Chapter 25

At the Silver Crest Motel, I offer to pay for the room. Just because Daisy does well for herself, I don’t want her paying for everything we do together. Entering the small lobby, I’m greeted by a familiar face behind the counter, it’s my former classmate Betty-Jo Peterson. Looking up from her phone, she says, “Well, well, back again already?”

“Betty-Jo Peterson?” Betty-Jo graduated when I did, she’s a bold, but popular girl from just outside of town. She’s not bad looking with shoulder-length blonde hair, brown eyes, athletic build, and usually gets what she wants. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“No, you wouldn’t because last time, you, being the gentleman that you are, let your girl come in to pay.” Did I mention her snarky sense of sarcasm too?

“Hey, she’s the one who offered to – wait, you s-saw me here?”

“Kind of hard to miss when you two were the only customers that day. Will, look around, this place isn’t exactly hopping-busy, wall-to-wall with summer vacationers, now, is it? The only time the No Vacancy sign goes on is during deer hunting season; all other times, this place is the local no-tell motel. Which, let me guess, is why you’re here. You don’t want mommy and daddy to know you’re pussy poking that little missy out there in the fancy SUV. Am I right?”

She nailed it. “Yeah ... you’re right,” I admit. “Look, please don’t go blabbing around that you saw me here. Alright?”

“That’s why it’s known as a,” she pauses to accentuate with finger air quotes, “no-tell motel – duh. And besides, I haven’t told anyone I took your cherry after Homecoming, why would I start now?”

“Who says I was a virgin?” Betty-Jo just stands there with her hands on her hips, she doesn’t have to say anything. “Was it that obvious?” I sigh.

“Considering you didn’t know which hole to stick it in, yes.” Touché “So, do you want the same room as last week?”

“Sure.”

Daisy and I lock the door behind us and get naked – no fancy stripteases today. She wants me to lie on my back while she rides me cowgirl style. “This is what I love about your cock,” she says, sliding her wet pussy onto my stiff pole.

“What about it?”

“You came not that long ago but can stay hard for me as long as I want. It’s like you can will your cock to stay hard. Older guys have a harder time with that.”

“Great! Something to look forward to,” I laugh.

“I still want you to flip me over and get on top when you’re gonna cum, you know how I like to wrap my arms and legs around when you do.”

“Sure thing.”

She grinds herself this way and that, cooing when I bump on her special spots. “Do you know that girl in the lobby? Seems you were talking to her for a bit.”

“Yeah, that’s Betty-Jo Peterson, I went to school with her.”

“Wait ... the famous Betty-Jo Peterson? The chick you lost your virginity with?”

“How do you know that?”

“You told me in the hot tub at the beach house.”

“That’s quite a memory you have, wow!”

“Can you tell me about you and her?”

“You want me to tell you about sex I had with another girl while we’re fucking?”

Daisy lifts her knees and pushes down extra hard to drive my cock in extra deep. “Sure. It doesn’t bother me; I love first-time stories. Going by you only mentioning the one event, it doesn’t sound like there was much more?”

“You’re right about that,” I sigh.

“If it’s not a good memory for you, we can drop it. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I can tell you. It was the night of the Homecoming Dance. Afterward, everyone went to Peterson’s Farm for an after-party in their barn. We country kids like to have barn parties,” I snicker.

“I know,” Daisy smiles, “I’ve been to a few too.”

“Anyhow, it was a fun time with food, drinks, and music. They had a keg and other assorted alcoholic beverages hidden in the saddle room off to the side. Betty-Jo was getting pretty drunk and wild. We all were. She started feeling frisky and the next thing I know, she grabs me by the arm and leads me up the ladder to the hayloft.”

“Aww, doing it on a pile of hay in a hayloft,” Daisy grins,” That’s so textbook rural America!”

“One would think, right? But not this hayloft. Behind a wall built from hay bales, she had an entire makeshift bedroom set up; a bed with a mattress and covers, an old dresser, nightstand, and even a lamp.”

“Wow! Sounds like she was planning this?”

“I think her older brothers built it as a fuck den, they were known to be quite wild. Little sister Betty-Jo kept the tradition alive by doing plenty of guys up there; I was certainly not her first. Anyhow, she lays on the bed, lifts her dress, and spreads her legs. My eyes pop seeing she has no panties on! Standing there gawking at her pussy like a salivating ten-year-old, she asked if this was the first pussy I ever saw. It was, but I lied and said, no, I’ve seen lots.”

“The gawking didn’t help,” Daisy smirks.

“No, it sure didn’t. I took my pants and underwear off and got myself into position between her legs. She pulled me to her wanting me to stick it in. As I was pushing my cock at her, I kept missing her hole. Nervous and inexperienced, I honestly didn’t know it was all the way at the bottom of her slit; I always thought it should be in the middle somewhere. She finally grabbed it and directed me down saying, in here, not my piss hole. I was so embarrassed.”