Brighter Days Ch. 04A Daisey's Ending

Brighter Days: Daisey's Ending

Three weeks after I left my job at the mill, I sold my 4Runner to the busboy at Jimmy's, and loaded my possessions into a rental truck. After I had my bike on a trailer, I loaded Scooby into the truck and we headed for Denton.

Because the couple who had rented my cabin had been such good renters, my parents told them they could take all of the time they needed to find a new place. In the meantime, I would stay in my childhood home.

When my parents moved to Arizona, they had rented out their home. The latest tenants had moved out a month before I left Elko. My parents were in the process of hiring someone to get the house ready for new tenants, when they decided that I could stay there until my cabin was vacated and in return, I would do the necessary work to get it ready to be rented out again.

I soon realized that my bike wouldn't be the best transportation when the weather changed, so I went and bought a new Chevy Tahoe. Scooby, of course, approved of the roomy vehicle.

I had been there for about three weeks when the couple renting my cabin told us that they had taken a new job and were moving to Wisconsin. Within a month, they had gone so I went to see how much the cabin needed before I could move back into it.

They hadn't really done much damage to the place, but it was clear that maintenance had been sparse. As I walked through, I was mentally spending money on everything that needed attention and was starting to wonder if I wouldn't be dollars better off to tear the place down and build a new structure.

As I left my property and turned toward town, I saw a vehicle in the driveway where many years ago my insulation truck had sat as I took revenge on my cheating spouse and her paramour. Out of curiosity, I stopped.

The guy who owned the vehicle was the son of the man Ramon and Daisey had rented the place from. It turned out that the guy had rented the place to some 'party dudes' who had destroyed it, and for the past six years, it had been basically a wildlife sanctuary. He had told me that his father had passed and left him the derelict property.

When I asked him what he planned to do, he told me that was washing his hands of the place and selling it. I made him an offer, and he accepted it on the spot. Sarah's mom and sister ran a realty office and they handled the paperwork and within six weeks, I owned both properties.

Since my grandfather's land adjoined both properties I decided to remove the fences dividing the three. As I was removing fences that separated the properties I found a big clearing and had an epiphany. I immediately fell in love with the view from that spot and decided I would raze both cabins and build my home there.

I had found an old bulldozer and backhoe in a barn on my grandfather's land, and in a few weeks, had both running so I would do the earthmoving on my own.

Billy Gill, an old friend from school, had a contracting business, and agreed to be the general contractor. Most of the lumber needed would come from my own land and be cut on a portable sawmill, saving a fortune.

I had bought a dump truck and had been doing some earthmoving work and wood hauling on top of the work I was doing at my place, so it really didn't bother me too much that the occasional outing with Sarah was the sum of my social life.

I talked to Sarah and Daisey often and saw Sarah a few times. Things seemed to be good between her and Mark, so I was happy for her. I had already become disenchanted with the local dating scene; it seemed the available women were either emotional basket cases who required you to have a PhD in psychology to navigate any relationship with them, or they were only seeking a guy to pay her bills and become a daddy to her children.

The only women, who seemed to not fall into either category, ran in the other direction when they heard why I had been incarcerated. I often wondered if they had the habit of seeking strange dick and feared the possible consequences.

One day, Sarah invited me to dinner because she had some news. I had an idea of what she was going to tell me because she was wearing gloves in May. So I wasn't surprised when she took the gloves off revealing a large diamond ring and told me that Mark had asked her to marry him. I was happy for her, even if I was watching maybe my last chance at a lifelong relationship going away.

They were going to get married in Sacramento and move to Sarasota, Florida. She told me that Daisey was going to be one of her bridesmaids and Mark was going to ask me to be one of his groomsmen.

Within weeks, I had been fitted for my rented tux coat; Mark had deemed that the groomsmen would wear tux coats, shirts and jeans with nice boots. Wedding preparations hadn't taken much of my time, which was mostly spent working on my new house.

On the week of the wedding, Sarah called me and asked if I could come to Sacramento on Thursday to help her with last-minute details. She told me that she and Mark would even pay for a hotel, so I wouldn't have to drive back and forth with the rehearsal being on Friday and the Saturday wedding and reception.

I got to Sacramento before noon and was soon running around town with Sarah. I kept asking myself why I was there, but decided that, maybe, she just wanted some time with me.

We had delivered all of the flowers to her mother Claire and sister Jennifer at the church, where they were decorating with the help of her future mother-in-law and sisters-in-law. Then, we ran around making sure of the final details with the caterers and the bakery that had made her cake.

A little after two, we went to check me into the hotel and then ran a few more errands. I had to pick up my tux jacket and then we paid a visit to the photographer to make sure all of the details were met.

We arrived back at the church around four to find only Claire and Jennifer were still there. We helped them with the final touches and then Claire suggested that we all go out to dinner.

Jennifer's husband John joined us and we had a great time talking about "the good old days." Jennifer was four years older than Sarah and me, and she had been with John since they were in eighth grade. We had all hung out together many times growing up.

As we were leaving, Jennifer kissed me on the cheek and told me, "It's a shame you and Sarah never got together, Jeff. I always thought you'd make a great couple."

Jennifer and John left together, as did Sarah and her mom. I went back to my hotel for the night. I thought about cruising a couple of bars and trying my luck with the ladies, but in the end, decided I'd try with the bridesmaids on Saturday.

I took a shower and was about to call the front desk to see if I could pay for pay-per-view channels on my card instead of them showing on the room bill, when someone knocked at my door. Truly baffled, I quickly threw on my shorts and opened the door.

"Sarah? What the--"

"Is that how you greet all of your visitors?" she asked, eyeing my state of dress.

"It is when I wasn't even expecting a pizza boy. So what brings you to my humble rented abode, that you rented me?" I know I sounded stupid, but I was completely taken aback by her unexpected appearance.

"I'm here about my wedding gift," she said, perplexing me further. I can only imagine what my facial expression was because she let out a laugh. "May I come in, Jeff?"

"Oh yeah, of course," I said, as I awkwardly stepped aside to allow her to enter.

As I closed the door, I wondered if I had done something wrong when I selected a gift from their registry. "Did I make a mistake with your registry?"

"No, oh no, sweetie, nothing like that. It's about..." She bit her lip and seemed to be in deep thought for a moment. "It's... well..." Suddenly, she grabbed me and kissed me.

I was lost in the moment, so I started kissing her back, but then I remembered why I was there and broke the kiss. "Wait! Hold on a second. Aren't we forgetting that you're getting married this weekend?"

"Yes, Jeff, I'm getting married, but I'm not married yet."

I was about to object again, when she put her finger to my lips in a 'shush' motion.

"You see," she continued, "I have wanted you for a long time; but, very time either of us was single, the other wasn't. Prime example is now. You are back in Denton and I allowed myself to fall for someone that I hadn't intended to go any further with than a date or two."

"Do you have anything to drink here, Jeff?" she asked coyly.

I told her I didn't, but tossed on a shirt and ran down to the vending machine for a Pepsi, since I knew it was her favorite. When I returned to the room, she was sitting on the end of the bed.

"See? You always know what I want, Jeff," she said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. She took a sip, and said, "Where was I? Oh yeah. I never intended to have a relationship with Mark. You were in Elko and I started dating Mark casually. I was ready to end things with Mark when Daisey informed me that you were seeing someone, but she wasn't sure how long it would last. She said, and I quote, 'The gringo puta' gave her bad vibes.

"So as I waited for you to become available again, I kept seeing Mark, mainly out of convenience, until he surprised me with a lavishly romantic Valentine's Day date and I started really falling for him. The rest, as they say is history. By the time I heard that you were single again, I was hooked, and here we are."

She looked at me and stood up. As she rose, I realized that she had removed her shorts while I was getting her drink.

"Jeff, Mark knows how I feel about you, and he knows I'm here. As a wedding gift to me, he said I should have one night with you. He doesn't want me to be always wondering what might have been."

"He isn't worried that tonight might change your mind about marrying him?" I asked.

"It's a risk he's willing to take," she said. "I told him that I was committed to him and I wouldn't change my mind."

This was definitely the most bizarre situation I had ever been in. I was starting to wonder if I should talk her into calling this off, when she pulled her hoodie off and stood in front of me completely naked.

She reached behind my head and pulled me into another kiss that I would never forget. Before I knew it, my shorts and shirt were on the floor with her hoodie, I still had no idea where her shorts had gone, but that wasn't the best moment to ponder.

She pushed me onto the bed and crawled up between my legs. She grasped my cock and licked the tip. "I want our first time to last as long as possible," she said, with a sexy smile, then she took my cock into her eager mouth.

I had never had anyone suck me off like she did. I didn't last three minutes before I was flooding her mouth with cum. She kept working it until she was sure she had every last drop, then she climbed up and sank her hot, wet pussy down my shaft.

"Oh God, Jeff," she moaned, as she slid down my length. "I never imagined..."

She came three times before I came again, then we switched positions. I don't know how many times either of us came, or if we left any position unexplored, but at around three in the morning, we did stop for a nap.

It was about six o'clock when I awoke to her hot mouth on my rising tool.

"Good morning," she said, when she saw me looking at her. When I was hard, she assumed the position for doggy and I took her from behind.

We were sweaty and decided to have a shower, and we were back at it before we even got out of the bathroom. A little before ten, as I was stroking into her, I called for breakfast. We stopped long enough to eat and then resumed again.

It must have been around two in the afternoon when she got off the bed and retrieved her clothes from the chair and put them on. I'm pretty sure I was only ejaculating air by that point. She kissed me and proceeded to the door.

"Thank you, Jeff," she said, "It was better than I have ever imagined."

With that, she walked out and closed the door. Within minutes, I was dead to the world.

I awoke sometime later to a pounding on my door. A glance at the clock told me it was ten minutes to five, so I wrapped a sheet around me and opened the door.

"Damn, Jeff," said a grinning Daisey, in a mock southern belle voice. "Did you get all dolled up for little ol' me?"

"Oh fuck," I said, as I realized that the rehearsal was supposed to be starting in half an hour. "Come on in, I'll be ready shortly."

She laughed as she entered the room. In my post-sex coma I had forgotten that Sarah had reserved a room for Daisey at the same hotel. "Looks like SOMEONE had one hell of a night."

"Good to see you too," I quipped, as I went into the bathroom for a quick wash and dress. I hoped that the smell of sex had dissipated from the room.

"So where's Jimmy? Is he sitting out the rehearsal?" I asked, as I got ready.

"He's not here. He's in Spokane for the weekend."

I knew his mother lived in the Pacific Northwest somewhere, but it seemed odd that he'd make his wife go to a wedding by herself.

"That sucks," I replied. "I was looking forward to seeing him."

"Well, you'll just have to settle for little ol' me," she said. "I'll just have to be the Elko contingency by myself."

I was ready in five minutes, and we were out the door. Since we were staying at the same hotel she volunteered to drive to the rehearsal, and since I knew the area I said I'd be her GPS. We were a few minutes late, but we weren't the last to show.

We were split into pairs and put into the order the planner wanted us walking down the aisle; I was paired with Daisey. The planner, or Frau Klink as I came to think of her, kept admonishing me to not move faster than the beat of the music that would be played before the bridal march. By the second walkthrough I had it down.

Jennifer was Sarah's maid of honor, and Sarah's four-year-old niece was the flower girl. I didn't know whose little boy was the ring bearer. Sarah was walking a bit funny, but to her credit, you wouldn't know that she hadn't had any real sleep the night before.

I noticed that one of the bridesmaids kept checking me out. She was quite pretty, even if she was a tad chunky, but as soon as I found out that she was Mark's sister, I took her off of the menu, not that I was sure that could get it up again for a few days.

I found myself avoiding looking at Mark. I wasn't sure about him, but it was a really weird situation for me. I also kept wondering if anyone thought I was behaving oddly. I really felt self-conscious whenever Sarah would smile at me.

I sat next to Daisey during the rehearsal dinner, and at one point, she whispered to me, "You got laid last night." Not a question, but a statement.

"What makes you say that?" I asked sheepishly, hoping to all that is holy that she didn't notice someone else in the room had also 'gotten laid' the previous night.

"Come on, Jeff, I've known you long enough to know your 'I got some last night' demeanor."

I wasn't aware I had any tells in that department, but I couldn't deny her accuracy.

"So who was it?" she asked, with her right eyebrow arched.

"OK, you got me," I said. " It was just a one-off with an old friend."

"I think if you play your cards right you could have a new friend," she said, indicating Mark's sister Marielle, who was the one who had been making eyes at me all evening long. She was cute enough, but I had no interest in 'keeping it in the family' so to speak, and laughed off Daisey's suggestion.

After the dinner, we all went to the hotel bar for a few drinks since not only Daisey and I were staying there, but Sarah and Jennifer had also got a room for the night. I had a beer and then I was ready to die for the night. I said my goodnights, even shook Mark's hand and then went to my room.

As I lay there, waiting for sleep to claim me, I hoped just a little that Sarah would have a change of heart and call off the wedding, but she was as true to her word as I knew she'd be, and the next evening, we all gathered to celebrate the nuptials of Dr. Mark and Mrs. Lewiston.

The reception was a great party. I danced with Sarah a couple of times, and danced with all of the bridesmaids at least once. Marielle grabbed my ass during the one dance I had with her. I spent most of the night dancing with Daisey, even a few slow dances.

It struck me as ironic how we had gone from such an adversarial relationship to becoming the closest of friends, but since she was married, there was no chance that I would try to take anything further than a dance or two, even though she looked way hotter in her bridesmaid dress than she had looked in her wedding dress years ago.

At one point, I did approach Mark. I shook his hand and told him just loud enough that no one else could hear, "Congratulations, but remember this. There's nobody on the face of this planet who means more to me than Sarah, so if you ever hurt her, and you don't strike me as the kind of guy who would- but if you do, I would advise growing eyes in the back of your head." I took some satisfaction from his look of discomfort.

Shortly after Mark and Sarah left, the party started winding down. Daisey and I offered to help with the cleanup, but Claire assured us that the event center staff had been paid to take care of the mess. We said our goodbyes and Daisey and I headed back to the hotel.

We got back to the hotel, and I retrieved my bag from Daisey's room. Since I was going back to Denton that night, I had checked out of my room and stashed it in Daisey's room while we were at the wedding.

As we were saying our goodbyes, she asked me if I intended on going back and trying my luck with Marielle. The way she asked me had an odd feel to it. It felt like teasing, but there was almost a jealous girlfriend undertone to it. I had no plan on ever pursuing Marielle, so I blew it off.

"Not a chance," I replied. "I'm sure by the time I get home, Scooby will need to go out and the neighbor's kid won't be up because she is leaving for some school thing in the early hours tomorrow."

Daisey kissed me on the cheek, and I told her to call me when she made it back to Elko, and to pass my love on to everyone there. She said she would, but she almost looked like she was conflicted over something.

It was after midnight when I got home. I first slipped into my neighbor's garage and left a gift bag containing the two stuffed animals wearing 'Sacramento' t-shirts I had bought for his fourteen-year-old daughter for dropping in on Scooby while I was gone, along with fifty dollars.

When I opened my own front door, of course Scooby was torn between his need to express his joy at my return and his need to relieve himself. I let him out and then tossed my bag down into the basement. I'd deal with that stuff tomorrow.

I let Scooby back in and we sat on the couch for some petting and TV. The guy on TV was just about to explain to me why I needed to purchase a car repair agreement with whatever company he was shilling for, when the doorbell rang.

"What the fuck is it with unexpected visitors, Scoob?" I asked my faithful furry companion. He just followed me down to the front door. Part of my mind wondered if Sarah hadn't changed her mind after all and would be on my front porch, when I opened the door.

Needless to say I was equally shocked when I saw Daisey standing there. She had ditched the dress and was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that only highlighted the awesome figure that she had. She was still every bit as hot as she had been in high school, if not hotter. Time had definitely been kind to her.

"Daisey?" was all I managed to get out. I wanted to say something clever, but I was too dumbfounded. I did manage to ask if she had gotten lost on her way to Elko.

"Hi Jeff," she said sheepishly. "No, I'm not lost, but I had to talk to you. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Not really," I replied. "Although, like Homer Simpson, I was going to sit around in my underwear and eat a pack of sliced American cheese."

"Individually wrapped, of course," she quipped.

"Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way."

I invited her in and followed her up to the living room. "Can I use your bathroom real quick?" she asked, as she tossed her handbag onto the sofa.

"Of course," I replied, then I remembered that she had never been here before, "It's down the hall, second door on the left."

I watched her gorgeous ass and legs as she walked down the hall. "I love Jimmy like a brother, but that will definitely be future stroke material," I thought to myself.

It suddenly dawned on me that she had never been inside my childhood home. Most of the people I hung out with had, but not her. I looked around the room quickly to be sure it didn't look like a slob lived there, then ran downstairs to make sure my bag found its way into the laundry room.

I made it back upstairs, just as she was coming out of the bathroom. I offered her a drink and told her I had Pepsi and Dr. Pepper. She accepted a Dr. Pepper and began speaking.

"I've been living in Incline for the past month or so. I don't live in Elko anymore Jeff."

My eyebrows went up and I audibly said, "Huh?"

"I know... I'm sorry, Jeff. You know I was actually here in Denton twice. Once, I sat outside here for almost an hour before I decided to leave, and another time, I drove around aimlessly. I did drive by the old cabin; it's almost jarring to see the changes."

"So you and Jimmy are in Incline now?" I asked, feeling completely lost.

"No," she paused, taking a deep breath. "I don't know why but I just couldn't find the courage to have this talk with you until tonight. I could handle the fact that you had a one-nighter with an old friend, but seeing that Marielle puta try to sink her claws into you tonight was too much for me."

I couldn't understand why either of those things would matter to her, nor why she'd said no about her and Jimmy being in Incline Village. I was about to ask, when she 'shushed' me.

"Jimmy and I have been separated now for about six months. He is living in Spokane with his fiancé Patrick Travis."

"What?" I shouted in my head. My face surely showed the questions flying around in my skull because Daisey was quick to get on with her explanation.

"Jimmy is gay, Jeff. He always has been." She continued, "You know that Jimmy and I met in a support group for people who'd been in a relationship destroyed by infidelity.

"During one meeting, Jimmy told us that his previous partner had cheated on him after learning that Jimmy's father wouldn't leave his restaurant to Jimmy unless he was married. So Jimmy and I got to talking, and since I had no intention of ever becoming romantically involved again, I agreed to marry him so that he could get his inheritance.

"We had an agreement that either of us could find sexual relief on the side as long as we were careful. He often went to Las Vegas for meet-ups, that's how he met Patrick, but I have to actually feel something for a man to be intimate with him. I thought I had found someone, but by the time I got my courage up, he had met someone else. Hell, with my Catholic upbringing, I couldn't even bring myself to masturbate. I know that sounds foolish, but mother's guilt sometimes works.

"Jimmy took care of me just like a husband would. I was even given a job at the diner and learned everything he knew about the day-to-day operations. But after a while, Jimmy started feeling guilty because he felt that he had defrauded Charlie out of the diner and signed it over to him. They agreed that I would keep my position and Jimmy and I silently divorced.

"After you left, I only had Amelia; you know, Mrs. Rosales and Charlie. They knew about Jimmy and me and began encouraging me to start dating again. I couldn't bring myself to date again and decided to leave Elko and go back home.

"Charlie gave me the money he'd offered Jimmy when Jimmy had signed over the restaurant; Jimmy hadn't felt he deserved anything, while Charlie didn't feel right taking it from his brother for nothing. Since Jimmy didn't want it, they both considered it my divorce settlement.

"Now that I'm settled in, I plan on finding a place that doesn't need a ton of work and opening my own restaurant. My brother said he'd become a silent financial partner and help with any work that needs to be done to get the place ready."

A thought occurred to me, "If you aren't dead set on being in Incline," I told her. "I happen to know that Floyd Wilson is retiring and moving to Florida, and Floyd's will be up for sale before the end of the month. I also happen to know that Claire and Jennifer will be handling the sale."

Floyd's Diner had been the main spot we all went to during school, and Daisey had even worked there after graduation. She told me that she was definitely interested in inquiring about Floyd's and I told her the next time she came to Denton I could go with her to see him. She seemed to be excited over the prospect of owning our old high school haunt.

I noticed the time and told her, "I know you're not driving back to Sacramento tonight, but if you don't feel like driving to Incline, you are more than welcome to stay here."

"I can't impose on you, Jeff," she said.

"It's no trouble," I assured her. You can have my room and Scooby and I will share the sofa."

She seemed like she was about to argue, then accepted. "At least you could give me a quick tour. I've never actually been in your house before."

As I showed her around, I told her what work I had done to each room. The only things I had left to do was have the bathroom and kitchen deep-cleaned, and have the carpets done after I moved to my house.

I showed her the lowest level which was basically storage for the stuff I hadn't unpacked, and my childhood bedroom. I had told her that I had originally set up in the master suite, but after two nights, moved back into my old room because I had felt creepy sleeping in what had been my parents' room.

"So this was your room back then?" she asked.

I told her it was, and told her which posters had been on the walls and what had been on the shelves. She sat on the corner of the bed looking around thoughtfully as if she could see it as it had been.

"So how many girls did you bring in here?" she asked, curiously.

"Let's see, let's see," I said as I acted like I was struggling to recount many trysts over the years. "If my count is accurate, I'd have to say, two."

She looked at me with a surprised look.

"I never really had that many girlfriends in school. Really only Sarah and Cara Nichols have ever been in here and I only made out with Cara."

Daisey motioned for me to sit beside her. "Would you have wanted to bring me in here if I hadn't been with..." she paused as if not wanting to speak his name. When she continued, she only said, "Him."

"Are you kidding?" I asked her. "Every guy in school would have cut off his left arm to be with you, yours truly included. If you hadn't been interested in... him, I would have definitely made a play for you."

"Would you have sat next to me like this?" she asked, playfully.

I gulped audibly, wondering if I was reading the situation correctly. "Oh yeah," I answered.

"Would you have held my hand as we sat together?"

"I'm sure I would have," I answered.

"I'm sure you might have tried for more," she said, huskily.

I turned and she was looking at me with want in her deep brown eyes. All of those years she had been completely off limits, and now here she was in the flesh, offering me what had only been a teenage boy's wet dream.

"I know I would have," I replied, as we pulled each other in for a kiss.

I had heard people talk about feeling sparks the first time they had kissed someone, and I had always just figured it was a metaphor until I felt that electricity as our lips met that first time.

Our hands explored each other as our tongues intertwined, our breathing becoming more rapid. Her hands found the waistline of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head. Soon, her shirt joined mine on the floor, exposing the nicest pair of tits I had ever dreamed of laying eyes on. I had seen Daisey in a bikini before, but I had no clue how nice her chest really was.

I spent a luxurious amount of time on her nipples. I loved the way she'd react to different ways of stimulating them. A couple of times, I felt like I could make her cum just by sucking on them.

After several minutes of this, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me so deeply that I felt she was kissing my soul. The teen in my head was asking when we should try for third base. The question was answered when Daisey broke our kiss, stood and removed her shorts and shoes.

I stood to do the same, only to have her push my hands away and undo my pants herself. "Oh Jeff, that's lovely," she cooed, as my hardening dick sprung free from its confines. She grabbed ahold of it, as I pulled her in for another round of kissing.

I was getting harder as I felt her magnificent tits pressed against my chest. I reached down and caressed her ass with both hands eliciting a groan.

The groan was my cue to move events along further, so I eased her back and lowered her to the bed. Her eyes sparkled as I gently pushed her back and took my position between her legs.

Her breathing quickened and I could smell her arousal. She looked completely shocked, when I moved down and got into position to lick her pussy. I could see the moisture already dripping as I moved in for my first taste.

"Oh God, Jeff, what are you doiiiii!"

Her question became a squeal, as I licked up the slit and made contact with her clit. She seemed to be speaking in tongues as I licked her glistening slit. Within minutes, her ass seemed to vibrate and her body shook. I hadn't been licking her for long when she grabbed my head and pulled my face up to hers.

"Just fuck me already, Jeff!"

"My pleasure," I said, as it struck my mind that my condoms were still in my duffle bag in the laundry room. "But I need to get a condom first."

"Oh no," she said. "I have waited for this for too long and I want to feel you, not latex, besides, I have Plan-B in my purse."

Waited too long? I wasn't sure if I was hearing her correctly. Plan-B? She must have noticed the question on my face because she added, "Yes Jeff. I have wanted you since high school. Now, show me what I have been missing!"

Who was I to argue? So I reached down and positioned the head of my cock at her sopping-wet entrance. I rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times to get it coated with her juices.

As wet and ready as she was, I was surprised when my dick was met with so much resistance. I was only able to get the head in before I had to back off and try again. She made an odd keening sound as the head entered her a bit more deeply on the second push.

I had taken my first girlfriend's virginity, and didn't remember that much difficulty penetrating her. This was something entirely more difficult. As I backed off and started a third push, Daisey was blowing air through her mouth like she was giving birth.

I kept pushing in and retreating, never getting more than a third of my length inside. Finally, in frustration, she pulled her legs up until her knees were by her shoulders and said, "Just push it all in, Jeff! Push it all in!!"

I pulled back until just the head was still in her, then paused for just a moment. I could see her juices on the portion of me that had been inside her, so I wasn't worried about her being too dry, but the excessive tightness did worry me. I pushed back in until I felt resistance then backed out again. Then with one long, hard thrust, I buried my whole shaft inside her hot, wet pussy.

Her eyes went wide and she drew in a breath through her clenched teeth, making a hissing sound. Then a sound that came from her that sounded like a cross between a screech and a growl. I thought for sure that she was in terrible pain. I began to pull out, afraid that I had hurt her, when she dug her heels into my ass.

"Don't move Jeff," she panted. "Give me a minute to get used to this. Damn, I've never felt this stretched out."

I held still, as she lay there panting, then she closed her eyes, and said, "I think it's OK, just go slow."

I resumed stroking in and out of her. It wasn't long before she was bucking her hips up to meet my thrusts. There was a squish sound every time our pelvises met. I had never been with any woman who got as wet as Daisey was, and I hadn't seen anything yet.

We'd been going for maybe ten minutes or so, when she started calling for God in Spanish. Her squeals got louder and her crotch got even wetter. I could feel the stuff oozing off of my balls.

Then her eyes flew open, and she screamed, "What the fuck is happening?"

For a second I thought she might be in some kind of medical distress.

I had seen squirters in porno movies, but had had my doubts that they existed in real life. I was proven wrong, as several jets of fluid shot from her pussy soaking both of our groins. She pulled me tightly to her and clung for dear life, as her orgasm rocked her body. I could feel her quiver and convulse as each wave hit her.

As much as I would like to say that I heroically rode out the 'storm' and continued to pound her, I can't.

As the convulsions and spasms wracked her body, they did pretty much the same thing to her pussy, and all too soon, I said, "Oh damn!" as I shot my load into her. This seemed to bring on another round of quivering and then she squeaked out a garbled sound and passed out.

A few moments later her eyes fluttered open and a look of horror came over her face. "Oh shit, Jeff, I'm so sorry," she said, as she started crying and trying to extricate herself from the bed.

"Hey now, what's with apologies and tears?" I asked, as I held on to her. "I thought that was awesome!" I said, reassuring her.

"I... I don't know. I, ah, felt all weird and tingling and then..." She really burst into tears. "I... I... I peed all over!" she managed between sobs.

"Hey, hey," I said, pulling her tightly to me. "You didn't pee. You came! Have you never had an orgasm before?"

She sobbed, "I never felt anything like that before... never. And the pee; oh, you must think I'm horrible."

I was baffled. How could Ramon have been such a swordsman if he had never made this sexy fucking creature cum? I thought, as I realized that I was already falling madly in love with her. "Oh, hell no. That was the most erotic thing to ever happen to me! I couldn't have dreamed a better fuck," I added, kissing her tears from her beautiful face. "You were absolutely awesome, baby!"

I got her calmed down and we cleaned up and she fell asleep in my arms. I lay awake for a bit and listened to her breathe. I was hoping this wasn't going to be a one-off like I'd had with Sarah, or a fading sexual relationship like I'd had with Brandi. I already knew Daisey would be a thousand times more loyal than Darla had ever dreamed of being. I drifted off to sleep, feeling completely content for the first time in ages.

Sunlight was sneaking through gaps in the curtains, dimly lighting my bedroom when I woke up. I found that I was alone in bed, so I thought I had dreamed of my romp with Daisey, but I could still smell sex in the room. A feeling of loss and devastation crept over me, as I wondered if she had split on me, before I woke up. Immediate relief washed over me when I heard the toilet flush followed in a few minutes by a naked Daisey sauntering back to my bed.

"Oh fuck, you look hot!" I didn't mean to say it out loud, but the smile that lit up her face let me know that the comment was definitely appreciated.

"You look pretty damn fine yourself," she replied, as she climbed into bed and greeted me with a kiss. "I hope you weren't planning on this being a one-night stand, because I don't know that I can give you up that easy."

"On the contrary," I said, kissing her back. "I was crushed by the thought that you might have left in the night."

"Not in a million years," she said, kissing me deeply.

We made love once more before we showered together and went to have lunch at Floyd's. I felt the eyes of the entire after-church crowd on us as we walked to a table and sat down, but nobody else in the place mattered as I gazed upon Daisey's glowing face. I truly had never seen her look more beautiful than she did at that moment.

After I paid the check, we spent an hour or so talking with Floyd. He was pleased to hear Daisey's plan for the place and a deal was struck. The next day, we'd contact Claire and Jennifer and get the ball rolling.

I took Daisey out to see the new house and she fell more in love with that place than she had the old cabin. On our way back to my parents' house, she had me stop at the pharmacy. She came out with a tube of lubricant and that night, she introduced me to anal.

She told me that Ramon had always pestered her to let him have her back door. She had considered it until one night he had pulled an 'oops wrong hole' as he took her doggy style. She said that she threatened him with castration if he didn't remove it, but she did enjoy the few strokes he got in. "I would never reward his sneaky bullshit, so I never let him try again," she told me. "I feel safe with you and I trust you, and I want to give you what he never got."

*****

Daisey didn't want to 'live in sin' or have to move her stuff twice, so she only spent five or six nights a week with me. She and Juan worked tirelessly on the restaurant and I helped them when I wasn't busy with other endeavors, and in a few months' time, Daisey's Cocina opened its doors.

Just like with Jimmy's, Daisey's Cocina offered delicious Mexican fare, along with several of Floyd's old favorites. Many of the Mexican recipes were Daisey's family recipes along with several of Mrs. Rosales' dishes. The locals were pleased to have not lost the classics, and were pleased with the new items. Business was booming.

We moved in together once the house was completed, even if it was 'living in sin' and we didn't think we could be any happier, even if spontaneous sex meant a clean-up afterwards.

Three months after opening the doors, Daisey decided to have a 'grand opening' party. I mentioned maybe having a mariachi band which was met with eye rolls, and, "We don't need that stereotypical crap," which was exactly how I knew she'd react; mainly because I knew her disdain for mariachi bands..

It was two days before the party and Daisey was off running errands and seeing to last-minute details. Juan called her and told her that the mariachi band was there to audition. Daisey just about flipped her lid and rushed to the restaurant to give them the bums rush.

When she came in the front door, the band started playing. No matter how loud she yelled for them to stop, they kept playing... as per the plan. I was in the back of the band wearing a mariachi outfit including a ridiculously large sombrero pulled low to hide my face and pretending to play a trumpet.

As Daisey screamed for the music to stop at the top of her lungs, the song hit the chorus and the singer started repeating the same line in time with the music. "Won't you please, please marry this pendejo." 'Pendejo' was one of Juan's favorite terms and he'd obviously coached the singer into using it.

After the line was repeated several times, I saw the look of recognition come over her face and she began looking around for me. As she was looking at the crowd gathered behind her, the band parted and I stepped up, flipped my sombrero off and dropped to one knee.

She turned around and saw me just as I set the trumpet down and removed a ring box from my pocket. She was screaming "Yes" before I even got the question out of my mouth. The place erupted with cheers and another serenade from the band, as I placed the ring on her finger and we kissed.

"Now get them the fuck out of here," Daisey admonished Juan, as she led me to the car, and then home, and then to the bedroom.

*****

We were married five months later. Sarah and Mark came for the wedding, and Sarah was one of Daisey's maids of honor. My cousin had served his time and was able to be one of my groomsmen, along with Billy Gill and Juan.

Valentine's Day rolled around, after we'd been married for several months. I bought her the usual trappings- a card, a dozen roses and a diamond necklace with earrings to match. Even though she got me a nice watch, the only thing I remembered was the card. Inside the card

Daisey had written a poem for me.

"I was always such a shit to you,

yet you have shown me a love so sweet and true.

Now I have a special gift of pure love for you,

but will it be pink or will it be blue?"

It took a moment to dawn on me what she was saying. When I looked up into her smiling face she just nodded, and said, "You're gonna be a daddy!"

A few years later, at a party for her brother's second birthday, our four-year-old daughter Amelia asked her uncle, "Tio Juan, why does my mommy always smile so much when she sees my daddy?"

"Your daddy is a good man, honey," he replied. "He always does what he can to make your mommy happy. When you grow up you need to marry a good man and not some pendejo."

"Silly Tio Juan, when I grow up I'm going to marry my daddy."

As the room erupted with laughter, Daisey put her hand on my chest, and said in my ear, "She's definitely got her momma's good taste in men."

I kissed her and then the room erupted again, when our little girl asked, "Tio Juan, what's a pendejo?"