Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... cooler. He probably found bread and the ham to make himself, yet again, another sandwich. It’s smart of her to stack up on cold cuts, chips, bottles of water and beer. Saved them money. Daisy went to the front of the car and snapped the blanket out flat to the hood. The Cadillac was longer than her full-size bed at home. And the warmth from the covered engine brought forth an unexpected comfort against the night-breeze. The desert air had a fragrance. The smells of soil and decaying cypress. She inhaled deeply, loving the tranquility and freedom of the outdoors.

“Pete, c’mon!”

Pete slammed the back door shut, stuffing his face. He plopped on the hood. The metal compressed as he gathered the blanket under his bum.

“Dang it!” Daisy cursed. She struggled to fix it. She hurried back to the car and got their pillows. When she climbed on the hood with him, he had finished his sandwich and was polishing off his beer.

“You’re going to have gas eating that fast. I swear I’ll put you out of the car tonight if you do.”

Pete laughed. “You worry too much.”

“I love you. It’s my job to worry.” Daisy winked.

“Come here, sexy.”

Daisy climbed over. Pete dropped back on the pillows propped against the windshield. Daisy found that she fit between his legs perfectly. She pulled the blanket over them. There was no other place she’d rather be. The stars flashed in the sky like Christmas lights. It looked so different from home. “We ‘gon’ do it, Pete. Get it all, ...

... huh?”

“You having doubts?”

“No, but Jessiemae said—”

“Fuck Jessiemae. I told you to not listen to that gossip-hound.”

“She’s my friend.”

“She’s a leech.”

Daisy bit down on the inside of her cheek. She wanted to tell him that it was Jessiemae that gave her the money to bail his crusty butt out of jail when he and Scooter got drunk and raced up and down Blackshear Drive. But she didn’t. It had been Jessiemae that gave her the money for—for the one secret between them. The one secret that still made it hard for her to sleep at night. Pete had no idea how much of a friend Jessiemae could be.

“Hey, I’m sorry. Okay? I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He gave her a squeeze, “I just don’t want you going and getting second thoughts. We stick to the plan. We get a thousand in Vegas and then we head to Washington. In Port Angeles I’ll get work, a good job. Hell, with the money I’ll be making with Ed, we’ll open your nail salon in no time.”

“What if we get more than a thousand?” she smirked.

“We stick to the plan.”

“But think about it, Pete. It’s Vegas. It’s not Hollow Creek. We could easily make ten times that amount with one pull. Or even more. I’m just saying we don’t have to think small. The sky’s the limit, you know?”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Daisy yawned. “You call your mom to let her know we okay?”

Daisy squealed when Pete squeezed her hard, which meant ‘no.’ It was 2008 and there was a black man running for president, but no one told the town of Hollow ...