Jane was dressed in a red halter top, a darker red skirt even shorter than Daria's, and sandals. Like Daria, she was wearing her bikini underneath. They stopped at the local McDonalds and picked up lunch for six, and then drove over Jerry's.
As usual, Jerry's parents were away for the weekend. Unusually, this Saturday there were only going to be three couples at his place, and they would be together from lunch until after 10:00. Jerry met them at the door, wearing a pair of shorts and a muscle t-shirt, and he led them through the house to the deck in the back, where there were a half-dozen deck chairs and two similar sofas. Mary was in a very tiny black string bikini and white floppy hat. Jane quickly removed her clothes to reveal her bikini, and Daria did the same, albeit a bit more shyly.
The sextet ate their burgers and fries, talked about their summer plans, and as each finished their milkshakes, they drifted into the house and brushed their teeth in the downstairs 'powder room.' After some more chatting, the couples went into the house and separated. Jerry and Mary went to his bedroom, while Jane and Fred went down to the basement. Daria and Jack went into the family's den, which had a rarely used sofa bed, which they opened up. It didn't even have a sheet, so Jerry had given them a beach towel and an extra pillow. Daria sat Jack onto the bed, took a glance around the room to verify the sheer curtains would block any view from the outside, and then removed her bikini.
Jack admired Daria's newly acquired tan-lines, even if her tan really wasn't very deep yet. He also noted that the bright sunlight coming into the room not only highlighted the contrast from her newly acquired tan, but that the exercises she had been doing to prepare herself for the physical parts of the upcoming excavation work had trimmed her already waifish body and certainly gave her a bit more tone and definition. While her hair was usually a brownish/auburn, there were now numerous reddish highlights, while her public hair was naturally auburn/dark red – and was now trimmed away to just a tuft right above her clitoris. Her legs were as shapely as ever, her bust as high, firm, and perhaps even a tad perkier than usual from excitement….
"Daria," he said almost breathlessly, "you are the most beautiful woman imaginable."
"You're just biased, but I'm glad you are," she retorted. "Now, I want to gaze at those wonderful muscles. Strip, and then lie down." Daria's mouth formed a half-smile, and then a broader one. "Once I get a good taste of you, I'm going for a ride."
"Yes, ma'am!" Jack answered, quickly standing and stripping. He paused when Daria ran a hand down his buttocks and then the outside of his thigh.
"When I'm done with my ride, would you care to have a taste of me?"
He pulled the box of condoms out of his shorts' pocket and handed them to Daria. "I would be delighted." The two kissed deeply, Daria's hand reaching down to grasp Jack tenderly.
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"But Jake…."
"No, Helen," Jake said firmly. "Maybe we should have said 'no' when she brought this up, but we didn't. We can't take this summer away from Daria at this point, a week before she leaves. She would never forgive us, and she shouldn't. Yes, I dislike that she'll likely be seeing Jack more often than she's implied, but the field work will help her decide if she wants to go forward in some related profession."
"But this morning she was wearing…."
"An outfit that Quinn would wear."
Helen winced at that, but had to admit it was true. "You don't mind that, well…." This time, Helen's sentence died out without being interrupted.
Jake sighed. "I hate seeing my little girls grow up," he admitted. "As much as I worry about Daria being in a serious, and yes, likely physical relationship with Jack, I think it's healthier than Quinn's serial, superficial dating."
"You're probably right," Helen reluctantly agreed. "I just hope she doesn't come back thinking she's engaged, or worse, pregnant."
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As they laid in each other's arms forty minutes later, Daria in a final post-multi-orgasmic bliss, Jack murmured, "One of these days, I'm going to give you a shower and then kiss every part of you, from your cute toes to your forehead."
"Everywhere?" Daria teased.
"If you let me wash you everywhere, then yes."
"Then we will certainly do that in the trailer." Daria stretched her neck and kissed under Jack’s chin. “If you do a good job, I might return the favor.”
As Daria snuggled back into Jack's arms, she reflected, not for the first time in recent weeks, on the changes in her life. Until she had moved to Lawndale, other than some praise from teachers, the best she usually felt throughout most of her previous life was tolerance. Her parents cared for her physical wellbeing, she knew, but except for a few brief, transient moments (often centered on Aunt Amy's rare visits, but very occasionally from one parent or the other (usually her father) – for brief moments that were usually quickly trampled on), that was it.
Jane had accepted her as she was; Jane even liked her as she was, and Daria returned the feelings. All were firsts for Daria. Then, along came Jack.
Daria smiled; she felt accepted, liked, loved, adored…safe. Safe to be herself, safe to express herself. Safe to open herself up in every emotional and even physical possible way and know that she would not be hurt, at least not intentionally. Daria snuggled even closer, and kissed Jack deeply.
Jack was more emotionally secure than Daria. While suffering a tad from middle-child syndrome, he had never been systematically ignored or treated as a problem as Daria had often been; he had never worried about how his looks compared to others. He had a solid, sturdy ego – he knew he was smarter than most people, stronger than most people, slightly better looking than most people, and had more advantages than most people, even for upper-middleclass Lawndale. That Daria was even smarter and likely more talented in some ways than he was impressed him, and he was glad that she cared for him anyway. She also had a vulnerability under that crusty, sarcastic side that amused him – the vulnerable side also made him want to help and care for her, not over-protect her.
As Daria kissed him, Jack hugged her, and hoped the summer would bring them so close together that, no matter what else happened, they could somehow make a life together in the future. Daria felt much the same.
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After that afternoon, the three couples again sat out on the deck, just talking and relaxing. Around 5:30, Jerry called out for pizza. A little after 7:00, they all went down to the cellar, Daria and Jane having agreed that they wanted to experience something of what went on there – but with only the three couples.
The living area in the cellar was a large space, about 2/3rds of the cellar. It was divided more-or-less in half by two support pillars. One side was usually empty – Jerry's parents were, of all things, avid square dancers, and there was enough room for two 'squares' to dance. The other side held three sofas, four large padded chairs, and six straight chairs, and a few tables. The boys quickly moved the furniture so that the three sofas were spaced around the entire cellar and had some furniture separating the sight lines. (When there were more couples, there was less privacy.) Even with the curtains drawn over the small cellar windows and the lights off, it was still not really dark, or even shadowy, by any means at that point due to the later sunset. There were also some dim nightlights that would later allow passage to and up the stairs if anyone needed to use the powder room.
For the next forty minutes, the three couples engaged in heavy petting. As darkness came, they each took turns going up to use the powder room. Daria was surprised to see Jane make her turn topless, while Jerry and Mary were already nude. With the now lack of lighting in the cellar, there was little doubt what the couples would be up to in some fashion. Daria, the last to make the trip upstairs, came back, straddled Jack, and removed the top of her bikini, showing off her hardening puffy nipples. and Jack started to thoroughly pleasure his lover.
After resting a bit, Daria and Jack exchanged places – over the past few months, they had tried every position they could think of, and enjoyed most. When they wanted Jack to dominate, he held her standing, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck as he supported her. Jack was easily strong enough to move Daria's 102 pounds through a long session of love making while holding her like that. Their favorite, however, was Daria atop Jack, allowing her to mostly control the pace although he could easily take over when either wished him to.
Daria therefore ended their lovemaking of the day atop her lover.
By Dr T
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May 24, 1998, the day before Memorial Day Monday, 4:40 pm
Cedars of Lawndale Hospital
Jack Frasier hurried into the atrium of the hospital and looked around. It only took a few seconds to locate his lover, Daria, sitting sadly off in a corner. As he walked over, Daria looked up and gave him a slightly twisted smile before standing. To his surprise, she not only allowed him to hug her in public (granted, there were only a few people in the atrium, all up to their own business) but she returned the hug enthusiastically and gave his denim jacket a slight tug, encouraging him to give her a kiss.
"Are you okay?" he asked when Daria broke the kiss, but not the hug, over half a minute later. He was now even more worried than he had been when he got her call to come and pick her up at the hospital, which had been worrying enough. While she had not been crying, this public demonstration of affection and need – she was still hugging him, her head against his chest – was enough to clue him in on how upset she was.
"Not really," Daria answered frankly if softly. "Saturday was annoying, but this morning, Dad found some berries that he, Mom, and Quinn ate – turned out they were very psychotropic and slightly poisonous. If Mom hadn't cheated and brought along her new cell phone, I don't know what would have happened to them."
"They're here for observation?"
"Yeah, Mom and Quinn should be released tomorrow morning. Dad may have to stay an extra day." Daria tightened her hug and said in an even softer, almost pleading, voice; a tone he had never heard from her, "Can we get a burger? I'm starving." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Then take me to my parents' house."
"Of course." Jack hoisted her backpack and the two left.
They got back to the Morgendorffers' around 5:45. "Do you have to be anywhere?" Daria asked. It was clear she needed his company.
Jack considered, and then answered, "I should be home by say…eight or eight thirty."
"Then come on in." Daria led him upstairs. "I'm going to take a very needed shower. You can either join me, or strip and wait for me."
"Given that choice, I'll join you!" This would be a first for them. As the two started to strip in her room, Jack added, "I didn't come prepared."
"We'll think of something," Daria assured him.
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It only took Jack about five minutes to get Daria fully cleaned up, and only a few more for her to wash her hair. She then turned the hot water to barely warm to make it last and then shyly suggested, "You've hinted more than once you wanted to try the backdoor. Well, if we do it here before the hot water runs out, it will be easy to clean up after."
Jack was eager to comply, although he made certain he was gentle as he prepared her, and then Daria shared herself in this new way.
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Forty minutes later, the pair were dry and snuggled spooning on Daria's bed. "Are you sure you're okay?" Jack asked, not for the first time since he had penetrated her in the shower.
"As I said, a little tender, but on the wh…well," she reconsidered her phrasing, "all things considered, I liked it, although not as much as you obviously did. I think it will be nicer if we use proper lube next time."
Jack gave Daria a light squeeze and kissed the base of her bare neck and then a bit further down her bare back. She rubbed his thigh with the back of her foot. "I wish you could stay the night," she told him wistfully.
"I wish I could too, but I wouldn't dare try to get away with that. Even if I swore to be sleeping on your sofa, and did, your mother would have a fit even if mine allowed it."
Daria sighed. "You're right." She then smiled a little twisted smile. "You know, since we'll have bunk beds in the trailer, we probably won't actually sleep together this summer."
"Just a little added verisimilitude," Jack teased.
"'Why no, Mom, we did NOT sleep together, we just had either oral, vaginal, or even anal sex at least once a day for week after week.' I'm sure she would find that reassuring," Daria said drily.
"That sounds like a fun summer," Jack told her. "I hope we come close to that rate. After all, it's going to be early mornings, late afternoons, and hot, sweaty work in between, five and a half days a week, if not six."
"True," Daria agreed. "I hope those exercises you have me doing will really strengthen my wrists and upper body enough." She twisted around to face him. After several minutes of passionate kissing, Daria hugged Jack and said, "At least I'll be with you. I'm going to miss you this fall."
"Me, too," Jack agreed.
"Jack, is that why you suggested we get married, to encourage us to not drift apart?"
"I don't think so, at least not consciously," Jack replied after a moment's thought. "Why, is that why you didn't give an absolute 'no'?"
"Like you, I don't think so, but it is possible. I know I can see a future with us together. Maybe I just want to hold on to that thought."
"It would be a big step, and a big gamble, but I think you're worth at least considering taking the chance."
Daria smiled slightly. "I think, underneath everything, we're both loyal and insane romantics." She gave Jack another, if quick, kiss. "You're worth waiting for, just as you're worth taking a gamble on as well."
Jack started nuzzling Daria's sensitive neck around her ear, while caressing the curve of her breast. "Not satisfied?" she murmured.
"I am," Jack answered, starting to work his way down her chest, and planning on going down further. "I am just going to make sure you are."
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Jack managed to leave a very satiated Daria a little before 8:00, and, as arranged, was back the next morning a few minutes after 8:00 am. Helen and Quinn were scheduled to be released between 10 and 11, so the pair had enough time to enjoy foreplay and a fun time in her bed, as this time Jack had brought condoms.
The Park Service had dropped off the SUV the evening before, about an hour before Daria and Jack had arrived. Daria had just passed her driver's exam a month before, and still wasn't comfortable driving the vehicle. Unfortunately, the SUV was parked directly behind Jake's Lexus. Therefore, Jack drove Daria to the hospital to pick Helen and Quinn up using his car.
Both Helen and Quinn seemed to want to make some remark about Jack's picking them up, but in the end, neither really felt up to it. They were still a bit sore from having their stomachs pumped less than nineteen hours before. Deciding not to tease her mother, as much as she wanted to tease Quinn, Daria refrained from offering to take them out for a large lunch. Instead, she shooed them to the two bathrooms for showers, and when they were settled on the sofa, served them a brunch of chicken noodle soup, toast, and tea. At that point, she and Jack went off for lunch.
As May came towards its end, Jack had two weeks of school left, Daria three. They would be leaving for Utah on Saturday, June 13. Daria was both a little apprehensive about the trip and thrilled. Thrilled to be away from her mother and Quinn, thrilled to be with Jack, thrilled knowing she would be learning new things. Apprehensive knowing her relationship with Jack would be changed (hopefully for the even better, no matter what decisions they made), about the conditions she'd be working under, and, as much as she didn't want to admit it, being away from her family and Jane while surrounded by strangers other than Jack – echoes of Camp Grizzley haunted her.
Still, neither Daria nor Jack let their schoolwork slide just because the year was ending. Jack's final grades, as he was already accepted to MIT, were irrelevant so long as he passed, but his integrity wouldn't let him slide. Daria of course wanted as high of grades as possible – she didn't plan on going to MIT but wanted to go to as good a college in Boston as possible and there were a number she might apply to, with Raft (one of the sponsors of that summer's digs) being one of them. She also worked with Jane to bring her grades up as well. In the end, Daria would have all A's in her academic classes and would manage to just squeak out an A- in gym. Jane would earn a range of grades, from a C in Math to an A- in History and of course an A in Art, with the rest some sort of B (Morris was not about to give Jane higher than a B+) – overall an improvement in every grade other than art over her first trimester grades.
While Jane would be both happy and a bit surprised when her end-of-year grades came in mid-June, in the short term she was happy to learn she would once again be able to take some 'enrichment' courses in the afternoon and evening at Lawndale State – two two-part courses in oil painting/still lifes and sculpture. As this would allow her to sleep in all morning, and her mother, passing through, had paid for both the courses and the supplies, Jane was set for both five-week sessions. She did acknowledge to herself, however, that she would miss Daria. She and Fred, however, would be sticking together for the summer – he would be leaving for Louisiana in early August, staying with a cousin in Tampa for a few weeks before crossing the Gulf coast to start at LSU in the fall. As much as Jane liked Fred, and had learned to enjoy their sexual exploits, she knew she was not in love with him.
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"What are you doing?"
Quinn was standing in Daria's doorway. There were piles of clothes and other items on Daria's bed and floor, plus a footlocker, a suitcase, a large tool chest, a small backpack, and a tote bag on the floor as well. Daria was frowning at a clipboard that had several sheets of paper on it.
Daria glanced over. "I'm limited to those five items – the footlocker and tool chest have to be packed by this Thursday. Jack will be shipping them out to Utah Friday. I need to make sure the tool chest is packed correctly, then decide what I pack in the footlocker and what needs to wait."
"What goes in the tool chest, and how much room will that leave?" Quinn asked.
Daria pulled off the top sheet of paper to hand to Quinn and then gestured at two piles that turned out to be on the floor just beside her. Quinn wrinkled her nose. "At least you have two pairs of gardening gloves. I never thought you'd go in for a profession that needed a lot of manual labor."
"To be honest, I'll find out this summer if I could like it," Daria confessed. "I don't even know if I'll be able to use the gloves."
"I know you worry about scrapes and infections as much as I do," Quinn pointed out, "but do you really need this many types of bandages and first aid stuff in your toolbox? Or is each person responsible for all their own medical-type stuff?"
"You're right, especially since I can put some in the backpack once I’m there, and can add some of this other stuff as well as needed. I can pack some of the duplicate stuff in the trunk for now," Daria agreed. With Quinn's help, they packed the tool chest with no problem, and there was some room left. Daria took two hand towels to fill it up and keep it from rattling. She'd likely take both out in camp to have room for any other items.
"Backpack next?"
"Actually, no," Daria replied. "It's now pretty much where it should be for now. I'll need to pack the sunscreen, lunch, and some of the water in there each day as well. Right now, I'll leave that extra space alone, just in case I need to pack something at the last minute for the flight out." She gestured at the footlocker. "I need to pack that considering weight and the stuff I won't need at all before leaving."
"You'll wear the boots?"
"Oh, yes! I'll really need them out there, and I don't want to waste the weight."
Quinn nodded. "Are you taking some nice outfits?"
"I really doubt we'll even find a nice restaurant, let alone any place else we'd need to dress up for, but yes, I have two decent outfits and that new pair of flats." Daria was not about to admit the real reason for packing a choice of dressy outfits. "The outfits can go in the locker, but I need to break the flats in a bit. The slippers, flipflops, and maybe sneakers can go in the trunk."
As the packed the footlocker, Quinn remarked, "Towels, just two sets of sheets and pillowcases, washcloths, and so on, but not many toiletries."
"We'll be stopping at a store before we get to my campground," Daria told Quinn. "I'll get my soap, shampoo, and such there."
Quinn held up a bottle of clear nail polish, a question in her eyes. Daria had never voluntarily polished her nails.
Daria shrugged. "Even if I can usually wear the gloves, the work will be hard on my hands. That should help reinforce the nails."
Quinn considered the brand, and nodded. The two made short work of sorting Daria's clothes, with Quinn teasing her a bit over some of what she was taking – especially the nine pairs of overalls/shorts combinations. Quinn did not believe Daria's claim they were what most of the female crew would be wearing at least some of time – with the rest mostly in shorts and short-sleeved work shirts. Quinn did think Daria's non-work shirts and shorts were attractive enough for sitting by a campfire at night.
When they were done, and Daria had thanked her sister, Quinn admitted, "I'm going to miss you this summer."
The two were still not close, but they had become less hostile since the camping trip. Daria made a quick decision, and pulled out one more combo. Quinn's eyes went wide at the dark green string bikini. "No, I'm not planning on taking this," Daria told her. "But I need to get at least a bit tanned before I go. Jane and I are going to lie out back each afternoon after school – it's fairly private. If you want, you, or you and Stacy, are welcome to join us."
"Thank you," Quinn acknowledged, "I will." She hesitated, but asked, "Considering how brief that is, do you need, well, to trim down there?"
"If I was planning on wearing this in Utah, yes," Daria admitted. "Still…what do you think?" Jack seemed to really enjoy licking his way through her rather thin and reddish pubic hair to get to her labia and clitoris, but maybe….
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The four teens did spend about an hour each day the next two weeks sunbathing in the Morgendorffer backyard after school. The first Friday in June, however, was the graduation ceremony. Daria sat with the Frasiers (Jane was sitting nearby, to support Fred), and like many in both the audience and the actual graduation class, her mind wandered through many of the speeches. Jack had ended up in second place in the valedictorian race, and so, while his achievement was acknowledged, he did not get to make a speech. There was another academic award, the Dian Fossey Award, but he did not win that either, to his slight disappointment. Still, although it felt longer, the ceremony which had started at 6:00 was over before 7:30.
By 8:10, several graduation parties were underway. Daria (and Jane and Fred) were at Jack's, the 'in' party, as it was by invitation only, and was also couples only, including Mary and Jerry (the most popular couple in the senior class). It was clear, however, that this was not to be primarily a make-out party, as Jack's parents were home, determined to keep the party (relatively) calm. Altogether, there were fifteen couples, with eighteen of the thirty teens graduates, and Jane being the youngest. (Jeffy was not there, having been sent over to Joey's to spend the night.) The party lasted until 11:30, and Daria had permission to stay until the end. All this made Quinn envious, which was at least better than the outright jealousy she would have displayed until relatively recently – she was still forbidden to go out on dates or to parties.
The Frasier house was nearly an estate. There was a patio, where Mr. Frasier was grilling food until after 9:15 and Mrs. Frasier ensured no beer was added to the buckets of ice holding soft drinks and both monitored the many snack items, keeping them full until after 10:30. Nearby, they had a pool with an area set off with jets to simulate a hot tub, and all the couples made ample use of both. Despite dares over the previous days from Jane, Daria did not wear her green bikini, but was wearing a more modest two-piece in a similar color.
There was a small bathhouse with two small changing rooms and a toilet, and behind it was a large rose garden that was Mrs. Frasier's pride and joy. There were several isolated, private places in the rose garden, and each couple got 15 minutes of private time, where suits came off and fun was enjoyed.
Satisfied if tired on many levels, Daria managed to make it home just before her midnight deadline. She was not happy when Quinn woke her up a little after 7:00. Still, grumbling, Daria ate a light breakfast and then joined Quinn in the first of two short tanning periods in the back yard. Jake was shocked at his daughters' string bikinis (Quinn's pink one was even a bit briefer than Daria's), and Helen had not been pleased when she first saw them earlier than week. Helen had been somewhat mollified when Daria assured her that she was using it only to build up her tan, and Daria even promised to hand the suit over to her mother the next Friday night, after she and the other teens were finished with their afternoon tanning session.
Quinn of course made no such promise. Helen was determined to keep an eye out for what Quinn had planned during her off-time that summer. When Quinn had failed to come up with any activities Helen would approve of, she found Quinn an evening activity – there was a community theater putting on two plays that summer. Quinn would be working at various stage and tech support and costuming during the rehearsals, and would be aiding with the makeup during the actual performances. Even worse in her opinion (since she would not be acting, which Quinn still sometimes thought of as a possible career despite having never actually performed), she was signed up for a two-week morning summer class at school starting in mid-June, which coached students on study habits. Still, this at least would leave her afternoons free.
Jack picked Daria up at 11:45. He was surprised, while Helen frowned and barely restrained herself from commenting when Daria came down the stairs – perhaps fortunately Jake was too involved watching ESPN to notice what was going on behind him. Daria had not cut her hair since December – she loved the feeling of Jack running his fingers through it even more than he enjoyed doing so. It was now well below her lower shoulder blades. Quinn had done Daria's hair in two long braids. She was also wearing one of Quinn's green belly shirts (which was tight on Daria, as she was nearly a cup-size larger) and a skirt that was not quite a mini-skirt but which was more above her knees than usual. Even odder, she was wearing her new flats and of course her new sunglasses. To Helen, she really wasn't recognizable as her daughter – had she been a little taller, she would have looked a lot like Amy had in the mid-70s. Even the floppy hat Daria was wearing for shade was like the denim one Amy had worn back then.
Helen did a doubletake, and was still unsure if Daria was wearing a bra or not – certainly she wasn't wearing one of her usual sports bras. (In reality, Daria was wearing her bikini, which meant she had just a little actual support, hence Helen's confusion.) Granted, Quinn usually wore equally revealing outfits, and Helen really couldn't have said much on that score – still, Quinn was now barely a B-cup and Daria was now nearly in the C-cup range. Each girl was firm and perky enough in that area not to bounce too much, but that shirt would leave little to the imagination if Daria was even a little excited. Daria waved goodbye, whisking a somewhat stunned Jack out the door before Helen could gather her thoughts more than to give a weak (and then regretted) "Have a nice time" to the pair.
"To the Lanes and then the drive-through," Daria commanded.
"As you command, my love," Jack teased in reply.
Jack drove over the Jane's, where Fred had already arrived – he lived close enough to Jane's to walk over on a pleasant day. Jane was dressed in a red halter top, a darker red skirt even shorter than Daria's, and sandals. Like Daria, she was wearing her bikini underneath. They stopped at the local McDonalds and picked up lunch for six, and then drove over Jerry's.
As usual, Jerry's parents were away for the weekend. Unusually, this Saturday there were only going to be three couples at his place, and they would be together from lunch until after 10:00. Jerry met them at the door, wearing a pair of shorts and a muscle t-shirt, and he led them through the house to the deck in the back, where there were a half-dozen deck chairs and two similar sofas. Mary was in a very tiny black string bikini and white floppy hat. Jane quickly removed her clothes to reveal her bikini, and Daria did the same, albeit a bit more shyly.
The sextet ate their burgers and fries, talked about their summer plans, and as each finished their milkshakes, they drifted into the house and brushed their teeth in the downstairs 'powder room.' After some more chatting, the couples went into the house and separated. Jerry and Mary went to his bedroom, while Jane and Fred went down to the basement. Daria and Jack went into the family's den, which had a rarely used sofa bed, which they opened up. It didn't even have a sheet, so Jerry had given them a beach towel and an extra pillow. Daria sat Jack onto the bed, took a glance around the room to verify the sheer curtains would block any view from the outside, and then removed her bikini.
Jack admired Daria's newly acquired tan-lines, even if her tan really wasn't very deep yet. He also noted that the bright sunlight coming into the room not only highlighted the contrast from her newly acquired tan, but that the exercises she had been doing to prepare herself for the physical parts of the upcoming excavation work had trimmed her already waifish body and certainly gave her a bit more tone and definition. While her hair was usually a brownish/auburn, there were now numerous reddish highlights, while her public hair was naturally auburn/dark red – and was now trimmed away to just a tuft right above her clitoris. Her legs were as shapely as ever, her bust as high, firm, and perhaps even a tad perkier than usual from excitement….
"Daria," he said almost breathlessly, "you are the most beautiful woman imaginable."
"You're just biased, but I'm glad you are," she retorted. "Now, I want to gaze at those wonderful muscles. Strip, and then lie down." Daria's mouth formed a half-smile, and then a broader one. "Once I get a good taste of you, I'm going for a ride."
"Yes, ma'am!" Jack answered, quickly standing and stripping. He paused when Daria ran a hand down his buttocks and then the outside of his thigh.
"When I'm done with my ride, would you care to have a taste of me?"
He pulled the box of condoms out of his shorts' pocket and handed them to Daria. "I would be delighted." The two kissed deeply, Daria's hand reaching down to grasp Jack tenderly.
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"But Jake…."
"No, Helen," Jake said firmly. "Maybe we should have said 'no' when she brought this up, but we didn't. We can't take this summer away from Daria at this point, a week before she leaves. She would never forgive us, and she shouldn't. Yes, I dislike that she'll likely be seeing Jack more often than she's implied, but the field work will help her decide if she wants to go forward in some related profession."
"But this morning she was wearing…."
"An outfit that Quinn would wear."
Helen winced at that, but had to admit it was true. "You don't mind that, well…." This time, Helen's sentence died out without being interrupted.
Jake sighed. "I hate seeing my little girls grow up," he admitted. "As much as I worry about Daria being in a serious, and yes, likely physical relationship with Jack, I think it's healthier than Quinn's serial, superficial dating."
"You're probably right," Helen reluctantly agreed. "I just hope she doesn't come back thinking she's engaged, or worse, pregnant."
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As they laid in each other's arms forty minutes later, Daria in a final post-multi-orgasmic bliss, Jack murmured, "One of these days, I'm going to give you a shower and then kiss every part of you, from your cute toes to your forehead."
"Everywhere?" Daria teased.
"If you let me wash you everywhere, then yes."
"Then we will certainly do that in the trailer." Daria stretched her neck and kissed under Jack’s chin. “If you do a good job, I might return the favor.”
As Daria snuggled back into Jack's arms, she reflected, not for the first time in recent weeks, on the changes in her life. Until she had moved to Lawndale, other than some praise from teachers, the best she usually felt throughout most of her previous life was tolerance. Her parents cared for her physical wellbeing, she knew, but except for a few brief, transient moments (often centered on Aunt Amy's rare visits, but very occasionally from one parent or the other (usually her father) – for brief moments that were usually quickly trampled on), that was it.
Jane had accepted her as she was; Jane even liked her as she was, and Daria returned the feelings. All were firsts for Daria. Then, along came Jack.
Daria smiled; she felt accepted, liked, loved, adored…safe. Safe to be herself, safe to express herself. Safe to open herself up in every emotional and even physical possible way and know that she would not be hurt, at least not intentionally. Daria snuggled even closer, and kissed Jack deeply.
Jack was more emotionally secure than Daria. While suffering a tad from middle-child syndrome, he had never been systematically ignored or treated as a problem as Daria had often been; he had never worried about how his looks compared to others. He had a solid, sturdy ego – he knew he was smarter than most people, stronger than most people, slightly better looking than most people, and had more advantages than most people, even for upper-middleclass Lawndale. That Daria was even smarter and likely more talented in some ways than he was impressed him, and he was glad that she cared for him anyway. She also had a vulnerability under that crusty, sarcastic side that amused him – the vulnerable side also made him want to help and care for her, not over-protect her.
As Daria kissed him, Jack hugged her, and hoped the summer would bring them so close together that, no matter what else happened, they could somehow make a life together in the future. Daria felt much the same.
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After that afternoon, the three couples again sat out on the deck, just talking and relaxing. Around 5:30, Jerry called out for pizza. A little after 7:00, they all went down to the cellar, Daria and Jane having agreed that they wanted to experience something of what went on there – but with only the three couples.
The living area in the cellar was a large space, about 2/3rds of the cellar. It was divided more-or-less in half by two support pillars. One side was usually empty – Jerry's parents were, of all things, avid square dancers, and there was enough room for two 'squares' to dance. The other side held three sofas, four large padded chairs, and six straight chairs, and a few tables. The boys quickly moved the furniture so that the three sofas were spaced around the entire cellar and had some furniture separating the sight lines. (When there were more couples, there was less privacy.) Even with the curtains drawn over the small cellar windows and the lights off, it was still not really dark, or even shadowy, by any means at that point due to the later sunset. There were also some dim nightlights that would later allow passage to and up the stairs if anyone needed to use the powder room.
For the next forty minutes, the three couples engaged in heavy petting. As darkness came, they each took turns going up to use the powder room. Daria was surprised to see Jane make her turn topless, while Jerry and Mary were already nude. With the now lack of lighting in the cellar, there was little doubt what the couples would be up to in some fashion. Daria, the last to make the trip upstairs, came back, straddled Jack, and removed the top of her bikini, showing off her hardening puffy nipples. and Jack started to thoroughly pleasure his lover.
After resting a bit, Daria and Jack exchanged places – over the past few months, they had tried every position they could think of, and enjoyed most. When they wanted Jack to dominate, he held her standing, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck as he supported her. Jack was easily strong enough to move Daria's 102 pounds through a long session of love making while holding her like that. Their favorite, however, was Daria atop Jack, allowing her to mostly control the pace although he could easily take over when either wished him to.
Daria therefore ended their lovemaking of the day atop her lover.
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