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1960s—Chapter 08
By Dr T
Clandestine Dates
-60s-
A ‘Daria’ fanfic, so no claim to original characters, etc. claimed, just my plot twists. Based on an image from the last ‘Daria’ episode/movie, ‘Is It College Yet?’
September 29
Although Daria had had to endure a bit of teasing from Jane whenever they saw each other from that evening, when Jane learned of Daria’s date, through Friday afternoon, she was able to get through that Friday calmly, taking notes and playing well in orchestra. The way the music building was set up (in part because it was on a slope), overall the least-busy floor (other than the one side entrance the students used nearly all the time) was the first. The second floor, with a few more individual practice rooms, two large ensemble practice rooms, the entrances to the stage and auditorium, most of the instrument storage rooms, as well as the usual number of offices, classrooms, etc. was by far the busiest. So, once she had packed her violin away, Daria retreated to the women’s room on the nearly deserted first floor. She brushed her teeth and hair, and then dabbed a hint of rosewater (the only scent she ever used, although only rarely) on the back of her wrists and the small hollow at the base of her throat.
It was a cool day, but Daria was wearing an outfit similar to what she had worn the day before. Daria took a deep breath, and made her way out of the rarely used front entrance and down the steps to the main level of the campus, from there down a gentler hill past the library to the social sciences building.
There was no one in the basement vending area, or on the side opposite of Church’s office. His door, however, was ajar.
Peeking in, Church was bent over a stack of papers – obvious from his motions, he was marking an objective exam. Daria therefore knocked softly.
Church looked up and smiled. Capping and setting down the fountain pen he was using to grade, he stood. “Hi. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Tired of grading?”
“Yes, that’s the third set out of three. I can finish them anytime before Monday afternoon. Ready for dinner?”
“Yes.” She was not sure if she was ready to use the word ‘date’ in this type of context, and so was glad he was avoiding it as well.
The building had faculty/staff parking both in front and back, and from the basement they exited to the nearly empty back lot (the front parking area was entered via the ground floor). Daria smiled when she saw his car was the same as hers. “What’s the joke?”
“I have a Valiant just like this one, down to the color,” Daria answered.
“I got mine while in grad school, and so long as it works, I’ll stick with it.”
Daria sat, and faced the driver, thus partially hiding her face from observers. She could tell from his sideways glance and slight smile that he at least partially interpreted her gesture correctly.
The town was not very large, but there were numerous stop signs and even a red light before they climbed a small hill just outside the actual town and stopped in front of a much larger house than Daria had anticipated. The town’s outskirts were growing, and this was the only house currently on its block on either side of the street, although the basic landscaping for all the lots was complete. The block closer to the main intersection had houses; the blocks further down the street were still scrub brushes and trees. At the moment, therefore, Marcus had a lot of privacy, even though the row of young low bushes didn’t offer much privacy between his lot and the empty lot behind it. His house had a two-door garage with what turned out to be a ‘mother-in-law’ apartment over it and large three bedrooms on the second floor, complete with front and back porches (the latter screened-in), finished cellar, two-and-a-half baths (2 up, ½ down), fireplace, living room, den, kitchen with breakfast area, and dining room. Despite his car, Church obviously came from money, as Daria had a rough idea the relatively low salaries assistant professors were paid.
After parking the car in the garage and shutting the garage door, he and Daria entered the kitchen. Church kicked off his shoes and took Daria’s coat. As he hung it for her, Daria slipped off her boots, to his surprise.
After indicating a ‘half bath’ off the kitchen, he took her to the front hall via the formal but empty dining room (“It’s taking a while to get everything furnished,” he explained). He described the upstairs without trying to get her to go up – obviously wanting to avoid the subject of visiting bedrooms at this stage of their possible relationship. The living room was better furnished, and the smaller den was comfortably furnished with several soft chairs and a matching sofa. The wall between the living room and den held the fireplace, open to both rooms.
He did conduct Daria down to the finished basement. While the area under the kitchen was the laundry room, the area under the dining room was a somewhat understocked wine cellar. The area under the living room and den was his library and home office.
As they went back up the stairs, Daria stopped and turned around. As she was two stairs above Marcus, when she turned she bent slightly, placed her hands on his shoulders, and they gently kissed for the first time.
“I just thought we should get that out of the way,” she murmured, now again blushing, as she had acted on impulse.
Smiling, Marcus climbed the remaining stairs while holding Daria’s hands. Then he held her close and returned the kiss, saying before, “Brilliant idea,” and after “Just to make sure there’re no accidents on the stairs.”
Daria happily returned the kiss, and initiated another.
When they broke that one, Marcus smiled and said, “This isn’t getting you fed.”
“True,” Daria agreed. “What are we having?” she asked as they moved into the kitchen. She had to laugh a bit when she saw the opened box of a Chef Boyardee pizza kit.
Marcus pulled out a mixing bowl to make the dough in, as well as a foil-covered bowl from the refrigerator. “The sauce that comes with this is a little bland, so I added just a touch of garlic powder and some basil and oregano this morning.”
“May I please help?”
“Sure,” he answered. “Have you made one of these before?”
“Nope, Mother wouldn’t allow such things, and when I stayed with Jane, we went to a pizza place.”
“I’ll make the dough; would you like to make a small salad for us?”
“Sounds healthy,” Daria teased.
Marcus pulled a tomato, lettuce, carrots, and celery from the fridge, as well a package of sliced ham and a bowl of broken-up bacon, and then two salad bowls from a cupboard. “I don’t have sausage or pepperoni, are ham and bacon good on your pizza?” Daria nodded, and he added, “Feel free to add some of the bacon to the salads.” He caught her attention more directly. “Coke, wine, beer, or milk?” he asked.
“I think I should stick with Coke,” she replied. Marcus nodded, and so pulled two bottles out for them.
The dough had to rise, so they chatted about generalities while Marcus sliced some Mozzarella into strips to add to the small can of grated cheese that came with the pizza mix. To her surprise, Daria ended up mostly talking about herself, although as the pizza baked she did learn a bit about Marcus.
He was eleven years older than her, and had earned his BA at a small private college in upstate New York before earning his graduate degrees at Columbia and then Oxford, which was certainly a surprise, considering where he was teaching. He was the only child of only children, but his grandparents had died over the previous dozen years, and his parents had died in a car accident two years before. While none had been very wealthy, he had inherited everything they had, including solid life insurance policies and the money from selling their houses and contents. He had published his dissertation and was working on his second monograph.
“What would you like to do next?” Marcus asked when they finished off the pizza.
Daria glanced at the clock in the kitchen and saw it was 7:12. “Do you know how to dance?”
Marcus blinked. Finally, he said, “If you mean whatever the latest Twist-like fad is, no. If you mean, well, old-style, I had to endure three years of dance class.”
“I did five,” Daria answered. “It looked like there’s just enough open space in the cellar for one couple to waltz in if we’re careful, and if you have the right music.”
Marcus stood and extended a hand. “I in fact do have one LP of Strauss music. Would Mi-Lady care to dance?”
“She would,” Daria agreed. She smiled slightly as she stood in return and took his hand. “At least for an hour. Do you like Star Trek? It comes on at eight thirty.”
“I do,” Marcus admitted. “I hope this week’s better than last week’s.”
“True,” Daria agreed. They put the dishes into his sink, and then went down to the cellar.
They enjoyed the hour of dancing very much. Afterwards, they liked ‘The Changeling’ more than the previous week’s episode, although nowhere near as much as they had liked the season’s premier episode.
-60s-
“Wow, that must have been some date,” Jane remarked much later that evening. “You’re still damn near grinning. You usually have a slight smirk or imitate the Mona Lisa at best.”
“It was,” Daria admitted. “Did you have fun?”
“To be honest, after dinner we went to the parking lot, reparked his car towards the back in the shadows, and made out for nearly two hours.” Jane then leered. “Yes, I enjoyed it. Yes, he covered second base, but didn’t uncover them.”
Daria shook her head at the metaphor.
“So…are you going to be seeing him again?”
“I believe so,” Daria stated simply. “I want to.”
“Home football game next Saturday,” Jane pointed out. “Most students will either be at the game or gone home. Could…James and I have the room?” Boys were allowed on their floor until curfew.
Daria blinked. “Are you sure?”
Jane nodded.
“For how long?”
“That would be up to your and you paramour,” Jane answered frankly.
“I guess I’ll ask.” While tempted to see him as soon as she could that next Monday, she decided to pace herself – at least a little.
-60s-
Marcus was only slightly surprised when Daria showed up in the second half of his Tuesday office hour. Fortunately, he was alone. She came in and mostly shut the door, and then sat across from him.
“Yes, Miss Morgendorffer?”
Daria spoke softly, but not in a whisper. “I was wondering if you would be interested in something similar to, well…?”
“Yes,” he said simply. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, Jane asked that I…leave the room to her as much as possible this Saturday.”
“Well, I take it you will want to practice Saturday morning. Anything else pending?”
“Not that I know of.” Daria bit her lip for as moment in thought – which Marcus thought made her look even more adorable than usual. “I can be done with practice before noon – by noon until close to one the band will be crawling all over the building.”
“If you want, we can spend most of the day together,” Marcus told her. “Lunch, and then dinner someplace nice if you have the outfit.”
“I do.” She looked him in the eye. “If I’m careful, may I drop it off here this week? It will have to be hung up….”
“Drop off whatever you want.”
The two smiled at each other, and Daria took her leave.
She did leave a package with him the next day. When Marcus got home, he found a nice dress and a dress jacket, both of which he carefully hung up, plus a slip, stockings, a pair of flats, and a small bag with a new toothbrush, a hairbrush, a small bottle of rosewater, and a box of what he mentally called a ‘feminine product.’
-60s-
Jane and Daria were both very excited about their upcoming weekend plans. Jane was certainly planning on furthering (although not completing) the physical relationship with James, while Daria was contemplating the possibilities. Still, they made it through the week easily enough, both driven to excel (which would give them an excuse to relax and enjoy themselves) rather than distracted by their hormones.
So, at 8:05 Saturday morning, the two left their dorm room together, although Jane was yawning. “Remember,” Daria stated as the two exited the building, “stay off my bed.”
“Of course.” The two ate light breakfasts, and Jane went to the art building to paint and then later meet James. Daria went up to the music building to practice the violin and guitar, and even a bit of piano, just to keep it up.
Unable to wait any longer, at 11:20, Daria left the building, walked down the hill, around the social sciences building, and got into Marcus’ car – he had just pulled in and had not even needed to turn off the engine. He was dressed in an open-collared shirt, tan slacks, and a sport coat. Daria was also dressed casually conventionally – a dark green sweater over a light green blouse, and slacks nearly the same color as her sweater.
The two enjoyed a light lunch of toasted ham and cheese sandwiches, and then they went upstairs to brush their teeth.
Daria had heard about the layout on her previous visit. The master suite was over the kitchen and dining room, with two bedrooms over the other portion of the house. The main bathroom was at the top of the stairs. Daria was directed towards the back bedroom while Marcus went to brush his teeth in the bathroom connected to the master suite.
Daria had been told that the two other bedrooms were empty. While that was still true of the front bedroom, the back one now had a comfortable looking armchair as well as a small vanity and matching bench. Her dress and jacket were hanging in the closet, as was a light bathrobe. While her flats were on the floor of the closet, so were a pair of bedroom slippers and a pair of moccasins. Her rosewater was on the vanity, while her stockings were in the top drawer. Her feminine napkins were in the bottom drawer. A quick look showed her toothbrush in the holder in the main bathroom, along with a tube of toothpaste.
Daria decided to wait upon events to judge all this. Still, she went back to ‘her’ room and peeled off her sweater, revealing the light green shirt – and no bra underneath.
The pair then went down to the basement, and spent an hour ballroom dancing again in their socks. After that, they went up to the living room and turned on the radio, listening to the campus radio broadcasting the football game. Neither was particularly interested in the game, but it made background noise as the pair sat, and then laid, on the sofa, necking like high schoolers. Even after the game ended, they really didn’t pay much attention to the radio. Still, a little before 5:00, Marcus reluctantly said, “I guess we should get changed.” They had both enjoyed the previous few hours, Marcus perhaps a bit more, considering the access to ‘second base,’ even if her shirt had stayed on. Daria was pleased with his gentle handling of her breasts and nipples. She took some time while changing to check out her well-kissed-and-nuzzled neck, and was glad there were no marks.
-60s-
When Daria came out of the bedroom, she turned around and asked, “Please zip me up?” as she held her thick long hair out of the way.
Marcus came up behind her, carefully kissed the small bare spot of skin on her back between the hair and the slip, and zipped up the dress. He then took and held her jacket for her to slip into, and the pair went out to his car.
The pair had about half an hour drive to one of the larger towns in the area. Marcus had made reservations for them at the only genuine French restaurant in the general area outside of DC and other major cities. Daria therefore knew not to object when Marcus tried to order them glasses of rosé. When told there was no rosé – that put the waiter on the backfoot, along with both Marcus’ and Daria’s flawless French – they were able to put off a wine order until they ordered their meals.
Marcus still refused to order a bottle – he knew he could only drink one glass and correctly expected Daria would drink even less. Still, they enjoyed their duck dishes, with Daria sipping cautiously on the generic red wine they had been served. Rather than dessert, since Marcus still had over a quarter of a glass of wine and Daria two-thirds, they ordered the cheese plate and exchanged wine glasses.
When they arrived back at Marcus’, it was not quite 7:45. As they went upstairs to change, Daria halted Marcus before they went to the different bedrooms. She had him unzip her dress, and requested he wait there.
Daria came back a few moments later, wearing only her slip and panties. She led Marcus into his bedroom, and she helped him strip down to his boxers. They took turns in the bathroom, and went back to the ‘necking’ they had been engaged in that afternoon.
After about twenty minutes, Daria stood up and removed her slip. This made Marcus happy, and so he made Daria happy.
Shortly thereafter, Daria’s hand slipped into Marcus’ boxers, which made him even happier. Daria’s comment that she was just off of her period convinced him to renew his offer of reciprocation on a later date.
When Daria realized she was about to make Marcus very happy indeed, her mouth trailed down his chest, and then lower. She then engulfed him just before the finish as well as when he orgasmed and for a few moments after.
-60s-
When Daria returned to her dorm, it was close to 11:00. Jane was lounging on her bed, and Daria teased, “I see you didn’t need to change the sheets.”
“Actually, I had to change them twice, so I’m back to the original. I’ll do the other one tomorrow.” Jane then teased back. “And did you have to help him change his?”
“No,” Daria admitted. “In the end, I started off, well, remember what I did with that stranger at the Festival?”
Jane nodded.
Daria blushed, “I just…finished in a very different way.”
“How was it?”
“To be honest…I really liked it,” Daria confessed, still a bit surprised at that fact.
“H’mmm,” Jane pondered.
“What?” Daria’s eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong? Did he force you…?”
“No, but we did end up going all the way,” Jane confessed. Previously, she had wanted to wait on that. She looked at Daria. “He didn’t talk me into it, or force me or anything.” She shrugged. “We just ended up, well, doing it.”
“You at least used condoms, right?” This was a concern, as condoms were not easy to come by in this period.
“He did,” Jane confirmed. “It’s just that….”
“What?”
“Well,” Jane confessed, “I think I was spoiled by Mister Cylinder.”
“How so?”
Jane seemed to judge size and distance. “Maybe…five, five and a half?” In this, Jane was very slightly underestimating James with her higher estimate. “Maybe three-quarters the…the….”
“Girth?”
Jane nodded. “Were you…?”
“No,” Daria stated, but refusing to look Jane in the eyes. “About seven and a half to eight inches…” Daria was close with her lower estimate “…and maybe ninety percent of the girth?”
“Sounds….”
Daria smirked. “Fulfilling?”
“Yeah,” Jane admitted. “James was satisfying; like I said, I think I was just a bit spoiled.” She smiled. “Think we can do something of a repeat next weekend?”
“Marcus allowed me to leave my stuff there, so probably yes.”
“You ask, and then I will.”
Daria agreed. They had rearranged their room at the start of the semester. Now their cots were usually next to each other, but they had swung Daria’s around to the outer wall and separated them slightly. They put them back together so that they could at least sleep next to each other.
-60s-
Professor Church looked up as he was finishing looking over his notes for his morning’s lecture as Daria knocked and entered his office that Monday. She mostly shut it behind her, but she stayed near the door. “Good morning,” he greeted, but slightly worried if she was going to be obsessive.
“Shall we make plans for Saturday at some point?” she asked softly after greeting him in return.
Marcus smiled. “Sounds like we should do so. Suggestions or requests?”
Daria shook her head.
Marcus frowned. “Did I give you my phone numbers?”
“Well, I have your office number from last spring.”
Marcus nodded and took one of his business cards, and wrote out his home number.
Daria came over to take it, and then Marcus offered his hand. Both glanced at the door, and then Marcus again kissed the back of her hand. Daria’s return smile was small but genuine.
-60s-
Daria thought about Marcus’ inquiry – there really wasn’t any place or anything she wanted to go or do, other than be with him. On the other hand, she did not want this to devolve into a totally clandestine affair, even if there would have to be elements of that. A perusal of movies playing in nearby towns and cities proved disappointing. There was no way she was going to suggest the controversial just-released Swedish film ‘I am Curious,’ even if she was curious. From the reviews, ‘In the Heat of the Night’ might be getting a lot of good reviews, but did not seem right for a date movie, while ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ was even more unlikely. The exploitation films or the other newer advertised movies in the remaining first run theaters did not appeal either. James Bond and the re-release of ‘Snow White’ dominated the second-run theaters, along with movies of even less interest. Finally, she found a two-screen theater about forty-five minutes away that would be offering the spring movies ‘Taming of the Shrew’ with Burton and Taylor and the musical ‘How to Succeed in Business’ that weekend. She didn’t think she’d care much for the first, and so suggested the second
Marcus was amenable, and found out that there would be a 3:00 showing, and so the pair made their plans accordingly. Jane and James were planning on an afternoon together, followed by seeing the campus showing of ‘The Happening’ – an early (and as it turned out, not overly good) Hollywood attempt to incorporate hippies into their movies.
Like the week before, Daria was going out dressed differently from how she usually dressed on campus, although it was equally different than the formal-wear of the week before. She definitely looked like someone a college professor would be dating, in one of the two ‘business-wear’ outfits she had (she had made a trip to the Lanes to pick it up). Whereas she never wore makeup on campus, and had been lightly made up the previous week, her lipstick was a little more obvious, her blush and eye makeup subtly different. Her earrings the previous week had been diamond studs, this week garnet.
Marcus liked both ‘date looks’ but preferred her natural look, and made sure she understood his appreciation.
The pair enjoyed the movie, and then ate at the somewhat-casual chicken restaurant in the town. They were back at Marcus’ just after 7:00. Daria took a deep breath, and suggested they use the small walk-in shower that was in the master suite bathroom (along with a sizable tub that Daria saw could fit two, at least two who were more than friendly).
Marcus readily agreed, and Daria came back into his bedroom wearing just the robe and moccasins he had bought her and carrying a shower cap.
They left the shower feeling clean (amongst other things) but eager to leave when the hot water started to give out.
As this was their first time (and the first time Daria would be penetrated so far as Marcus knew), he had a split of pink champagne on ice for them to relax with. Daria was relieved to see the box of condoms, towels, and even a carafe of ice water.
Nearly an hour later, they had learned that Daria was passionate and sensuous, Marcus was as eager to please her as she was to please him, she preferred being on top, and that the two were very compatible in their lovemaking.
After they had enjoyed the final afterglow of their affectionate after-play, Marcus asked, “Can you stay the night?”
Daria thought, and had to answer, “Not this weekend.”
“Next?”
She kissed him. “I hope so.”
“I don’t want anything short-term with you.”
“I don’t either, but I do wonder….”
Marcus smiled, “Well, I’m hoping for at least two years.”
She would not be on campus after that, as she would be student-teaching. “At least?”
“We can reassess then.” Both knew they were likely being overly enthusiastic, but at this point, they were both willing to gamble on things working out.
Daria kissed him again. “Deal.”
-60s-
Forty minutes later, as they were about to go out to the car, Marcus handed Daria a keyring with two keys. At her inquiring glance, he said simply, “Garage door and the outside doors.”
Daria could only give him a tight hug in thanks.
-60s-
“Well,” Jane remarked when Daria shut their door, “I can see from your face you had a great time.”
“I certainly did,” Daria had to agree. She stretched, “Classes are good and I’m up to date or even ahead on all the classwork. The novels are going well; orchestra and the journals are good. The Thursday gig might not pay but it’s fun to play.”
“And you’re getting laid,” Jane teased bluntly.
“And I am making love,” Daria corrected. “Who knows, maybe it is the real thing.”
“Well, he isn’t married, but we’ll see how either of our love lives develop.”
“You don’t sound as satisfied as you did last week,” Daria pointed out. “Something wrong?”
“Well, we…did it twice I guess, but the first time was like what you did….Okay, I went down on him. He loved it, but I wasn’t as crazy about the result as you were.”
“Literally a matter of taste I suppose,” Daria mused.
“Ha, ha,” Jane retorted. “Will you be seeing him next weekend?”
“Yes,” was the simple reply.
“When?” Jane asked.
Daria smiled. “Whichever night we don’t have something planned.”
Jane smiled in return, but then frowned. “You did use condoms?”
“Of course.”
“Do you think we should look into, well….”
“The pill?”
Jane nodded.
Daria frowned. “First, I don’t know if the campus health center would prescribe them, and second, they currently notify our parents if there are any serious medical concerns. This might count as a ‘serious concern’.”
“We should look into this.”
By Dr T
Clandestine Dates
-60s-
A ‘Daria’ fanfic, so no claim to original characters, etc. claimed, just my plot twists. Based on an image from the last ‘Daria’ episode/movie, ‘Is It College Yet?’
September 29
Although Daria had had to endure a bit of teasing from Jane whenever they saw each other from that evening, when Jane learned of Daria’s date, through Friday afternoon, she was able to get through that Friday calmly, taking notes and playing well in orchestra. The way the music building was set up (in part because it was on a slope), overall the least-busy floor (other than the one side entrance the students used nearly all the time) was the first. The second floor, with a few more individual practice rooms, two large ensemble practice rooms, the entrances to the stage and auditorium, most of the instrument storage rooms, as well as the usual number of offices, classrooms, etc. was by far the busiest. So, once she had packed her violin away, Daria retreated to the women’s room on the nearly deserted first floor. She brushed her teeth and hair, and then dabbed a hint of rosewater (the only scent she ever used, although only rarely) on the back of her wrists and the small hollow at the base of her throat.
It was a cool day, but Daria was wearing an outfit similar to what she had worn the day before. Daria took a deep breath, and made her way out of the rarely used front entrance and down the steps to the main level of the campus, from there down a gentler hill past the library to the social sciences building.
There was no one in the basement vending area, or on the side opposite of Church’s office. His door, however, was ajar.
Peeking in, Church was bent over a stack of papers – obvious from his motions, he was marking an objective exam. Daria therefore knocked softly.
Church looked up and smiled. Capping and setting down the fountain pen he was using to grade, he stood. “Hi. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Tired of grading?”
“Yes, that’s the third set out of three. I can finish them anytime before Monday afternoon. Ready for dinner?”
“Yes.” She was not sure if she was ready to use the word ‘date’ in this type of context, and so was glad he was avoiding it as well.
The building had faculty/staff parking both in front and back, and from the basement they exited to the nearly empty back lot (the front parking area was entered via the ground floor). Daria smiled when she saw his car was the same as hers. “What’s the joke?”
“I have a Valiant just like this one, down to the color,” Daria answered.
“I got mine while in grad school, and so long as it works, I’ll stick with it.”
Daria sat, and faced the driver, thus partially hiding her face from observers. She could tell from his sideways glance and slight smile that he at least partially interpreted her gesture correctly.
The town was not very large, but there were numerous stop signs and even a red light before they climbed a small hill just outside the actual town and stopped in front of a much larger house than Daria had anticipated. The town’s outskirts were growing, and this was the only house currently on its block on either side of the street, although the basic landscaping for all the lots was complete. The block closer to the main intersection had houses; the blocks further down the street were still scrub brushes and trees. At the moment, therefore, Marcus had a lot of privacy, even though the row of young low bushes didn’t offer much privacy between his lot and the empty lot behind it. His house had a two-door garage with what turned out to be a ‘mother-in-law’ apartment over it and large three bedrooms on the second floor, complete with front and back porches (the latter screened-in), finished cellar, two-and-a-half baths (2 up, ½ down), fireplace, living room, den, kitchen with breakfast area, and dining room. Despite his car, Church obviously came from money, as Daria had a rough idea the relatively low salaries assistant professors were paid.
After parking the car in the garage and shutting the garage door, he and Daria entered the kitchen. Church kicked off his shoes and took Daria’s coat. As he hung it for her, Daria slipped off her boots, to his surprise.
After indicating a ‘half bath’ off the kitchen, he took her to the front hall via the formal but empty dining room (“It’s taking a while to get everything furnished,” he explained). He described the upstairs without trying to get her to go up – obviously wanting to avoid the subject of visiting bedrooms at this stage of their possible relationship. The living room was better furnished, and the smaller den was comfortably furnished with several soft chairs and a matching sofa. The wall between the living room and den held the fireplace, open to both rooms.
He did conduct Daria down to the finished basement. While the area under the kitchen was the laundry room, the area under the dining room was a somewhat understocked wine cellar. The area under the living room and den was his library and home office.
As they went back up the stairs, Daria stopped and turned around. As she was two stairs above Marcus, when she turned she bent slightly, placed her hands on his shoulders, and they gently kissed for the first time.
“I just thought we should get that out of the way,” she murmured, now again blushing, as she had acted on impulse.
Smiling, Marcus climbed the remaining stairs while holding Daria’s hands. Then he held her close and returned the kiss, saying before, “Brilliant idea,” and after “Just to make sure there’re no accidents on the stairs.”
Daria happily returned the kiss, and initiated another.
When they broke that one, Marcus smiled and said, “This isn’t getting you fed.”
“True,” Daria agreed. “What are we having?” she asked as they moved into the kitchen. She had to laugh a bit when she saw the opened box of a Chef Boyardee pizza kit.
Marcus pulled out a mixing bowl to make the dough in, as well as a foil-covered bowl from the refrigerator. “The sauce that comes with this is a little bland, so I added just a touch of garlic powder and some basil and oregano this morning.”
“May I please help?”
“Sure,” he answered. “Have you made one of these before?”
“Nope, Mother wouldn’t allow such things, and when I stayed with Jane, we went to a pizza place.”
“I’ll make the dough; would you like to make a small salad for us?”
“Sounds healthy,” Daria teased.
Marcus pulled a tomato, lettuce, carrots, and celery from the fridge, as well a package of sliced ham and a bowl of broken-up bacon, and then two salad bowls from a cupboard. “I don’t have sausage or pepperoni, are ham and bacon good on your pizza?” Daria nodded, and he added, “Feel free to add some of the bacon to the salads.” He caught her attention more directly. “Coke, wine, beer, or milk?” he asked.
“I think I should stick with Coke,” she replied. Marcus nodded, and so pulled two bottles out for them.
The dough had to rise, so they chatted about generalities while Marcus sliced some Mozzarella into strips to add to the small can of grated cheese that came with the pizza mix. To her surprise, Daria ended up mostly talking about herself, although as the pizza baked she did learn a bit about Marcus.
He was eleven years older than her, and had earned his BA at a small private college in upstate New York before earning his graduate degrees at Columbia and then Oxford, which was certainly a surprise, considering where he was teaching. He was the only child of only children, but his grandparents had died over the previous dozen years, and his parents had died in a car accident two years before. While none had been very wealthy, he had inherited everything they had, including solid life insurance policies and the money from selling their houses and contents. He had published his dissertation and was working on his second monograph.
“What would you like to do next?” Marcus asked when they finished off the pizza.
Daria glanced at the clock in the kitchen and saw it was 7:12. “Do you know how to dance?”
Marcus blinked. Finally, he said, “If you mean whatever the latest Twist-like fad is, no. If you mean, well, old-style, I had to endure three years of dance class.”
“I did five,” Daria answered. “It looked like there’s just enough open space in the cellar for one couple to waltz in if we’re careful, and if you have the right music.”
Marcus stood and extended a hand. “I in fact do have one LP of Strauss music. Would Mi-Lady care to dance?”
“She would,” Daria agreed. She smiled slightly as she stood in return and took his hand. “At least for an hour. Do you like Star Trek? It comes on at eight thirty.”
“I do,” Marcus admitted. “I hope this week’s better than last week’s.”
“True,” Daria agreed. They put the dishes into his sink, and then went down to the cellar.
They enjoyed the hour of dancing very much. Afterwards, they liked ‘The Changeling’ more than the previous week’s episode, although nowhere near as much as they had liked the season’s premier episode.
-60s-
“Wow, that must have been some date,” Jane remarked much later that evening. “You’re still damn near grinning. You usually have a slight smirk or imitate the Mona Lisa at best.”
“It was,” Daria admitted. “Did you have fun?”
“To be honest, after dinner we went to the parking lot, reparked his car towards the back in the shadows, and made out for nearly two hours.” Jane then leered. “Yes, I enjoyed it. Yes, he covered second base, but didn’t uncover them.”
Daria shook her head at the metaphor.
“So…are you going to be seeing him again?”
“I believe so,” Daria stated simply. “I want to.”
“Home football game next Saturday,” Jane pointed out. “Most students will either be at the game or gone home. Could…James and I have the room?” Boys were allowed on their floor until curfew.
Daria blinked. “Are you sure?”
Jane nodded.
“For how long?”
“That would be up to your and you paramour,” Jane answered frankly.
“I guess I’ll ask.” While tempted to see him as soon as she could that next Monday, she decided to pace herself – at least a little.
-60s-
Marcus was only slightly surprised when Daria showed up in the second half of his Tuesday office hour. Fortunately, he was alone. She came in and mostly shut the door, and then sat across from him.
“Yes, Miss Morgendorffer?”
Daria spoke softly, but not in a whisper. “I was wondering if you would be interested in something similar to, well…?”
“Yes,” he said simply. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, Jane asked that I…leave the room to her as much as possible this Saturday.”
“Well, I take it you will want to practice Saturday morning. Anything else pending?”
“Not that I know of.” Daria bit her lip for as moment in thought – which Marcus thought made her look even more adorable than usual. “I can be done with practice before noon – by noon until close to one the band will be crawling all over the building.”
“If you want, we can spend most of the day together,” Marcus told her. “Lunch, and then dinner someplace nice if you have the outfit.”
“I do.” She looked him in the eye. “If I’m careful, may I drop it off here this week? It will have to be hung up….”
“Drop off whatever you want.”
The two smiled at each other, and Daria took her leave.
She did leave a package with him the next day. When Marcus got home, he found a nice dress and a dress jacket, both of which he carefully hung up, plus a slip, stockings, a pair of flats, and a small bag with a new toothbrush, a hairbrush, a small bottle of rosewater, and a box of what he mentally called a ‘feminine product.’
-60s-
Jane and Daria were both very excited about their upcoming weekend plans. Jane was certainly planning on furthering (although not completing) the physical relationship with James, while Daria was contemplating the possibilities. Still, they made it through the week easily enough, both driven to excel (which would give them an excuse to relax and enjoy themselves) rather than distracted by their hormones.
So, at 8:05 Saturday morning, the two left their dorm room together, although Jane was yawning. “Remember,” Daria stated as the two exited the building, “stay off my bed.”
“Of course.” The two ate light breakfasts, and Jane went to the art building to paint and then later meet James. Daria went up to the music building to practice the violin and guitar, and even a bit of piano, just to keep it up.
Unable to wait any longer, at 11:20, Daria left the building, walked down the hill, around the social sciences building, and got into Marcus’ car – he had just pulled in and had not even needed to turn off the engine. He was dressed in an open-collared shirt, tan slacks, and a sport coat. Daria was also dressed casually conventionally – a dark green sweater over a light green blouse, and slacks nearly the same color as her sweater.
The two enjoyed a light lunch of toasted ham and cheese sandwiches, and then they went upstairs to brush their teeth.
Daria had heard about the layout on her previous visit. The master suite was over the kitchen and dining room, with two bedrooms over the other portion of the house. The main bathroom was at the top of the stairs. Daria was directed towards the back bedroom while Marcus went to brush his teeth in the bathroom connected to the master suite.
Daria had been told that the two other bedrooms were empty. While that was still true of the front bedroom, the back one now had a comfortable looking armchair as well as a small vanity and matching bench. Her dress and jacket were hanging in the closet, as was a light bathrobe. While her flats were on the floor of the closet, so were a pair of bedroom slippers and a pair of moccasins. Her rosewater was on the vanity, while her stockings were in the top drawer. Her feminine napkins were in the bottom drawer. A quick look showed her toothbrush in the holder in the main bathroom, along with a tube of toothpaste.
Daria decided to wait upon events to judge all this. Still, she went back to ‘her’ room and peeled off her sweater, revealing the light green shirt – and no bra underneath.
The pair then went down to the basement, and spent an hour ballroom dancing again in their socks. After that, they went up to the living room and turned on the radio, listening to the campus radio broadcasting the football game. Neither was particularly interested in the game, but it made background noise as the pair sat, and then laid, on the sofa, necking like high schoolers. Even after the game ended, they really didn’t pay much attention to the radio. Still, a little before 5:00, Marcus reluctantly said, “I guess we should get changed.” They had both enjoyed the previous few hours, Marcus perhaps a bit more, considering the access to ‘second base,’ even if her shirt had stayed on. Daria was pleased with his gentle handling of her breasts and nipples. She took some time while changing to check out her well-kissed-and-nuzzled neck, and was glad there were no marks.
-60s-
When Daria came out of the bedroom, she turned around and asked, “Please zip me up?” as she held her thick long hair out of the way.
Marcus came up behind her, carefully kissed the small bare spot of skin on her back between the hair and the slip, and zipped up the dress. He then took and held her jacket for her to slip into, and the pair went out to his car.
The pair had about half an hour drive to one of the larger towns in the area. Marcus had made reservations for them at the only genuine French restaurant in the general area outside of DC and other major cities. Daria therefore knew not to object when Marcus tried to order them glasses of rosé. When told there was no rosé – that put the waiter on the backfoot, along with both Marcus’ and Daria’s flawless French – they were able to put off a wine order until they ordered their meals.
Marcus still refused to order a bottle – he knew he could only drink one glass and correctly expected Daria would drink even less. Still, they enjoyed their duck dishes, with Daria sipping cautiously on the generic red wine they had been served. Rather than dessert, since Marcus still had over a quarter of a glass of wine and Daria two-thirds, they ordered the cheese plate and exchanged wine glasses.
When they arrived back at Marcus’, it was not quite 7:45. As they went upstairs to change, Daria halted Marcus before they went to the different bedrooms. She had him unzip her dress, and requested he wait there.
Daria came back a few moments later, wearing only her slip and panties. She led Marcus into his bedroom, and she helped him strip down to his boxers. They took turns in the bathroom, and went back to the ‘necking’ they had been engaged in that afternoon.
After about twenty minutes, Daria stood up and removed her slip. This made Marcus happy, and so he made Daria happy.
Shortly thereafter, Daria’s hand slipped into Marcus’ boxers, which made him even happier. Daria’s comment that she was just off of her period convinced him to renew his offer of reciprocation on a later date.
When Daria realized she was about to make Marcus very happy indeed, her mouth trailed down his chest, and then lower. She then engulfed him just before the finish as well as when he orgasmed and for a few moments after.
-60s-
When Daria returned to her dorm, it was close to 11:00. Jane was lounging on her bed, and Daria teased, “I see you didn’t need to change the sheets.”
“Actually, I had to change them twice, so I’m back to the original. I’ll do the other one tomorrow.” Jane then teased back. “And did you have to help him change his?”
“No,” Daria admitted. “In the end, I started off, well, remember what I did with that stranger at the Festival?”
Jane nodded.
Daria blushed, “I just…finished in a very different way.”
“How was it?”
“To be honest…I really liked it,” Daria confessed, still a bit surprised at that fact.
“H’mmm,” Jane pondered.
“What?” Daria’s eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong? Did he force you…?”
“No, but we did end up going all the way,” Jane confessed. Previously, she had wanted to wait on that. She looked at Daria. “He didn’t talk me into it, or force me or anything.” She shrugged. “We just ended up, well, doing it.”
“You at least used condoms, right?” This was a concern, as condoms were not easy to come by in this period.
“He did,” Jane confirmed. “It’s just that….”
“What?”
“Well,” Jane confessed, “I think I was spoiled by Mister Cylinder.”
“How so?”
Jane seemed to judge size and distance. “Maybe…five, five and a half?” In this, Jane was very slightly underestimating James with her higher estimate. “Maybe three-quarters the…the….”
“Girth?”
Jane nodded. “Were you…?”
“No,” Daria stated, but refusing to look Jane in the eyes. “About seven and a half to eight inches…” Daria was close with her lower estimate “…and maybe ninety percent of the girth?”
“Sounds….”
Daria smirked. “Fulfilling?”
“Yeah,” Jane admitted. “James was satisfying; like I said, I think I was just a bit spoiled.” She smiled. “Think we can do something of a repeat next weekend?”
“Marcus allowed me to leave my stuff there, so probably yes.”
“You ask, and then I will.”
Daria agreed. They had rearranged their room at the start of the semester. Now their cots were usually next to each other, but they had swung Daria’s around to the outer wall and separated them slightly. They put them back together so that they could at least sleep next to each other.
-60s-
Professor Church looked up as he was finishing looking over his notes for his morning’s lecture as Daria knocked and entered his office that Monday. She mostly shut it behind her, but she stayed near the door. “Good morning,” he greeted, but slightly worried if she was going to be obsessive.
“Shall we make plans for Saturday at some point?” she asked softly after greeting him in return.
Marcus smiled. “Sounds like we should do so. Suggestions or requests?”
Daria shook her head.
Marcus frowned. “Did I give you my phone numbers?”
“Well, I have your office number from last spring.”
Marcus nodded and took one of his business cards, and wrote out his home number.
Daria came over to take it, and then Marcus offered his hand. Both glanced at the door, and then Marcus again kissed the back of her hand. Daria’s return smile was small but genuine.
-60s-
Daria thought about Marcus’ inquiry – there really wasn’t any place or anything she wanted to go or do, other than be with him. On the other hand, she did not want this to devolve into a totally clandestine affair, even if there would have to be elements of that. A perusal of movies playing in nearby towns and cities proved disappointing. There was no way she was going to suggest the controversial just-released Swedish film ‘I am Curious,’ even if she was curious. From the reviews, ‘In the Heat of the Night’ might be getting a lot of good reviews, but did not seem right for a date movie, while ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ was even more unlikely. The exploitation films or the other newer advertised movies in the remaining first run theaters did not appeal either. James Bond and the re-release of ‘Snow White’ dominated the second-run theaters, along with movies of even less interest. Finally, she found a two-screen theater about forty-five minutes away that would be offering the spring movies ‘Taming of the Shrew’ with Burton and Taylor and the musical ‘How to Succeed in Business’ that weekend. She didn’t think she’d care much for the first, and so suggested the second
Marcus was amenable, and found out that there would be a 3:00 showing, and so the pair made their plans accordingly. Jane and James were planning on an afternoon together, followed by seeing the campus showing of ‘The Happening’ – an early (and as it turned out, not overly good) Hollywood attempt to incorporate hippies into their movies.
Like the week before, Daria was going out dressed differently from how she usually dressed on campus, although it was equally different than the formal-wear of the week before. She definitely looked like someone a college professor would be dating, in one of the two ‘business-wear’ outfits she had (she had made a trip to the Lanes to pick it up). Whereas she never wore makeup on campus, and had been lightly made up the previous week, her lipstick was a little more obvious, her blush and eye makeup subtly different. Her earrings the previous week had been diamond studs, this week garnet.
Marcus liked both ‘date looks’ but preferred her natural look, and made sure she understood his appreciation.
The pair enjoyed the movie, and then ate at the somewhat-casual chicken restaurant in the town. They were back at Marcus’ just after 7:00. Daria took a deep breath, and suggested they use the small walk-in shower that was in the master suite bathroom (along with a sizable tub that Daria saw could fit two, at least two who were more than friendly).
Marcus readily agreed, and Daria came back into his bedroom wearing just the robe and moccasins he had bought her and carrying a shower cap.
They left the shower feeling clean (amongst other things) but eager to leave when the hot water started to give out.
As this was their first time (and the first time Daria would be penetrated so far as Marcus knew), he had a split of pink champagne on ice for them to relax with. Daria was relieved to see the box of condoms, towels, and even a carafe of ice water.
Nearly an hour later, they had learned that Daria was passionate and sensuous, Marcus was as eager to please her as she was to please him, she preferred being on top, and that the two were very compatible in their lovemaking.
After they had enjoyed the final afterglow of their affectionate after-play, Marcus asked, “Can you stay the night?”
Daria thought, and had to answer, “Not this weekend.”
“Next?”
She kissed him. “I hope so.”
“I don’t want anything short-term with you.”
“I don’t either, but I do wonder….”
Marcus smiled, “Well, I’m hoping for at least two years.”
She would not be on campus after that, as she would be student-teaching. “At least?”
“We can reassess then.” Both knew they were likely being overly enthusiastic, but at this point, they were both willing to gamble on things working out.
Daria kissed him again. “Deal.”
-60s-
Forty minutes later, as they were about to go out to the car, Marcus handed Daria a keyring with two keys. At her inquiring glance, he said simply, “Garage door and the outside doors.”
Daria could only give him a tight hug in thanks.
-60s-
“Well,” Jane remarked when Daria shut their door, “I can see from your face you had a great time.”
“I certainly did,” Daria had to agree. She stretched, “Classes are good and I’m up to date or even ahead on all the classwork. The novels are going well; orchestra and the journals are good. The Thursday gig might not pay but it’s fun to play.”
“And you’re getting laid,” Jane teased bluntly.
“And I am making love,” Daria corrected. “Who knows, maybe it is the real thing.”
“Well, he isn’t married, but we’ll see how either of our love lives develop.”
“You don’t sound as satisfied as you did last week,” Daria pointed out. “Something wrong?”
“Well, we…did it twice I guess, but the first time was like what you did….Okay, I went down on him. He loved it, but I wasn’t as crazy about the result as you were.”
“Literally a matter of taste I suppose,” Daria mused.
“Ha, ha,” Jane retorted. “Will you be seeing him next weekend?”
“Yes,” was the simple reply.
“When?” Jane asked.
Daria smiled. “Whichever night we don’t have something planned.”
Jane smiled in return, but then frowned. “You did use condoms?”
“Of course.”
“Do you think we should look into, well….”
“The pill?”
Jane nodded.
Daria frowned. “First, I don’t know if the campus health center would prescribe them, and second, they currently notify our parents if there are any serious medical concerns. This might count as a ‘serious concern’.”
“We should look into this.”
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