DRIVING MISS DAISY–Part 3 of 5

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We spent only a minute to enter the house and turn the alarm off. A few seconds later everything was in the dryer then I asked if she was hungry. “No,” she replied, “I had a huge lunch. I’m not used to eating that much. But…I can think of one thing I’d like in my mouth. Why don’t we go to bed?” I followed her numbly as she pulled me into the hallway. Once in the bedroom she repeated her actions of last night. “Wait here a second, John. I want to get a few towels.” She scampered into the bathroom and returned a few seconds later with some large fluffy bath towels from the linen closet.

I helped her to spread them over the bed then joined her as we lay down to kiss and caress each other. I massaged her breasts for only a few seconds before she began to groan. Sure enough—her pussy was drenched when I reached down to touch her. She groaned even louder when I rubbed her hot cunt.

Her legs opened in invitation and I didn’t have to be asked twice. I slid between those glorious appendages while she eagerly guided me into her velvet vise. I knew that expression had been used before, but “vise” was an extremely apt description. She was so tight that every movement rubbed the entire length and girth of my organ and when she began to hump me I knew I wasn’t going to last very long.

Luckily, Sara had a head start on me. She screamed just as I blew, coating her walls with my jizz. I collapsed onto her chest kissing her neck and shoulder repeatedly until she pulled my mouth up to hers. We stayed like that for almost a half hour until we both heard my stomach growl. After listening to her giggle for almost a minute I climbed out of bed, pulling Sara with me to the kitchen. “I think we should grab a bite, don’t you. I think I’ll need to keep my energy level up. Being with you is a lot of fun, but extremely tiring.”

Once in the kitchen Sara asked if I could make some grilled cheese sandwiches. “Want bacon with them,” I asked.

“Of course, everything’s better with bacon, except maybe you. I can’t imagine you being any better.”

“Yeah…right!” I put the sandwiches together as the griddle warmed. First, I cooked the bacon then I added it to the cheese and covered both with bread. I grilled the sandwiches, flipping them once until the cheese had melted then brought them to the table. Sara had already poured two Cokes. We sat naked at the table, looking out the window at the coast of Connecticut, about twenty miles away. The city of Bridgeport was easily identifiable in the crystal clear night.

“Umm, you’re almost as good a cook as you are a lover, John.”

I laughed as well as one can with a mouth full of toasted bread, American cheese, and bacon until Sara stood and pulled my chair back from the table. Next thing I knew she was sitting in my lap, straddling me, her breasts almost at the level of my mouth. “I think you’re a wonderful man, John. You’re kind and gentle, and loving, but you’re strong in the most important way. I know you’re not terribly athletic, but you have the kind of internal strength that women crave. You’re a man that any woman would be proud to be with. I know I am. You’re also the best kind of lover. You’re not selfish and you always want the best for your partner. Well…I can’t speak about your other partners, but you have with me and Cara.”

She stopped to feed me some sandwich then continued. “I want to know everything about you…from the time you were born until this very second. I want to know about your family. Cara has told me that they live here on the Island. In return I’ll tell you everything about me although you probably know a lot from working with Cara.” She gave me another bite then spoke again.

“You know that our dad died before we were born. He had a job as a salesman in a menswear store. Mom has told us that he was tall and thin. I bet that comes as no surprise. He and Mom made enough to get by, but were surprised when she became pregnant. Apparently they had used ‘rhythm,’ being good Catholics. Everybody knows that doesn’t work. Then he was killed in an accident while on his lunch break. Some men were painting the side of a building and were hauling a big bucket of paint up to where they were painting. Something went wrong and the bucket fell, hitting my father in the back of his head and neck. Mom told us he was killed immediately. Mom tried to sue the contractor, but they didn’t have much money and they claimed that he had walked into an area that was marked off with cones and saw horses.

“Mom moved back home with her parents because she couldn’t afford to keep the apartment. She returned to work in the accountant’s office once we were born and Nana took care of us. Because we had no real money we couldn’t go to nursery school or anything like that. Nana taught us our letters and numbers and how to get along with other children. We went to the neighborhood park often because it was free.

“We were good students, but not good enough to get really good scholarships. Cara and I played volleyball and ran track. She ran the 200-meter and did the long jump. I ran relays and long jumped, too. We enlisted in the Army and basic training was a breeze because of our conditioning from track. I studied medical imaging after basic, working in several Army hospitals here and in Landstuhl, Germany during my three years service. Cara worked in supply here in the U.S. We agreed after three years that we’d had enough. Our biggest problem was that we missed each other terribly. I’m sure you know how close most twins are.”

“Where did you live as kids? Does your mom still live there? What about your grandparents?”

“We lived in Lindenhurst in a small house. Mom moved to Coram last year when Nana passed away. Our grandfather died shortly after we left the Army. I think that was about a month after we had started at Suffolk Community. I studied Medical Imaging because I needed the degree to get the better paying jobs. Cara took Secretarial/Office Management as you already know. Mom helped her by teaching her stenography. I never did understand that, but my job doesn’t require it.”

By now my two sandwiches were gone, fed to me piece by piece by a gorgeous woman—a gorgeous naked woman who had trapped my resurgent cock between our bodies. She looked down, noticing its hardness and laughing as she rotated her hips and rubbed it into her slit. “Why don’t you tell me your life story before we clean up and remake the bed?”

“Okay…I’m an only child. My mom has told me that she wanted a big family, but there was something wrong with her plumbing—her words—so they had to stop after me. I’m not very athletic, but I’m not spastic either. I’m average at most sports, at best. Intellectually, I’m way ahead of most people. It has been a mystery to my parents because Dad’s a plumber and Mom works as an office manager for an insurance broker. Both jobs require thinking, but they’d be the first to admit that they’re not geniuses. They live in Nassau County in Oyster Bay.

“I did extremely well in school and graduated Valedictorian from high school. I had always had an interest in computers and decided to try writing a computer game while a senior. I did it in my free time and since I never dated or went to football or other games I had plenty. I finished it about halfway through my freshman year. One of my professors helped me market it to a major game company. They liked it and paid me a hundred grand for it plus royalties that I still receive every quarter. I’d rather not go into my computer activities from junior high and high school. Let’s just say that I quit before getting into trouble with the law. I also did very well in college, but still didn’t date. In fact, I was a virgin until I went to visit my roommate’s family just before my second year of grad school. His sister was a real slut—good looking with a great body, too. I stayed with them for three days and she fucked me five times, even doing me in my bed on the mornings when her parents had gone to work.

“I was just finishing grad school for my PhD. when Daisy found me. She claimed that she wanted math tutoring, but my roommate, Rob, worked in the math department and found out that she was a good student and was only looking for a man to support her. I broke our initial engagement after visiting her parents. Her mother treated her father like he was subhuman. She begged me for another chance about two weeks later. I gave her some conditions and a year after that I proposed again. Unfortunately, her mother was too much of a bad influence. I accidentally overheard a phone conversation in which Daisy planned to make me nothing more than a slave and beat me into submission…lock my genitals into a stainless steel cage as a means to enforce it.

“I also heard her admit that she had been cheating on me with her boss. That’s when I got the idea of taking over control of her boss’s car. I built the control in a week and installed it in his car while they were in a bar. I’m sure that Cara told you about the encounter. They were drinking and snorting coke. He wound up in prison for drug possession and she got probation. She also got her ass kicked to the curb, but talking about her now reminds me of something else I have to do. I got my revenge against her and her lover. I still need to take care of her bitch mother. She’s only motivated by money and Daisy learned everything she knows from her.”

“What will you do?”

“I’m not quite sure yet, but I’ll think on it, maybe during the week. The way to hurt her the most is through her wallet. She’s a totally mercenary person. We’re in a bit of a lull now although we probably have at least a month’s work in Ohio and we always have maintenance work with our existing clients. I can’t steal from her, but I’ll come up with something that will teach her to keep her nose out of other people’s business.”

Sara kissed me then led me to the laundry room. We folded the sheets and I carried them to the linen closet, replacing them with another set. I was amazed at how quickly Sara had been able to make the bed.

Personally, I was just about ready to jump back in with her. Instead, she led me to the shower. We washed and loved each other and I realized not for the first time how much I enjoyed being with Sara. I dried her lovingly while she did me. Then she surprised me by dressing and sitting me on the bed.

She held my hand as she looked deeply into my eyes. “I have to go home, John. I don’t want to. I want to stay here with you, but we need to spend some time apart. Call me mid-week if you want to get together next weekend.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be here then. Remember what I said about my revenge? I think I know what to do now and it will require that I travel. I’d tell you about it, but I think it’s better if you don’t know.”

“It’s not going to be dangerous, is it? Please tell me you’re going to come back to me!”

“No…I don’t think it will be dangerous. In fact, I don’t think that more than one person pertinent to the matter will even know that I’m in the neighborhood. I’ll email you every day if you want. Just tell me your address.”

“Don’t you want to write it down?”

“Not necessary…just tell me.” She did and then she got her things together. I walked her to her car where she turned to kiss me. “Trust me, John. Rushing into a relationship is almost always a huge mistake. You’re still getting over Daisy and you’re vulnerable. I had a wonderful weekend with you and I want to do it again—hopefully lots of times–but we need some time apart so we can think. I know I wouldn’t think too clearly with you around. All I could think about would be how many different ways I could make love with you.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“No, but…”

I stopped her, telling her that I understood. All the same, I felt terribly alone when she drove away. I walked into the garage, taking a look at the SUV that I had rented that afternoon after dropping my Civic in the dealer’s lot. It was a lot bigger than the Civic—roomier, too, and it had a lot of bells and whistles—fifteen computers. Unfortunately, there was no manual. It would make interesting reading—just goes to show you how much of a nerd I am. I went inside, turning the alarm on and sitting to watch a little TV. The only thing I found that was worthwhile was CNN and even that wasn’t so great. I went to bed early, lying there for more than an hour as my plans for Margaret O’Neill began to take shape.


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I was always up early so after a quick breakfast I cruised into the office lot in my rental. I was at my desk working out my travel arrangements when Cara poked her head in, starting the week as she always did. “Have a good weekend?”

“You know very well I did. Come in with your pad once you’re settled in. Get coffee first, if you want.” She returned about twenty minutes later.

“Okay, I want you to send Chuck, Vince, Ali, and Sergei out to Columbus to get the Ohio project underway. Set them up with a good hotel, hopefully near the state office buildings—separate rooms—and tell them to charge all their meals and a reasonable number of drinks to their rooms. Make sure that the hotel saves a room for me. I don’t yet know when I’ll go out there. I have something I have to take care of first.”

“Business or pleasure?”
“I’m not sure yet, although it might turn out to be pleasurable. We’ll see.” I suddenly had another thought and smiled wryly.

“Ah…Daisy,” she said with a smile. She was just about to leave when she turned to me. “I’m really glad you had a good time. I know I did and so did Sara. You’re enough to make me rethink my long-term plans and I would if not for my sister. I think she’s falling for you. You should have heard her talking for hours last night.”

“I thought about her a lot, too. She’s a wonderful person…kind of like her sister.” Then I shooed her out to work. The first thing I did was check on the various ways to get to Springfield in western Massachusetts. Flying was out of the question. I couldn’t find a direct flight unless I drove to LaGuardia, something I hesitated to do. I hated city traffic. In the end I decided to take the ferry from Port Jefferson to Bridgeport, Connecticut. From there the drive was less than ninety minutes. The only question was when.

That was pretty much settled when the Toyota salesman called me. I could pick up my car any time. My check had already cleared. I placed an important phone call then left work early to drop the rental off at Islip MacArthur Airport where I grabbed a cab up to Smithtown, a ride of less than ten miles. I arrived at just after four and an hour later I had been briefed by the salesman and my plates were on the new car. I even had my new registration. I resolved to leave tomorrow—Tuesday afternoon, having an important errand to run first.

I tied up some loose ends early Tuesday morning, telling Cara I would be back in the office as soon as I could before driving first to Great Neck and then in the opposite direction to the ferry terminal in nearby Port Jefferson. I had a reservation for the 2:00 p.m. trip. Arriving early gave me the opportunity to grab a quick lunch, returning just in time to load my new Toyota into the lower deck. My car was wedged between the starboard side and a large truck. Once it was locked I walked upstairs to the rear deck where I sat in the bright afternoon sun. I returned to the car just over an hour later as we pulled into Bridgeport harbor. First on, first off; I was on my way less than five minutes after docking. Ninety minutes later I pulled into the parking lot at the Springfield Marriott.

I relaxed in my ninth floor room, looking out over the city’s skyline, not that it was anything like New York or Chicago.