Brighter Days
Copyright© 2025 by Saxon Hart
Chapter 4A: Daisey’s Ending
Three weeks after I left my job at the mill, I sold my 4Runner to the busboy at Jimmy’s, and loaded my possessions into a rental truck. After I had my bike on a trailer, I loaded Scooby into the truck and we headed for Denton.
Because the couple who had rented my cabin had been such good renters, my parents told them they could take all of the time they needed to find a new place. In the meantime, I would stay in my childhood home.
When my parents moved to Arizona, they had rented out their home. The latest tenants had moved out a month before I left Elko. My parents were in the process of hiring someone to get the house ready for new tenants, when they decided that I could stay there until my cabin was vacated and in return, I would do the necessary work to get it ready to be rented out again.
I soon realized that my bike wouldn’t be the best transportation when the weather changed, so I went and bought a new Chevy Tahoe. Scooby, of course, approved of the roomy vehicle.
I had been there for about three weeks when the couple renting my cabin told us that they had taken a new job and were moving to Wisconsin. Within a month, they had gone so I went to see how much the cabin needed before I could move back into it.
They hadn’t really done much damage to the place, but it was clear that maintenance had been sparse. As I walked through, I was mentally spending money on everything that needed attention and was starting to wonder if I wouldn’t be dollars better off to tear the place down and build a new structure.
As I left my property and turned toward town, I saw a vehicle in the driveway where many years ago my insulation truck had sat as I took revenge on my cheating spouse and her paramour. Out of curiosity, I stopped.
The guy who owned the vehicle was the son of the man Ramon and Daisey had rented the place from. It turned out that the guy had rented the place to some ‘party dudes’ who had destroyed it, and for the past six years, it had been basically a wildlife sanctuary. He had told me that his father had passed and left him the derelict property.
When I asked him what he planned to do, he told me that was washing his hands of the place and selling it. I made him an offer, and he accepted it on the spot. Sarah’s mom and sister ran a realty office and they handled the paperwork and within six weeks, I owned both properties.
Since my grandfather’s land adjoined both properties I decided to remove the fences dividing the three. As I was removing fences that separated the properties I found a big clearing and had an epiphany. I immediately fell in love with the view from that spot and decided I would raze both cabins and build my home there.
I had found an old bulldozer and backhoe in a barn on my grandfather’s land, and in a few weeks, had both running so I would do the earthmoving on my own.
Billy Gill, an old friend from school, had a contracting business, and agreed to be the general contractor. Most of the lumber needed would come from my own land and be cut on a portable sawmill, saving a fortune.
I had bought a dump truck and had been doing some earthmoving work and wood hauling on top of the work I was doing at my place, so it really didn’t bother me too much that the occasional outing with Sarah was the sum of my social life.
I talked to Sarah and Daisey often and saw Sarah a few times. Things seemed to be good between her and Mark, so I was happy for her. I had already become disenchanted with the local dating scene; it seemed the available women were either emotional basket cases who required you to have a PhD in psychology to navigate any relationship with them, or they were only seeking a guy to pay her bills and become a daddy to her children.
The only women, who seemed to not fall into either category, ran in the other direction when they heard why I had been incarcerated. I often wondered if they had the habit of seeking strange dick and feared the possible consequences.
One day, Sarah invited me to dinner because she had some news. I had an idea of what she was going to tell me because she was wearing gloves in May. So I wasn’t surprised when she took the gloves off revealing a large diamond ring and told me that Mark had asked her to marry him. I was happy for her, even if I was watching maybe my last chance at a lifelong relationship going away.
They were going to get married in Sacramento and move to Sarasota, Florida. She told me that Daisey was going to be one of her bridesmaids and Mark was going to ask me to be one of his groomsmen.
Within weeks, I had been fitted for my rented tux coat; Mark had deemed that the groomsmen would wear tux coats, shirts and jeans with nice boots. Wedding preparations hadn’t taken much of my time, which was mostly spent working on my new house.
On the week of the wedding, Sarah called me and asked if I could come to Sacramento on Thursday to help her with last-minute details. She told me that she and Mark would even pay for a hotel, so I wouldn’t have to drive back and forth with the rehearsal being on Friday and the Saturday wedding and reception.
I got to Sacramento before noon and was soon running around town with Sarah. I kept asking myself why I was there, but decided that, maybe, she just wanted some time with me.
We had delivered all of the flowers to her mother Claire and sister Jennifer at the church, where they were decorating with the help of her future mother-in-law and sisters-in-law. Then, we ran around making sure of the final details with the caterers and the bakery that had made her cake.
A little after two, we went to check me into the hotel and then ran a few more errands. I had to pick up my tux jacket and then we paid a visit to the photographer to make sure all of the details were met.
We arrived back at the church around four to find only Claire and Jennifer were still there. We helped them with the final touches and then Claire suggested that we all go out to dinner.
Jennifer’s husband John joined us and we had a great time talking about “the good old days.” Jennifer was four years older than Sarah and me, and she had been with John since they were in eighth grade. We had all hung out together many times growing up.
As we were leaving, Jennifer kissed me on the cheek and told me, “It’s a shame you and Sarah never got together, Jeff. I always thought you’d make a great couple.”
Jennifer and John left together, as did Sarah and her mom. I went back to my hotel for the night. I thought about cruising a couple of bars and trying my luck with the ladies, but in the end, decided I’d try with the bridesmaids on Saturday.
I took a shower and was about to call the front desk to see if I could pay for pay-per-view channels on my card instead of them showing on the room bill, when someone knocked at my door. Truly baffled, I quickly threw on my shorts and opened the door.
“Sarah? What the--”
“Is that how you greet all of your visitors?” she asked, eyeing my state of dress.
“It is when I wasn’t even expecting a pizza boy. So what brings you to my humble rented abode, that you rented me?” I know I sounded stupid, but I was completely taken aback by her unexpected appearance.
“I’m here about my wedding gift,” she said, perplexing me further. I can only imagine what my facial expression was because she let out a laugh. “May I come in, Jeff?”
“Oh yeah, of course,” I said, as I awkwardly stepped aside to allow her to enter.
As I closed the door, I wondered if I had done something wrong when I selected a gift from their registry. “Did I make a mistake with your registry?”
“No, oh no, sweetie, nothing like that. It’s about...” She bit her lip and seemed to be in deep thought for a moment. “It’s ... well...” Suddenly, she grabbed me and kissed me.
I was lost in the moment, so I started kissing her back, but then I remembered why I was there and broke the kiss. “Wait! Hold on a second. Aren’t we forgetting that you’re getting married this weekend?”
“Yes, Jeff, I’m getting married, but I’m not married yet.”
I was about to object again, when she put her finger to my lips in a ‘shush’ motion.
“You see,” she continued, “I have wanted you for a long time; but, very time either of us was single, the other wasn’t. Prime example is now. You are back in Denton and I allowed myself to fall for someone that I hadn’t intended to go any further with than a date or two.”
“Do you have anything to drink here, Jeff?” she asked coyly.
I told her I didn’t, but tossed on a shirt and ran down to the vending machine for a Pepsi, since I knew it was her favorite. When I returned to the room, she was sitting on the end of the bed.
“See? You always know what I want, Jeff,” she said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. She took a sip, and said, “Where was I? Oh yeah. I never intended to have a relationship with Mark. You were in Elko and I started dating Mark casually. I was ready to end things with Mark when Daisey informed me that you were seeing someone, but she wasn’t sure how long it would last. She said, and I quote, ‘The gringo puta’ gave her bad vibes.
“So as I waited for you to become available again, I kept seeing Mark, mainly out of convenience, until he surprised me with a lavishly romantic Valentine’s Day date and I started really falling for him. The rest, as they say is history. By the time I heard that you were single again, I was hooked, and here we are.”
She looked at me and stood up. As she rose, I realized that she had removed her shorts while I was getting her drink.
“Jeff, Mark knows how I feel about you, and he knows I’m here. As a wedding gift to me, he said I should have one night with you. He doesn’t want me to be always wondering what might have been.”
“He isn’t worried that tonight might change your mind about marrying him?” I asked.
“It’s a risk he’s willing to take,” she said. “I told him that I was committed to him and I wouldn’t change my mind.”
This was definitely the most bizarre situation I had ever been in. I was starting to wonder if I should talk her into calling this off, when she pulled her hoodie off and stood in front of me completely naked.
She reached behind my head and pulled me into another kiss that I would never forget. Before I knew it, my shorts and shirt were on the floor with her hoodie, I still had no idea where her shorts had gone, but that wasn’t the best moment to ponder.
She pushed me onto the bed and crawled up between my legs. She grasped my cock and licked the tip. “I want our first time to last as long as possible,” she said, with a sexy smile, then she took my cock into her eager mouth.
I had never had anyone suck me off like she did. I didn’t last three minutes before I was flooding her mouth with cum. She kept working it until she was sure she had every last drop, then she climbed up and sank her hot, wet pussy down my shaft.
“Oh God, Jeff,” she moaned, as she slid down my length. “I never imagined...”
She came three times before I came again, then we switched positions. I don’t know how many times either of us came, or if we left any position unexplored, but at around three in the morning, we did stop for a nap.
It was about six o’clock when I awoke to her hot mouth on my rising tool.
“Good morning,” she said, when she saw me looking at her. When I was hard, she assumed the position for doggy and I took her from behind.
We were sweaty and decided to have a shower, and we were back at it before we even got out of the bathroom. A little before ten, as I was stroking into her, I called for breakfast. We stopped long enough to eat and then resumed again.
It must have been around two in the afternoon when she got off the bed and retrieved her clothes from the chair and put them on. I’m pretty sure I was only ejaculating air by that point. She kissed me and proceeded to the door.
“Thank you, Jeff,” she said, “It was better than I have ever imagined.”
With that, she walked out and closed the door. Within minutes, I was dead to the world.
I awoke sometime later to a pounding on my door. A glance at the clock told me it was ten minutes to five, so I wrapped a sheet around me and opened the door.
“Damn, Jeff,” said a grinning Daisey, in a mock southern belle voice. “Did you get all dolled up for little ol’ me?”
“Oh fuck,” I said, as I realized that the rehearsal was supposed to be starting in half an hour. “Come on in, I’ll be ready shortly.”
She laughed as she entered the room. In my post-sex coma I had forgotten that Sarah had reserved a room for Daisey at the same hotel. “Looks like SOMEONE had one hell of a night.”
“Good to see you too,” I quipped, as I went into the bathroom for a quick wash and dress. I hoped that the smell of sex had dissipated from the room.
“So where’s Jimmy? Is he sitting out the rehearsal?” I asked, as I got ready.
“He’s not here. He’s in Spokane for the weekend.”
I knew his mother lived in the Pacific Northwest somewhere, but it seemed odd that he’d make his wife go to a wedding by herself.
“That sucks,” I replied. “I was looking forward to seeing him.”
“Well, you’ll just have to settle for little ol’ me,” she said. “I’ll just have to be the Elko contingency by myself.”
I was ready in five minutes, and we were out the door. Since we were staying at the same hotel she volunteered to drive to the rehearsal, and since I knew the area I said I’d be her GPS. We were a few minutes late, but we weren’t the last to show.
We were split into pairs and put into the order the planner wanted us walking down the aisle; I was paired with Daisey. The planner, or Frau Klink as I came to think of her, kept admonishing me to not move faster than the beat of the music that would be played before the bridal march. By the second walkthrough I had it down.
Jennifer was Sarah’s maid of honor, and Sarah’s four-year-old niece was the flower girl. I didn’t know whose little boy was the ring bearer. Sarah was walking a bit funny, but to her credit, you wouldn’t know that she hadn’t had any real sleep the night before.
I noticed that one of the bridesmaids kept checking me out. She was quite pretty, even if she was a tad chunky, but as soon as I found out that she was Mark’s sister, I took her off of the menu, not that I was sure that could get it up again for a few days.
I found myself avoiding looking at Mark. I wasn’t sure about him, but it was a really weird situation for me. I also kept wondering if anyone thought I was behaving oddly. I really felt self-conscious whenever Sarah would smile at me.
I sat next to Daisey during the rehearsal dinner, and at one point, she whispered to me, “You got laid last night.” Not a question, but a statement.
“What makes you say that?” I asked sheepishly, hoping to all that is holy that she didn’t notice someone else in the room had also ‘gotten laid’ the previous night.
“Come on, Jeff, I’ve known you long enough to know your ‘I got some last night’ demeanor.”
I wasn’t aware I had any tells in that department, but I couldn’t deny her accuracy.
“So who was it?” she asked, with her right eyebrow arched.
“OK, you got me,” I said. “ It was just a one-off with an old friend.”
“I think if you play your cards right you could have a new friend,” she said, indicating Mark’s sister Marielle, who was the one who had been making eyes at me all evening long. She was cute enough, but I had no interest in ‘keeping it in the family’ so to speak, and laughed off Daisey’s suggestion.
After the dinner, we all went to the hotel bar for a few drinks since not only Daisey and I were staying there, but Sarah and Jennifer had also got a room for the night. I had a beer and then I was ready to die for the night. I said my goodnights, even shook Mark’s hand and then went to my room.
As I lay there, waiting for sleep to claim me, I hoped just a little that Sarah would have a change of heart and call off the wedding, but she was as true to her word as I knew she’d be, and the next evening, we all gathered to celebrate the nuptials of Dr. Mark and Mrs. Lewiston.
The reception was a great party. I danced with Sarah a couple of times, and danced with all of the bridesmaids at least once. Marielle grabbed my ass during the one dance I had with her. I spent most of the night dancing with Daisey, even a few slow dances.
It struck me as ironic how we had gone from such an adversarial relationship to becoming the closest of friends, but since she was married, there was no chance that I would try to take anything further than a dance or two, even though she looked way hotter in her bridesmaid dress than she had looked in her wedding dress years ago.
At one point, I did approach Mark. I shook his hand and told him just loud enough that no one else could hear, “Congratulations, but remember this. There’s nobody on the face of this planet who means more to me than Sarah, so if you ever hurt her, and you don’t strike me as the kind of guy who would- but if you do, I would advise growing eyes in the back of your head.” I took some satisfaction from his look of discomfort.
Shortly after Mark and Sarah left, the party started winding down. Daisey and I offered to help with the cleanup, but Claire assured us that the event center staff had been paid to take care of the mess. We said our goodbyes and Daisey and I headed back to the hotel.
We got back to the hotel, and I retrieved my bag from Daisey’s room. Since I was going back to Denton that night, I had checked out of my room and stashed it in Daisey’s room while we were at the wedding.
As we were saying our goodbyes, she asked me if I intended on going back and trying my luck with Marielle. The way she asked me had an odd feel to it. It felt like teasing, but there was almost a jealous girlfriend undertone to it. I had no plan on ever pursuing Marielle, so I blew it off.
“Not a chance,” I replied. “I’m sure by the time I get home, Scooby will need to go out and the neighbor’s kid won’t be up because she is leaving for some school thing in the early hours tomorrow.”
Daisey kissed me on the cheek, and I told her to call me when she made it back to Elko, and to pass my love on to everyone there. She said she would, but she almost looked like she was conflicted over something.
It was after midnight when I got home. I first slipped into my neighbor’s garage and left a gift bag containing the two stuffed animals wearing ‘Sacramento’ t-shirts I had bought for his fourteen-year-old daughter for dropping in on Scooby while I was gone, along with fifty dollars.
When I opened my own front door, of course Scooby was torn between his need to express his joy at my return and his need to relieve himself. I let him out and then tossed my bag down into the basement. I’d deal with that stuff tomorrow.
I let Scooby back in and we sat on the couch for some petting and TV. The guy on TV was just about to explain to me why I needed to purchase a car repair agreement with whatever company he was shilling for, when the doorbell rang.
“What the fuck is it with unexpected visitors, Scoob?” I asked my faithful furry companion. He just followed me down to the front door. Part of my mind wondered if Sarah hadn’t changed her mind after all and would be on my front porch, when I opened the door.
Needless to say I was equally shocked when I saw Daisey standing there. She had ditched the dress and was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that only highlighted the awesome figure that she had. She was still every bit as hot as she had been in high school, if not hotter. Time had definitely been kind to her.
“Daisey?” was all I managed to get out. I wanted to say something clever, but I was too dumbfounded. I did manage to ask if she had gotten lost on her way to Elko.
“Hi Jeff,” she said sheepishly. “No, I’m not lost, but I had to talk to you. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Not really,” I replied. “Although, like Homer Simpson, I was going to sit around in my underwear and eat a pack of sliced American cheese.”
“Individually wrapped, of course,” she quipped.
“Oh, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I invited her in and followed her up to the living room. “Can I use your bathroom real quick?” she asked, as she tossed her handbag onto the sofa.
“Of course,” I replied, then I remembered that she had never been here before, “It’s down the hall, second door on the left.”
I watched her gorgeous ass and legs as she walked down the hall. “I love Jimmy like a brother, but that will definitely be future stroke material,” I thought to myself.
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