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First Time, Again

Carol put on her robe and left her bedroom door open. She was nervous but determined to go through with what she had promised Daryl. Fear had kept her from leaving Ed and fear cast a long shadow. She had moved forward in some parts of her life but the memory of her life with Ed had kept her from trusting any man enough to be intimate with him. And then she met Daryl.

Daryl was an enigma. He could talk so tough but he was the kindest man she ever knew. He was closed off in so many ways but he had opened himself up for her and Sophia. She trusted him not to hurt her and she wanted to be with him.

Eric had teased her this afternoon, "So is tonight the big night?"

She was still behind at work from being out with Sophia and she had looked over at him, "What big night?"

Eric grinned, "The night that you two make the beast with two backs. Sophia is better and you have the heavy lifting finished at the house. So are you and The Daryl going to make whoopee tonight?"

"Fuck off". My mother would send me to my room for using that word. Maybe tonight should be the night. Mom, I am going to my room with Daryl tonight. I wouldn't look if I were you.

"Oooh, I have hit a nerve. Words of advice. Make him use a condom. The man slept with Tiffany not long ago. No sex without protection." Eric gave her a pat on the back. "It isn't just sex with him. He adores you. So go be adored." Sophia is asleep. I am ready to go be adored. And some other stuff.

Daryl was waiting at his bedroom door and he held up a long strip of condoms, "Like a boy scout, I am prepared." If he thinks we need that many condoms then he better be prepared to use the last ten on somebody else.

He took her hand and led her to living room couch. Daryl had been googling how to teach someone to swim. First step was to take them to the shallow end of the pool. The bed represented the deep end. "Let's just hang out here a while."

They sat down side by side and Daryl put his arm around her and leaned in for a slow sweet kiss. Carol closed her eyes and kissed him back. He pushed her robe off and she put her hand on his arm as he kissed her again. Carol squeezed his arm as he trailed a kiss to her eat and traced her ear with his tongue.

"Gotta tell you something." He muttered. No, you really don't. Talking isn't your forte. Kissing you got. Let's not talk. Seriously, don't talk anymore.

"Okay," But I really hope you do the ear thing again. Like now.

"I have big scars on my back from where my father beat me with his belt." Daryl pulled away from her. "I usually don't take off my shirt." There goes the whoopee.

Carol put her hands on each side of his face, "Take your shirt off." She kissed his mouth and rubbed her face against his. "You aren't the only one who feels vulnerable here."

"It ain't pretty." Damn, men and their man pain. I'm an old fashioned girl. No foursomes. Took all my courage to do this with Daryl. Don't need anyone else in that bed.

"They don't have any place here tonight. Just you and me tonight. They got their pleasure out of our pain when they were alive. They are dead but think how it would pain them to know how we much pleasure we can give to each other." Now move your ass on to the next page. The one in which I am screeching in ecstasy and you are moaning my name.

Daryl kissed her again, "I want to give you pleasure. Tell me what you like." Damn, a pop quiz. I'm really better at telling you what I don't like.

"Did you watch "Outlander"? I like what happens between Jamie and Claire." I've seen your cable bill. You have Starz. Jamie even has scars on his back. Didn't slow him and Claire down.

Daryl laughed, "Are you going to be fantasizing about Jamie?" Jamie means nothing to me now. He is so last season, but it was good while it lasted.

"I've been fantasizing about you. Wanting it to be real." Just be half as good as my fantasies.

"Let's go in the bedroom. Think you are ready for the deep end." He stood up and pulled her toward him. He took off his shirt and kissed her. "You'll be saying Jamie who after tonight."

"I certainly hope so."

Daryl shut the bedroom door and pulled off his pants. He was wearing boxers and it was almost painfully clear that he was way ahead of her in this. Slow down, sailor.

"You want candles. I have candles." Daryl wants this to be right. Can you believe that he went to a store and bought candles and condoms? More condoms than candles but he has five packages of toilet paper in the pantry. He stocks up. Never know when condoms are going to start disappearing off of convenience store shelves.

He lit the candle while she sat down on the bed. "You ready?" Not quite as ready as you are, but I am getting there.

He crawled over on the bed. "Come here, Carol." She slid down beside him and he kissed her again. His tongue traced her lips and their kiss deepened. His hand moved to her breast and began to knead the nipple and he bent and sucked it gently at first and then harder. His cock was pressed up against her and she wanted to feel him inside her. I have been wanting that for a long time and just wouldn't admit it.

Carol kissed his chest and bit at his nipple and Daryl groaned, "You're going to kill me. Don't stop."

Soon his hand was between her legs and he murmured in her ear, "You are so warm and wet. You do want me." More than Claire wants Jamie.

He stroked her clit with his rough fingers and she moaned, "That feels so good." Don't stop, go faster,

He laughed again, "Let me take you where you want to go." He sucked and nipped his way down between her legs and he took his fingers away and before she could mourn their loss he had replaced them with his tongue and his mouth. She bucked into his mouth and he hummed against her most sensitive member and increased his pace and she came in his mouth.

She gasped for breath, and he soothed her for a few moments by holding her and then he moved aside and got out a condom, tore it open, and put it on his erect cock. He moved over her again and carefully entered her. He slid in easily and he pushed himself all the way in. He thrust in again and he moved her hand between her legs, "Touch yourself". He thrust a few more times and she felt the pressure mount to come again. Don't stop, go faster. Daryl pumped a couple of times and then he groaned and he rolled off of her. Game over. That isn't the way it works. You are supposed to be a sex machine. Tireless and perfect.

Daryl's breathing began to slow, "Sorry about that. Next time will be better." He laughed, "I shot my wad like a virgin." He's Daryl. Not a robot. God, he's beautiful lying there all sweaty and naked. And he buys his condoms in bulk and in a size large.

Carol kissed his mouth and could taste herself on him. She laughed with him. "I guess we got that first time over… really fast."

He laughed again, "Come on, now. First time I saw you naked. One look and I lost my concentration. I'll make it up to you." It isn't just the sex that has me hooked. It is that I feel so damn comfortable laughing and talking with Daryl after we had sex. I still like him and trust him and now I want to do that again. Only for a lot longer.

It wasn't long before they began to kiss again. They were both more relaxed and this time she climaxed with him inside her.

TWDTWDTWD

The next two months were the happiest in Carol's life. She and Daryl moved back to her house when it was finished. They gave a party to celebrate finishing the house. Daryl used the grill on the newly built back deck like a pro. There was lots of food and drink and a good time was had by all. It would have all been perfect if Carol could only believe that it would last forever.

Daryl's house was their next project. Daryl and his friends did all the heavy lifting. Carol concentrated on redoing the kitchen and Daryl redid the bathrooms. Most of Daryl's furniture was stored in his basement. The work was going well and by the middle of June it was finished.

Their house was decorated with a mixture of his and her furniture. Daryl wasn't giving up his television, recliner, and lamp. Their bed was from Daryl's house and had belonged to his aunt. They searched antique stores and went to a few auctions and soon their house was finished.

Carol was busy at work when her phone beeped to signal a text from Daryl. She suppressed a grin. Daryl had seduced her this morning into an early morning romp and she had nearly been late for work. He had kissed her goodbye and left with Sophia who was taking a summer school course in computers. Daryl didn't text often but she had kept every text on her phone. Her first thought was that it was too long. Daryl usually just texted, "I love you".

This time was different. This time he broke her heart. "Carol, I have to go. I have promises to keep and I am moving on. We made good house together, but it's over. Don't look for me."

Most of his things were gone from their house. He left the television but took the lamp that she had bought him. She put up a brave front for Sophia, but cried herself to sleep every night for weeks. Then she put her house up for sale and began to look for a small farm in the country. Daryl had moved on and she couldn't live in this house without him. This was the house that they had created together. Too many memories here. She was moving on too.

AN

Dodges cyber stones. Come on you must have known that sooner or later the siren call of Merle would break up their happy home.

You'll understand why Daryl dumped her so firmly in the next chapter.

Be kind.

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