Daisy and Me
Copyright© 2025 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 6: The Rest of Our Lives
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Rest of Our Lives - 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
As Cindy had predicted, it didn’t take long for the word to spread. When I left school that day, Daisy was waiting for me. We usually walked home together, and if she didn’t have to go to work that day, we would hang out in her room, reading, talking, making out. I could tell from ten yards away that this wasn’t going to be one of those days. The scowl on her face was all the warning I needed. I was hoping she wasn’t going to start ranting at me right there in front of everyone else. That might have been embarrassing. Instead, she turned and started walking away.
I was confused. Did she want me to follow her? And, did I want to? We had been studying Dante’s Inferno in my AP Literature class, and I wondered which circle of hell I had stumbled into. I knew I qualified for Lust, and in Daisy’s mind, I probably belonged in Level 9 - Treachery.
I followed a few steps behind her, almost afraid to get too close. She headed for the small football stadium behind our school. There wasn’t anything going on that day, so we were alone. When we got there, she sat down on one of the bleachers. I sat next to her.
We sat there silent for a few moments, then she said, “How could you do that?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
There was no point in playing dumb, so I threw myself on the mercy of the court, Daisy Taylor. “It was a stupid thing to do. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry I did it, and I’ll never do anything like that again. The last thing in the world I want is to hurt you. Cindy doesn’t mean anything to me. You’re my one and only special girl, and you always have been.”
I thought it was a good speech, but I still braced myself as I waited for her reaction. I was expecting a slap, a punch, maybe one of her famous testicle-destroying kicks, but instead she just started crying. That hurt even more than anything she could have done physically to me. I tried to put my arm around her, but she pushed me away.
“We had a deal. You were going to be my first, and I would be yours. That’s a dream I’ve had for a long time, but you ruined it, and with Cindy Walker, of all people. That ... that ... scarecrow? God, I hate you so much right now. Just go away, and don’t try to apologize anymore.”
I stumbled my way home, went to my room, and allowed myself to cry uncontrollably for a few minutes. My life was broken, and I didn’t know how to fix it.
When I got to school the next day, it seemed like everyone knew. Even in those pre-internet, pre-smartphone days, rumors spread faster than the water in Jackson Creek after a big storm. The problem was that Daisy was very popular, and I was the person who had broken her heart. It felt like everyone was glaring at me as I walked through the halls to my locker. I thought maybe I was overreacting, until Liz Thomas, one of Daisy’s best friends, came up to me and tried to spit in my face. Her spittle landed on my chest instead. “You’re a horrible person. Daisy doesn’t deserve you.”
Even my friends deserted me. Nobody wanted to have lunch with me. The only person who was willing to talk to me was Cindy. She stopped me on my way to Biology. I didn’t want to talk to her, but she gave me no choice.
“I’m sorry, J.C.,” she said, “I didn’t want this to happen. I was just lookin’ for a good time with somebody I liked. Andy dumped me last night, so I guess all we have is each other.”
“Go away, Cindy. I don’t want to have anything to do with you.” I think it was the meanest thing I had ever said to anybody, but I meant every word of it.
I should have known what her response would be. “Okay, you prick, you’re just as much to blame as I am. In case you’ve forgotten, it was your dick that was inside me. Go away.”
That made it unanimous; I was officially the leper of Harrison High. I felt like I should be wearing a scarlet ‘A’, like Hester Prynne, except mine would be for Asshole and not Adultery. I knew I deserved every bit of my notoriety. How could I have been so stupid? Was having sex with Cindy really something I hadn’t been able to resist? We all make mistakes in life, but some of them are impossible to overcome, and this appeared to be one of those.
I quit my job at the library to avoid being around Cindy. Instead, I got a paper route. Most of the kids in town who delivered the Herald in the morning were like twelve or thirteen, but I had a good bike, and I knew my way around town, so I took the job. Except for having to get up god-awful early, it wasn’t that bad. Pedaling around my route turned out to be a good way for me to get some exercise and try to stop obsessing on how miserable my life had become.
My torment, or punishment, whatever it was, lasted about a month, then, like the sun coming out after a week of rain, as I was leaving school one cool October afternoon, head down, shambling on my way home, I heard a familiar voice behind me say, “Wait up.”
I turned and saw Daisy smiling at me. It was the most wonderful sight in the world. “Hi,” was all I could manage to say without choking up. I hadn’t realized until that moment just how much I had missed seeing her looking happy.
“Let’s go to my room, we need to talk,” she said.
We didn’t say anything on our way there. I was waiting for her to take the lead, and she didn’t seem to be in a hurry. When we got to her room, we just stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, then Daisy sat on her bed and patted the blanket next to her. It was like nothing had changed, but I knew it had. I started to apologize again, but she stopped me.
“This would be a good time for you just to be quiet, J.C., I’ve got a lot to say.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about you, and us. You really hurt me, but that’s done and gone now. I’ve talked to a lot of my friends, and most of ‘em want me to dump you, but I’m not ready to give up on what we have. I’m sorry about Liz spitting on you. You didn’t deserve that. I had a long conversation with Caroline about it (of course, Caroline!), and she told me I need to get over it, that all men are idiots when it comes to their dicks. She also reminded me that all she ever hears me talking about is you. She recommended a good punch in the balls, then we could move on, but I decided to skip that part.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“Every Sunday in church, I hear sermons about forgiveness and what an important part of faith that is, so... “ she paused and took a deep breath. I was hopeful, but fearful also, about what she was about to say. “I’ve decided to forgive you, J.C., and I want you back in my life. I’m warnin’ you, though, I’d better never see you smiling at any other girls, which I know is going to be hard for you, being all Mr. Polite and the like. Now, it’s your turn.”
I could have made a long speech of apology, but I thought she knew how I felt, and I didn’t want to spoil the moment. “Daisy, I’m very sorry that my dick made such a bad decision and how much it hurt you. Being without you for the last few weeks was a punishment worse than death, and I want you back, too.”
She grinned and said, “So, it was all your dicks fault? Maybe I should cut it off.”
“Uh, that might be a mistake. Remember, you have fun with it too.”
“And I need to use it one more time,” she said. “I’m still a virgin, and now that you’re so experienced at fucking...”
“Okay, stop. I’m not exactly an expert, but we can figure it out together. Just tell me where and when.” I leaned closer to her, and we wrapped our arms around each other. It was as long a hug as we had ever exchanged, and it felt wonderful.
The next day, we walked to school together, holding hands. If bad news spreads like wildfire around a small school, good news spreads even faster. By the time I got to my second-period class, everyone was smiling at me, except for Mrs. Gooch, but she never smiles at anybody.
We started hanging out in Daisy’s room again when she didn’t have to work. It didn’t take us long to get back to what some people might call heavy making out. There were a few days when we almost played too long, and I had to leave the Taylor home with a bit of Daisy’s excretions still on my lips, or with my semen dribbling out of her mouth.
When we were making out, I started using my fingers more and more, a warm-up to what we both knew was going to happen soon. I had worked up to getting two fingers, my two smallest, into her warm cavern without causing her too much discomfort. She encouraged my explorations. When I was able to do that without finding any blood on my fingers, we decided she must be one of those girls whose hymen wasn’t that big, or tough. Daisy got most of that information from Caroline, of course.
As we were walking home one day, Daisy said, “I think we should do it in my room.” I knew what ‘it’ was even though we hadn’t been talking about it lately. “I mean, we’ve already done almost everything there, so it just seems like a no-brainer.”
“Sure,” I said, “sounds right. And Friday is a teacher workday, so no school.”