Ok I am going to attempt to write 26 different stories about Daryl and Carol, so if your not a fan turn back now. Each story will begin with a different letter of the alphabet, they will be in chronological order, but will not always follow on from the last. Each story will be stand alone, as well as part of a whole. Each story will have different flavours, I have already plotted out the first few but if you have any suggestions or request I will be glad to try and include them.

THE A-Z OF DARYL AND CAROL

Almost

Carol had been reading on her bunk for a few hours now, the sun had gone down a while ago, and the small lantern she had burning provided just enough light to read by. Even though the prison was bathed in darkness, it was still unbearably hot. Carol sat now in just her bra and panties, it was a risk, as anyone could walk in on her, but she had taken the chance before her over heated skin had driven her to do something rash. It was at times like these that she really felt the sting of being alone. Not only was she hot, but she was also horny. Watching Daryl fix his bike for half the afternoon, had been sweet sweet torture. Until she had retreated inside to read.

The book had taken her mind off touching herself for long enough however that most people were already asleep. Looking up from her book she listened for any sounds of activity. Hearing nothing but gentle snoring coming from somewhere below her Carol let the book drop on to her bed , her mind already full of the image of Daryl cleaning and fixing his bike. His sleeveless shirt displaying his arms in all their glory. Carol wondered what those arms could do to her. Her hand wondering down across her breast, pinching the nipple as it went. She bit her lip to keep from moaning out, as her hand played with her hardened peak once more. She wanted to make this last. Too many times she had quickly finished herself off in the shower, had a quick stealthy rub before bed, all to the image of Daryl, but tonight in the burning heat of summer, she wanted to go slow, to savour every image, every touch. Her hand moved down her stomach, caressing the skin lightly. She closed her eyes, pretending it was Daryl's hand. His talented fingers toying with her bra, her pantie-line, until his finger swept underneath, dipping his finger into her moisture and retreating. Running her moisture up her core and onto her stomach. Carol held back a moan as her mind supplied what real life couldn't. She knew it was wrong to think of her best friend this way. Especially as she suspected he did not feel the same way about her. Carol also figured however that life was short and she would grab her moments where she could. Reaching down now she placed her finger at her entrance, allowing herself to feel her moist core, the heat and the pressure building from deep within. Pressing a finger into herself she whimpered slightly, taking a moment to feel her self clench around her own finger. Wondering what it would be like if it was Daryl's cock instead. The thought alone made her walls clench and her clit throb with need.

Unable to stop herself now, Carol took her finger and ran it up to her clit, using her own fluids to moisten the area, her finger went slow at first, her hips arching up to meet herself in and age old dance. One she knew all the steps to. She wondered if Daryl would be so verse with her needs and desires. How hard she liked it, how soft, when and where to press. She doubted it, but she also knew if he were here with her, she would not be so silent. Rubbing herself now with more force Carol chewed the inside of her cheeks, panting her way though the pleasure. It built until she felt the tell tale tingles down her spine. Backing off quickly Carol was determined to make this last, keeping herself on the edge, she thought about Daryl's eyes, and how sometimes she had caught him looking at her. Once, maybe twice she had seen desire in his eyes, how they roamed her body before he realised she was looking. In those moments she thought they might have a chance. But he always ran away, always had an excuse to leave and she never had the chance to follow up on the moment. His eyes right before he was caught were what she thought of now. How black they were, how dilated, she wondered if he had been hard. She had been too scared to look at the time, but now she imagined he had been. Her finger started moving more vigorously again, and all of a sudden she was there, cresting a wave that didn't seem to want to end. Carol was silent though her orgasm, but she felt his name slip between her clenched lips as she came. Knowing that unless someone was standing outside her room at that moment, the whispered name would have gone unheard by any one but her.

Daryl was still panting as she came, he could do nothing but watch her, his hand on his cock as her eyes squeezed shut and his name fell off her lips. When he had walked passed earlier he had taken a quick look inside, seeing that the curtain wasn't fully closed he thought about popping into see her. When he noticed her unclothed state he quickly retreated into the shadows. His cock immediately rock hard. He cursed the weather, blaming it on the heat rather than his growing desire for his best friend. With every intention of creping passed and taking care of himself, he was stopped again by a soft moan and the obvious intentions of Carol's hand.

He knew he shouldn't watch, he didn't want to invade her privacy like that, no what he really wanted to do was go in there and swap her hand for his. He was routed to the spot however. His hand stroking his now rock hard cock above his jeans. As it went on, he took a step towards her cell, knowing that he was taking a big risk he stepped back again, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. When he thought she was about to come he almost unloaded himself right into his underwear. Then as she slowed down again he thought that now was his chance. Abandoning his dick he moved forward reaching out to edge back the curtain. His hand was shaking with nerves, his palms sweaty as he heard Carol moan deep in her belly and his name fall off her lips. He peaked round the curtain stepping back into the shadows and saw that she had finished. She was reaching for the book which had dropped onto the floor. His moment had passed, he still had a ranging hard on, but Carol was done for the night. Daryl crept to his cell quickly his fist making contact with the mattress in frustration. Another opportunity wasted. He sat down hard thinking about punishing himself by not jacking off, but his hand was already on his hard Cock. As he thought about Carol he undid his pants and allowed himself the freedom his cock required. Daryl knew he would have to do something about this soon, and now he knew she had been thinking of him his confidence was at an all time high.

"Not this time Carol, but almost." Daryl said as he slipped into his own oblivion.

END?

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