Artistry
a Non-Anime Fanfiction fanfiction by Ronin
Dedicated to a real good friend that resurrected the Daria hentai/sex genre after FF.Net did its great porn purge, the one and only Thea Zara. Kudos to you, T. Z.!!
Following the graduation events at Lawndale High, came tragedy and surprise. Tragedy, because Kevin Thomson and his folks were killed in an auto crash, days after the graduation, along with Brittany Taylor getting arrested on charges of drunk driving, having partied by herself to celebrate her separation from Kevin with four bottles of wine and driving all over Lawndale, causing havoc. Needless to say, her license was revoked and worse still, got 40 days in jail, to the distress of her family. Surprise, because after the breakup of The Fashion Club, Sandy, along with all her belongings, vanished without a trace, to the chagrin of her mom, Linda. In fact, not much was seen and heard from neither Stacy nor Tiffany. But all that didn’t mean a thing to the only artist in Lawndale known as Jane Lane, who even now, had plenty on her mind, starting with the thought of losing her partner in crime, Daria, who was bound for Raft Collage. To miss her only friend, ever since she first came to Lawndale–Daria, that is. Not to mention the fact her months long breakup with Tom Sloane was still on her mind.
Night. And with it, a troubled Jane, a lot on her mind, walking past House Morgendoffer–and that was when the black haired artist looked up and saw a light in one o of the windows, and the driveway empty. Out of habit, in the hopes that Daria was home, Jane walked up to the door. Now maybe she could tell her friend how she felt how much she was going to miss her while in collage–something Jane had never been able to express to Daria days before. Upon knocking on the door which opened, Jane was surprised to see Daria’s sister Quinn, who said, “Hey, Jane. If you’re hoping to meet with Daria, she’s on a date with Tom.”
“Oh…..maybe some other time when she’s home. Just tell her Jane was here.” Try as she might, Jane couldn’t hide the somber mood in her voice.
“What’s the matter?” asked Quinn.
“You wouldn’t wanna know,” said the artist. “When Daria gets home, tell her I was here, OK?”
“Oh, Jane, you just got here and besides, Daria will be here in an hour.”
“You’re her sister, so why should I trust you when it comes to my missing her when she goes off to collage–”
Upon discovering her Freudian slip, Jane paled and turned to run, and that was when Quinn called out, “Jane, wait. You can trust me. Why don’t you talk to me while I hang up my dresses in the closet? My window overlooks the street, so–”
“I don’t know…” said a doubtful Jane.
“Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please!” Quinn’s voice was a forlorn whimper, which to Jane meant that the redhead fashion girl was no doubt lonely and only wanted some company.
Finally, the artist shrugged her shoulders and said, “What’ve we got to lose?” Before following Quinn inside the house and up the stairs to her room where she was hanging up the last of her fancy formal party dresses in her closet, while the redhead’s boom box was tuned to the radio station featuring Spatula Man.
“So you haven’t told Daria how you feel ’bout you two going to separate collages?” asked the redhead.
Sighing, the black haired artist said, “No, Quinn, I hadn’t. Considering she and I will possibly be in Boston, we’ll no doubt be in separate collages…. It??s sad to say goodbye to an old friend…” Jane broke off, her eyes noticing the sad look in Quinn’s brown eyes.
Those eyes…true, over the years, Jane hadn’t bothered with Quinn’s beautiful face, much less her body. But right now, the artist had to admit that it was no wonder so many guys, including The 3 J’s went gaga for the redhead. She was THAT beautiful, with her long silken red hair, her sweet kissable candy mouth with the lip-gloss, her pointy chin, petite body, chocolate brown eyes and melodious voice with the trance like lullaby quality. So it was no wonder the artist felt like she was hypnotized when Quinn spoke:
“You think I don’t know that? I…I am so…. so….. oh, I don’t know how to express how I am going to miss Daria when she goes…. I know I never had any big expressions of love for Daria for so many years, and I know she ain’t a great sister…but,”–here, Quinn’s voice was lost in her sobs–“I love her, Jane! I always DID love her, and I always will! And why? Because she was my sister, and I love her….!!” The tears streamed down the redhead’s face, like tiny pearl drops–so it was no wonder that somehow, Jane found herself hugging Daria’s sister, feeling her willowy body press against hers, one hand caressing Quinn’s red hair, the other, feeling her waist, how soft it felt. For the moment, despite her reputation as a one of the non-conformitive set, Jane was enjoying how Quinn’s touch felt to her, so much so, that she was jolted out of her newfound bliss by Quinn saying: “Jane? You OK? What’s with you?”
Stepping back, the artist stammered, “Oops, sorry ’bout that.”
Her tears already dried, a quizzical Quinn gazed at Jane saying, “Y’ know…I don’t blame you. I mean, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were in love with me.”
“You?!? You’re nuts, Super Q. I was born heterosexual and besides, you and your fellow FC drones have dated lots of guys. So that part is kinda off, eh?”
“But sometimes you can’t help but wonder if you’re bi. They say it doesn’t hurt to try something new for a change.”
“So you think you’re bisexual? A repressed lesbian?”
“Now that I think of it…(sigh)….” Quinn hung her head and murmured, “…. Oh, what the hey? Jane, ever since me Daria, mom and dad first came to Lawndale, since I first met you when I spent the night at your place…………you could say I……I…. I…. I had a crush on you….”
Indeed Jane wasn’t prepared for that statement; she jumped back a bit and squawked, “WHAT?!? You were in love with me?!? Get out of here, you’re NUTS!!”
Sounding as if she was almost ready to cry, the redhead stammered, “Um…well, I wasn’t at first, but as the years passed, I got to know you, and how I liked your talent for artistry, your outlook on almost anything. How you gave my sister the best friendship she needed in times like these, but I kinda liked your voice, your black hair–but I also liked your blue eyes; I kinda thought they were sexy.”
At that, all the artist could do was laugh, “Quinn!!”
“Well, it’s the truth. Those crystalline blue eyes remind me of those new no smear eyeshadow from Cashman’s.”
Jane, for her part, had to admit, that inasmuch as what Quinn had said sounded like one of those Fashion Club–well, sayings, she had to admit it WAS a good compliment when it came to her blue eyes. In fact, Quinn was even now; staring deeply into those said blue eyes, resulting in the artist staring into the redhead’s lovely brown eyes. And all the while, Jane was stammering, “Y-you know, if Daria got back and saw me, her best friend, in a compromising pose with you, her sister, she’d shred our jockey shorts.”
“JA-A-A-A-ANE!!” said Quinn. “EWWWW!!!! Besides, we’re girls!! And girls like you and me don’t wear jockey shorts!! Panties, sure, but NOT jockey shorts!”
“OK, she’ll shred our jockey panties then.” There was a slight grin on Jane’s face while Quinn took to laughing her head off. But once again, the artist and the redhead took to staring at each other, their noses almost touching.
“So…” said Jane, “what do you want me to say? How ’bout, ‘Oh, Quinn, I love you too?'”
Again, Quinn giggled, “Oh, Jane, you don’t have to say that.”
“Listen–I did say I was heterosexual, but y’ know, you kinda sparked my curiosity.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning that they say there’s a first time for everything…I don’t know, but, I can see why you’re so popular; all the guys in Lawndale High want you so much.”
“And I can see why you and Daria became best friends–you’re so…” Quinn sought out the right word and added, “…so easy to get along with.”
“You think so?” said Jane. “It’s because me and Daria, well, we’re on the unpopular set, we’re brains, and well…” By now, their mouths were way close–and that was when the artist said, “Supposing I do kiss you–fine. You think that’ll prove we’re bi….?”
“Only one way to be sure…” said the redhead, who moved in close, and with one tiny wet tongue, licked to trace Jane’s mouth. A sensation that took the artist by surprise at first before she did the same to the redhead’s candy sized mouth, tasting the strawberry lip gloss that covered those oh so kissable lips of Quinn’s. That was when Jane was overcome with a wave of heat and desire that covered every nerve of hers with tingles, her nipples already erect beneath her clothing; already, she could faintly see Quinn’s nipples stick out from beneath her pink blouse with the gold butterfly.
Unable to control themselves, the girls kissed each other full on each other’s mouths, a bit hesitantly at first, then with more feeling, progressively turning into a French kiss. For Jane Lane, the feel of kissing a girl, as well as entwining her tongue with one like Quinn wasn’t anything like kissing Mystik Spiral??s Jesse Moreno. Far from it. That kind of feeling was not like anything she had experienced, since she had first discovered her talent for art. No wonder such lesbian fan fiction stories, for that matter, the fan fiction that the artist would read on The Internet, were so popular. For Quinn Morgendorffer, the feel of kissing another girl was a whole new feeling, so different from kissing all the other guys in the past. Indeed, it was no wonder the redhead felt so passive, holding onto the artist, feeling her body, every curve fitting just right with the fashion princess…and wondering what Jane’s body was like. If only the other members of the now defunct Fashion Club could see her now…
Jane and Quinn were in their own version of seventh heaven when their kiss deepened, each girl running her fingers though each other’s hair, Quinn’s long red hair was silken and satiny, with traces of gardenia while Jane’s black hair had that scent of rose with that feeling of clean. In any case, Jane broke the kiss to say, “Hey–you wanna be naked an’ make love?”
“Um…ok,” replied Quinn.
“Just wanted to be sure. So—-in the words of Shakespeare, into the breach.”
From there, the artist and the redhead took off each other’s clothing, till the former was in her red bra and panty, and the latter, in her white lingerie. Then after they stripped out from that, Jane, with her size b cup breasts and thick nipples and supple body, and Quinn, with her c cup breasts and firm nipples and slim alabaster body she kept firm and trim, through years with power yoga. Held each other, loving the feel from each other’s naked bodies, breasts and nipples pressing each other’s while they kissed–and it was at that point, that Spatula Man, on Quinn’s radio, spoke:
“OK, OK, for all you dudes an’ dudettes throughout Lawndale, we’ve got just THE numero uno tune for all those full moonlit nights–Naked Eyes doin’, When The Lights Go Out.”
Laying down on her bed, her long red hair fanning out, Quinn sighed, “Seduce me.”
“Listen, girl,” said Jane. “I’ll do more than that, so just enjoy it, eh?” With that in mind, the artist laid down on top of her and gave her a long French kiss, while Naked Eyes could be heard:
Susie doesn’t go out very much
She likes to stay in bed at night
It seems that everything is all too much
But she just lays in bed at night
From there, Jane was rubbing, fondling and massaging Quinn’s breasts, their silk smooth feel as smooth as glass, the redhead’s nipples good and stiff, so it was no wonder the redhead gasped and sighed with pleasure, breathing, “Mmmmm….you’ve got such soft palms and fingers…. you make me feel SO good….suck my breasts….make me feel good in my nipples….I feel so wet….”
Jane did just that–in fact, she not only licked, sucked and kissed Quinn’s breasts and nipples, she also used her index and center finger to finger the redhead’s clit and vagina till it was gushing lots of fluid, the fashion princess writhing and crying out in her passion. “OH!! Oh, Jane, you give it to me so GOOD!! Give me more….!!”
Which was what Jane did, till she took to sticking her tongue in the now wet vagina of Quinn, licking the hard clit. Which sent the redhead in overdrive, wailing beyond control– before the artist went and cleaned out and ate out the now writhing Quinn; whose body felt like it was on an all time high, enveloped in flames of passion, enjoying the wave after wave of incredible love.
The day’s all right but then….
When the lights go out
She calls your name
When the lights go out
Always the same
Always someone left out in the rain
It’s always the same
Jane didn’t stop until Quinn came, her fluid pouring all over her face, which the artist drank up, like some kind of nectar, fingering the girl for one last peak of orgasm before sticking it in the redhead’s mouth so she could taste her own juice.
“Mmmmm….. so good,” Quinn murmured. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Give me your best, girl,” said Jane, who laid down on her back and opened her legs wide.
“Oh, believe me, I will,” said the redhead, who wasted no time in using the same mouth and tongue work on the artist’s breasts and nipples while fingering her, till juice was coming out from the vagina. Jane was wildly shaking and gasping all over the bed, and her nipples, now hard as rocks, filled Quinn’s mouth. Moan after moan came from the artist as she was hit time and again by a surge of what she could only describe as, in the words of The Who, an amazing journey. Which got amazing still, when at one point, the redhead rubbed Jane’s breasts and nipples, each rub on her hard nipple sending jolts of ecstasy through her body.
She’s the kind who needs the tender touch
She never wants to compromise
What you thought you’d never have gets up
And disappears before your eyes
The day’s all right but then….
When the lights go out,
She calls your name
When the lights go out
Always the same
Always someone left out in the rain
It’s always the same
It’s always the same….
It didn’t take long for Quinn to go down on Jane’s clit and vagina and eat her out till the black haired Lane girl writhed, gasping, “Q-Quinn…….!! I…..I……I…….I…..I want it all……!!”
But even after Jane came, showering Quinn with her juice, she still didn’t stop there–for she then turned the redhead over so she was laying on her back. With the black haired artist on top of her before the girls took to hot French kissing while fingering each other, the result was that it didn’t take long for Jane and Quinn to moan passionately in their kiss, the artist fingering the redhead, and the redhead fingering the artist. One thing was for sure–all that brought them to the ultimate sexual peak.
The day’s all right but then….
When the lights go out,
She calls your name
When the lights go out
Always the same
Always someone left out in the rain
It’s always the same
The day’s all right but then….
When the lights go out,
She calls your name
When the lights go out
Always the same
Always someone left out in the rain
It’s always the same
It’s always the same
It’s always the same……
No sooner did Quinn and Jane come, they moaned something fierce in their kiss while their orgasm exploded within them with the power of 1200 H-bombs; right now, they were holding each other, sharing a kiss.
“Oh, Jane, I love you too,” breathed the redhead.
Laughing, the artist said, “Deja vu, eh, Super Q? But all joking aside, that was quite a trip. Maybe I should create a new art concept based on what we’ve experienced, and call it The New Ultimate Trip.”
“I never felt that way,” said Quinn, “since Cashman’s had that baby tee two for one sale. But I LOVED what we just did all the same.” After a pause, she added, “Jane, promise me you don’t say anything to the now deceased Fashion Club, what we just did.”
“Sure, if you promise me you don’t say anything to Trent, nor Jesse, nor Nick, nor Max, nor Monique, nor Tom, nor even Daria what we just did.”
“Sure. To quote Gloria Estefan, anything for you.”
For a moment, Quinn and Jane grinned at each other while they held each other, the artist’s head between the redhead’s breasts. And then………Jane Lane did something she never thought she do at all before. Put simply, she said, “Quinn……I hope some day Daria, Tom, Trent, Jesse and the rest will forgive me, but right now, I love you….”
With her dazzling smile–the first one she gave in a long time–Quinn Morgendorffer replied in the most joyous way, “I love you too, Jane,” before she placed the most loving kiss on her new lover’s mouth.
When Daria came home, she was surprised to see a dressed Jane waiting for her at the foot of the stairs. “Waiting for you, I was,” she said.
“You amaze me sometimes,” said the cynic. “No wonder Trent said we were freaking friends.”
“Let’s just say his statement was justified. Listen, Daria, all joking aside, there’s so much I wish to tell you, upstairs. It’s….kinda important, before we’re collage bound…..so much I feel….it’s troubling me….”
“Say no ‘mo, partner in crime,” said Daria, her Mona Lisa grin showing. “It beats running ’round the town in a maid’s uniform saying, ‘Cock A Doodle Doo.'”
Heading down the hall to Daria’s bedroom, Jane, before entering, looked back across the hall, and saw Quinn, standing outside her bedroom. For a moment, the artist winked at the redhead, who winked back, before the artist amiga to Daria known as Jane Lane stepped inside her cynic friend’s humble abode…
OWARI (THE END)