2017 school sex stories: DRIVING MISS DAISY – by senorlongo. I first met Daisy while a graduate student in college. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that she met me as she was the dominant driving force through most of our relationship.
2017 school sex stories: DRIVING MISS DAISY – Part 1A
by senorlongo
Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Romance, School
I meet Daisy and make her mine.
“Driving Miss Daisy”
You see, I was a nerd, still am for that matter. I wasn’t ugly or fat, or even a sloppy, smelly person. I was tall at six feet three inches and thin as a rail at 165 pounds. I still have a full head of light brown hair at thirty-eight, but I have filled out a bit, the result of sitting on my ass most days at work.
In all my five-plus years at the university I’d never gone on even a single date. As smart as I was, that’s just how shy I was when around the opposite sex so I was shell-shocked as well as tongue tied when Daisy sat opposite me in the library that cold day in early December. She was my exact opposite—beautiful and gregarious, the kind of woman who attracts men the way flowers attract bees and butterflies. She had the most beautiful eyes—sparkling blue—and light brown hair with not a strand out of place. Her face was a perfect oval with skin like fine bone china. Her body? It was the kind of body most guys masturbated to. I know I did…almost every night.
Daisy was a sorority girl—popular, effervescent, the life of every party. I had never even been to a party, not a real one and certainly not one at a sorority or fraternity. My social life revolved around the chess club and university bridge tournaments. I’d been university champion two years running with Phil Jorgenson until he graduated and left school. I had also graduated early, but unlike Phil I had stayed as a graduate assistant while picking up my PhD. in Computer Engineering. Daisy was majoring in psychology, one of the easiest and most useless majors in my opinion.
I was so into a programming exercise on my laptop that I hadn’t noticed her presence until she spoke. “Um…You’re John, aren’t you?” She had to repeat it twice before I realized that she was talking to me. She giggled when I finally looked up. “Boy, you sure do concentrate.”
My response was a guttural gurgle of unintelligible sounds. “You ARE John, right? Don’t be nervous. I’m just another girl.”
“Yeah, right,” I thought. “In order to be just another girl there would have had to be someone else first, but there wasn’t.” There had never been any other.
“Uh…what do you want?”
“Can I speak to you for a few minutes? I hear you’re a real math whiz and I’m having a problem in algebra. Think you can help me? Please?” She batted those deep blue eyes at me and I melted.
“To be honest, I haven’t taken algebra since high school, but I should be able to figure it out. What did you have in mind?”
She laughed as she replied, “So you can speak, after all. Could you possibly spend an hour here with me, say Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons? I have finals in three weeks. Please? If I flunk this course I won’t graduate on time. How would I explain to my Grandma and Poppa?”
I smiled—just a small one—when I replied, “It wouldn’t do to upset your grandparents, would it? I think I can fit you in to my tight social calendar. How is two o’clock for you?”
“Perfect!” She jumped up and kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you here tomorrow. Don’t forget!” She wasted her words. I never forgot anything, thanks to a photographic memory I’d been cursed with and there was no way I’d forget my first on-campus contact with a genuine girl. I finished my work and packed up my backpack. I was back in the dorm an hour later, just in time to clean up before dinner.
I had just returned from the bathroom when my roommate Rob walked in. “You will never believe who approached me in the library this afternoon, Rob.”
“Well, I know it wasn’t a girl.”
“Actually, it was—none other than Daisy O’Neill. She wants tutoring help in algebra, of all things.” Rob gave me a funny look, but remained silent. We walked out into the chill night a few minutes later. Our cafeteria was almost a quarter mile away. We usually chatted, but tonight Rob was silent. He was a grad student in math so I was going to suggest that he tutor Daisy and, in fact, that’s exactly what I said once we were back in the dorm.
“What you said earlier had me confused. I want to access the class’s records. Professor Newton teaches that course and I work with him quite often. I have his access code so I can enter grades from tests and homework. Hold on a second.” We waited for the course database to load then it was only a few seconds before Rob found the grades he was looking for. His face suddenly turned sour, as though he had sucked on a lemon.
“What’s wrong, Rob?”
“Take a look for yourself. She seems to be doing quite well for someone who is afraid she’ll flunk the course. It looks like she has about a B+ average.”
“Maybe she’s just afraid of the exam.”
“I don’t think so; she aced the mid-term. Something’s up, John; give me a day or two to snoop around.” I shrugged my shoulders and went back to work. One of the good things about majoring in computer science was that I could work anywhere. My programs and records were on the university server. I could access them from anywhere in the world.
Daisy was right on time the next afternoon and for a so-called failing student she showed a real aptitude for the work. She left after the hour to return to her sorority. I stayed to do more work on my dissertation. My professor had told me it was ground-breaking work that could lead to big bucks once I had graduated. He had introduced me to a patent attorney almost a year ago who agreed with his assessment. I had already paid him $10,000 to begin the patent process.
Rob’s face was even more upset when I saw him before dinner that afternoon. “You’d better sit down, John. Here’s the scoop. I overheard her and a few of her friends talking between classes. These girls are so self-absorbed that they never even noticed me standing less than ten feet away. I pretended that I was playing with my phone, but I could hear every word they said, not that they were very quiet about it. She’s looking for a meal ticket, John. She said that she realizes her Bachelor’s in Psych is basically useless. She wants a husband who’s going to strike it rich and that’s going to be you.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. I laughed for almost ten minutes, rolling onto my bed before I stopped. “I can’t believe it, Rob. Of all the people on this campus she picked me? I believe you, but either she’s crazy or she’s the best actress ever.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Do? Nothing; I’m going to do absolutely nothing. I’m glad you told me. I’ll just wait to see how she plays this out. She is right about one thing; Professor Eastman says my thesis could be worth millions. I wonder how she learned about that.” We talked for a few more minutes before leaving for dinner.
I taught an elementary computer sci. class the next day and spent the rest of the day editing my thesis or writing and rewriting code. I continued the work at the library the following morning and I was so into it that I completely missed lunch. I was surprised when Daisy sat down next to me. “What time is it,” I asked.
“Just before two; don’t you have a clock on that laptop?” I did and I was shocked again when I realized that she was right. Leaning toward me, I could smell the shampoo in her hair. “What are you doing that you completely lost track of the time?”
“Working on my dissertation and tweaking the code…the program that I’m proposing for my PhD.”
“What’s it about?”
“I can only speak in generalities because the patent is still pending, but I can tell you that it has to do with transactional security on the internet.” She gave me a look that said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” so I continued. “Just give me a minute to close everything up and we can look at your math. How was your class today?”
“Confusing.” I knew that was a lie. Rob had been there to assist Prof. Newton and he had texted me about her outstanding participation in the class.
“Okay, show me what you want to go over.” I must be an excellent tutor because she seemed to understand everything by the time the hour was up.
“Do you know where the Chi O house is, John?”
“Sure, right down on Professor’s Row about half a mile from here.”
“I assume that you have a sport jacket, a dress shirt, and a tie.”
“Sure, I even have dress shoes that I use when I’m not living in my cave.”
“Ha ha…very funny; I need a date for a party tomorrow night. Show up at the house at eight. There will be some snacks and wine. I assume you’re old enough to drink.”
“As a matter of fact, I am. Are you?”
“I had no idea you were such a comedian. Eight o’clock! I’ll see you then.” She leaned over to kiss my cheek and a second later she was gone. I sat back in the chair and laughed. So that was how she was going to do it. I packed my laptop into my backpack and walked to my dorm knowing that Rob would be there.
“Okay, I have to say that Daisy is a fast worker. Thanks for the text. It made my day knowing what an outstanding tutor I am. She knew everything from the lesson only half an hour into the session then she ordered me to meet her at the Chi O house for a party tomorrow night.”
“What do you mean…ordered?”
“Just that; she asked if I had a sport coat, shirt and tie then told me to show up at eight–kind of bossy in my opinion.”
“Gonna go?”
“Sure…maybe I’ll lose my virginity.” Rob laughed. He knew that I’d lost it a few years ago, courtesy of his sister. He’d set it up…told me she was the town slut. I thought at the time that it was a strange way to talk about one’s sister, but he was right. I had stayed with him and his family for three days and she’d gotten to me five times—three times at night when I had taken her to the movies and bowling and twice in my bed in the morning after Rob’s parents had left for work. She didn’t even close the door to the guest room. Rob had walked by several times and looked in, bemused at the sight of his twin sister riding my cock.
I may not have many social skills when it comes to women, but I knew that my cock was somewhat larger than average. I’d measured back when I was in high school—along the top which always shorter than along the bottom. I always was the curious type. “Seven and a quarter inches,” that’s what it said, and thick, too. Too bad it was attached to the body of someone with no ability to deal with women. I’d bet at the time that it could have satisfied plenty if only I had some nerve. It did a hell of a number with Rob’s sister. Unfortunately, she married some guy from her work about two weeks later and I’d never found anyone else.
I checked myself in the mirror one final time. I thought I looked presentable. My tie was just the right length and it was centered just perfectly between the two collar leaves of my button-down shirt. My navy blazer completed my outfit. I checked my pockets—wallet, hankies, room key, breath mints. I was all set. No condoms; I doubted I’d be that lucky. All I had to do was walk down the hill and turn right onto Professors Row.
I was a few minutes early so I strolled around aimlessly until my watch read 7:59 then I strode up the walk and knocked on the door. Nobody answered so I tried the handle. The door opened and I stepped inside. I was met by a young woman who told me her name was Amanda. She was like a lower case Daisy. I wondered then how many women like Daisy would be in attendance. Plenty, I guessed. “I’m here for Daisy O’Neill.” She took a look at me and began to giggle. Then she walked away and called up the stairs. Daisy walked down a few minutes later, a smirk on her otherwise lovely face. I continued to play dumb.
As she approached she said, “Right on time; that’s very good, John. You know…I realized this afternoon that I’m not sure of your surname.”
Wow—a big word; I was amazed so I decided to pull her leg a bit. “It’s Gotti…John Gotti; maybe you’ve heard of my uncle, John Gotti—the Dapper Don.”
“I thought you said his name was John. Why would anyone call him Don?”
“Try Google. I’m sure you’ll find him there. He was quite famous.”
“Isn’t he still famous?”
“Yes, of course, but he’s dead now.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I almost laughed. My name is John Gotti, but I’m no relation to the notorious Mafia kingpin. Instead, I simply smiled and allowed Daisy to lead me to the basement where the party was just underway. I poured two glasses of Merlot from a bottle. It was a brand I’d never heard of even though my parents were oenophiles–wine aficionados. Apparently, sorority girls didn’t necessarily have great taste. I thought the wine was a bit acidic, too. It had begun to turn into vinegar, but I said nothing, smiling instead in faux innocence.
Daisy and I danced quite a few times and she moved right into my body on the slow ones. I enjoyed those dances quite a bit and Daisy obviously noticed. She rubbed her body into my erection several times. I noticed Daisy and her friends talking quietly and giggling whenever I went to get another glass of wine. It was like a play within a play. They had me playing the fool while I was playing a different role entirely.
I’m obviously smart. One does not earn a PhD in computer engineering through stupidity. I had been at the party less than an hour when I realized that this was no Mensa meeting. Daisy was no genius. I already knew that, but her friends were no smarter. Several had asked me to explain words that I had used in conversation—words that any college student should have known in my opinion. I had a great time at the party though, mostly from the role I was playing. Around midnight I wondered what would come next. Would Daisy put her moves on me? If so…when?
She did it then, inviting me to her room. It was a great opportunity for me. No, not that way; I’d driven to Radio Shack this morning to buy some audio bugs. They were small with strong adhesive on one side. I was able to attach one to the underside of Daisy’s desk while she was distracted. Rob had installed a relay while we were partying that would collect the data and forward it to my laptop when I called for it. In appearance it was just like a telephone junction box that was stuck to the exterior brick with strips of strong adhesive. A conduit that went down into the soil below held the wires that formed the antenna. Only a real phone technician would be able to tell that it wasn’t genuine telephone company equipment. Rob told me later that night that installing it on the side of the house while the part roared inside was a real rip. I wasn’t interested in spying on the sorority members. I only wanted clues as to Daisy’s plans for me and, in that regard, I got a boatful.
I knew in advance when she would allow me to fondle her breasts and when I could chance fingering her pussy. That way I could build the illusion that she was in control of our relationship when just the opposite was true. I knew everything she had planned then made the decision whether or not to go along. Twice in January I was able to foil her plans by making arrangements for group activities when she had desperately wanted us to be alone so she could seduce me.
I allowed that to happen in early March, partly because I was really horny and partly because she seemed to be so desperate, too. Daisy invited me to her sorority on a Wednesday night when almost everyone was studying at the library. She literally pulled me up the stairs, locking the door once we were in the room. She rushed into my arms and we were making out like crazy only a few seconds later.
We had made out often, especially after my tutoring sessions had enabled her to ace the algebra course, at least that’s what she led me to believe. I knew otherwise, but she still thought I was totally in the dark about her intentions. I would have gladly fucked her had our relationship been based on more honest and open principles. Unfortunately, it was based on deception and manipulation and Daisy sincerely thought that she was steering the wagon with me as the horse and her as the driver, complete with whip. Not that I minded either her attentions or being with her. Take away her sneaky duplicitous behavior and I actually found her extremely likable. I also enjoyed playing with her tits and fingering her drenched pussy, a pussy I knew could be exclusively mine.
Now it was early March and I had decided it was time to stake my claim. My hands roamed over her body, taking a few seconds to massage her breasts through her blouse. A minute later it was off and so was her bra. I moved down to suckle, knowing how much she loved that. Even fingering her clit didn’t turn her on as much as breast and nipple play.
We kissed and it continued throughout the removal of our clothes. Daisy moved me back until I fell onto her bed. I could see the lust in her eyes as she knelt and moved her mouth toward my cock. I’d gotten into the habit of jerking off before every date so I’d be able to maintain control. Had she known how horny I was she’d have run over me like a steamroller.
She licked around the head several times, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time and smiling as she worked her way around my rock hard organ. Her hand ran over my washboard abs as she swallowed my organ—all of it until she was kissing my neatly trimmed pubic hair. I had no idea what to do next, but, acting on instinct, I pulled her up my body, kissing her and tasting the tang of my cock on her tongue as I spread her legs and pushed up. My lessons with Rob’s sister paid off now as I drove into her in a single thrust. Daisy never needed much to become really, really wet. What surprised me was how tight and how muscular her cunt actually was.
My hands found the globes of her ass as she began to ride me. It was every bit as thrilling as I had imagined. What made it even more exciting was the knowledge that she had tried unsuccessfully to maneuver me into a long-term relationship. Now, as we were fucking I wondered if I could trust her to be honest as to whether or not it was safe to cum in her. No, I decided—it wasn’t going to happen. I’d finished with my hand so many times one more wouldn’t kill me.
Holding tight, I rolled her over so I was on top in what is usually known as missionary. Supporting my body with my left arm I used my right to worry her nipples and massage her big beautiful breasts. Daisy must have really been into it because she was humping wildly, even as her legs wrapped themselves around my waist. I had been rubbing her clit for several minutes when she shuddered, closed her eyes, and arched her back. A second later her entire being shook wildly as three massive spasms coursed through her body. That was enough for me. I pulled out just in time as long ropes of steaming hot semen spurted out onto her breasts and tummy. I was completely drained by the time the sixth dribbled from my cock. I carefully lowered myself to her side, resting as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
She was giggling as she rose up on her arm to kiss me. “Mind telling me what the hell you did to me?”
“I’m pretty sure we were fucking.”
She giggled again. “I think I knew that. I have never cum from just fucking. I usually need a lot of clitoral stimulation, but—oh God—you’re so long and so fucking thick. It was incredible. Did you ever see the movie, ‘Revenge of the Nerds?”
“Of course, it’s required viewing for membership in the club. I’ve probably seen it twenty times, at least. Why?”
“I think I feel the way that girl in the film must have felt.”
“Yeah, Betty was pretty hot, but not as hot as you!” She smiled and climbed onto my chest, my cooling semen gluing us together. Daisy laid her head on my shoulder as we rested. I realized that our fucking and the subsequent brief conversation was the most honest exchange we’d ever had. I couldn’t resist a quick smile then I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Daisy and I were really sticky when we got up almost an hour later. “Let me grab a quick shower and I’ll bring back a warm wash cloth for you. Is that okay, John? By the way, I looked up your uncle yesterday. I can’t believe you’re related to a Mafia chieftain. Is that how you’re paying for college?”
“No, my parents didn’t have anything to do with him. My dad’s a plumber and my mom works in an insurance office. I paid my own way through school—well, part of it anyway. I had almost a full scholarship. The rest I earned from a game I wrote last half of my senior year of high school through first half of freshman year here. I have a deal with a major gaming company. They paid me $100,000 up front and I get a royalty every three months on what they sell. In return I write a tweak every now and then when they tell me they want something. Of course, you never actually buy a program. You buy a license, in this case to use. It’s worked out well for me…them, too.” She kissed me quickly, donned a robe, and slipped out the door. She returned about fifteen minutes later with a wash cloth that she ran over my body, spending a long time on my cock and balls. She kissed my cock before handing my boxers back to me.
“You know, John—you have a really decent body. Do you exercise?”
“No, I have a really high metabolism. I eat a lot, but I never seem to gain weight. That’ll probably change as I get older.” We chatted about meaningless things for a while before I realized what time it was. “Sorry, Daisy, but I have to go. I have a prelim for my oral exam tomorrow with Professor Eastman so I have to get up early.”
“What does that mean, John?”
“A group of professors will read the dissertation then we’ll meet and they’ll ask me a lot of questions. Of course, I’ll have Professor Eastman on my side as my advisor which is good because I understand that they sometimes ask questions that are no way related to the student’s work.”
“Are you worried about it? It sounds scary?”
“I suppose it can be, but nobody knows more about the work than I do. That’s the whole idea.” I leaned down to kiss her. I couldn’t wait to hear what she would say to the other girls after I’d gone. We walked down the stairs and kissed again briefly at the door. I saw her smile at her sorority sisters just before it closed.
Rob was waiting impatiently when I walked through our door. “So…what happened?”
“She said it was the best orgasm she’d ever had. Also said I was the best fuck of her life. Let’s see what she’s saying now.” I turned on my laptop, entering the three passwords needed to open it.
I listened closely, shocked at what she was saying to her friends. “I wasn’t expecting much, but it was something I had to do to keep his interest, but, ladies, it was by far the best…most outstanding sex of my life.”
“You’re not really falling for this nerd, are you, Daisy?
She hesitated for almost a minute before responding, “You know, I think I am. Initially, I was just looking for someone to support me, but he’s so nice and so polite. He treats me like I’m a queen and if he keeps on fucking me like he did tonight I’m keeping him.”
I looked at Rob, thinking he was going to laugh. Instead, he said, “I think you might be the luckiest guy on campus, John. Everyone I know thinks she’s the hottest woman here. What are you going to do now?”
“The same thing I’ve been doing so far…nothing. I’ll let her think she’s leading the relationship and see where she goes with it. Right now I desperately need a shower.” I stripped down, grabbed my robe and a towel en route to the shower. Rob and I were in a really old dorm. We had a small suite—a living area with a couch, an upholstered chair, and a beat up coffee table we’d picked up at the Salvation Army store downtown and an area rug from Goodwill. We also had two small bedrooms just big enough for a double bed and a dresser. I also had a portable closet from Home Depot that I used so Rob could have the single closet in our main room. There was a gang toilet with six urinals, an equal number of toilets and a dozen basins with mirrors. Our gang shower was just next door.
I returned, brushed my teeth and got my clothes ready for the morning as I did every night. Just before turning in I charged my laptop and my phone. I slept extremely well that night.
My practice session for my dissertation defense went extremely well. Prof. Eastman had brought two colleagues from the physics department. They asked a host of questions that I answered easily. They seemed to be impressed by my research and agreed that my firewall program would be a great investment for almost any company or organization. In fact, they told me they intended to speak with the university president about it.
Two weeks later my dissertation was brought before the committee. Daisy had done a great job helping me to relax in the period before it by fucking me senseless every day. That weekend we spent in a nearby motel, pausing only to eat and occasionally to sleep. I came in Daisy for the first time that weekend after seeing that she was conscientiously taking birth control pills.
She was waiting for me after the orals were over. It was hard to believe that this was the same girl who had plotted to make me her meal ticket. She had professed that she loved me several times over the past two weeks. Here it was—mid-April and, other than my teaching obligations, I was finished with college. I waited only for graduation, something I looked forward to eagerly.
Daisy was on par to graduate, also. However, I knew from my eavesdropping that she was becoming increasingly nervous about our future. That came to a head on Friday evening when she came straight out and asked me about it. “What would you like to do,” I replied.
“I want us to stay together,” she said, almost in a whisper. “I think I’m in love with you.”
I thought about it for a few minutes which I was sure she thought was insulting. Then I smiled and nodded my agreement. Daisy jumped into my lap to hug and kiss me. I knew our relationship had begun in a pool of lies and deceit, but somewhere along the line I thought that had changed. I’d heard enough conversations in Daisy’s room to convince me of her new-found sincerity. The only thing that bothered me was that she was so bossy and demanding. I found out why when she invited me to her home for a weekend. I had no classes and Daisy only had three which she decided to cut. We left at nine Friday morning for the three hour ride to her home in my not quite new Honda Civic.
We arrived around noon and I learned in less than an hour why she was so overbearing. She had learned it from her mother. She greeted Daisy warmly, but treated me like I had leprosy. Worse, when I met her father I looked him straight in the eyes and saw…nothing. It was as though he was hollow—there was nothing there but his shell…his husk. Mrs. O’Neill—Margaret–treated him like shit, ordering him here and there. “Do this. Do that.” It got so bad that I dreamed up an excuse for us to leave early Sunday morning.
The trip there had been jocular with the two of us laughing and joking all the way. Our trip back to school was somber. I said not a single word the entire trip until Daisy asked me what was wrong. “We’ll talk about it once we’re back at your sorority, Daisy. I have to concentrate on my driving.” She shut up mid-sentence and pouted for the remainder of the trip.
I stopped just in front of her building, turned the car off, and turned to face her. “Daisy, you’re a psych major so I’m sure you understand the impact that a parent’s behavior has on a child. Your mother dominates your home the way Hitler dominated Germany. I took a good look at your father and when I did all I could see was his hollow form. Your mother has reduced him to a cipher with her constant harping. I looked at him and saw myself in another thirty years. That’s not going to happen. You’re bossy and pushy now. What will you be like if we’re married? I’m sorry, but it’s not going to happen. I’m not going to turn out like your father.”
I got out of the car, removed her small suitcase from the trunk, and opened the door for her. I handed her the case, kissed her cheek, and drove away. I loved Daisy and I was pretty sure that she loved me. Well, maybe she just loved fucking me, but she’d come a long way since our relationship had begun. Problem was I didn’t think it was enough.
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