Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... over-worked and then we in.”

“I don’t think it’s going to be that easy, Daze.” Pete yanked up his jeans, not bothering with underwear. “If that were true, folks would have caught on. The casinos would have lines stretched all the way out of Nevada. Nothing in life comes that easy.”

Daisy’s eyes rolled under fluttering lids. Pete’s words stung. Even worse, Daisy knew he was right. Why couldn’t he just let her have her dreams? It’s typical of men in the Hollow. If they couldn’t conceive it, there was no need in believing it.

“Where are we?”

“Casey, Nevada,” Pete said.

“Casey? Wonder what goes on in a town called Casey? Don’t seem like much of shit. Probably as dead and boring as the Hollow.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He rubbed the feeling back into his groin through his Wranglers. Daisy was the only girl he’d been with that could drain him until his dick and brain were both numb. Pete once told her that. She looked over and knew his cravings. He told her those too—often. He craved her. He’d do anything for her. This runaway idea had been all hers. Pete reached over and touched her thigh, his fingers walking the curve.

How could he want to go at it again? Sex in the back seat of his car offered nothing but torture. She ignored the ogling look he gave her and instead focused on the night outside the window. His hand dropped away.

“C’mon,” said Daisy, opening the car door. They’d driven off the highway into the desert on a dirt road that wasn’t on the map. Pete ...

... decided to park near decayed trees. This is where they’d crash for the night. She found it funny: in mid-July, the desert could be so cold, then dangerously hot during the day. The night sky drew her attention. It’s as if the galaxy had exploded with stars, more stars than she ever saw in Kentucky. They twinkled like diamonds on black velvet, so beautiful and clear. Daisy knew a good omen when she seen one.

“It’s cold babe. Come back inside,” said Pete. Finally, he too left the backseat.

“Lookit there.” Daisy pointed at a constellation she didn’t know. “What is it, Pete?”

He walked around the back of the car. “Orion’s Belt.”

“Really?”

“Yep, that’s it.” Pete gave a one-shoulder shrug.

Daisy knew he wasn’t sure, but she liked making her guy feel like he could be the smartest in the world. He had his ways of making her feel equally important. She hugged him and kissed him on the lips, rubbing her nose with his. “How about we snuggle out here for a while, under the stars?”

“Get the blankets. I’ll fix a sandwich,” Pete smiled. He dug in his pocket when he spoke to her.

“You so greedy,” Daisy laughed.

Daisy rushed to the back of the car. She waited for him to come and unlock the trunk. She gathered two fleece blankets before slamming it down, hard. If she didn’t, the latch wouldn’t catch and it’d spring back up. She really hated his car. Pete called it Betsy. She had a different name: Piece Of Shit.

Her guy crawled back inside again, rummaging through the ...