"Thank you so much for all your help, Rob." she said in her smoky voice, nearly laughing when the guy blushed even brighter.
Riding a bus had turned out to be a real bore so Daisy had begun flirting with her seat-mate since they'd left Westport over 10 hours ago. When he'd got on the bus and got to his seat, he'd blushed when he saw Daisy, and had nearly fallen over when she'd smiled at him and said 'hello'. Daisy was well aware of how her looks and unusually husky voice affected people, and she used them to her advantage whenever she could.
Most men acted like grinning idiots or flaming horndogs around her. And coming from a life of poverty, then abandonment at the tender age of 13. Daisy learned how to use whatever she could to get what she wanted, but deep down she was still unsure of herself and hid behind an outspoken demeanor. Her looks and her brazen attitude didn't afford her many female friends, but nothing she did seemed to faze Claire and since the first day they'd met at the orphanage, they'd been fast and firm friends. She'd made other girlfriends through the years but eventually they'd all get tired of Daisy's need to be the center of attention, and her tendency to steal their boyfriends without really trying. Through all of it, Claire stuck by her side, and Daisy treasured her for it. She was the one friend Daisy would never jeopardize losing.
At fifteen, Daisy lost her virginity to a groundskeeper at the orphanage named Brent Kelley. She'd been the one to pursue him, and she acted as if she didn't care when they got caught, and he lost his job and went to jail for it. But since then she never did try to seduce or entice another adult, and unknown to everyone, even Claire; she began writing to Brent while he was in prison, and he'd been writing back to her all these years. He'd gotten 3 years for one offense of statutory rape and was actually due to be released a month after her 18th birthday. To avoid incurring more jail time for him, they made no plans to hook up again, but Daisy got the impression that he expected that they would. She still wasn't sure about it, but never let him know her reservations.
After all the drama with Brent, she seemed to be even more of a slut to others besides Claire. For Daisy, her time with Brent only taught her how much she liked sex, and not to be ashamed of it. He'd taught her a lot and gave her so much more confidence in herself.
Even living in an orphanage didn't prevent her from expanding her knowledge and experience with men. She'd even found that she enjoyed being with other girls. But unlike men, who she preferred to be 10 or more years older than her... she preferred girls to be around her age. When she was 17 however, she got stabbed by a jealous girlfriend when Daisy tried to leave her for the new guy who was managing the Wal-Mart in town.
Since then, Daisy hadn't hooked up with another girl, finding them more possessive than men. She never admitted it even to herself, but Daisy sometimes thinks that holding on to Claire's friendship could be more than it appeared. But with no encouragement of any kind from Claire, and Daisy being afraid of losing her, she never explored that avenue. She was usually fearless when pursuing people that she wanted, and she sometimes wondered why she held back when she found herself thinking of Claire as more than a friend. But just the thought of losing Claire scared her beyond all reason.
The last call from Claire had been 2 days before Daisy had left the orphanage. And now that she was out on the road, it was up to her to keep in touch with Claire, who was waiting for her in Midnight Cove. She was eager to see Claire again, and despite her need to get up and stretch after all the hours of sitting, she resented it when the bus pulled into a roadside truck stop.
This was the first stop since boarding in Westport, and they still had another 100 miles down the state road to reach the turnoff to Midnight Cove's bus depot, but the driver said that some bad weather was coming in and he suggested that they all checked into the small motel near the depot to ride it out. Daisy didn't mind so much now, because she now saw it as a chance to call and check in with Claire, and as a very hard rain began to fall Daisy thought the driver was probably smart for stopping here.
Now she stood at the counter of the motel's front desk, with Rob standing right behind her and his erection rubbing against her through their clothes. She couldn't help but smile, and lick her lips in anticipation.
During the bus ride she had boldly leaned up against him; learning his name, learning he was on his way to visit family in Midnight Cove and that he had a disapproving, nagging wife waiting for him back in Westport. The way he looked at her told Daisy that he wanted more than a nice chat from her and she worked him up good during the ride. Leaning against him so he could feel one pert breast pressing against his arm, crossing her legs just so, making sure that their thighs were melded together. Whenever he looked ready to grab her and drag her onto his lap, she'd back away, teasing him. By then, his erection was blatantly obvious and Daisy was having a lot of fun passing the time this way.
He helped her with her rolling suitcase, and after they finished signing in for their separate rooms and exited the office, he collapsed the extendable arm of her suitcase and picked it up by its handle. He then grabbed her up by the waist, making her squeal in laughter as he ran through the pouring rain for her room. Even with her heavy backpack on her and the one on his back, he moved with speed and assurance. Daisy was loving his obvious strength. He deposited her in front of her door, and she immediately opened the door with her key, took a step in and turned to look at him.
"Let me guess..." he grumbled, doubt in his eyes. "...you're now just gonna say goodnight and close the door in my face."
Daisy laughed. "You kidding? After working so long to get you primed?"
Without warning, she shucked off her backpack dropping it behind her, and pulled her half sweater up and over her head, stripping it off and tossing it onto a nearby chair. He stared at her small, coral-tipped breasts that were glistening from the rain that had soaked through her clothes despite his speedy dash. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra on the bus, but had no idea her little breasts would be so perfect looking. The areolae were large but the nipples were tight, mouthwatering little nubs. And then he felt as if something heavy just dropped into his lower belly when she turned her back to him and then peeled her pants down her legs, bending all the way over giving him an ample view of her firm, beautifully shaped ass, and the pink, shaven, plump lips of her sex. No panties too, oh god!
Standing straight up, she looked over one shoulder at him.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked in her whiskey voice, sending shivers up his spine.
Throwing her suitcase to the side, he stumbled the rest of the way in, not wanting to take his eyes off her as she slowly crawled onto the bed and settled onto her side as she turned to watch him fumble out of his backpack, also dropping it without a care.
He slammed the door shut, and began ripping at his clothes, popping buttons on his shirt in his haste.
She laughed out loud when he leaped onto the bed and grabbed up her legs. Standing in the middle of the bed he pulled her up until he could grasp her small waist. "Sorry baby, you got me so hot I can't wait anymore." His hot, rigid member was poised at her opening nudging the lips slightly. He took the time to rub her clit with one large thumb, making her gasp as she hung upside down, only her shoulders and head touching the bed beneath them.
"Just fuck me already." she moaned.
Pulling her up and bending forward slightly, he plunged himself to the hilt inside her. Daisy screamed in pleasure and his shouts of pleasure joined hers. And despite his claim of not being able to wait, Daisy was thrilled when he began turning and twisting her about on the bed moving her into different positions. He seemed to have a superhuman control as he held back his release while giving her orgasm after orgasm. From the bed, they tumbled to the floor where she rode him for a while, then while still impaled deep inside her he got to his feet and carried her to the bureau, where he sat her on its edge and hooked her slender legs around his waist. The cheap furniture banged against the wall with every forceful push until finally the person in the next room banged furiously on the wall shouting for them to keep it down. Daisy just laughed. He then moved and laid her on the narrow coffee table. he hooked her legs over his shoulders and nearly bent her in double as he braced his weight on the table beneath her and started teasing her with long, slow strokes in and out of her.
By the time he had her kneeling on the small armchair, draping her upper body over its padded back, she felt as limp and wrung out as a used rag. But when he entered her from behind, while slipping one hand to the front to flick at her clit, Daisy straightened up, bracing her arms on the back of the armchair. Her beautiful face flushed with exertion and passion, her blonde hair in a wild tumble around her head.
He wrapped one arm around her shoulders using that hand to squeeze and tweak the taut nipples of her sensitive breasts. His other hand still playing with her folds below, while he bucked and pumped into her from behind.
"Oh... oh... oh..." was all Daisy could say, as her head fell back onto his chest, her eyes clenched shut. And this time when she came, he joined her. His hips spasmodically pumping her until they were both spent, and he collapsed on top of her when she fell forward over the back of the armchair. She complained weakly about his weight, but didn't eally mind it. Still he eased out and off of her.
Gathering up what strength he had left, Rob picked Daisy up and stumbled to the bed. He tumbled them onto the rumpled sheets, and she slowly crawled up his body until she was half draped over him, resting her head on his chest.
"Oh god that was great." she moaned.
He smiled in agreement. "You're amazing." He said.
"Shit, I was supposed to call my friend the moment I checked in, but now I'm so tired I'll just do it later."
He pulled her on top of him and cupped her ass with both hands. Massaging the globes gently, he smiled as he thought of his spiteful, soul-stealing wife back home. "That's IF I don't tire you out again."
Daisy laughed weakly, but her mind was now mostly on Claire. Rolling off him, Daisy reached for the room phone. "I'd better call her now before you turn me into a useless puddle of flesh again."
Robt laughed but just closed his eyes in contentment, and immediately began to snooze.
Character Personality: Being a good looking blonde and blue-eyed girl throws people off at first, thinking she's a nice and pretty girl. But Daisy is outspoken, brazen, confident, and exudes sex appeal. She can be tough when she has to, but usually doesn't care enough about anything worth fighting over, except for Claire, her one and only friend. She's got a foul mouth that only shows when she's having sex or when she gets angry, but it takes a lot to make her angry. She's got a nonchalant attitude that can aggravate most people. She doesn't overly drink or take drugs, but would never turn down pot or free beer.
Other Physical Characteristics: Has a light, 6 inch scar on her left thigh that no amount of lotion would completely get rid of. She got stabbed by a jealous girlfriend when she was 17.
She likes formfitting knit or cotton tops, and jeans or flow-y patterned pants or skirts. When casual, she prefers the comfort of drawstring jogging pants cut short, and wifebeaters or cami-tanks in varying colors. She also usually wears her thick, healthy hair down, but when dressing up, pulls it back into a french twist.
1 brown midsize Samsonite rolling luggage.
1 black leather backpack
8 tank tops/wifebeaters varying shades.
4 cutoff drawstring jogging pants
2 dark blue jeans
4 loose dress pants in varying patterns and colors
3 half sweaters, cable knit... ivory, purple, and blue
1 dark blue long sleeved dress jacket
1 long sleeved button up shirt with blue pinstripes
2 strappy sandals with 4 inch heels
1 pink flip flops w/ plastic daises on the straps.
2 slip on walking shoes
3 lipsticks dark red, mauve, and pale brown
1 bottle cream foundation
1 eyeshadow kit varying shades of lavender
2 liquid eyeliner; black and plum
1 Lady Speed Stick deodorant
1 Dove body spray
1 Dove body lotion
4-pack of disposable pink razors; daisies printed on the handles
2 packs of Camel Crush cigarettes
1 disposable red lighter
1 folding shaving razor
1 pump inhaler with Albuterol canister inside; 1 extra refill in prescription box.
Advantages: 100 pts
Charisma - 7 (mostly only works on straight men or lesbians)
Common Sense - 10 (having had many sex partners, she's not clueless to the world)
Intuition - 15 (she can usually read people correctly; especially men)
Strong Will - 7 (she is usually not an indecisive person; she thinks things over quickly; makes up her mind and usually acts on it right away; and people find it hard to sway her when she's set against something)
Toughness - 10 (growing up in an orphanage toughens you whether you want it to or not)
Voice - 10 (she has a sexy speaking voice that others have called whiskey voice; former lovers have said it was one of the best things they loved about her and she could get them to do practically anything if she asked just right.)
= 51 pts
Anti-authoritarian +10 (likes doing what she wants and would usually find some way to buck the rules the nuns set down)
Bad Temper +10 (doesn't like being looked down on or her friends being treated badly; and would usually lash out in some way)
Lecherousness +10 (loves sex and not afraid to show it. She's still picky about her partners though and won't sleep with just anybody)
Narcissism +10 (knows she's good looking and often uses it to get her way)
= 91 pts
Singing - 6
Running - 7 (she used to jog 5 miles every morning on the forest trails near the orphanage to keep in shape)
Knife - 7 (many fights in the orphanage and she has no qualms cutting someone who's trying to hurt her or her friends)
Pottery - 7 (nuns forced her to take classes as a way to channel her anger and keep her out of trouble; she got good at it but she still got angry and got into trouble regularly)
Sex Appeal - 7 (she attracts a lot of attention from both sexes and practically all ages)
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