Daisy Got Laid Ch. 05

By 9pm Saturday night Max was sat on Valerie's patio smoking a rare cigarette. He was busily preoccupied thinking of painful ways to kill Sean when the scent of Poison wafted past and Delilah dropped down next to him clad in a very tight cotton dress.

"Wanna come to a party?" she grinned cheerily.

Max had been hoping to be on his way home at that precise moment, but since there had been a few minor delays he had been forced to stay too late to consider the long drive home. The garden however was almost complete and what was left could easily be handled by his sub contractors.

He paused before answering Delilah. He wasn't sure whether he really wanted to go anywhere tonight, least of all a party full of irritating teenagers. Unfortunately, put on the spot he couldn't think of any plausible excuses for saying no.

"Are you allowed out this late?" he asked doubtfully as she waited for his response.

Delilah laughed with derision, "I do what I want!" she said scornfully. "As long as I appear for breakfast, Mum doesn't care what I get up to."

Clearly there was a distinct lack of parental supervision, but as Max had already blatantly overstepped the boundaries of father-figure he could hardly say much in criticism.

"What sort of party?" he enquired dubiously.

"Some people on the other side of the village are throwing a house party; it should be well cool and as my brother is going we can have a lift."

"Brother? I didn't know you had one??" Max said in surprise; Valerie hadn't mentioned a son and he had seen no evidence of anyone else lurking around the house in the time he'd been here.

"Yeah, Jonny doesn't live at the house - he has a flat above the stables so he can keep an eye on his precious horses." Delilah rolled her eyes. "But it's mostly so Mum and Dad can't see what he gets up to!" She stood up and pulled a cigarette from her bag. "Got a light?"

Max frowned at her, "Filthy habit, you should give up!"

"Bugger off," was her short reply. Sighing heavily, Max lit her fag for her. "Are you coming then or what?" she asked impatiently as her mobile phone beeped to tell her a text message had been received. She read it quickly before announcing, "Jonny's waiting so I'm going; I don't want him to go without me...Come with us - it'll be fun!"

She smiled angelically and held out her hand encouragingly. Max stood up in resignation and realised this was about as good as it got; there was certainly no way he was spending his last evening in Yorkshire making polite conversation with Valerie, so he may as well go to this party. He followed Delilah down the lawn towards the stables hoping like hell that the party had plenty of alcohol available to drink – he needed it.

* * * * *

Dance music was really not Max's thing and particularly not when he was stood next to an amplifier so loud his fillings were rattling. Delilah had hooked up with some tattooed youth and they were busily engaged in rolling a suspicious cigarette in the corner of the room, whilst Max observed with faint disapproval.

"Oh stop it!" she had hissed crossly when he threw dark looks in her direction. "You are not my child minder!"

"Just as well, you would've been under house arrest by now!" Max muttered under his breath. He should have gone to the village pub. The thought of a hot-pot supper and a log fire almost brought tears of longing to his eyes. How he wished he was there instead of stuck in some stranger's house with the slut teen from hell.

He needed another drink or he was never going to last the night. Delilah's brother had disappeared as soon as they arrived and he had no idea how to get back to the house. All the lanes looked very much the same in the dark so he wasn't about to make a run for it. Besides, Valerie was waiting up for him Delilah had assured him, although she had been laughing at the time so he wasn't sure if she was just winding him up.

All around him conversations ebbed and flowed whilst alcohol flowed even more freely. He wandered down a hall into a large kitchen feeling bored and hungry, following the spicy smell of food.

Several people stood in the cavernous room, drinking, smoking and chatting to each other. They took no notice of Max as he wandered over to the Aga and peeked into the huge pan. It looked like stew and smelt mouth wateringly delicious. His stomach growled loudly; he was hungry after barely touching his inedible dinner at Valerie's earlier on that evening. A pile of bowls stood next to the Aga complete with cutlery and Max presumed they were there for self-catering as several dirty bowls littered the worktop.

"Have some, you won't regret it," said a voice softly from behind him; "Carmen is a wonderful cook."

Max turned to see who had spoken. A tall red haired woman handed him a clean bowl and grinned at him. She had sparkling green eyes and Max found his grumpy mood lifting almost immediately. He turned back to the stove and dished up some stew, his mouth watering in greedy anticipation.

"Ladies first..." Max offered the first bowl to the red-head and she accepted graciously. He then filled another bowl for himself and began to eat hungrily.

"You're right, this is amazing!" he commented with pleasure. "I'm Max by the way."

"I'm Sara, pleased to meet you. Are you a friend of Franco or Carmen's? I haven't seen you before," she asked curiously.

Max felt rather embarrassed; it suddenly seemed extremely rude to be at a party eating food when he didn't even know the hosts. Still, it was rather late in the day to be apologising.

"Err... I came with a friend." Silently Max squirmed; Delilah could hardly be called a friend but how else was he to refer to her without sounding like a total idiot?

"Oh really, who's that then?" Sara said politely.

This was getting worse now...

"The daughter of a client - Valerie Van de Meyer; do you know her?"

"You came with Delilah??" Sara snorted incredulously. "You are not her usual type I have to say!" She looked at him with an amused expression. Max bristled in annoyance - how dare she imply that he was more than a friend!

"Actually we only met on Friday; I'm here to oversee the garden renovations for Valerie. Delilah kindly offered to entertain me this evening and brought me here." Max said slightly defensively.

"I bet she did!" laughed Sara. "Delilah has a reputation in case you didn't know. Most men round here are not allowed within spitting distance. I take it you haven't been subjected to the fatal seduction yet? Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Suddenly the bottom of the stew bowl seemed unbearably fascinating. Max scraped the remainder of the sauce out and tried to dispel potent memories of Delilah seducing him in his bedroom. It really wouldn't do to be branded an immoral letch by a total stranger, especially when she was rather attractive. "Delilah has behaved impeccably around me so far," Max lied, crossing his toes in self defence.

"That'll be a first then!" Sara spluttered clearly unconvinced. "That girl doesn't know the meaning of the words good behaviour!"

Max placed his empty bowl in the sink and deciding a change of subject was in order said hurriedly: "Fancy giving me a guided tour of the garden?"

"Sure," Sara smiled warmly.

"Great! Perhaps you could introduce me to the hosts if we pass them? I can thank them for their inadvertent hospitality!" Max said with huge relief now that the conversation had moved away from the subject of Delilah. He was actually rather keen to take a look at the garden - it was likely to be a real gem in an old county house like this.

* * * * *

Daisy leant against the huge oak tree at the far side of the rose garden, watching the other guests chattering and drinking on the terrace. She could have joined in, but in truth she wasn't exactly in the mood. She didn't really know why she was feeling so down in the dumps. As much as she had enjoyed last night with Franco and Carmen, it had really brought home to her how increasingly lonely she felt despite all her protestations to herself that she didn't want a relationship. She could see how well suited they were and in many ways she was jealous. Not of them specifically, just of what they had found in each other. If she was honest, she wanted that intimacy too. This inevitably led her back to Max again. It felt like all roads led to Max at the moment.

"Penny for them?" A deep male voice interrupted her melancholy train of thought and she jumped slightly.

"Oh no, they aren't worth that much!" she laughed ruefully as she turned to look curiously at the owner of the voice.

He was tall, blonde and rugged looking with warm brown eyes. He towered over her and she had to crick her neck to talk to him.

"Hi I'm Daisy." She offered with a friendly smile.

"Pleased to meet you Daisy, I'm Jonny." He grinned in response. "Are you all on your lonesome tonight?"

"Well I don't really know anyone apart from Franco and Carmen if that's what you mean. I was at college with Franco, we go back years."

"To be honest," Jonny shrugged, "I don't know them that well. They drink down at the local pub and that's where we met. I like them though, they are a good laugh and they've fitted right in around here – certainly livened things up a little!"

"Umm I bet they have!" Daisy chuckled wryly.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass from the direction of the house. They both turned to see what had caused the commotion and Jonny groaned heavily as he realised who was at the centre of the disturbance.

"Oh hell, my baby sister strikes again! I can't take her anywhere..." he sighed crossly. "She promised me she would behave tonight and stay off the booze." He rolled his eyes at Daisy before rushing off towards the house.

Daisy followed him back up the garden wondering what on earth had happened. A couple of metal chairs were on their side and a few people stood around watching the impromptu show.

There had obviously been some kind of fracas although Franco and Carmen were nowhere to be seen and the music was still blaring out at a high level. For a surreal moment she thought she was hallucinating when she saw Max lift a very drunken girl up off the paving stones and lay her on the nearby bench. The girl slumped into him and giggled, her short pink dress riding almost obscenely high up her thighs. She was stroking his chest in a very familiar fashion while curious onlookers watched curiously. What appeared to be the remnants of a smashed wine bottle were scattered around in a sticky crimson pool.

"Fucking hell Delilah!" Jonny hissed angrily as he approached the pair. "I warned you not to get pissed again! I bet that wanker Ron is responsible for this, where is the fucker now? Disappeared I bet! Just wait until I get my hands on that bastard's scrawny neck – I'll ring it!"

Delilah just rolled her eyes and smiled dreamily as she lay sprawled across Max's lap. Daisy watched in fatal fascination as the girl nuzzled her face into the crook of his arm. No wonder he hadn't been in touch, she thought furiously. He was far too busy entertaining teenage bimbos!

Max glanced up briefly and saw her glowering at him. The shock hit him like a sledgehammer – Daisy was the last person he expected to see tonight. For a starry moment he was delighted then he realised just how dubious his current situation looked and took in the furious expression on her face.

Jonny addressed him crossly and dragged his attention reluctantly away from Daisy. "Max, I need to get my sister home, let's get her to the car before she makes an even bigger fool of herself," he growled impatiently. He grabbed Delilah's arm and partially lifted her off Max, who then propped her up from the other side. Between them, they escorted her limp body across the terrace towards the side gate and into the car. Max turned back to look for Daisy, but she had vanished out of sight.

Oh hell, he thought despondently. It was going to take some explaining to dig himself out of the hole he had inadvertently found himself in. He could have killed the little brat right now and the only thing that stopped him was the delightful thought of the monstrous hang-over she would have in the morning.

* * * * *

It was gone two am by the time the last drunken guests staggered out the door saying it had been the best party ever. The Reverend Killjoy could be heard singing bawdy songs all the way up the lane, long after he finally hiccupped his way down the gravel drive. Daisy wasn't so sure it had been the best night she'd ever had, but it was certainly the biggest mess she had ever seen. She started to clear up the debris wearily, but she was so tired that she could hardly see straight so she flopped outside on the patio with a cup of tea and her melancholy thoughts for company.

Franco and Carmen had disappeared around midnight which was hardly going to win them a host of the year award, but nobody had seemed too bothered. The party had continued regardless and the commotion on the patio had soon been forgotten. Unfortunately seeing Max again had knocked Daisy for six and she had spent the rest of the party wondering how the hell he had managed to appear at the house she was staying at. Talk about coincidence!

The side gate creaked eerily in the dark and Daisy jumped out of her skin. Who the hell was creeping around at two in the morning? She stood up preparing to make a run for it in case it was a psychopathic burglar and grabbed an empty wine bottle in self defence.

"Daisy?" a familiar voice called softly.

It was Max and she relaxed momentarily, breathing a shaky sigh of relief.

"What's the matter – your bimbo passed out on you?" She asked wearily with a trace of sarcasm before flopping back down on the step.

"No, I came back to see if you were awake and to explain why you couldn't get hold of me this week."

"What makes you think I tried?" Daisy was astounded at the sheer arrogance of the man. He had been all over some floozy earlier in the evening and yet he fully expected her to be pining away for him!

"You mean you didn't try to ring me?" Max felt unbelievably crushed as the prospect she may have not wanted to see him again inflicted a mortal blow to his male ego.

Daisy softened slightly at his wounded expression. "Actually I did try to ring you, but your number was unobtainable." She shrugged and sipped her tea, assuming an air of indifference.

"I lost my mobile and had to cancel the Sim card. I left a message at the bar but obviously you didn't get it..." Max's voice trailed off as he wondered why he was even bothering to explain himself.

"Oh?" Daisy snapped her head up in surprise. "When did you ring the bar?"

"Tuesday morning."

"Ah... Mary works Tuesday mornings - she is useless at the best of times so she probably didn't even write the message down. Well that explains the phone, but it doesn't explain what the hell you are doing here and why that trollop was all over you like a nasty rash!" Daisy glared at him in renewed outrage.

Ha - she was jealous! Max thought gleefully. Things were suddenly looking up. If she was exhibiting signs of jealousy then at least that meant she gave a damn.

"That trollop as you so kindly called her is my client's daughter, Delilah. I came with her and her brother Jonny tonight because they invited me along. Delilah got horribly drunk - which apparently is a regular occurrence - and I just happened to be there when she made a scene. I am up here working on a job for her parents; I go home tomorrow. Anything else you need to know?" Max tried very hard to look suitably aggrieved at the terrible aspersions she was casting upon him and hurriedly pushed to one side the fact that they were mostly true.

Daisy had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, realising that perhaps she had put two and two together and made six. She was always good at doing that.

Max crossed the patio impatiently, suddenly tired of all the silly misunderstandings, and took her in his arms. After a moment's hesitation she relaxed against him, shutting her eyes in exhaustion.

He smelt faintly of soap and she breathed the scent in deeply. A nagging thought that really she should have told him to piss off filtered through the haze of sleepiness, but she squashed it.

"I missed you, you know. I really wanted you to ring..." Max whispered into the hollow of her neck

"I tried," muttered Daisy grumpily.

"It seems it was all a misunderstanding. Do you forgive me?"

"I suppose so." Daisy said rather ungraciously. She was forced to admit he really felt good, but if she didn't go to bed soon she was going to be a zombie tomorrow. "I need to get some sleep, are you staying or going?"

Max considered his options. Did he risk going back to Valerie's house for the remainder of the night, or did he stay here with the woman who had starred in all of his erotic dreams in the last week? No choice really...

"Do you want me to stay?" he asked cautiously, unwilling to blow it again.

"Don't mind as long as you decide in the next five seconds, or I will go to bed without you." Daisy gave a wan smile and Max grinned back.

"Ok, you persuaded me then. Bed it is; show me the way right now!"

They switched off all the lights and locked the doors before heading upstairs. The house was silent and not a murmur came from Franco and Carmen's room. Typical, thought Daisy; Franco had always had the knack of leaving everyone else to clear up the mess. Just as well she wasn't leaving until the following afternoon; it was going to take hours to put the house back to its former glory.

Daisy's attic room was warm and stuffy so she opened the window to let the cool night air in. A pale moon lit up the bed with silvery ribbons as they silently stripped off their clothes and jumped under the duvet. Daisy turned her back on Max and he wrapped his muscular arms around her slender frame, cuddling into her warm body. Within minutes she was fast asleep and he lay for a while listening to her rhythmic breathing.

When he next opened his eyes, it was morning and the rain was clattering loudly on the window. The sky looked dark but his watch told him it was nearly nine o'clock. Christ, Valerie would be having a blue fit by now; he just hoped Jonny or Delilah had told her where he'd disappeared to.

Daisy was still fast asleep, her hair fanned out over the pillow and he slid over towards her and pulled her into the curve of his body. She stirred slightly but didn't awaken so he gently moved his hand up over her rib to cup her breast. It felt warm and smooth, the nipple hardening under his touch. She moaned slightly and pushed herself into his hand but still didn't awaken. By now, his cock was rock hard and the temptation to slip into her receptive body was great. He kissed her neck, nibbling the warm skin before moving his hand down across her hip and between her legs, dipping into the moist cleft of her sex. Daisy was already wet and his cock rubbed into the hot, slippery flesh, causing him to groan in frustration. Max touched her clit and she pushed her bottom back against him.

"I need you to fuck me..." she whispered into the pillow softly.

"Morning sleepyhead!" Max said huskily. "Try saying please and I might oblige..."

He pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the slick moisture welling up inside her hot cavern while she squirmed in pleasure.

"Please fuck me NOW...." She pleaded, writhing uncontrollably against him.

Max was unable to hold back much longer anyway, his cock felt like it was going to explode any minute. He rolled her onto her back and moved the head of his cock inside her slowly, supporting his weight on his arms. The feel of her strong inner muscles gripping his hard flesh was sublime and he had to fight to stop himself coming almost immediately. Concentrating hard, he began to thrust slowly as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, urging him deeper inside her.