Daisy and Me
Copyright© 2025 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 3: Daisy wants to do ... what?
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 3: Daisy wants to do ... what? - Growing up in a small town in southeastern Georgia in the 1960’s wasn’t quite as idyllic as Mayberry, but my time there was made a lot better by having Daisy Taylor in my life. She was a pugnacious, kind of bratty tomboy who became my first love. Together, we explored the blooming sexuality of our teen years.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Clergy
After our oral experimentation, three significant events occurred before school started again. The first was Daisy’s fifteenth birthday. She was three months older than me, and she never let me forget it. There were a lot of “J.C., trust me, remember I’m older than you,” type reminders.
The second event worth mentioning was that I got beat up for the first and so far, last time in my life. It happened one Saturday morning when we were playing flag football. We had decided that two-hand-touch caused too many problems when a girl was involved. Somebody’s mom had made the flags, and we had established the rules. Things were going well. Daisy was playing quarterback because she could throw an accurate pass with a tight spiral. Then Mikey Davis, the same idiot who got too handsy when we were playing touch, grabbed Daisy’s flag, and instead of just pulling it out, he tried to pull her shorts and underwear down. He was partly successful, managing to expose half of one asscheek.
She turned and glared at him. The rest of us stood there, waiting for her to give him another swift kick to the balls, but he was ready this time. When she tried it, he grabbed her foot and lifted her leg far enough to cause her to land on her behind.
Even though Mikey was bigger than me and had a reputation as a brawler, and I was the kid all the teachers liked, and worked part-time in the library, I had no choice. Daisy was about to go after him herself, so I stepped between them and took a swing at Mikey. To my surprise, I connected. Unfortunately, I had been aiming for his big, ugly face, but my fist landed on his chest. He laughed, then came after me. I knew nothing about fighting, so it only took him a few seconds to have me on the ground, curled up like a pillbug as he started to pummel me.
I was getting hit so often I thought Mikey had grown more arms, then I looked up and saw that his brother, Sid, had joined in the attack. I knew I was in serious trouble, and no one was coming to help me, except Daisy. I peeked up from my fetal position and saw her jump on Mikey’s back and start punching him in the side of the head. That’s when some of the other guys decided it was time to man up and get involved. Once they realized that they were outmanned, Mikey and his retarded brother took off.
It felt like my whole body was hurting, and it didn’t help when I heard Daisy say, “Damn, look at all the blood.” By now, I was able to sit up, even though the world seemed to be spinning around me. I saw blood dripping onto my lap from what I had to assume was my face because I was pretty sure I hadn’t landed any damaging punches on Mikey’s mug.
“Here,” I heard my friend Rob say. I opened the one eye that was still working and saw him handing his shirt to Daisy. She wrapped it around my head, then helped me to get up.
That was harder than expected. We didn’t know much about concussions in those days; all I knew was that it felt like I was on a merry-go-round when I stood up. Somehow, Daisy and Rob managed to get me to Daisy’s home. Her mother panicked a little when she saw me, but quickly recovered. She bundled Daisy and me into their car and drove me to the hospital.
When we got there, the doctors and nurses started treating me for various injuries right away. I had a busted lip that bled like crazy, and a cut on my forehead, where the rest of the blood had come from. That one needed four stitches, which left me with a small scar that can still be seen today if you know where to look. I had bruised, but not broken, ribs and a world-class black eye. It was swollen enough that I couldn’t see out of it for a few days. The doctor who treated me thought I had a concussion, but there’s not much you can do about that other than sit around and heal and try not to fall asleep.
I didn’t feel like doing much for a few days. Fortunately, Daisy became my nurse, even though she did bawl me out on the way home from the hospital for getting involved. “I could have taken care of myself,” she told me. “Even a dumbass like Mikey isn’t gonna hit a girl.”
“Daisy, that’s not nice, her mom said. “James got beaten up and could have been seriously injured, and he did it for you. You apologize now, young lady.” Hearing anybody, even her mother, call Daisy a lady made me smile.
We were sitting together in the backseat. I would have put my arm around my girl, but it hurt too much to lift it. She thought it over for a few seconds, then offered an apology. “That was a very brave thing you did. I love you, J.C., and I’ll make it up to you when you feel better.” It was almost worth getting a beating to hear those words. What made it even better was when she moved her hand over my lap and gave my dick a quick squeeze. I was too uncomfortable to get excited by that gesture, but I put the IOU into my Daisy account.
I was almost healed by the time Daisy left for her summer visit with her cousin Caroline. Usually, she went for a week, but that year, for some reason, she was gone for two. That was the longest we had ever been apart, and I missed her a lot.
The day after she returned, we had planned to go fishing. I got my fishin’ gear ready, stuffed a couple of sandwiches my mom had made into my backpack, and headed to Daisy’s home. When I got there, she wasn’t waiting out front, like usual. I knocked on the door and waited. I was about to knock again when the door opened, and there was Daisy, not looking like she was ready to go fishing. She looked like she had just gotten up. She was wearing one of the oversized t-shirts she liked to sleep in and was barefoot.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Leave your stuff outside and come on in. We’re not going fishing today.”
“What’s up?” I asked, as I followed my favorite flower down the hall and into her bedroom. “Your parents aren’t home?”
“Nah, they went to the farmers’ market in Thomasville. They won’t be back until this afternoon.” She sat down on her bed and said, “J.C., we need to talk.”
“Am I in trouble?”
She laughed and said, “Don’t worry. You were a good boy while I was gone, right?”
“Very good,” I said, “can’t you see my halo?”
“Well, you know how I am when I’m with my cousin, so no halo for me. Remember when I told you I would do something for you to make up for getting beat up?”
Oh yeah, I remembered. I was hoping that my reward would be Daisy finally agreeing to go all the way. It was almost like she read my mind when she said, “I know how anxious you are to pop my cherry, but I’m still not ready to go that far. Caroline had another idea.”
“As she usually does,” I told her. Sometimes Caroline’s ideas turned into good things for us, so my hopes rose.
“She told me that sometimes when a woman wants to keep her boyfriend or husband happy when she’s on her period, or doesn’t want to take a chance on getting pregnant, there’s something else they can do.”
I knew she wasn’t talking about oral sex. That train had left the station. “Rosebud, are you talkin’ about ... butt stuff?”
“Yeah, J.C., anal. She told me how to do it, or at least try it, and I want to give it a shot. So, your choice, you wanna go dip your pole in the river, or in my butt?”
“Are you sure? I mean ... ain’t it kinda dirty, and painful?”
“Caroline told me how to do it, so it’s not too gross. Did you know that there shouldn’t be any feces in your colon until you feel the urge to take a dump? And since I usually have my once-a-day crap right after breakfast, I should be good to go now. I mean, there might be a few bits and pieces left, but just before you got here, I cleaned myself up really good. And, my cousin gave me these.” She reached under her pillow and pulled out two condoms. It didn’t come as too much of a surprise to me that Caroline would have them, even though they were hard to get for kids our age in those days.
I was still trying to get used to hearing my girl use the word “feces”, which didn’t make me feel any more comfortable about what she wanted to do. Worrying about hygiene was part of the more practical, mature side of my nature, the part that wondered if we really should be doing this. On the other hand, my darker side was already causing me to have an erection just thinking about the idea. I guess you know which side won. My more mature side had one bullet left. “Won’t it hurt? You know I never want to hurt you.”
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