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The following short story is based on characters created and/or copyrighted by Glenn Eichler, Susie Lewis Lynn, and MTV. All other characters were created and copyrighted by Roland Lowery.
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"Fine art and pizza delivery, what we do falls neatly in between!"

-David Letterman

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by Roland 'Jim' Lowery
Jane wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, neither noticing nor caring that she left more paint behind than she'd removed sweat. The vase sitting on the desk in front of her had her full attention as the colors swiping across it slowly but surely built themselves up into the pattern that she saw in her head. It wasn't until what sounded like a SWAT team trying to break down the door drifted across the ear-splitting strains of heavy metal music pounding through the dorm room that Jane looked up from her work.
After turning the radio down a bare fraction, she walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. Seeing large, round lens glasses, a green jacket, and thick brown hair on the other side of the door, Jane opened the door and prepared to embrace her visitor. She was stopped only by the three wide, flat cardboard boxes sitting in Daria's arms.
The smell of three pizza pies with almost every topping imaginable assaulted Jane's brain and stomach equally. She took stock of her bodily condition for the first time in several hours and was surprised to find that she was not only in need of food, she was weak and almost delirious from the ravenous hunger gnawing at her.
Daria tried to say something but was drowned out by the thumping music. Jane motioned her in, closed the door, and turned the music down to a more tolerable level.
"How's that?" she asked.
"Why on Earth do you keep it so loud anyway?" Daria asked as she carefully set the boxes on a rare clear spot amidst the art supplies on a nearby table. "Don't your fellow Beefackians complain?"
Jane laughed and turned the volume all the way down. Unsynchronized beats could be heard dully thumping through the walls on either side of the room. She turned the radio back up where they could talk normally over it but it still covered the sound of her neighbors.
"We have to have it shut off by eight," she explained, "but until then, the powers that be figure that as long as everyone's going to do it, there's no one that's going to complain. So . . . did I order pizza and forget about it? And why aren't you wearing your Pizza King uniform, Little Miss Delivery Lady?"
"Ha ha, very funny," Daria said sarcastically. "When you told me you were going to be working all weekend without any distractions, I immediately knew that meant 'I'm going to forget to eat'. Was I wrong?" She opened the top box and started wafting the pizza smell Jane's way.
The artist was almost certain her feet were going to lift off the ground and the intoxicating aroma would carry her over like a cartoon hobo. "You've won this round, Morgendorffer," she said, snatching up a heavily laden slice before Daria could playfully slap her hand.
"Oh my God that's just beautiful," Jane mumbled around a mouthful of everything-but-anchovies. "Daria, you're a lifesaver."
"I'll be sure to add that to my resume," Daria said wryly. "So, I've provided the refreshments. As a gracious host, I believe it is your duty to give the tour and offer additional entertainments."
Jane grabbed another slice of pizza, shoved a hunk of it in her mouth, and started making muffled noises as she self-importantly pointed at various features of the dorm. After a few moments, she swallowed and said, " . . . and that concludes the tour. If you have any questions, please refer to the sign that says 'no questions' on your way out."
Daria gave her slight smile and looked around. There truly wasn't too much to the room. Unlike Daria's place back at Raft, the BFAC dorm was a one-person affair. Of course, the catch was that it was little more than a slightly over-sized broom closet. A small bed - half covered with pillows to make it look more like a couch - sat in one corner, the vase-laden work desk sat in another, a table straining underneath art supplies and books in a third, and the last was covered with leaning canvases. The floor in the middle was covered with newspapers plastered together with paint, rubber cement, hot glue, and various other artsy substances.
"Very nice," Daria said. "I suppose it was worth the price of admission." She snagged a pizza slice for herself and pointed at the vase. "You mind?"
Jane took the open box to the bed and sat down. "Look but don't touch," she said, "unless you want to be part of the exhibit on Monday. Hey, could you hand me the paintwater and a rag while you're over there?"
While Jane wiped paint off of herself in between stuffing her face with food, Daria turned back to the vase. The wet paint along the left side glistened in the overhead light. It was mostly oranges and blacks, and the scene depicted looked like a fever dream representation of an ancient Grecian urn. Twisted fauns either danced gaily next to nereid on a wooded beach or were undergoing some esoteric form of body-warping torture . . . Daria couldn't rightly tell. On the drier right side, a large and tremendously anatomically correct figure held a spear aloft, one of the sea nymphs dangling by her hands from the tip.
"Greek mythology meets Cubism," said Daria. "I like it."
Jane laughed. "Hopefully Mr. Attenborough feels the same way."
"So this is the big project that's going to take all weekend?"
"One of the big projects," Jane said, setting the water tub and rag on the windowsill. "I got most of the other stuff done yesterday. Went a lot quicker than I thought, so I should be able to finish it all off tonight . . . unless you're up for sticking around for a while."
Daria shrugged. "I don't have anything else planned," she said, "but don't you need to get this finished?"
"Nah," Jane said with a dismissive gesture. "A creator am I, but I don't limit myself to just Sunday as my day of rest. Heck, I was thinking of going down and visiting you tomorrow if I got finished early enough. This'll save some time and gas money."
"I'm glad using my own gas was to your convenience." Daria gave a half-smile. "So, what about those aforementioned additional entertainments, then?"
"Sick, Sad World marathon?"
Daria rubbed her chin in though. "Hmm . . . I suppose I could be convinced into a Sick, Sad World marathon. But where would this phantom marathon come from, pray tell?"
Jane stood up and switched places with Daria. Putting her hands inside the vase, she lifted it up and carefully set it on the floor next to the desk. She then pulled a small TV from underneath the desk and set it on top. Within a few minutes, she had it plugged in and hooked up to a VCR sitting in one of the desk's drawers. Another drawer held a plethora of video tapes, one of which Jane pulled out and set to play.
"My my," Daria said approvingly. "The Lane resourcefulness continues to amaze."
"Please hold your applause until the end of the show," said Jane. "I wasn't able to catch all the ads, so you'll have to suffer through a bit of the local flavor from time to time." As the tape rolled through the SSW opening credits, she opened the dorm's tiny closet and swiftly changed from her paint-stained work clothes to her standard shorts and black t-shirt.
After turning off the overhead light and radio, Jane pulled the window curtains closed and settled down on the bed on Daria's right. She pulled her long, bare legs up under herself and handed her friend a slice of pizza while she grabbed another one for herself.
"When people owe money to the mob, they might end up sleeping with the pharaohs! Mafia Mummys, next on Sick, Sad World!"
"Oh, yah," Daria said with her slight smile. "That's the stuff."

The pizza slowly disappeared as the daylight beyond the curtains waned. Several empty bottles of Ultra-Cola from the vending machine down the hall sat stacked along the foot of the bed. At eight, as promised, the music beating out from beyond the dorm's walls silenced, allowing Jane and Daria to turn the TV's volume down to a quieter but still audible level.
By ten o'clock, the room was lit only by the flickering images on the screen. Daria's head had fallen on Jane's shoulder, and her even breathing was obvious testament to the fact that she had long ago fallen asleep. Jane didn't blame her. Despite the ultra-caffeine levels in Ultra-Cola, she was feeling the heavy effects of a food coma settling around her body as well.
Leaving just one eye open to continue watching the faux-news show, Jane leaned her own head down to rest atop Daria's. A deep sigh of contentment filled her nose with the smell of Daria's hair. Turning her face slightly, Jane buried her nose and breathed the fresh scent in deeply.
It was just the smell of cheap shampoo, Jane knew, but it had the underlying after-scent of Daria herself. Several years worth of memories connected to that scent dumped themselves into the forefront of Jane's mind, some pleasant and some traumatic, but all of them leaving an overall feeling of comfort and peace.
Coming partway out of her pizza-induced stupor and almost feeling unable to help herself, Jane turned her head fully and kissed Daria right on the top of her head. Gently, so as not to wake the other woman up, she leaned forward and repeated the kiss, this time on Daria's forehead.
Steeling herself for the plunge, Jane carefully tilted Daria's head back and looked into her face. Daria's mouth was slightly open, her warm breath spilling over Jane like a comforting blanket. With deliberate slowness, she leaned in and pressed her lips lightly on Daria's.
This kiss was unbearably sweet, despite the hint of pizza and cola riding in on Daria's saliva. Jane gradually pressed in, drawing deeply from the other woman's mouth, flicking her tongue across Daria's lips. Daria's breath suddenly quickened as she began to return the kiss, her tongue sliding across the underside of Jane's upper teeth. Jane stiffened for a moment, but abandoned her hesitation when she realized it was too late. The kiss continued in earnest as Jane snaked her arms between Daria's jacket and shirt, massaging her back slowly as she went.
After a few moments, she pulled back to see Daria smiling at her in the dim light of the TV. "You know," Daria said, "it's customary to wake a lady up before you start molesting her."
Jane laughed lightly. "Sorry," she said with a shrug. "I wasn't aware that chivalry applied to other women." She disentangled one of her hands and stroked it softly across Daria's cheek. "I'm seriously sorry, though. If you want to go back to sleep-"
Daria cut her off with a kiss that quickly became passionate, heated. "It's a bit late for that," she said when they broke their liplock. "I'm awake now and hungry for something other than pizza."
Jane took Daria's glasses and set them on the windowsill as Daria divested herself of her jacket and boots. Before she could finish with her second boot, Jane was back and on her, wrapping thin arms around Daria from behind and nuzzling the back of her neck. Daria laughed and managed to remove the boot despite the amorous mauling. Reaching over her own shoulders, she grabbed the back of Jane's shirt and started yanking it up and over the artist's head.
Jane clenched tightly to Daria's midsection and cackled a maniacal "Ha ha!" before relenting and allowing Daria to pull the shirt free. Daria tossed the garment on the floor and turned to soak in the sight of Jane, completely bare from the waist up, her small breasts looking soft and very touchable in the pale light.
Daria wrapped an arm around Jane and pulled her in close. As the two women kissed, Jane let out small sighs of pleasure as her sensitive nipples rubbed across the fabric of Daria's shirt. She could feel Daria's own mounds underneath, looming presences that drove her mad with a desire to feel them directly. Daria's left hand traced its way lightly down the small of Jane's back, driving that desire to a full blown need to have all of Daria.
With surprising quickness and strength, she pulled Daria's legs up and turned her body lengthwise across the bed. She laid Daria's head at the foot of the bed and pulled the hem of Daria's shirt out from her skirt. Jane's thin hand swirled under the fabric of the shirt, rubbing the cool but gradually warming skin of Daria's belly.
Daria mumbled softly as Jane pushed her hand under the edge of the skirt and ran her fingers along the mons underneath. Crisp pubic hairs were pushed aside at the gentle massage.
As they kissed again, Jane began to rub one of her legs against Daria's, luxuriating in the feel of the other girl's smooth inner thigh. Daria reached down, unbuttoned Jane's shorts, and pulled them down so she could caress Jane's firm buttocks. She moved one hand up to touch the secret spot on Jane's back again, causing the dark haired woman to arch up and her kiss to become more fervent.
Having her special button pressed twice in such quick succession told Jane that Daria wasn't kidding about being hungry for it. Jane was only too happy to oblige, and she nearly tore Daria's and the rest of her own clothes to pieces as she frantically worked to get them off. Daria merely laid back, passive to this attack and with her Mona Lisa smile firmly in place.
Within moments, Jane had her stripped down to her underwear. She reached behind Daria's back and expertly undid the clasp of her bra one-handed. Daria's heavy breasts fell free as Jane threw the bra overhand across the room. Her panties soon followed.
Jane straddled Daria and pulled her up to a sitting position. They embraced each other as Daria buried her face against Jane's breasts, taking one of the nipples into her mouth and suckling gently. Jane's breathing came faster as her hips began to twitch, her pussy eager for similar attention.
Finally unable to stand it, she pushed Daria back down, shifted up until she was straddling Daria's face, and pushed her muff down. Daria wrapped her arms around Jane's legs and pressed her tongue into the soft folds that her lover presented. Salty sweet juice began to flow as she softly kissed Jane's clit.
Jane moaned in pleasure and gently ground herself into Daria's soft mouth. She wanted nothing more than to stay right where she was until that final release came upon her, but she knew that wouldn't be fair. Barely containing a grunt of frustration, she half-stood, turned, and went back down into a 69. As Daria resumed her ministrations, her hot breath washing over Jane's shaven womanhood, Jane returned the favor, rubbing a finger gently over Daria's clit and shoving her tongue deep within the opening below.
Pressure began building up in Jane's midsection, but once again she staved off her own satisfaction, lifting her hips up into the air and away from Daria's face. She was an easy lay, but Daria was slower going, and Jane always felt a little guilty when she finished too early. Daria often said it wasn't a big deal and just meant that Jane was the guy of the relationship, but Jane still insisted on waiting.
She continued working magic on Daria, running her tongue up and down the inside lips of Daria's pussy, suckling gently on her clit, and pressing her fingers deep within her. Daria settled back to enjoy the ride, rubbing her hands up and down the front of Jane's body, giving the artist's nipples slight tweaks whenever she did something particularly pleasurable.
Finally, Daria stopped massaging Jane and laid her hands at her sides, grasping handfuls of the bedsheets and breathing heavily. Taking this as her cue, Jane crawled forward and put her right leg under Daria's. She carefully lined herself up, then pushed back to grind their pussies together. Both women gasped as the mutual warmth poured up through their bellies.
Daria grabbed onto Jane's calves and tried to pull her further back, further in. Whatever vestiges of the sweet, passionate lovemaking from earlier that had remained were blown away in a pure animal need to fuck and be fucked. Jane's attempts to hold on were likewise abandoned as she ground her sex into Daria's with increasing speed and force. The fluids flowing from each woman mixed together, but even with the extra-slippery conditions, they somehow managed to synchronize the passing of their clits, running them against each other at least as often as they rubbed them against the surrounding pubic bone.
The stimulation was finally too much for Jane and she felt the first of a series of internal explosions rocking her body. Her back arched as all of her muscles went taut and then just as suddenly melted into butter. She stiffened again, so lost in the pure joy of the moment that she didn't notice Daria still pounding away at her as hard and fast as before.
After what felt like hours but could have only been mere seconds, the heaviest of the orgasms faded away. Daria was still pushing frantically up into Jane, who started grinding again. Daria needed to finish, and Jane was perfectly happy to help, especially since the slippery feel of Daria's slit rubbing against hers was making the aftershocks feel all the better.
Though Daria went slow, when she did go, she went big. With a giant thrust upward that nearly lifted Jane off the bed, she let out heavy shout of release that bordered on a bellow.
Jane pulled away from Daria, stretching cramped leg muscles as she did so. She turned on the bed and snuggled up against Daria's side, kissing her lover's neck as she slid a finger across Daria's button. The reaction was immediate, Daria's hips bucking wildly as a second set of orgasms tore through her body. She wrapped her arms around Jane and began kissing her roughly, clacking their teeth together on occasion but simply not giving a damn. She pushed her tongue down Jane's throat as far as it could go, trying to push it even further every time she came again under Jane's continued ministrations.
As Daria finally started to come down, her kisses became less insistent and took on the soft, ethereal quality from before. She and Jane cuddled against each other, their hands roaming unhurriedly along their partner's body.
"I love you," Daria whispered, putting her forehead against Jane's.
"I love you, too," Jane whispered back. "Oh, God, I love you so much."
Daria gave a short laugh and kissed Jane. "Don't get all mushy on me, now."
Jane laughed too and gave Daria a gentle shove on the shoulder. "Bitch," she said, but with a loving smile.
"Well," Daria said after a few moments. "I guess I better get out of here so you can get some slee-"
Pulling her close, Jane interrupted, "Don't you dare. You made half this wet spot, and by gum, you're going to suffer with me!"
Daria laughed. It wasn't the normal reserved Daria laugh, but a full, honest laugh from deep in her chest. Jane watched the deep, wide smile that spread across Daria's face and reveled in it. That laugh and smile were so rare, and she treasured it every time they made an appearance.
Reaching behind her, Jane knocked most of the pillows off the bed and pulled a cover over Daria and herself. She also found the TV remote wedged behind the foot of the bed and hit the power button, causing the room to descend into darkness. After shifting into more comfortable positions, they kissed each other good night and settled into a light embrace.
After her vision had acclimated itself, Jane studied Daria's face in the dark. The other woman had closed her eyes, and her breathing was already shallowing out as sleep took her.
The vase and all the other smaller projects would be easily finished up tomorrow. Though she had promised herself just a few days ago that she would get them done as quickly as possible, Jane was happy that this interruption had come up. The vase, the paintings, the sculptures . . . none of it was nearly as important as the beautiful, brilliant, and absolutely incredible woman that was currently sharing Jane's bed.
Giving Daria one last light kiss on the tip of the nose, Jane closed her eyes and waiting for a deep and comforting sleep to claim her.
END
Roland 'Jim' Lowery

esn1g(at)yahoo(dot)com
December 6, 2009
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