I've never met a girl like you
Edwin Collins- A girl like you
Daryl woke up with a start and sat up on bed. The fan was blowing and the sweat was sticking to his skin along with the sheet that covered his body. It was hot as fuck out and even with the windows open and the fan he was sweating like a pig. Summer in Georgia, fucking great.
He looked around the room and realized a few things. One it was the middle of the night, two he had the dream again and three his dick was hard as a rock and in his hand.
A few times a week he had this dream at night and during the day it just became a fantasy that he would daydream about. It was always the same dream, it was always about her.
Carol, who drove the Jag, that his brother worked on, and was about ten years older than him. The one who ordered pizza sometimes, from the restaurant he worked at.
This time in the dream she blew him in the kitchen of her condo, but sometimes in was on the couch. Sometimes she took him into her bedroom, it always ended the same way. They fucked each other's brains out.
But it was only a dream.
He sighed audibly, he would never get that lucky in real life. He was destined to whacking off, thinking about this girl he didn't have a snowballs chance in hell with.
She wasn't even a girl, he was sure she was thirty at least. Not a girl at all, she was a grown women. And hot as fuck.
Why did he have to be into older women and her in particular?
Merle had asked her out a few months ago and she had said she wasn't dating anyone right now. She was divorced just under a year and told Merle maybe some other time.
Daryl knew he'd never get back to sleep unless he jerked off so he laid back down on the pillows and closed his eyes trying to conjuror up the images that haunted his dreams.
Images of Carol, on her knees, of her lips around his dick, of her tongue licking him, of his hands in her red hair. Images and imaginings of how it would feel to be inside her.
It took him all of two minutes of vigorous fantasizing and jerking his dick until he came all over his stomach, letting out a deep groan, careful not to wake Merle, who was asleep in the next room.
He reached down on the floor for an old t-shirt and wiped himself off, tossing it back on the floor he rolled over, closed his eyes and fell back asleep.
This time he didn't dream.
/
It was Saturday and on Saturday he helped Merle in the shop, he rode his bike into work that morning and Merle was already there his legs sticking out from underneath none other than Carol's Jag. Perfect, just perfect, he wasn't getting shit done today now.
He walked by and kicked Merle's foot as he went to his tool box.
"What's this thing doing here?" He said
"Oil change and the check engine light won't go off, Carol said it's running like shit too." Merle answered.
"Typical for British." Daryl replied.
"I told her we'd have it done today, so get me some Pennzoil g quarts and the computer so I can find out what's up with these engine lights." Merle called from under the car.
"You still trying to get with her?" Daryl asked.
"Nah, I met this girl Andrea down at Dale's gonna take her out tonight so let's move it I wanna get out of here on time.
Carol's car was done by three pm and Merle was washing his hands while Daryl cleaned up the tools. All Merle talked about all day was Andrea and their date that night. The music on the radio couldn't even drown it out. He was thrilled about his date and Daryl was happy for him.
"Ok, brother we are done for the night, Carol said she was getting a ride over here to pick up Christine over there, so I'm out."
Daryl's head swung around at that statement.
"What?"
"I got to go, lock up after she leaves."
And with that Merle was gone. Fucking great. Daryl could never keep a straight face around her and he desperately needed Merle as a buffer. Or better yet he needed to just not be here at all.
But that wasn't happening.
She had offered him Iced Tea once a few weeks ago when he delivered pizza to her house but he stupidly said no thank you and left really fast.
The other guys at the pizza place said she never offered them anything and barely opened the door. But Daryl, she offered a drink and invited him in.
But he was a stupid ass and said no thanks.
He just couldn't look at her without getting extremely turned on and it was embarrassing. He thought she knew it too and that horrified him.
There was no way she could know about the dreams, but he was sure his awkwardness around her gave him away every time.
He pulled off his coveralls and was now clad in jeans and a worn out t-shirt. His usual attire in and out of work.
He walked into the office and went behind Merle's desk to get the bill for her and he suddenly had a sensation of not being alone, and he smelled perfume. He turned around and there she was.
"Hey Daryl." Carol said smiling at him from the door way. "Christine done?"
He turned around trying to hide the fact that she startled him. "Just getting your bill Carol."
"Great, thanks." She held up a bottle of iced tea. "Thirsty?"
He felt all the blood drain out of his head and go south. Thirsty? He was fucking dehydrated at this point. But iced tea wasn't going to help him. Every time he looked at her he was thirsty for her, he wanted to touch her so badly, he could taste it. He walked around to the front of the desk and she stepped into the office.
"Daryl, are you ok? You look pale, I'm a nurse you know, I…."
He felt like he was underwater now, drowning in his own mind. She was a nurse, he hadn't known that. Now he would be dreaming of her in a white uniform and high heels, he just knew it, great just great.
'I'm fine." He answered, leaning against Merle's desk, crossing his legs casually hoping it would steady him. He was breaking out in a sweat. "Here's your bill Carol."
"Daryl, can I ask you something?"
He nodded. "Sure, guess so." He shrugged.
"Do I make you nervous?" She asked. "Because you seem a little..."
What the fuck he thought to himself, maybe if he said yes it would free him. Maybe he would feel better.
"I dunno." He shrugged.
She smiled at him then and he swore he had never seen such a beautiful smile. It didn't make him feel better though, it made his heart like to beat right out of his chest.
"How long have we known each other Daryl?" Carol asked.
"Few years I guess, why?"
"Aren't we friends?" She asked walking closer to him. "You've been delivering pizza to me and Merle's been keeping Christine running for me. For a long time."
He shook his hair out of his face and she was struck by how older he looked now. His hair was blonde and his eyes a deep blue. He was adorably shy around her and she suspected he wasn't usually as tongue tied around others as he always was with her.
It was so endearing. He was the sweetest man she had ever met. He was a man, not the seventeen year old kid who used to deliver pizza in his brothers truck anymore.
He had grown up and quite nicely. He must be twenty by now, nine years younger than she. The age difference didn't seem so bad now that he was older.
"Yeah, sure, we're friends." He said as she put down the two bottles of iced tea she had on the desk next to him. He watched her eyes as he answered her
"I brought some iced tea since you ran off the other week." She said. "Do I make you nervous?"
He groaned out loud, embarrassed that he had done that. He was still kicking himself in the ass for it. She did make him nervous, purely because he was afraid he was going to get a hard on one day from being around her.
Stop thinking about your dick, stupid.
He reached for his pack of cigarettes and lit one, trying to calm himself down. He heard the music playing in the garage.
I've never met a girl like you before.
"I'm sorry Carol, Tyreese gets pissed if we take too long on deliveries."
"Oh ok I understand, so you have time now, or…do you have a date?"
He blushed crimson from his neck to the tips of his ears. He looked down at his feet and then back up at her. He hadn't been on a date in months.
"I don't have no date." He said suddenly thinking there was something going on here that he wasn't aware of. The air was suddenly crackling with electricity, and he felt the hair on his arms stand up.
"Then, I'm your date right now." She said hoisting herself up onto Merle's desk. It was then that he realized she had on a skirt and a pair of flat shoes. Her tank top was purple this time, not red like in his dream.
She opened the iced tea and handed it to him. "Here, I don't want you to be thirsty."
He took a sip and swallowed loudly. "Carol, I don't understand."
"You like me, I know, and I like you."
He shook his head, he could not believe she had just said that, he pinched himself, no he was awake this time.
She reached over and caught him by his belt loops, pulling him over so that he was between her legs.
"So what do you think?" She looked up at him wondering if she was making a big mistake. Maybe she had read him wrong, maybe she was being too forward.
She barely got the word out and he crashed his mouth down on hers and she couldn't believe what a great kisser he was. She expected him to be inexperienced and awkward but he was far from it. He moved his mouth against hers like he had been doing it all his life and when his tongue swiped across her lips she opened up to him with a moan of exquisite pleasure.
He reached down to her legs and pulled her against him, but never stopped kissing her and he was so good at it she felt her neurons firing one after the other down her spine. Her whole body was on high alert.
"Here or do you want to come to my place?" She said when they finally came up for air and he already had her by the hand and pulling her through the door and out towards the garage where his bike was.
/
He locked up and they left Christine in the garage. He flew down the road two miles to her house with her on the back of the bike like a bat out of hell.
He simply told her to hang on and she did. They ran together up the stairs to her condo, she opened the door and he was on her before she got the door closed.
"Come-on." She took him by the hand. "Let's take a shower."
Daryl pinched himself again, hard in the leg as she was leading him down the hallway and into the bathroom.
This was not a dream. He was very definitely wide awake. She pulled off her shirt as he was pulling hers off and then she turned to turn on the water to warm it up. They shucked off the rest of their clothes and he followed her into the shower.
The water felt magnificent on his body after working all day and he closed his eyes as it ran over him. She grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up her hands turning to him she leaned up and kissed him again.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back with everything he had.
She took her hands and rand them over his chest and shoulders, while looking into his eyes. Then her hands started to travel lower.
He let out a sigh and let the water run over him as he looked at her. All he wanted to do is touch her, he tentatively reached for her breasts and groaned at the feel of them. He took some soap from her hands and rubbed his hands over her.
He was amazed at how hard her nipples got from his touch and the way her eyelids fluttered. He watched her face flush and it was so much, so much at one time.
For all the great kissing he did, this was his first pair of breasts.
He fell back against the tile at the feelings he was having and then she had his dick in her hand. Her hand was soapy and warm and he was going to die from the pleasure of it.
He was a virgin, Carol suspected by the complete look of awe on his face and the gentle way he was touching her.
She stroked her soapy hand over the length of him and looked up at him for approval.
"Good?"
He nodded looking completely blown away by what was happening as she pumped her hand a little harder and a little faster and he looked panicked momentarily. He was going to come any second like a school boy and he was trying to stop it, she knew.
"It's ok." She said kissing him. "Let it go." She kissed him again and whispered against his lips. "Let it go. I want it Daryl."
He leaned against the tile and forced himself to keep his eyes open to look at her. She was beautiful with the water running all down her body, like an angel, he thought to himself.
It was something, really to be standing in the shower with the girl of his literal dreams. This was no dream because he could feel the water flowing down his back and her hand on his dick.
It was real, it was heaven on earth.
Carol showing up today and bringing him back to her house, into the shower with her had his head spinning all different ways.
This kind of thing didn't happen in real life and certainly not to him. He pinched himself again and ran his hand through his hair.
His hair was wet, this was no dream.
He slept with one girl back at school but he had been so drunk he didn't remember it hardly at all. Girls his age didn't do it for him, they never had. he was always the kid who wanted to bang the babysitter. The older woman.
Carol did it for him, in spades. He would remember this night for the rest of his life. She was so beautiful and so out of reach, he thought.
She was still whispering to him telling him to come and he was so afraid it was a dream and he'd wake up with his dick in his hand again.
She kissed him again. "Come on Daryl, I know you want to come."
He couldn't stop it now if he wanted to not with the way she was talking to him. He looked at her through the beads of water in their faces,
"Carol…I'm…" He never got the rest of the words out, his head flew back against the tile, and it hurt he noted, not a dream. This was so much better he thought as he let go and came all over her hand.
He rode it out and when it was over he wrapped his arms around her and then he was kissing her the way he always wanted to, hot and dirty.
/
He was like a kid on Christmas day with a new toy and Carol was mystified at the way he worshiped her body. He touched her with reverence, as if she was a precious thing. When they made it back to the bed he was sweet and eager.
He wasn't drunk this time and for someone who didn't have a whole lot of experience Carol wasn't really in the role of teacher like she thought she would be.
She had told him to do what feels good and she was not unhappy with the way he used his hands and mouth. He kissed and licked every inch of her body like an expert and even though he was awestruck by the whole thing, he pulled two orgasms out of her in a row.
That was before he got inside her, and finally when that happened neither one of them was ready for the rush it brought along with it.
He pinched himself again and pulled her over on top of him, resting his hands on her hips as she met him thrust for thrust, until she collapsed on top of him in a heap of sweat and bonelessness.
She lifted her head after a few minutes and looked at him.
"Daryl, are you all weirded out now by this?"
"Fuck no. Are you? Do you want me to leave?"
"No." She whispered. "I want you to stay, and I'm so hungry."
/
They ordered Chinese food because there was no way he was having Shane or Rick deliver a pizza there.
It didn't matter though because in the next building someone ordered mozzarella sticks and an antipasto and Rick Grimes saw his best friend's motorcycle in the parking lot where Carol's Jag usually sat.
The text messages started.
Yo where are you? Your bike is at Woodland view, Merle got it? I can swing over and pick you up. I get off at eleven we can hang a while.
No. I can't.
You son of a bitch, I fucking knew it.
Shut the fuck up Grimes.
You're at Carol's, holy fucking shit.
I gave her a ride home, the Jag is busted again.
It's fucking ten o'clock at night you asshole. What kind of ride you giving her now?
I'm not even kidding you tell anyone Imma kick your ass.
Daryl turned to Carol as they sat up in bed. "M'sorry, Rick saw my bike out front. He won't tell anyone though, don't worry."
"I don't care. Which one is Rick?" She asked.
"Tall and dark hair." He said.
"That's all of them except you and I don't even know which is which."
He started to laugh. "They aint going to like that."
"Well I know Glenn, with the baseball cap and you, cause you're cute."
She ran her hand through his hair.
"Carol you don't even wanna know the shit that goes down around there when you order a pizza, it's like a fucking smack down to see who gets to bring it."
She smiled and laughed.
"I'm glad it was you a lot." She said.
"I cheat at rock, paper scissors." He looked over at her blushing.
"When does school start up again, when do you go back."
"Not till August."
"It's May now." She said crawling over onto his lap. "We could have a really sweet summer."
He pulled her close, she was warm in his arms. Real this time. He brought his hands up into her hair and his lips to hers. And it was the sweetest kiss she had ever been given.
/
His phone was ringing off the hook, he hit the decline button three times, but he knew who it was. It was midmorning on Sunday, he and Carol had finished the Chinese food and then spent the rest of the night before learning each other. They slept later than they wanted to and were both passed out cold when it started to ring the hour before.
Daryl reached over on the nightstand and picked it up rolling over to take Carol in his arms. He kissed the top of her head as he answered the phone.
"Lo." He said.
And Merle's voice could be heard all through the room. "Where the fuck are you and why is Christine still in my shop?"""
A?N: I hope you liked this, there might be more. Let me know what you think.