Okay back for chapter 2. Back over with my BF so updates might be slow. But to explain a bit. There will be some time between post end of the world with these journal flashbacks. Trust me Daryl will make a real appearance and more will be written about Bailey's journey.
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little red riding hood cover amanda seyfried
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good.
You're everything a big bad wolf could want.
Listen to me.
Little Red Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone.
Owooo!
What big eyes you have,
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.
What full lips you have.
They're sure to lure someone bad.
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.
I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Until I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone.
Little Red Riding Hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't.
What a big heart I have-the better to love you with.
Little Red Riding Hood
Even bad wolves can be good.
I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side.
Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place.
Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything that a big bad wolf could want.
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She flinched at each rasp the wheel of the cheap Bic lighter made as she tried to light it. But her dirty hands and fingers were shaking so much that it seemed impossible to hold a flame. Bailey didn't even know why she had the cigerette pinched between her lips. She had'nt smoked, not once.
Bailey had saw the red and white cartons behind the counter at Jasper's. His cigerettes. Marlboro Red 100s. She just grabbed as many cartons as she could. Along with any food was left on the shelves and other useful items. Like gas cans that she filled at the pump and water. Plenty of water.
After sucking in a long breath and making her thumb rigid she sparked a flame and ignited the cigerette. It was harsh and tasted bitter. Bailey coughed and blew out the smoke then took another hard pull. But it became easier after she lit another only a few minutes later.
It was late and exhaustion pushed the adrenaline from yesterday down. She had pulled the Camino off the highway, behind a large abandoned feed store and crawled into the back seat. Bailey taped a few black trash bags over the windows she took from the gas station and lit another cigerette. She pulled one of the black and white speckled journals, using the orange glow of the cigerette's cherry to read.
I don't know why I had been so nervous. Kirby had warned several times that it could hurt, but it wouldn't be that bad or last too long. And she had been right. It was more uncomfortable than painful. And that was surprising since he used the gold condom. But after a few minutes the awkwardness had gone away and...
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Daryl stood from the couch, blinking rapidly, as he processed her words.
Bailey grabbed the shirt from the floor and covered her chest and the white bra over it. She didn't dare look up at his expression, instead she fixated on the almost full ashtray on the coffee table (which was a small board of plywood held up by two cinder blocks). She got to her feet heading towards the front door, but his voice stopped her.
"Ya' don't have ta' leave." Bailey turned to face him, his electric eyes blazing in the dim lamp light coming from atop the stove in the kitchen.
She swallowed hard, trying to rid the lump in her throat to speak. "I just didn't th-think that you'd wa-want a-"
"A virgin?" He finished for her. "Ya' know how rare it is to find legal untouched pussy? In this shit town?"
Bailey bit into her lip and slowly let the shirt fall. He watched as she unbuttoned her white skirt, revealing matching cotton panties. Daryl came forward, making a full circle around before Bailey felt his thick, rough fingers on her back. The pounding of her heart against her ribs and the blood rushing behind her ears was deafening. But his low, gravely voice made everything silent as he spoke into her hair.
"I ain't gonna pop yer cherry on a god damn couch, get yer lil' ass in the bedroom."
She stepped out of her skirt and headed for the farthest door down the hall he had pointed out for her.
She took a minute to look around his room. Something telling her not many girls had seen it. His room. His one place of privacy.
He had a full size matress and box spring shoved into the far corner under a window that was covered by a dark brown quilt. The matress was covered in a white sheet and indigo comforter, the two pillows without shams and of course the bed was unmade. He had an egg crate with a cut out piece of cardboard on top to hold an oil lamp, ashtray, pack of cigerettes and a silver zippo lighter. His crossbow he used when hunting leaning against it. Clothes strewn across the hardwood. And then she saw the only thing on the panelled wall. A Playboy poster of a naked busty blonde. Bailey's face became hot when she let her eyes wander to between the models legs. Out for all the world to see as she was kneeling. The woman was bare...
Bailey never thought to shave there. Why didn't she ask Kirby about this?
She jumped as the door clicked shut when Daryl came into the room. Bailey spun around quickly, glancing at the poster one more time and hoping he wouldn't be grossed out by her pubic hair.
He was pulling out of his flannel and started for is belt. She twirled away again and ignored the playmate smiling cheekily on the wall. Her body trembled more with each sound he made. Buckle clinking, the tearing of his zipper and the loud clump of his boots hitting the floor. When he cleared his throat she looked over her shoulder to see him in a wife beater and off-white boxers.
Daryl came to stand right over her, her eyes resting at his chest. He took hold of her jaw, not necissarily gentle but not harshly. His eyes looked into each of her hazel ones, searching. Bailey's attention were on his lips. They weren't full, yet not really thin either. And several shades darker than hers. Dusty pink. Where her's were pale, like the rest of her, and thin.
"Yer sure ya' wanna do this?" he asked, a small smirk tugging at the corner his mole sat. Bailey glanced at the stupid poster again then looked up at him. She worried her lip and nodded. His smirk growing as he let her face go, but letting his eyes trail down her small, slender body. It made her shiver.
"Uh... mmm. M-my bag. Pro-" she stammered.
"Condoms, got it." He backed away, leaving to retrive her pack and came back, his half finished beer in his other hand. Bailey took it and sat on the end of his bed.
She spent more than enough time rummaging through her shoulder bag, knowing exactly where they were before pulling the four square foiled packets out and laying them on the sheet next to Daryl who was laying down chugging the rest of the can. Each had a color for its size. Bailey flushed bright red at his amused expression. Purple for small, lime green for medium, lemon yellow for large and gold for magnum. She didn't even know what it meant, but had a gut feeling it was what Daryl would choose.
When Kirby had brought up the subject of protection she had dumped a small draw full of them on to her bed. Dozens of colors and on each wrapper were words she wasn't familiar with. Magnum being one of them. Kirby found great entertainment of Bailey's confusion and embaressment. Some said ribbed, ultra thin and studded. She stayed far from those and just asked for a noral one. Kirby gave her the three of each size and sent her on her way.
He picked up the gold one and tossed the others in the paper sack he used for trash before setting her bag down and the magnum on the egg crate. Bailey sat still as he leaned forward and pulled her face to his. His kiss was different. Not rushed or demanding like all the other times they had kissed. No Daryl was being careful. He was coaxing her into relaxing, bringing her against him. Bailey was then in his lap as he moved his lips down over her throat. He continued to alternate the two, waiting for her body to lose its tension.
Bailey found her hands moving about his arms and chest without permisson, but what his mouth was doing made her forget her hands.
Finally Daryl moved to the hooks of her bra and felt Bailey stiffen slightly. He brought her straps down, making her stomach flutter and fingertips tingle. When her bra fell from the bed he looked at her modest sized breast and Bailey kept still as he took both into his large hands, but gasped as his fingers brushed her tiny pink nipples. They grew tight and Bailey felt warm shocks go straight between her legs.
Daryl took one into his mouth and laved at it gently. This made her hum and arch into the affection his tongue was giving. Then a full moan when one hand moved to touch over her panties. Bailey started rolling her hips, legs spreading to straddle his thighs.
She bit back a whimper as he pulled away and made quick work of removing his wife beater. Before she could get a glimpse of his skin, Daryl smothered her with a searing kiss and reached her underwear.
It didn't take much longer for them to both be completely bare, Daryl kneeling, ripping the wrapper with his teeth. But Bailey's eyes were glued to...it. The first one she's ever seen. It was sticking straight out at her, twitching and, and big. To be honest it scared her.
She watched him slide the condom on and gulped as he laid between her legs. Bailey took several loud breaths, feeling it hard, heavy and pulsing against her. She kept her eyes shut tightly until Daryl gave her a chaste kiss.
He was staring at her face as he took hold of himself and pressed forward.
Bailey waited for pain, agony, anything equally horrible. But the only thing she felt was a dull stretching and a bolt of fire. Nothing too terrifyingly painful. It just was uncomfortable. That soon passed when he made a few slow thrusts, spitting out a string of curses and short groans.
Daryl didn't stay in the gentle pace for long and Bailey began making more noises than she deemed appropriate. And his words were dragging more out of her.
"Fuckin' hell, girl," he rasped, pushing into a little forcefully. Daryl grunted and burried his face into her neck and tangle of hair. She gripped on to his short hair and shoulder, back lifting from the matress and earning a hard snap of his hips.
This sensation building in her underbelly was coiling tighter and tighter as he continued thrusting into her. She understood why Kirby had pushed her to do this. Why she talked so much about it. It was just... Oh God.
Daryl rubbed into the small nub beneath the light curls, putting all his weight into one forearm. Bailey's mouth fell slack as he worked her over. The familiar, yet new, circular motions caused her to go completely rigid and shutter. That coiled feeling unwraveling and exploding more intensly then when she had done this alone.
Bailey was gasping as he put both hands flat on each side of her and slammed harshly into her, feral growls and grunts ripping out from his gritted teeth. Daryl gave a final thrust, holding himself still before dropping his head , panting.
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She let her head fall back on the seat as the Camino sputtered and slowed on the highway. Of course this was her luck.
Bailey looked around the stretch of road and sighed. Nothing. She lit a cigerette and sat in the driver's seat and messed with the radio, receving only static.
It had to be late afternoon, the sun reaching the trees that lined the highway. Bailey had munched on a power bar and looked over the map more than once. The university was well over seventy miles from where she was and the last vehicle she saw was hours ago. She cursed Kirby for chosing to go so far for school.
Just as the sun was barely visible through the woods, Bailey heard the roar of a large engine growing louder. She looked through the windshield to see a monstrous rusted, red and white Dodge Ram with flood lights screeching to a stop in front of her.
When the doors on each side opened, Bailey let out a gush of air. People. Alive people.
She climbed out of the car and came forward.
The two men came toward her. One that was definately over a foot taller tha Bailey whistled and smiled. "Looky here, Gene. Got ourselves an angel."
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