"Yahtzee," Carol exclaimed with delight, staring down at the five dice, all with six dots showing.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Daryl said, somewhat exasperated. "We have played five games and you've got eight Yahtzees." He scribbled her score on the pad of paper. "You must be cheating somehow," he grumbled.
The two of them were both slightly competitive in general so when they met in solo competition it tended to get serious. It was rather amusing to Carol because they were incredibly supportive of each other when it came to personal situations but a game of cards or billiards or even a night of drinking often turned into all-out war, though still in good humour. Bragging rights became very important.
"Yeah, like I can control the outcome of the dice on a hard, flat surface, let alone a bouncy air mattress," Carol drawled sarcastically. "Besides, stop whining you big baby, you've won three games."
"Well I certainly didn't win this one," Daryl shot back, when he finished adding the scores. "I guess that means we're tied now. Three games each." Carol started to put away the game. "What are you doing? We have to play the grudge match."
"I think we should just leave it as a tie for once," Carol replied. "I'm not up for one of your hissy fits when I win."
"Hissy fits?" he huffed. "I do not have hissy fits."
"Don't worry," Carol smiled at him. "They're very manly."
"Okay little miss ice queen," Daryl said in a challenging tone.
Carol looked up from putting away the game, "What is that supposed to mean?"
Daryl met her eyes, "When you lose you won't talk to me for a solid hour. Every time."
"I don't do that..." A look of skepticism from Daryl ended her argument. "Do I? Really?" He was nodding. "Hmm. Who knew?" Daryl raised his hand and she giggled. Carol finished packing up the game. "It's still raining," she commented, listening to the droplets pelting the tent. The storm ended some time ago, but it had been raining continuously since. "What are we gonna do now?" she sighed. It was hot and getting a bit stuffy. She really wanted to get outside for a bit.
"I have ideas," Daryl said, sliding a hand up her bare leg and moving to the inside of her thigh. Carol was wearing panties and one of his T-shirts.
"Mmm, sounds lovely but we can't," Carol replied, stopping his advance. "Unless you can find another condom hiding in that wallet of yours?"
Daryl shook his head sadly, "Nope, I only had the one." He scooted a bit closer. "You're clean right?"
"Of course I am," Carol sighed. It was a valid question yet she still found it insulting he had to ask. "But there's no way I'm risking getting knocked up," she added quickly. "Sophia is a teenager… I'm in no way interested in diapers and zero sleep again." It wasn't the absolute truth… there were parts of her that missed Sophia being little. When she saw a brand new baby or held someone else's child she ached for another one. But it was usually only for a moment and she was over it.
Daryl gave her an evil smile, "you won't get pregnant if I stick it in the right place." He instantly flushed, clearly unsure of how she was going to take his suggestion and his forwardness.
"Oh God, no, there's is nothing right about putting anything up there," Carol replied, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "What is with this male obsession with that?"
Daryl shrugged. "I don't know... Don't knock it til you've tried it." He added, looking hopeful.
"What makes you so sure I haven't tried it?" Carol said, blinking at him, a look of innocence on her face. She was trying really hard not to let him get the upper hand in their flirting. Her competitive side was lurking and it was making her a bit crazy that he was still outplaying her even though she'd barely ever seen this side of him before the trip.
"Well if you have he did it wrong," Daryl stated, his confidence still going strong. "Or you would want it, trust me."
"I would trust you with a lot of things, but this is not one of them," Carol said shaking her head. "I like sex, a lot, but I'm not into the porn star stuff. No anal, no jizzing all over my face..."
Daryl was momentarily stunned by her words, but he recovered quickly. "What? Come on," he whined. He was half kidding and half serious.
"Seriously, tell me you would enjoy have warm slime squirted all over your face, trying not to breathe so you don't snort it up your nose or get any in your mouth because it tastes like... It tastes like..." Carol couldn't think of a damn thing to compare it to. "Well it tastes like cum," she laughed.
"Imagine that, cum tastes like cum," Daryl snorted. He was already laughing at her rant by that point. "But wait, you said you like giving blow jobs..." He looked disappointed.
"Oh I do, but I never said I like swallowing," Carol explained with a shiver. The truth was, the thought of swallowing made her feel sick to her stomach. She liked the element of control she felt giving oral sex, knowing she could increase or completely remove a man's pleasure in a split second. "Wouldn't you rather finish with fucking anyway?" she asked. "Like having your cake and eating it too."
Daryl nodded then shifted uncomfortably and adjusted himself through his boxers. Just talking about sex had him completely aroused. It wasn't a topic they had ever really got into in all the years they had known each other - other than a few well timed crude jokes of course. But Carol knew exactly how he was feeling. She prayed the condom stork would fly by and drop off a box so they could fuck again. Her mind drifted to that moment earlier when she watched Daryl stroke himself a few times. It was so sexy. It had always been a bit of a fetish of hers to watch guys jerk off. She caught his eye and gave him a lusty stare. "I want to watch you," she said quickly, before she lost the nerve. "Let's do it together," she added, slipping off her panties, already damp with moisture. She pulled off the tshirt too, enjoying the relief of being naked in the heat of the tent.
"Jesus," he groaned as he worked off his boxers. "You shoot down some seriously fun stuff then hit me with something so fucking hot…" He looked at her as he reached for his dick, "If I had known all this time…"
"It still would have taken you almost 5 years to get in my pants," Carol finished for him. "Now stop talking Daryl, and give me a good show." Her heart started to thud and she felt slightly dizzy with desire as Daryl took a firm grasp of his stiff cock and started to slowly tug on it. Her hand slipped down over her tummy, lower, over her mound and between her legs as she watched him. His eyes were fixed on her fingers as they slid into her wet slit - just as her eyes were locked on his hand wrapped around his dick, gliding smoothly. She could see the throbbing veins as he worked his fist up and down. Carol pushed two fingers inside herself, sighing deeply while he moaned watching her.
She continued to focus on what he was doing and matched his pace exactly. As Daryl's hand slid down his cock she pushed her fingers deep, lifting her hips to meet her hand. When he
moved back up she pulled her fingers out and relaxed her ass back down onto the mattress. They continued for a while and Carol noticed him testing her by speeding up and slowing down to see if she would follow suit, which she did every time. When he reached for his balls Carol brought her fingers out, drawing moisture up to her clit, where she worked it in tiny circles. Watching him was making her wild with desire to fuck him, but she continued to touch herself, knowing it wouldn't be much longer for either one of them.
She felt the familiar build creeping up so much faster than ever before. "Oh God, Daryl, don't stop," Carol panted, struggling to keep her eyes open. The desire to see him won out until that moment she just couldn't hold on any longer. "Oh fuck," she cried out, in a high pitched squeal. "Daryl..." She was hit by a tidal wave of ecstasy and pulled under, reeling, drowning, but enjoying every second of it.
"Motherfucker," she heard him grunt, opening her eyes just in time to see him ejaculate, cum squirting out onto his chest, belly, and oozing out the tip onto his hand. Carol felt her body shudder, as the last of the orgasm fleeted. There was still a light throb between her legs every once in a while, reminding her of the experience. She took a long deep breath, stretched and sighed, then reached for the toilet paper to hand Daryl to clean up.
"Hey, I think the rain stopped," Carol commented, walking naked to door and unzipping the tent to peek out. She turned back to Daryl and smiled. "Get dressed Sunshine, we're going back to town." He rolled out of bed and started to grope around for clothes. "You never did answer me, by the way. Why exactly are guys so obsessed with anal?"
"Try it and I'll tell you," Daryl challenged her. She bit her lip to hide the smile that was threatening to bust out. This new Daryl was fascinating and he was doing such a good job of keeping up the act, but she knew him - so well - and she knew it wasn't easy for him. Eventually she would find out what was going on and she knew it was going to make the sex very different… so Carol decided she would play along for a little longer, enjoy the change… and then she was going to enjoy having her best friend back again in a whole new way.
Carol walked over and gave him a long, sexy kiss, then responded to his challenge, "Hmm, guess I'll never know."