Chapter 14

Driving home the next day, I’m thinking about that sex party we had a couple of weeks ago at my boss’s beach house on Lake Michigan. It was me and two of my co-workers I adore, Rose and Lily. We three girls gave two hot guys, plus Heather, the woman who arranged it, the best time of their life. I love group sex dates and have fun being the ringleader.

Josh was the older of the two guys. When I say older, I don’t mean like old, he was in his mid-twenties. And, let me tell ya, he is one prime stud with a hot bod and a solid cock. He’s Heather’s friend and the group sex date was her plan because he apparently arranged for a bunch of his buddies to fulfill a friendly gangbang sex fantasy of hers a couple of weeks prior – that had to be fun for her!

The other guy is Will. He’s eighteen, a year younger than me, super cute with blond hair and the softest blue eyes. At six feet, he’s a bit lanky in frame, but his body is sexy as hell. Let me add that he has one of the nicest cocks I ever felt, it’s super smooth and I just love, love, love it - god, I’m starting to sound like Ronnie! How do you like how I can describe these guys I just met and include all the details of their genitals? How often can a girl do that in regular life?

I took a liking to Will because a lot of guys in my age group have a lot of growing up to do. It’s fine, aren’t we girls supposed to mature first anyway? Who am I to talk; I can be quite self-centered and immature about a lot of things myself. Maybe I’m not giving myself enough credit, but it’s not the best combo when the girl and the guy have tendencies leaning towards some immaturity; at least one of us should act like the adult.

Will is different and I like the way he carries himself. He’s confident, but not an over-confident ass - polite, but not gushingly so - soft-spoken, but not limp-wristed about it – knows how to assert himself while having sex, but never demanding and selfish. He’s what my grandmother’s generation would call a good catch and a very nice young man.

At the end of the day, I got Will’s number telling him I’d call. Two weeks have passed with, sadly, no calls from me. I have no excuse, it’s just me being flighty. I’m sure he’s forgotten my face and moved on. Anyway, for me it’s just business, fun business, but just business after all.

As I drive, I’m listening to a favorite playlist of sexy boom-boom songs I like to dance to and start feeling a familiar buzz between my legs that I know all too well. I’m getting horny. As awesome as it is to have Ronnie lick the ever-loving lord out of my pussy, I miss having a good stiff cock pushing up in there, stretching things out, and bumping my cervix a few times.

Before leaving Lansing, I checked my work schedule and don’t have any playdates for the next two whole weeks - damn. That doesn’t mean something can’t pop up last minute, but that can just as easily mean nothing will either. Looks like I’ll be spending the next two weeks with my fingers and vibrators to satisfy my needs. Oh, yippee, I eye-roll to myself. It’s not a money issue, I have more than plenty in my savings account, it’s that I’m somewhat of a sex addict if you haven’t figured it out by now.

I’ve been told that escort work can have lulls in the summer. Most clientele are wealthy businessmen and they take vacation time to spend with their families at their summer homes, sailing their yachts, or traveling abroad. Once Fall comes around, so do the horny cocks backed by fat wallets.

Fuck those vibrators! - well, I mean that is what I do with them, haha, but I’m saying fuck ‘em in the non-literal sense. Should I call Will? Has too much time passed? I’ll be passing near his hometown soon.

Exit 62 - Standale the road sign says. My pussy wins the debate as I take the freeway exit.

Pulling over in a grocery store parking lot, I pick up my phone and hesitantly text, “Hi Will! It’s me, Daisy, from the party on the lake.”

His response is immediate. “HI! I’ve been hoping to hear from you.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, been kinda busy.” No, I haven’t been busy, but sometimes small lies are necessary. “I’m in the area if you’re free?”

“I’m just getting off my shift in ten minutes, will that work?”

“Sure! Want me to meet you? Where do you work?”

“At Big Woody’s, it’s a lumber and hardware store on Main Street, can’t miss it.”

Big Woody’s I laugh to myself, the perfect name for a store to pick up a guy whose woody I desperately want to fuck. “See you in ten!”

Standale is a few miles up the road so this will time out perfectly. I sure hope Will has an apartment or somewhere we can go because I’m horny as hell and need to jump his bones.

Will comes out the front doors of the hardware store with his red work apron slung over his shoulder looking around. I toot my horn and wave so he can see me in my silver-gray late-model Chevy Equinox SUV.

Hopping in the passenger seat, he’s all smiles. “Wow, Daisy, I’m so happy to see you!” His face is beaming as he looks me up and down like I’m a supermodel who just flew into town. The truth is I’m not all dolled-up or anything, no make-up, hair pulled back in a pony-tail, just a regular plain pink t-shirt, a pair of tight-fitting well-worn jeans, and my tennis shoes - my everyday look. “You’re ... wow ... you’re every bit as cute and gorgeous as I remember,” he says, turning a faint shade of red.