“I hope it doesn’t happen like that,” I mourned. “Is that my destiny?”
“I don’t know,” said Daisy. “I’ve seen it before. And I’ve only been around this world a short time.”
“I feel we always talk about me,” I said. “I don’t feel like I know much of anything about you.”
“Me?” she said, laughing into her wine glass. “Ah, whatever. I basically work for you.”
“I admit that I kind of see the label as my boss at times,” I said sheepishly. “I don’t quite get the relationship.”
“It’s a weird relationship,” said Daisy. “It’s hard to define who has the upper hand.”
“Daisy Callahan” I said suddenly, including her last name in my musing. “You’re from… upstate New York? Just north of the city?”
“That’s right,” she said. “It’s not too far upstate, really.”
“You went to Catholic school,” I continued.
“Layla, are you writing my biography?” said Daisy with a chuckle.
“What kind of music do you like to listen to?”
“I like—“ she started, and then interrupted herself. “No. You’ll probably hate me if I say.”
“I won’t,” I protested. “Anything. I just want to know. Even country music is fine… you know, as long as it’s old country like Dolly or Loretta.”
“I like just the tacky bubblegum pop music you hear over and over on the radio,” she said, laughing at herself. “I can’t help it. It makes me want to dance. It’s Britney and Christina for me.”
“Oh, that stuff is so bad,” I replied, smacking the table. “Really?”
“I thought you said anything was okay?” Daisy said in a teasing huff. I could tell she didn’t really care, she was just pretending to be offended.
“If you like to dance,” I said. “I’ve got some stuff for you. I’ll get you off of bubblegum.”
“I’m open to it,” she smiled warmly. “I do like your music.”
“Yeah?” I said. “Like, for real?”
“For real.”
“Awesome,” I said. We were smiling back and forth and it felt tremendous. I could feel an excited little tornado brewing inside of me.
“Are you ready for another glass of wine?” asked Daisy eagerly.
“Definitely,” I said. My face hurt from all the smiling.
We got pretty tipsy at the restaurant and since Daisy’s hotel wasn’t too far away, we decided to catch another drink at the hotel bar. That turned into two drinks and then they closed the bar for the evening and kicked us out. Before I knew it, we were in the elevator together, leaning up against the same wall, cutely playing with each others’ fingers but not acknowledging it.
Daisy was still dressed up from earlier on, herringbone skirt, matching blazer, but she was now holding her heels in her right hand while her left hand continued to dance around with mine. I was in a black frock dress, black tights, the usual really. We were an odd couple. I would have never been seen with her in my past. I might have spit if I saw a girl like her coming. But standing there in the elevator, in that drunken state, I was nervous and jittery and excited to be with her. Daisy was driving me wild.
“This is a slow elevator,” I said.
“Mm hmm,” hummed Daisy in a sing-song tone. Then she leaned her head against my shoulder.
“Your hair smells nice,” I mewed.
“I have a really good conditioner,” she said. “But it’s so fucking expensive.” I could tell she was drunk, but it was that pleasant kind of drunk. You’re just loving everything. And the filter was off. That’s how I felt, too.
Daisy raised her head off my shoulder and she looked at me. We smiled together for a moment and then she leaned in, her lips softly pressing to mine. My heart went wild as I longingly returned her kiss. I could still smell those floral aromas of her hair and her lips were so wonderfully soft. Our fingers threaded together and we held our hands tightly as the kiss went on, lips smacking, noses exhaling steamy breaths.
The elevator made a ding and the doors slid open. Without missing a beat, Daisy and I stepped out together, holding hands, walking down the long hotel hallway toward her room. She was just in stocking feet, gripping onto her shoes and swinging them lightly as we ambled. It felt so right. You know those times when you’re with somebody new, and you know something special is about to happen, but it’s all unspoken and murky yet it feels so right? It was just like that. I felt it in my belly. I kept asking myself in my head, “is this really happening?” “It is,” I responded. “It really is.”
Daisy got us into the room with her key card and quickly shut the door behind us. She tossed her shoes aside and dropped her purse to the floor. Then she was pressing against me, our lips colliding once more, locked again in a sensual drunken kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and dropped them to the top of her butt, cradling them against her, as our heads tilted just slightly apart, eyes closed, soft groans floating out as we got into it.
“Mmm,” Daisy moaned softly as we parted to take a breath. “You’re so cool.” She said this in a slow and drawn out lusty-sounding timbre, like Daisy was both inebriated and fascinated by me.
“Really?” I asked softly. “You think I’m cool?”
“Mm hmm,” she confirmed. Daisy kissed me again. “I know I’m kind of lame.”
“You’re not,” I whispered. We punctuated each sentence with a desirous kiss. I wanted even more than that. I wanted it all. “I think you’re really pretty,” I continued. “Just so achingly pretty.”
“I’m so normal,” she countered. “You’ve got your hair, that piercing under your lip.” When Daisy said that, she opened her mouth and slowly licked my labret piercing. It sent a tingle down my spine. “You’re just so cool, Layla.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt cool before,” I said, giving both of us a small laugh. But I did feel cool. I felt really cool.
The next thing I knew, I was lying back on the hotel bed, legs hanging off the edge, with Daisy down on the floor in front of me. I watched her as she gave me a seductive look, her fingers reaching up my dress and grabbing at the elastic waist of my tights. She had tossed her blazer and her shirt was slightly unbuttoned, giving me a nice peek down into her cleavage as she started pulling my tights slowly down my legs, bringing my panties along with them.
I felt a slight breeze as my bottom half became bare. But I was warmed. I was grinning. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs as I watched Daisy undress me.
“Mmm,” I heard Daisy buzz, one of her hands vigorously rubbing back and forth on my pale thigh. She guided my skirt up over my hips. She knew what she wanted and I wanted her to have it.
“I’m sorry it’s a bit prickly,” I said. “I usually shave it all off, but being on tour… I just have no time.”
“I don’t care,” said Daisy. “I just want to taste you.”
I felt her hand run over my bristly bush. With her thumb, Daisy pressed upward against my skin at the top of my pleat, causing my clit to peek out. I propped myself up on my elbows and just watched. I was already so wet. I was bursting with anticipation.
“Oh God,” I whispered almost inaudibly, just watching. My head shook lightly side to side but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
Then I felt her tongue run over me and my neck went limp, head falling backwards, a low moan oozing out from my mouth. A drunken amorous grin was etched into my face as Daisy stroked her tongue over me, using the tip of it to manipulate my clit. My breathing became more laborious, my heart speeding.
When you’re fucking after a night of drinking, feeling pretty great about the experience, sometimes you blink and time escapes you. I felt like I blinked and then suddenly Daisy and I were both naked, writhing together in the starched white sheets, and we each had a hand against each other’s middle, fingers pressing inside, wetly thrusting back and forth. As we simultaneously fingered one another, our lips locked, hotly making out, we were enjoying the absolute hei
ght of excitement and ambition. I could feel my upper chest getting red, as it so often did when I was put in such a position.
She had an amazing body. Slim and fit, nice firm breasts and a matching ass, healthy and glowing skin with just the slightest tan. A far cry from me, skinny and lanky, pale with a few scattered bruises, tiny tits. But it didn’t matter then, in that moment, and I didn’t let any bad internal monologues get me down. Instead, I focused on pleasuring Daisy as I accepted the pleasure she gave to me.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned against my lips as we kissed. “Right there, right there.” Our bodies grinded together, fingers deep, skin damp with sweat. Daisy pulled back from our kiss and rested her forehead against my shoulder. I could feel her hard breathing. I could feel her body juddering.
“You’re so sexy,” I whispered into her ear. “I think you’re so fucking hot.”
“You’re fucking sexy,” she moaned back. “Don’t stop.”
Daisy’s hips were squirming and she let her fingers slip out of my pussy, instead just holding her palm against my wetness, cradling me in her hand. But I kept up my thrusting, two fingers sliding in and out of her easily, making sure to rub against her clit with each push. The humid aroma of sex wafted up from our perspiring bodies, each of us dizzy on a cocktail of lust and booze.
Then she clenched my fingers tightly and her hips bucked. Daisy cried out and while the upper half of her body spilled backwards, her lower half pressed firmer against me. I continued to finger her as I watched her wriggle around.
“Fuck!” she called out in a higher voice, almost like she was going to start tearing up. Her eyes were squinted, forehead concerned, mouth flat. “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”
I admired her as she orgasmed. I smiled happily. Then I blinked again.
This time, I was laid out on the bed and Daisy was on top of me, her face buried between my legs, vigorously eating me out. She was propped up by her knees and her ass was up in the air. I simply rubbed my hand easily back and forth over her wet pussy, caressing it and adoring it, as I relaxed into her zealous licking. I could see her pussy glistening in the low light of the hotel room, and she was still obviously quite turned on as light creamy froth was visible in her pinkness, her undercarriage adorned with light downy fur to match the hair on her head. As Daisy focused her attention on my clit, I watched her breasts bobble back and forth and her ass sway.
“That’s nice,” I cooed softly, smiling happily, rolling my head against the pillow underneath it. Daisy had her mouth around my clit and she sucked on it, using her fingers to pry against my folds, my flesh greedily accepting anything she wanted to do with it.
As I felt the build up inside of me, my stomach tightened and my heart raced. I gasped for air and brought one hand to my chest, while the other remained simply holding on to Daisy’s rear. I was grinning wide, stewing in a sparkling happiness. Then, out of nowhere, my lower half jerked upwards and it was all over. I could hardly control my body any longer, limbs flailing, butt bouncing off the bed, my mouth dropped open and let out guttural sounds of orgasmic pleasure.
Daisy hung on, sucking hard on my clit, backing off and quickly rubbing my pussy, only to return to my clit for yet another suck. The bliss I felt was otherworldly. I squirmed deep into the sheets, feeling a wet spot underneath my ass, and I started laughing. I couldn’t help it. I felt so amazing that I had to laugh.
I sighed and then Daisy was cuddled up next to me, our warm naked bodies pressed against each other, each of us racing after our breath. I had my arm around her and I pulled her close. With her face nuzzled against mine, Daisy and I kissed about a half dozen times in indolent post-orgasmic familiar euphoria. We were smiling, giggling, elated that this unexpected night had transpired and perhaps both wondering what we could do to ensure it never ended. I couldn’t help myself, of course, and I was already letting lyrics stew in my brain and considering how I could incorporate my feelings for Daisy in a song.
“Oh, that was awesome,” I groaned with a hum. “I’ve been thinking about doing that with you for a while.”
“I feel immaculate,” mused Daisy happily. She dropped a hand to my belly and rubbed me in a slow, lazy circle. “I want to do it again.”
“I’m down,” I said with a laugh. I was dizzy. The room was spinning but I wasn’t going to lose it just yet. With the offer for another round on the table, I couldn’t stop. “Let me catch my breath.”
With the arm I had around Daisy, I moved my fingers down to her butt and let them wander downwards into her crack. She purred as I did this and snuggled up tighter against me.
“I’m drunk,” she said after a moment. We laughed again.
“Is it going to be a problem?”
“No,” she said. “I just get really fucking horny when I’m drunk.”
“That’s some good information to know,” I teased.
“Just don’t use it against me,” she crooned. “No, that’s okay, you can use it against me.”
“Just ply you with booze and then pull down your pants,” I said.
“The quickest way into my panties is a bottle of wine,” said Daisy. “File that away up here.” She softly pressed a finger against my head.
“I’ll never forget it.”
We lay there together in relative silence for a few moments, and I listened intently to Daisy’s breath. Her breathing started to lull me. I could feel my eyelids fluttering, like they wanted to snap closed, like my body wanted to shut down, but I tried to stay awake because I couldn’t bear to think that the morning might come and Daisy and I would no longer be in bed together. I felt that right then would have been as good a time to die as any, sweaty and damp, my skin sticking to the skin of a beautiful woman, legs intertwined, our chests rising and falling together. It was absolute perfection. It’s all I ever wanted. Some love, some understanding, some intimacy.
But I was familiar with thoughts of dying, anxious tendencies, and this wasn’t like any of the nastiness I had felt in the past. This was more like wanting our little post-coital scene to be commemorated in an oil painting, hung up in a museum with an ornate gold frame around it, positioned there on the wall with a small orange light above. I wanted to live in that painting, I wanted every one who walked by to see how happy I was, to see what a good person I was. To see me entwined there with my lover, with this wonderful Daisy, each of her exhales dotted by a soft, reflexive sigh. If this is what the future held for me, for my path of fame and success, then I was completely open to it. No need for worry. No need for fear.
Breaking from my trance, I opened my eyes and saw Daisy slipping down my body just a little, her mouth moving to one of my breasts, taking one of my hard nipples between her lips. She sucked on it adoringly, giving it a gentle bite every so often. As she did this, I felt her hand move between my legs once more and start to fire me up yet again. I let her have her way with me. She could do whatever she wanted, touch me to her pleasure, lick me, suck me, fondle me and finger me. I wanted Daisy and it was obvious that Daisy wanted me.
“Mmm,” I groaned softly, stretching my arms above my head as I watched her. “Back to work?”
“I told you we weren’t done,” she said with my nipple half in her mouth. Once her sentence ended, she resumed sucking.
“Okay,” I said with satisfaction. “I’m yours.”
I didn’t know what time it was and I didn’t care. All I cared about was this closeness, this communion with Daisy, and I was greedy to come again and again. It had been somewhat of a dry spell for me, but that dry spell was coming to a swift end. I was someone special now, I was wanted. I was cool, as Daisy had said. And while Daisy may have been the type of girl to trash me back in high school, now she was my lover and the strange barriers between people were breaking down in my head. People are people and they all pretty much want the same thing. They want love.
It was going to be a long night.
Two
I woke up with the sun shining in through the floor to ceiling hotel
room window, and I shifted slightly in bed. There, next to me, was Daisy, with a smile on her face and her arm slung across my body underneath the covers. She was cuddling up against me and it made me feel immensely happy. I felt like my heart was all filled up. I gazed at her adoringly, and I ran my fingers lightly over a wispy tress of her blonde hair. I had a slight headache from the previous night’s drinking, and I craved a cigarette, but I didn’t want to leave Daisy’s side. I wanted this silent moment to go on for as long as it could.
As though she could feel me watching her, Daisy’s eyes slowly opened and looked up to me. The smile stayed on her lips and she groaned out groggily, her legs stretching under the sheets. I could feel her warm body move against mine, our naked skin rubbing together. It made me think of last night, and of all the love that came with it.
“Good morning,” she said gently. Her hand reached up and touched my cheek tenderly. “Did you sleep okay?”
“I did,” I said. “I was worn out.”
“Same,” said Daisy, giggling as she too, I imagine, remembered the previous night’s antics.
“I can’t believe we did that,” I said, but grinning as I thought about it. I knew that it was probably a wrong move. It could very well be a mistake to sleep with someone I worked so closely with at the record label. But it felt so right. I was falling hard for Daisy and I couldn’t do anything to stop myself from feeling as I did.
“Yeah,” said Daisy wistfully. “It really shouldn’t have happened.” As she said this, I felt her hand maneuver its way down between my legs, her fingers lightly fondling me.
“Are you trying to make it happen again?” I asked in a murmur.
“Maybe.”
“That feels nice.”
“I like touching you,” she said, delicately pressing her face into my neck and kissing me.
After a little more back and forth, I ended up with Daisy’s fingers inside of me, methodically moving in and out, her wrist flicking in a slow and steady motion. I was panting, my breath mounting, and I had my arm slung around Daisy’s shoulders as her head hung low and she sucked on my nipple. I felt my hips gyrating with her movements, and I felt dripping wet between my thighs. I pressed against Daisy, feeling a new sense of acceptance, something I hadn’t ever really experienced before.
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