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The Author as a Lesbian - Season 4

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This story is No. 4 in the series "The Author as a Lesbian". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Dealing with less than happy people. D/J/J, Q/Tom, Sandi/Winner

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Cartoons > Daria(Current Donor)DeacBlueFR181425,9630117,08710 Dec 1116 Jan 12Yes

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Episode Two

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by Glenn Eichler and MTV; no infringement is intended, and no money is being made. Also, close paraphrasing and some verbatim use from various episodes, again, no infringement intended.

A/N: There be nekkid people here! Doing....things!

"Five, four, three, two, one...Happy New Year!" The three amigas raised their glasses of sparkling cider in a toast, drained them and put them on the nightstands.

After soft kisses all around, Daria looked at her wives with a wide smile and asked, "So what did you guys resolve, for the coming year?"

Jen dipped her head a bit and said, "I resolved to keep helping make the Spiral the success that it can be." She smiled. "I think we might be able to get out of the regional market!"

Daria kissed her. "I resolved to make sure that I communicated with my wives just how much I love them, every day, if I can." She turned and felt under the bed while Jane embraced Jen from behind.

"Among other things, I resolved to try out this with you two tonight." Jen felt behind her and her hand landed on a...it couldn't be. She looked behind her and down, and saw a glistening plastic dildo fastened to Jane's pelvis.

"Wow, Jane, that's a nice one, but what about -?" Jen was interrupted by Daria tapping on her shoulder. Turning around, after a kiss, she looked down and saw an even larger dildo attached to her.

"Would you like to be the filling in a sandwich?" Daria whispered into Jen's ear as she slowly slipped her semi-hard schlong into her sexy suitemate. Jen had answered with a deep kiss of her own, starting to thrust back and forth a bit, when she felt Jane's warm, wet fingers rubbing around her asshole, occasionally going in past the sphincter. When she started to moan, she felt Jane kissing her neck, whispering, "Relax," as she slowly pushed the smaller dildo into her ass.

Daria kissed her way down Jen's throat while she kept up the movements that had embedded her dildo all the way inside of Jen, occasionally slowing down so that Jane could push farther and farther inside Jen's ass. She made her way down to Jen's breasts, cupping one with one hand, holding Jen around the back with her other hand, which was also entangled in Jen's hair; I'm definitely thinking about growing out my hair, it's so much fun to play with! and her lips and teeth nipping and kissing Jen's fully erect nipple.

While she was busy with that, Jane had slowly shoved as much as she could inside Jennifer, and had grabbed her hair with one hand, her other stroking the breast and nipple that Daria wasn't. With her lips right next to Jen's earlobe, she whispered, "You're the naughty little meat in our sandwich, aren't you?" and with her teeth, tugged the lobe just a bit. Taking Jen's whimpering moan for assent, she leaned over and said to Daria, "I think our girl's ready for us to get this party started." And with that, she pulled almost all the way out of Jen, nipped her on the shoulder, then said to Daria, "Whenever you're ready."

What happened next was never perfectly clear in Jen's mind. Even the time it took was hazy. What she was sure of was that whenever Daria pulled out, Jane would push in, and that they took her to the brink again and again, with their dildos and mouths and hands, always slowing back down before the crest, until, finally, they couldn't stop the multiple orgasms arcing their way through her. Finally she collapsed, limp, as it all crashed down.

"Happy Fucking New Year," she whispered. Turning slightly, she gathered both of her wives in her arms, kissed their foreheads, and asked, "Can we clean the dildos and do that again with one of you?"

"Of course," said Daria with a smile, then turned to her other wife. "Jane, do you want to go first?"

Strangely enough, they missed the various football games that morning.



"Five, four, three, two, one...Happy New Year!" Tom looked into Quinn's eyes and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She smiled and her hug tightened just a bit.

"Thank you for asking me to your parent's party. It's all so wonderful."

He frowned a bit. "Well, if you weren't here, it'd be pretty boring. I'd have my choice between people who are too old to think of me as anything but a kid, guys my age that just want to go out and get wasted, and 'Muffys' who want to get in my pants so that they can have a share of the Sloane pile of loot." He shook his head. "Not one of them an appetizing choice. That's one of the reasons that I was slumming."

"Jeez, they can't make it on their own, so they're trying to hook you? What losers!" She shook her head and looked at the girls he had pointed out. "And they can't even dress themselves! They're all dressed the same, and hello, what works for a size zero doesn't work for a size ten!" She looked up at him. "Of course, then I have to ask what are you going to be doing?" She looked into his eyes. "Are you just going to wait for your dad to pass on, because, if you are, you're just like them." Quinn was glad she'd talked this over with Daria; her first instinct would be to avoid any conversation like this if at all possible.

But Daria had set her straight (she giggled at the thought). "Quinn, what was right when you were dating lots of guys - avoiding conflict and arguments - doesn't hold water when you're talking about someone that you want to be your steady boyfriend, and maybe more, later. Where you'd duck the conversation, just to get through the date and have fun, here you're trying to learn about him, where he stands, and if you two can make a go of it. So ask the hard questions, and if it splits you up, better sooner than later." Put that way, it was just common sense, but her reactions had been trained a different way.

"I'm going to go into business, sure," Tom replied to her. "If for no other reason, I don't want to be a drain on the family resources, and there's no one else to run our part of the company when Dad leaves us." He squeezed her hand. "But I plan to look in at least some different direction, because I don't necessarily like who my Dad had to become when he took over from Grandfather." A thought struck him. "In fact -" He closed his mouth.

"In fact what?" Quinn asked.

"Don't worry about it, it was just a thought."

She raised her eyebrow. "What thought?"

He raised his hands and backed up a step. "Okay, I'll tell you. Just remember that it's just a thought, and that I don't have any designs on your family."

Quinn raised the other eyebrow to match the first, crossed her arms over her chest, and settled her lips into a firm, thin line. "Go on."

"Well, it occurred to me that I would be coming into a significant part of my trust when everyone would just be coming out of college, or design school, or getting out of their first contract, in the case of the Spiral. Something that I was about to say when I had the idea was that I wanted to be invested, in one way or another, in something that I was interested in, not just something that made widgets and money that I never thought about besides the bottom line.

"The idea that came to me was that all of your family, as I told Daria once, were people of substance. I can tell you right now that all of you in your extended family are going somewhere. Most of you are at a point that, if you needed to, you could make a living off of your chosen professions. The quality of your various work is that good. And we're talking four guys in their very early twenties, your parents, and you five girls - all sixteen or seventeen years old. The only thing that might stop them is not having the resources when they're starting out. I was thinking of letting my trust fund be the bankroll for them, if and when they needed it, as an investment. It would be something that I was definitely interested in."

Tom shook his head. "But then I realized that if I told you that, it might very much look like I was horning in on you family's success, both now and in the future, and I didn't want to seem to be doing that. Truce?"

Quinn squinted for a moment, then nodded. "Truce." She smiled at him. "Right now, I think they have enough to cover themselves. But if we see a need coming up, I'll definitely point them your way."

"Great." He grinned. "Mind if we dance, now?"



"Five, four, three, two, one...Happy New Year!" Helen and Jake toasted each other as the ball came down, enjoying their dance in the hotel ballroom the Helen's firm had rented.

Jake looked down at his beautiful wife. "It's been a hell of a year, hasn't it, Helen?"

"A hell of a couple of years, Jake," she said, laying her head on his chest as they swayed to the music. "Can you believe that we're where we are, the whole family, seeing where we started just a year and a half ago?"

"I don't know, honey." Jake seemed bemused. "But one thing that I could have told you then is that I'd be dancing with the most beautiful woman in the room, right here, right now."

Helen smiled. "You know, it's past midnight, and we have the room rented..."

"Race ya!"



"Five, four, three, two, one...Happy New Year!"

Sandi stood next to Tiffany, crossed her arms, and harrumphed at the sight of Stacy and Ted dancing. "How did that loser manage to bring a junior guy to the dance, when we were unable to find even sophomore men of quality?" she asked Tiffany.

Apparently slightly too loudly. Stacy whispered into Ted's ear, and they came dancing by. As they neared the Fashion Club in Exile, Stacy spoke clearly. "Maybe it's because guys like to be around girls who make them feel good. They don't really want to be around bitches, and even putting out won't completely cover that. Just a thought." And with that, Stacy and Ted danced off in another direction.



"Five, four, three, two, one...Happy New Year!"

All was quiet in the Thompson household. To be sure, there were noisemakers and party hats in abundance, but Mr. and Mrs. Thompson had gone to celebrate at a friend's house. Kevin and Brittany had come to the house with every intention of celebrating the New Year in a very loud and joyous manner, when they were distracted - by celebrating in a very loud and joyous manner.



"Five, four, three, two, one...Happy New Year!"

Pat smiled at the woman next to her on the bed. "Want to get out and bang some pots?"

Terry Durgin smiled, and kissed her partner on the lips lightly. "Nannh. We'll let the kids make the noise this year." And with that, they cuddled up and covered themselves with a thick blanket.
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