Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... pet project.”

“Project? No. Haven’t you had a man pamper you before?”

“Sure, Pete does it all the time,” she shrugged, looking away from Aiden’s eyes in the mirror.

“Sure he does.”

“What does that mean? Sure he does. You should have seen how he proposed,” she said flashing her ring on her finger. “He planned it really romantic, under the stars. I even saw a shooting star when he was finished.” Daisy surprised herself with the confession because it was true. It didn’t take money to make that night magical, just the moon and the stars, even on top of his rusty Caddy.

“I didn’t mean to imply he wasn’t romantic, Daisy. I just think you’ve always wanted to be more. It’s nice watching you evolve. That’s all.”

“I wanted to have more. Not be some glamour queen. There’s a difference.”

“I see no difference.”

“That’s because you see what you want to see. Pete sees me. And he doesn’t need to dress me up to do it.” She rose from the chair. “Okay, where is this wardrobe you want me to try on? I guess we dressing for dinner or sumthin’?”

Aiden blocked her pass. She lifted her eyes to his. Again, he stepped closer than invited. His finger went up under her chin and tilted her head back. She allowed it. “I see you, Daisy. If I didn’t, I would have never made you this offer. If you prefer to wash the makeup off and put back on your clothes, it wouldn’t make me want you any less.”

Daisy’s thoughts were mush, like her racing heart. She swallowed hard and blinked ...

... twice. Did plan to kiss her? He shouldn’t. She couldn’t. She gripped the collar of her robe tightly.

“There’s sumthin’ you should know,” she said softly.

“Tell me.” His face came in close. His breath, warm and soft, blew over her lips. And his lips looked so tender and lickable, she licked her own. Daisy realized what she was doing and pressed hers together. When his other hand went to her hip, she panicked, letting go the front of her robe to push at his chest. His eyes dropped just as her robe fell open to reveal the inside swell of her breasts. Quickly, she gathered the terrycloth of her robe together and closed it again.

“I’m on my period!” she blurted.

Aiden frowned.

Daisy stepped back, hitting the make-up counter. She’d played her card to soon. She had a plan. The oldest one in the book. It was how she kept the boys off her until she decided who would get her cherry. She thought of it when Pete gave her the phone. It’s her get-out-of-this-and-still-get-the-money trick. Any guy cringed at the thought of it. Mr. Prim and Proper surely would.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Keane, but you never asked. It came on this morning. So, well… we can’t, you know?”

Aiden wiped at his mouth and smiled. Then he laughed, stepping back. His eyes danced with merriment. Daisy watched him as he shook his head. He laughed harder and she grew angry.

“Why is it funny?”

He waved off her fury. “Show me.”

“Huh?”

Aiden dropped his arms. “If you’re on your period, then my guess at ...