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Daisy And Mary Go For Gold Ch 01

Daisy And Mary Go For Gold Ch 01

by jesseryder
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(Author's note: I'm back, after a lengthy absence. This was originally intended to be a one-shot, but the story grew significantly as I was writing, and I ultimately decided to break it up into chapters. The rest will hopefully be forthcoming shortly. This story is a companion piece to my series Amy's Birthday Week, taking place concurrently with chapter five. You don't need to have read Amy's Birthday Week to read this story, but there is more of this world out there if you are interested. All you really need to know going into this is that this is a chronicle of the misadventures of some recent high school graduates in small-town Manitoba in the summer of 1993. Enjoy!)

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The music was loud, the beer was flowing, and the house was full. Everything was in place for a night to remember.

It was Friday, July 2, 1993, one week after the end of school, and that year's graduating class was saying farewell to childhood with a bang. Almost all of them were gathered there, at the parentless-for-the-night home of Luke Nixon, ready for a good time. No one younger was to be admitted, if Luke could help it; this was for newly-minted grads only. Of course, a few tried to sneak in, but the invitees formed a surprisingly united front: this was

their

night, and several times a group would come together to eject a grade eleven who had somehow gotten past the front door.

The house was a nice one, though not overly large: two storeys plus a finished basement, three bedrooms upstairs, a garage, and a sizeable backyard. The best feature (apart from the lack of supervision) was its location on the edge of town, with few neighbours close by to complain about the noise.

Dozens of eighteen-year-old bodies filled the house and the property, talking, laughing, drinking, dancing, and generally having a good time. And tucked away in one corner of the living room, conversing among themselves, stood Daisy Choi and Mary Gilder.

Ordinarily, the two of them could be counted on to be part of a trio, along with their friend Amy Lefebvre; however, Amy had mysteriously chosen not to attend tonight's party. Indeed, she had been unavailable every night for the past week, and had been oddly evasive as to why. And so Daisy and Mary were here as a twosome, subtly throwing off the already-tenuous groove they had at these sorts of gatherings.

Truth be told, they were never among the most popular kids in school, even with Amy. They weren't disliked, per se, but their little trio tended to keep to themselves for the most part. But big-hearted Luke had been insistent that

everyone

in their graduating class was welcome tonight, and so there they were, people-watching from their corner vantage point and soaking in the vibe of the party.

"Damn, I don't think I've ever seen a house so full," said Mary, sipping a rum and coke.

"I know, right?" said Daisy with a laugh. "Once everyone really starts moving, we'll be blind. Our glasses will be fogging up all night!"

Both girls wore large glasses, but this was the only physical trait they shared. Daisy was short, curvy, and Asian, with long dark hair that almost reached her butt; she wore a floral dress, and she smiled constantly and laughed easily. Mary, on the other hand, was tall, lanky, and blonde, usually carried a serious look on her face, her hair cropped at the shoulders, and was tonight dressed in a t-shirt and jean shorts.

"Crazy to think we might never see some of these people again," said Daisy, sweeping her eyes across the room.

"Come on, Daisy, it's much too early in the evening to be getting maudlin on me," said Mary.

"Who's maudlin? I'm just being... I don't know, reflective. Totally different." Then she giggled. "That's what I love about you, Mary. How many other people in this house have even heard the word 'maudlin' before?"

"A broad vocabulary is nothing to be ashamed of."

"I just said I liked it, didn't I?" said Daisy. "What's got you so touchy tonight?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Mary, "I guess I'm just still a bit disappointed about Amy not coming tonight. You and Amy have such an easier time with people than I do, I always rely on you guys to help get me through nights like this. With only one of you here, I'm twice as on edge."

"Then I'll just have to work twice as hard to make sure we have a good time!" sad Daisy with a laugh. "Just think of me as your guardian angel for tonight."

"Oh, I shouldn't be acting like I need a babysitter," Mary fretted. "I'm a grown woman now, I can survive a party. Besides, I'll need to make it on my own when you inevitably disappear for twenty minutes or so later on."

"Why, whatever do you mean?" said Amy, faking innocence.

"Just that you and I both know that in a few hours you'll be kneeling in some dark cranny of this house, trying to fit one of these guys' dicks down your throat," said Mary.

"Please," she said, "like any of these guys could reach my throat." She spoke from experience. Daisy was well known throughout the girls' peer group for her blowjobs, and she genuinely had serviced a not-insignificant number of the boys present at the party at one time or another.

Mary, on the other hand, had never so much as kissed a boy. She was comfortable in that, confident that one day she would feel ready for intimacy. She knew that her two closest friends (and, indeed, most other people their age) were, as the teachers called it, "sexually active", but apart from occasional off-colour jokes, they had never discussed their sex lives in much detail. But Daisy's comment suddenly made her curious.

"You ever had a

real

big one?" she asked. "Are any of the boys here present secretly sporting a monster I should know about?"

Daisy, predictably, laughed aloud at this. "Oho, what's this? The Virgin Mary coming to me for dick advice? What, you looking to finally lose it tonight?"

"WHAT'S THIS I HEAR?!" boomed a familiar voice, and suddenly both girls found themselves enveloped in the crushing grip of Eleanor "Rigby" Ferguson as she pounced on them from behind, wedging herself in between them and throwing her arms around their shoulders. A tall, broad, and always exuberant black girl, Rigby wasn't a member of their inner circle the way Amy was, but the girls still counted her a close friend.

And she had clearly already had several drinks tonight. "Mary, Mary, Mary," he said, "don't tell me you're finally ready to join us in throwing our souls away to premarital sex!"

"Not at all, Rigby," said Mary, lifting the larger girl's arm off of her shoulders. "But when that day

does

finally come, I hope to be able to profit from Daisy's prodigious experience."

"I think that's the smartest way I've ever heard someone get called a slut," said Rigby collapsing in a fit of giggles. Shen then straightened and turned to Daisy, planting a wet kiss on the shorter girl's head. "How

are

you, baby? You guys are looking so good tonight! Where's Amy at?"

"She actually didn't come tonight, believe it or not," said Daisy, also extricating herself from Rigby's grasp.

"

What?!

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" said Rigby, with genuine outrage. "What, does she have fucking... whooping cough or something??"

"Whooping cough?" said Mary.

"You know what we oughta do," Rigby continued, fuming, "we oughta march over to her house, and if she's not a death's fucking door we oughta

drag

her to this party! The nerve of that bitch! Missing a party like this!" And with that she stormed off, in the direction of the house's front door.

"Is she... actually going to Amy's house?" said Daisy

"Yeah, we should definitely go stop her," said Mary, and the two took off after her.

They found her standing in the driveway, her arms outstretched, letting the dusk breeze blow over her, seemingly having forgotten that she was out for Amy Lefebvre's blood.

"You all right there, Rigby?" said Mary as they approached her from behind.

"Aw, who could stay mad on a night like this?" said Rigby. Her eyes were closed, and she sounded supremely at peace with the world.

"Still," she continued, opening her eyes, "sucks about Amy bailing. You guys'll just have to make sure you have the most insane, off-the-chain night ever. Make sure she spends the rest of her life tearing her hair out with jealousy whenever you mention Luke Nixon's graduation party!" She let loose a maniacal laugh so infectious that Daisy and Mary joined in as well, and three girls spent a few moments jumping across the front lawn in a kind of frenzied, impromptu dance.

As they began to settle down, Mary asked, panting, "So, what do you suggest we do to make this the most insane, off-the-chain night ever?"

Rigby looked thoughtful for a moment, then was hit by a sudden bolt of inspiration as she spotted the headlights of an approaching car. The manic look returning to her face, she suddenly ran to the edge of the lawn, just by the side of the road, and lifted up her school sweater just as the car drew near... revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath it.

"WOO-HOO!" she cried, jumping up and down, her huge breasts bouncing in the passing headlights. She turned back to where Daisy and Mary were standing, stunned, a few yards behind her.

"Crazy enough for ya?" she winked and stuck out her tongue. Her hands still held her sweater, bunched up around her collar bone. "Come on, there's another one coming. You guys gotta join me!"

To Mary's great surprise, Daisy ran up next to Rigby, pushing the straps of her dress down her arms as she did so. As the second car approached, she leaned forward slightly, making an exaggerated kissing gesture with her lips while cupping her breasts with her hands, jiggling them alternatingly up and down.

"There's one more, Mary, you gotta get in on this!" called Rigby.

Mary was searching for the right words to decline when she shocked herself, moving forward seemingly without thought, whipping her shirt off completely and spinning it above her head, whooping as the car drove past. She was a fairly small-chested girl, and hadn't worn a bra to the party (something she'd thought, at the time, would be the most daring thing she'd do that night.) And so it was that the three girls stood side by side, exposing themselves to whoever might be driving by. Mary felt her nipples stiffen in the summer breeze.

"Okay, okay, I see one last one coming in the distance,"' said Rigby, lowering her sweater once more over her massive chest. "Let's mix it up a little for this one. Let's moon him!"

Again Mary thought she would equivocate, and again she surprised herself. She quickly pulled her shirt back down before turning around, dropping her shorts around her ankles, and leaning forward, exposing her pale white butt to the road as the other two did the same. She felt the summer breeze blowing between her legs, and it excited her.

Once the final car had passed the three girls straightened up and pulled their clothes back on, falling all over each other in giggles. It was only then that Mary realized they had had an audience.

Of course

they had, she thought. They had walked past other people on the porch and lawn to get here.

Of course

those people had seen what they'd done. And sure enough, half a dozen or so classmates were cheering their approval. Rigby gave them an exaggerated bow, Daisy blew a kiss, and Mary, turning bright red, gave an awkward wave.

"All right, girls," said Rigby, "it's been fun, but I've got other people to see, drinks to drink, and, with any luck, dicks to bounce on. Now you guys follow my inspiration and have yourselves the wildest fucking night you ever dreamed of!" Once more she threw her arms around their shoulders, giving them each a kiss on the cheek before bounding off toward the house again.

"Damn, that Rigby is something else when she's loaded," said Daisy, panting with laughter. "That was nuts! I never did anything like that in my life."

"Me neither," said Mary, suddenly nervous. "I mean, who knows who was in those cars? Hell, it could have been one of our

moms

for all we know, you can barely identify a speeding car in the dark..."

"Clearly, you haven't had enough to drink," said Daisy. "Come on, let's go remedy that." They made their way back to the house; several boys on the front porch high-fived them as they passed.

"A lovely view, ladies!" said one of them, Trevor Harris.

"What view?" said Daisy. "All the good stuff was facing the other way!"

"Well then, you'll just have to make sure I get a proper view later on, won't you?" said Trevor, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Now, is that any way to speak to a lady?" said Mary, only half-seriously, but Daisy only laughed.

"I like that forwardness! And what shall we do later on?" she said, putting on a mock-formal air. "What night-time activities did you have in mind?"

"What does anybody have in mind when making plans with the famous Daisy Choi?" said Trevor. "All the years I've known you, and I've never had one of your legendary blowjobs. This might be the last chance I get. I couldn't live with myself if I let this opportunity pass me by!"

"My, my, you ARE forward tonight!" said Daisy. "Well, I'm down, but you'd better come find me soon, before I find myself tempted by other offers. I'm sure there will be many tonight."

"How about right now?" said Trevor, with utmost confidence. This elicited another belly laugh from Daisy, who turned slightly to address the small crowd of other boys standing behind Trevor, who had been watching the whole exchange with great interest.

"Let this be a lesson to you boys! Sometimes it really is as simple as just asking for it." She turned back to Trevor. "I would be delighted to suck your dick, Trevor. Meet me upstairs in say, five minutes?" And with that Daisy turned imperiously and walked into the house, an awed Mary following close behind.

"Wow, Daisy!" said Mary, as the two girls ascended the staircase to the second floor. "I've never seen really seen you work before. Is it always like that?"

"No, I like to mix it up," said Daisy. "Sometimes I like to make them work for it, really impress me, you know? And I guess tonight I was impressed with his confidence. And maybe tonight I feel a little like bein' a whore."

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"God, you're so awesome," said Mary. "I wanna be like you when I grow up." Daisy laughed and hugged her as the two girls reached the top of the stairs and had a look around.

"Hmm," said Daisy, "do my eyes deceive me, or is the master bedroom currently unoccupied? We seem to have come at the perfect time!"

"Wait, do people really do stuff in the parents' rooms at these things?" said Mary.

"People 'do stuff' anywhere they can find the space. I've sucked dick in pantries, garages, laundry rooms. But the master bedroom is the most coveted spot in the house! If we don't snatch it up, someone else will before long."

Daisy walked through the open doorway and threw herself down on the king-size bed. "Oh dude!" she said "This mattress is insane. You gotta try this, man."

Reluctantly, Mary followed her into the master bedroom and lay down on the mattress next do Daisy. She almost immediately felt all tension leave her body.

"Oh wow," she said quietly.

"I know, right?" said Daisy. "It's like lying on a cloud. Fuck, now I just want a nap." The two girls lay in contended silence as the next few minutes drifted by. Eventually, they heard a knock on the still-open door.

"Good evening, ladies," said Trevor Harris, entering the dark room. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"We were just luxuriating in this incredible mattress," said Daisy lazily. "Has it really been five minutes already?"

"Approximately," said Trevor with a smile. Daisy raised herself up onto heir elbows.

"Well, let it not be said that I slacked off when there when there was work to be done. Get over here, big boy!"

"I guess I'll, uh, be seeing you in a bit," said Mary, standing up and heading towards the door.

"I'll miss you, babygirl!" said Daisy. Then, after a moment: "Unless... you want to stick around?"

Mary froze.

"I mean, I certainly wouldn't mind if you stayed," Daisy continued. "How about, you Trevor?"

Trevor looked taken aback, but he shrugged his shoulders and said "The more the merrier."

"What do you say, babe?" said Daisy. "Earlier you said you hoped to benefit from my experience. Well, you're never gonna do better than a first-hand lesson."

"I'd never considered that before..." Mary lied. The truth was, she had spent many evenings touching herself while trying to imagine, to the best of her ability, what her friend got up to in situations like these. The thought of witnessing it in person was immensely hot, but also nerve-racking. She hesitated.

"I, um," she began. "I don't think I'd want to, like...

help

or anything. No offense, Trevor. But if you guys didn't mind me just, um... watching, maybe?"

"I would love to show off for you," said Daisy, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "You don't mind showing off, do you?" she said to Trevor, running her hand across his chest.

"I've got no objections," he said.

"All right!" said Daisy, absolutely delighted. "Close that door and let's get some light in here!" Trevor turned on a bedside lamp, offering a low, soft light, and Mary closed and locked the door.

"How about you make yourself comfortable in that chair over there?" Daisy gestured, and Mary did so. "Feel free to take your clothes off and touch yourself while you watch. It'll let me know I'm doing a good job."

"Maybe," said Mary nervously. "Just sitting here and watching is a big step forward for me."

"Now, make sure to keep in mind," said Daisy, sounding as if she were giving a lecture in front of a classroom, "that there are all kinds of blowjobs. Try not to make too many generalized assumptions from what you see here."

"I won't," said Mary, half mockingly.

"So," said Daisy, turning her attention back to Trevor, "were you looking for some lovin', or did you want to keep things more businesslike?"

"Oh, uh... businesslike is fine, I guess."

"Dress on or off?"

"Off, please."

"Do you want to be lying down or standing up?

"Let's do standing up, at least to start off."

"Alright, I think that's enough for me to go on." Daisy's round face was once again split by a smile, but a smaller, subtler one than the grins she had sported earlier. Seeming in no hurry, she took a few steps across the room, removed her glasses, and set them on a wide, low dresser. In the large mirror, her reflection made eye contact with Mary. After a moment, she crossed her arms and grabbed her dress by the shoulders. Moving with a practised, sensual grace, she slid the dress down.

Mary watched in silent awe as Daisy exposed her shoulders, her smooth back, her wide hips, her round butt clad in lacy red panties, her thick thighs... finally the dress hit the floor. Daisy stepped out of it, bent to pick it up, and then turned around, finally forcing Mary to look where she had deliberately been avoiding: her breasts, full and firm, sitting high on her chest, with small brown nipples sticking out proudly into the charged atmosphere of the room. Mary felt like she could hardly breathe.

"Hold onto this for me, will ya?" said Daisy with a wink, and tossed her bunched up dress across the room to Mary, who recovered her wits just in time to catch it.

"All right, let's get this show on the road!" Daisy continued. She grabbed a pillow off of the bed, set it on the floor, and kneeled down. Trevor took up his position in front of her, and she reached up and began to undo his belt.

"Can you see all right?" said Trevor. Though the development had been an unexpected one, he found that he now rather liked the idea of putting on a show.

Mary nodded silently. She felt that she needed

something

to occupy her hands, so she grabbed a small cushion off of her chair and clutched it tightly to her chest; Daisy's dress lay draped across her lap.

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