CHAPTER 8

Mom, Dad, and I attended the undergrad ceremony at 1:00 that afternoon. There were a lot of undergrads—several thousand—so the ceremony was long—long and boring, but I suspected that all such ceremonies were no better. We celebrated with Daisy once it had ended. I was surprised that I didn't see her parents. "My mother is still pissed at me and I'm even more pissed at her. I told her off after we returned from their house and you broke up with me. I don't mind at all that she didn't come. She almost ruined my life so the hell with her. I'd rather have you any day." Then she reached up to me and our lips met for the most incredible kiss. It would have gone on for an hour if I had my way, but after ten minutes my folks started clearing their throats—a sure signal that we should stop. Daisy was giggling when we turned red-faced toward my parents.

We hugged and kissed them goodbye so they could drive home. It would be four-plus hours to Long Island even though they were taking the Bridgeport-Port Jefferson ferry. Daisy and I had a reservation for the ferry tomorrow morning. We walked into my dorm where I hugged Rob, knowing that we'd stay in touch. We'd lived together for four years. I had no brothers or sisters so Rob was my closest "almost family member" other than Daisy and that was still up in the air.

We spent almost two hours cleaning out her room at the sorority. We were delayed several times so Daisy could hug and kiss her friends so it was fairly late by the time we left. I drove for an hour then we stopped for burgers and fries at a Five Guys on the way, stopping an hour later just outside Bridgeport, Connecticut.

We showered together; space was tight in the tub, but that just enabled me to rub against Daisy's succulent body more often. We dried each other using all of the motel's thin towels, draping them over the shower rod in case we needed them tomorrow morning.

We did! Daisy and I made the sweetest love, first in missionary then switching to cowgirl and finally finishing as I stood behind her with my finger up her tight pucker while I pounded her hot pussy until she came for the second time. Her bodily convulsions triggered my wild orgasm--my thrusts so powerful that they pushed her forward onto the bed with me lying squarely on her back. She turned her head and laughed then I leaned forward and we kissed. Our tongues danced back and forth for several minutes before she broke it. I slid off to her side and pulled the blanket up and over our bodies. We were asleep in minutes.

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I had always enjoyed taking the ferry across Long Island Sound. It was a relaxing 90 minutes during which we could sit and rest in the sun or have a hot coffee in the lounge. More importantly, it eliminated the need to drive through New York City where either heavy traffic or an accident could tie up traffic for hours.

We exited the big ship at the harbor in Port Jefferson and drove up the hill on Route 112, turning right onto Route 347—the Smithtown bypass—and from there to the Northern Parkway. Another hour's drive brought us to Oyster Bay and my parents' home. We left together with my mother after lunch to look at several apartments.

We found exactly what we wanted—two bedrooms on the end of the second floor in an almost new garden apartment complex. The master bedroom was big enough to hold all of the furniture we wanted to buy and the second bedroom would be used as my home office. Daisy and I bought living room, dining room, and bedroom furniture the next day. I looked for an office the day after, settling on an office suite in which I would share a secretary, mail room, and conference room with five other small businesses. I thought it was a good deal for my beginning enterprise. The offices were in a large contemporary business park on one of the main streets in nearby Jericho and the rent was even less than I had anticipated. I spent the next day with Daisy buying furniture, carpeting, and computers for my office. Then all I had to do was to wait for a T-1 optic fiber line to be installed. A T-1 line is high speed, capable of carrying more than sixty times as much data as a normal telephone line.

We spent that first week living with my folks before the apartment was ready. By then we had dishes, tableware, glasses and pots and pans for the kitchen. We had bought sheets and blankets, towels, and bath mats for the bathroom. Even with everything we had purchased there were still other things that we had forgotten. We spent most of the following weekend buying two TV's, a stereo, and a DVR. Daisy was home in our apartment on Tuesday morning when cable for our TV's and internet was installed and connected.

We really began our lives together then. Daisy acted as though she loved me completely and I acted the same way back to her. However, there was one big difference: she trusted me—no reason not to—but I didn't yet completely trust her. I still held to the motto of "trust, but verify." Only time would tell—one way or the other.

Daisy and I made love almost every night, but I could tell that she was getting nervous. I asked her about it one evening after dinner. "What's bothering you, Daisy? You seem to be as nervous as a cat in a rocking chair factory."

"I never did understand that saying, John. What does it mean?"

"Well…if you had a long tail that was really close to the floor would you want to risk getting it caught under one of those rockers?"

She looked at me for a second before she laughed. "You're right. I have been nervous. When I agreed to your conditions you mentioned something about anal sex. I've never done that. I'm kind of nervous about it. I've been expecting you to demand it. I've heard it can hurt a lot."

"To tell you the whole truth, I've never done it either. I've heard that it can hurt, but also that it can be exquisite if done right. Why don't we shower then spend some time online doing some research? I will promise you this—I don't want to hurt you so at the first sign of any pain we're done."

Daisy smiled and said, "I liked the times when you pushed your finger in. I wouldn't mind if you did it again." I chuckled, took her hand, and led her to the bathroom whispering that maybe—just maybe—she might get her wish.

The shower was big enough for two—just. Daisy was concentrating her washing efforts on my cock and balls when I took the soap from her to wash her breasts and tummy and pussy. I'd learned that she wore a 34C bra which I found interesting. I was planning to buy her some sexy lingerie at Victoria's Secret in Lake Success, only a few miles from where I now worked. All I knew was that she had the most delicious and sensitive breasts and nipples.