Chapter 13
"Good morning." Bay smiled quietly and gently pushed some hair out of Daryl's eyes as he started to stir.
Daryl didn't reply right away. His eyes opened to little slits, squinting against the morning light that was blinding him a little. When he saw the smiling, make-up free and still a bit puffy from sleep looking face of his girl, a little smile broke out on his lips and his hand reached out to gently grip the back of her neck. "C'mere." he pulled her to his lips, immediately picking back up where they had left off the night before. He sucked on Bay's full bottom lip before he slid his tongue inside her mouth, languidly letting it glide along hers. "Mmmmmm... mornin'..." he rasped under his breath between kisses as he rolled her onto her back and laid on his side, his torso hovering over hers as he claimed her lips again and again.
Oh wow, he is killing me. He is such a good kisser! That she knew for sure, she had kissed two boys at parties before, after all. Neither of those two had kissed even remotely as passionately and lovingly as Daryl. But it wasn't simply passionate or loving, there were many more facets to his kisses. They were also playful and enticing, hot and electrifying, and deep and toe-curlingly intense. He had her head spinning more often than not. Not to mention what it did to her to feel his tongue slide across her skin and to have him suck on her neck. She never wanted him to stop, but they still had lives to live, and she had to seek out Erin and get some more answers and advice. She hoped she would find her at her parents' house after all. She wouldn't be able to ask all these questions she had in front of Sam. Not without dying from having all the blood in her body rush to her head. Death by blushing... yeah, that would definitely happen if Erin's boyfriend would be present during the little naughty-themed Q&A.
"I need to get ready for church." Bay pulled back a little by pressing her head further into her pillow, and gently took hold of his face to keep him from kissing her again.
"Five more minutes." he nuzzled her nose and pressed a little kiss to the tip of it. His gorgeous blue eyes were twinkling mischievously and Bay knew, that it wouldn't be just five more minutes. However, she found herself agreeing anyway.
"Okay. Five minutes." she pulled his face down and kissed him while a little giggle escaped her. "Should I set the timer?"
"Nah,... I'll count down in my head." Daryl grinned, making Bay laugh.
"If you actually manage to do that, you're good. I can't even remember my name when you kiss me." she admitted it freely, but as soon as the words had left her mouth, she blushed a little, because she hadn't really meant to say that out loud.
Daryl grinned in response, but chose not to comment on her words. Not out loud at least. Maybe I can make ya forget about church, too. He bowed his head back down and coaxed her mouth open, by teasing the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips. Ma good little baby girl... Don't worry, kissing ya drives me fucking nuts, as well.
Five minutes turned into twenty minutes and soon Bay had to scramble to get ready so she wouldn't miss the service. Cleanliness was next to godliness, so she took an extremely quick shower and applied some body lotion at record speed. She winced when her hands rubbed over her neck and she stepped up to the mirror above the sink to take a look at what was causing the discomfort. Her eyes widened when she took in the way she looked. Daryl had absolutely ravaged her. Her neck now had a polka dot pattern, only that the polka dots were hickeys. It looked brutal, she couldn't believe that getting them had caused her so much pleasure, because it looked like the complete opposite. Daryl only had four or five, but Bay had at least twice as much, in all shapes and sizes. The amount of them surprised her, but it only confirmed that she had totally lost herself in the sensations and hadn't paid attention to the fact what it would look like in the morning... Or feel like. Surprise number two? These fuckers actually hurt a little. Not real pain, but like a bruise. They felt sore and tender. In the end they are bruises, I guess. "Okay, that solves the hair question. Definitely down, and I need a scarf." she mumbled to herself while she started getting dressed. She looked at her neck some more while she brushed her teeth. She was proud that she was wearing Daryl's marks, but it almost looked like someone had chocked her for a nice long while. She really wouldn't be able to go out looking like this without covering them up. Her old Sunday Dress thankfully had kind of a high collar, but she would still need a little scarf to cover up the rest.
Oh damn, sweetheart. Daryl's heart skipped a beat when Bay came out of the bathroom in her pretty dress and a pair of heels. Might have a thing for seeing her in skirts. And fucking heels. Shit, wish she really would have forgotten 'bout church. He thought she looked fantastic and seeing his marks littering her skin didn't hurt either. He thought that he must be more of a cave man than he'd thought, because manly pride filled him when he looked at her and he wouldn't mind giving the rest of her body the same treatment her neck had received. He loved the way her breath hitched and she started squirming a little when he licked her and sucked on her. He was craving to hear her moan his name. He couldn't wait to try to get her to that point. He knew it might be a little wrong, but he found himself even more turned on by her nervousness. Feeling her tremble, hearing her gasp and seeing those beautiful, large eyes look at him full of timidity, it all gave him a big fucking rush. It made him feel like a man. She had the wonderful talent of doing that without even trying. It made him feel like a man who knew what he was doing and who would be able to show her how it's done and who was able to make her feel good. The feeling was addictive and he was impatiently anticipating the moment when both of them would be back in this bed later today and go back to making out. Which brought him to his next question.
"When you gon' be back?"
"I don't know. Erin and I often lose track of time when we get to talking." Bay replied while she dug through her small closet, trying to find the black silky scarf she remembered having. "Shouldn't be too late. Early afternoon maybe?"
"Want me to pick you up later?"
"No, that's okay. You have fun with Pat." Bay smiled triumphantly when she had found the desired item and started tying it around her neck.
Daryl frowned while he watched her do it, not liking that she was covering up his masterpiece. "Whatchu doin'?"
"I don't have any concealer, so scarf it is. I can't go to church looking like a wild animal got a hold of me." Bay grinned teasingly and knelt down on the bed between his spread legs to give him a kiss goodbye.
"You don't like 'em?"
"I love them." Bay smiled and traced her fingertips softly over the ones she had given him, loving how she was raising goosebumps on his skin with her touch. "Just like these... " she leaned down and gently kissed one of them, making Daryl shiver slightly and grab her arms, squeezing her softly.
"That's evil, Bay. You're gonna leave in a minute."
"Sorry." she pressed the next kiss to his lips and sat back on her heels. "Hey umm... is it okay if I tell Erin? That we are... you know... like her and Sam?"
Daryl chuckled a little at that. It was funny how she was sometimes so incredibly brave and outspoken and then on other occasions, she wasn't even able to bring herself to say the word 'couple'. "Yeah, it's okay. Don't wanna hide it. Imma tell Pat, too. Everyone's gonna know next time we hang out with them, so nobody will ask stupid questions or look at us weird."
"That sounds good. I'm sorry, I gotta run. Literally." she gave him another kiss then she hurried out the door. "See you later! And don't forget to lock up!"
"Yeah. No worries." he waved a little and when she was gone, he flopped back down on the bed. He missed her already. The work week would not be any fun at all.
"Hey man! Long time no see!" Pat teased good-naturedly as Daryl entered the apartment for the first time in a couple of days.
"Ain't been that long." Daryl mumbled. "Hey." he nodded at Jessa, who was sitting in Pat's lap.
"Hi Daryl." she smiled. "Well, I have to get going, I have to help my Mum pack up."
"You gonna be okay, babe? If you two need help just call, alright?" Pat offered for the umpteenth time. He knew that Jessa was hurting because of her parents' divorce and he hated when she was sad and crying.
"Okay, but we'll be fine. Thank you." They kissed and Daryl used the opportunity to sneak off into the bathroom until Jessa had left. He didn't want her to be around when Patrick noticed the hickeys and Daryl would fess up. He gathered his shower things to bring back to Bay's, since he was there now most of the time and if he would spend the night here, he could just use Pat's stuff. When Daryl heard the apartment door close, he came back out of the bathroom with his toothbrush and bottles of shower gel and shampoo in hand. Pat laughed with his brows knit in a frown.
"Geez, you live with the girl now?" he looked up at Daryl's face, and that's when he finally noticed the dark, purple and red marks on his neck. There was no mistaking what those marks were, and the realization made a huge grin form on his lips. He got closer and acted like he was examining the love bites more closely, causing Daryl to blush and chew in his lip while he shifted his weight uncomfortably.
Here we go. Daryl thought with an internal sigh, but he figured he had the 'I told you so' coming. Here he'd denied liking 'that damn Bayanne girl' at all for weeks and now she was his girlfriend and he spent every free minute with her.
"No way... You dog, I knew it!" Patrick grinned. Then that grin vanished and he looked at him questioningly. "Wait... that was Bayanne, right?" he asked motioning towards the hickeys.
"Yeah... it was." Daryl mumbled with a nod and sighed deeply in preparation for what was to come. "Listen... we're ummm... I mean, me 'nd her... " Daryl stammered and Patrick was enjoying the show immensely. He knew exactly what Daryl was going to say, but he decided not to have mercy on him in that moment. He wanted to hear Daryl say it out loud.
"Yeah? You and her what?" he tried to fight the smug grin, but failed miserably.
The bastard knows exactly what. Daryl exhaled deeply and finally pressed out the words he wanted to say. "We're together now. Really, I mean."
Patrick kept grinning widely which had Daryl roll his eyes. "Let's hear it... I know you're gonna say it. Out with it. C'mon." Daryl waved his hands around in exasperation.
"I... fucking... told... you... so!" Patrick felt incredibly satisfied finally being able to say it, so he took his time and said each word slowly. "Man, I told you a million times. It was so fucking obvious ya wanted to be with her. Obvious to everyone but yourself."
"Yeah..." Daryl trailed off while he chewed his lip, not quite knowing what else to say.
Patrick slapped his hand down on Daryl's shoulder and shook him in a friendly gesture. "Honestly though? No bullshit... I'm fucking happy for ya, D. That's all I wanted for you, that's why we were pushing you two a little. But I see you made it work on your own. Damn proud, son."
"Stop." Daryl blushed and lightly jabbed his elbow into Pat's ribs.
"Looks like you got busy last night. Gone all the way?"
"Hell no. Ain't no damn rush, man."
"I know... but you two did do something." Pat smirked and pointed at Daryl's neck. "Little vampire, ain't she?"
"She looks way worse." Daryl said and wasn't able to suppress the proud little smile that forced itself onto his face.
"Ha! Awesome. Good for you, man." Patrick barked out a laugh. "Hey, man, don't worry 'bout anyone saying something. I'm serious when I say that everyone knew you guys were into each other. They're all gon' be happy for y'all. Ain't nobody gonna say shit."
"Good." Daryl mumbled and sat down on the sofa, finally relaxing a bit.
"So what you done? Just made out some?"
"Yeah." Daryl replied ever so monosyllabic. Patrick resorted to his old trick and walked into the kitchen and got out his baggie of pot and the rolling papers. Daryl thought that it might be a bit early for that, but then again, he had a couple of hours to kill until Bay would be back, and kicking back and relaxing before a long work week wouldn't hurt.
"You ain't in no hurry to rush back to her, are ya?" Patrick asked after they had both had a couple of hits.
"Nah. She's at church." Daryl replied and exhaled the smoke slowly.
"Hm... That's kinda hot." Patrick giggled slightly.
"Yeah. Tell me 'bout it." Daryl sighs. "She's... just fucking wow, man."
"Oh yeah? Like, how?" Patrick asked with a smile, happy that Daryl would open up a little, even if it was with a bit of help.
"She's got this damn brave side,... She ain't afraid ta speak her mind or rip me a new one. She's kinda wild in a way... and then she's so damn shy and nervous, all tremblin' and shit. And it's hot. Shouldn't think like that, I reckon, but the whole thing drives me fucking crazy. That she's both ya know? Shy and wild at the same time? Gets me hard so fast it feels like my dick is punching my fucking pants." Daryl mumbled and erupted into a giggle when he realized what he had said and the mental image began to form in his slightly hazy mind.
Patrick burst out giggling and shook his head. "That's hilarious, dude. Kinda scary, too. Need some tips on what to do with her?"
"Nah. I'm good. Don't need no advice about how to take care of my girl." Daryl mumbled and closed his eyes, the images of how to do it already filling his head.
Patrick just looked at him for a while with a big smile on his face. He really was happy for his best friend for finally having something, or someone, good in his life. He hoped that Bay and Daryl would be able to make it work for a long time.
"Nice scarf, Bay!" Erin looked suspiciously at the dark, silky piece of fabric that was adorning Bay's neck. Bay had been lucky that Erin had been home because it had been her parents' anniversary the night before and they'd had a family dinner.
"Thanks. It's old." Bay fumbled with the material, making Erin narrow her eyes even more, because she swore she saw something dark peek out close to Bay's ear.
"Take it off."
"Don't freak out!" Bay laughed quietly as she loosened the knot and pulled the black scarf off. Erin's eyes widened to the size of saucers and she inhaled forcefully, making a startled sound that sounded like a 'hhhhuuuuuuuurghhhhhh'.
"Oh my GOD! Bay, what the fuck?" Erin was shocked and didn't realize right away what it really was. It looked almost gruesome to her.
"It's nothing bad. It's just hickeys..."
"Hickeys?" Erin asked puzzled.
"Yes, just hickeys. We got a little carried away I'm afraid." Bay gingerly put her fingers to her neck with a dreamy smile. Feeling the soreness excited her deep down and she felt a little bit of that now familiar pull of arousal when she remembered how Daryl had given the love bites to her.
It took Erin a moment to put two and two together, but suddenly her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Noooooooo! Daryl? You and Daryl? Wooooohooooo!" Erin was cheering and Bay was laughing.
"Okay, didn't think you would be that happy about it."
"Of course I am! That's awesome, Bay. You two will be so good for each other. Wow and from the looks of it he already can't get enough of you!" Erin smiled and carefully pulled Bay's hand from her neck to take a closer look at her neck.
"It felt so nice, stopping him was the least thing on my mind."
"Did you guys do it?"
"Sex? No... but... well, that's why I'm here..." Bay cleared her throat and fidgeted with the scarf in her hands.
"He's not pushing you into it, is he?" Erin asked with a frown. If he had, then she had really misjudged Daryl. She hadn't thought that he would be the kind of guy to do that.
"No, no. He didn't. He is amazing. I am... um... You know, that I've never had sex on my mind much, right?"
"Yeah, I know. Why?"
"I've never been real interested in it and now, with Daryl... even before we kissed for the first time, I wanted him to kiss and touch me,... and now that I actually know what it feels like... I mean within a week or two I go from 'not interested in sex' to 'Oh God, I'm going to die if he doesn't touch my boobs or between my legs'? Is that normal at all? That it happens this fast? I mean, he licked my neck and I was... wow,... that was just amazing. And I keep thinking about and wanting his hands and mouth in other places, you know?" Bay stopped to take a breath, and Erin was just about to give her an answer, when Bay kept talking. "Oh and by the way.. I tried masturbating, but it didn't work. It felt nice, yeah, but you know what? I quickly got frustrated instead of happy, because I wanted Daryl to touch me and guess what, Daryl wasn't there to touch me and that pissed me off."
"Are you done?" Erin asked with an amused laugh, causing Bay to bite her lip and look down at her fiddling hands.
"Yes. Sorry."
"Look, I am not a sex expert or something like that. I don't know what's normal in this case, I can only tell you how it was for me and what Jessa and a few others told me about how it was for them. When I got together with Sam, I had it in my head that I wanted to wait at least three months before I would have intercourse with him. I don't know why, but it seemed like a good time to wait, in case he turned out to be a player, you know? Make him work for it and see if he is really interested or if he only wants in my pants. Anyway, it didn't work out like that. I lasted three weeks, and not because he tried to talk me into it or something, but because I wanted it and couldn't wait any longer. Oh and in those three weeks leading up to that, we did a lot of other sex stuff,... everything but his dick inside of me, you know?" Erin smiled slightly when she noticed Bay's cheeks turn red, but this time the inexperienced girl was putting on a brave front and kept listening intently instead of hiding behind her hands. "And from what I hear it's been very similar for Jessa and the others as well. I think if he really makes you hot and you want to do more with him, then just do what feels good, and as soon as it is too much or you start being uncomfortable, turn it down a notch. Did you tell him that you have no experience at all?"
"Um no... not really. I tried, but I just didn't get it our right."
"Try again, I think it would be good for him to know."
"Yes, I think he should know, too. I'll try again soon." Bay sighed with a smile. "I'm so happy. He makes me feel so good, it's crazy. I wanna do the same for him, but somehow... I wasn't able to get my hands to move. I know what you told me, about guys liking to be touched as well... I just... I froze, I think."
"Give yourself some time, Bay. Start out slow. Start with his back or his arms until you are more comfortable. You know, he is probably doing to you what he knows and likes. So just mirror him at first until you get the hang of it and aren't afraid to experiment a little on your own." Erin murmured a little absently, as her brain was already a step ahead. "Uuuuuhhh! You know what? Daryl has these really broad shoulders,... they're bigger than those of the other guys, and I'm sure he knows that. I could imagine that he might be a bit proud of them, and if you worship them a little, by kissing and stroking and so on, I think he might really be into that."
"Yeah, that sounds plausible. Mirror him and pay attention to shoulders... I'll try to keep that in mind."
"But really, in the end just do what feels good for you, sweetie. Just try to let go a little. Maybe let him lead you, I'm sure he'll love that. You can take his hand and guide it, too. For all the sex we've had, sometimes I'm still a little embarrassed to tell Sam what I like or want, especially if it's something new we haven't done before, so I usually guide his hands. Might be a good solution for you two as well."
"Maybe,... yeah. Can I ask... how was it? Your first time?" Bay asked timidly.
"You already thinking about it?" Erin asked a little surprised.
"I imagine what it might be like. I really really like him and I'm so attracted to him... It's insane. I feel like a freak for getting so hot from him doing this to my neck."
"Don't feel like a freak. It is so good that you are able to enjoy it, Bay. Really, don't stress out. Now, I'm not gonna lie, my first time wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world. Sam was really careful, but we got to it pretty quick and I think a bit more playing around right before might have been better. It hurt a little bit, it was mostly uncomfortable and a bit awkward, but it did get better and better with every time we did it. Jessa had a better experience with Patrick. She said they spent a lot of time fooling around and getting each other hot and ready and she barely felt anything when he pushed in. Pain, I mean. So if you wanna do it, make him do lots and lots of foreplay. Maybe get him off once before you do the actual deed, so he will be more patient and will last longer." Erin explained, this time making Bay laugh. "What?"
"You say you're no sex expert, but you sure sound like you work for one of those magazines that writes about sex tips."
"Oh, that's a good idea, Bay. Those magazines might be crap mostly, but they can give you basic ideas on how to do hand and blow jobs." This time Bay blushed a darker shade of red again and held her cool hands to her cheeks.
"Oh my... I never thought I'd say that, but I am so curious about his... thingy."
"Oh God, please don't ever call it that to his face, Bay. Thingy... you are so cute. You wanna touch it?"
"I wouldn't mind touching it."
"So do it. I'm very sure he wouldn't mind either."
"I don't know if I have the guts to do that." Bay laughed and rubbed her arms when she got goosebumps from thinking about that morning when Daryl's penis had been firmly pressed against her. It had felt so big and hard. Kind of nice, actually.
"Like I said, just do what you are comfortable with. Wanna go and get some magazines? Drop by the Wal-Mart and see if the boys are there yet?"
"Yeah, why not. Let's go." Bay smiled and slung the scarf back around her neck. She hadn't gotten the definitive answer she had been looking for, but at least she knew that other girls had gone through very similar things. That at least put her at ease a bit more.
"Oh, but I gotta know, Bay... he a good kisser?" Erin grinned curiously.
"Oh my God, Erin. He is the best. He kisses like he means it." Bay sighed blissfully. She didn't quite know the meaning of her words herself, but that's what it felt like to her, when he gripped her and held her to him a little roughly and possessively. She loved it.
Even though it was Sunday, it had been a little early for a gathering at the parking lot, so Bay and Erin had retreated back to Erin's with their small stack of magazines. Bay and Erin were soon engrossed in an article on 'How to give an Earth-Shattering Handjob'. It lead to Bay shaking her head in defeat a couple of times.
"Good Lord, I didn't know about any of this stuff. I thought the porn was, well, just porn. I didn't think it really worked like that. Yeah, I'm pathetic, I know. Play with his... um... balls... Oh boy... And use lube? How do you do that? Just stop in the middle of making out and get out some lotion or something? It sounds so weird, Erin."
"It's not, Bay. Sure it will be a bit awkward the first couple of times while you slowly get to know each other and your bodies better, but really, he will absolutely love you for it if you use something. And the rest you have to figure out, just like everything else, because every guy likes different things. But from what I hear having their balls played with is always a favorite." Erin shrugged. She and Sam had been together for about 9 months now and had tried a lot of stuff by now and they knew what they were doing and what the other one liked.
"It all sounds so intimidating."
"I know, sweetie, but when you're in the moment, it will be better. And once you notice how much he enjoys it, you will get addicted to it. Oh and you know what? I just thought of something. Just keep some hand-lotion next to your bed and shortly before you guys get a bit busy, just lotion up your hands a little. They might still be a little bit slippery when you get your hands on him. Might be worth a try."
"And again... you might not think you're a sex expert, but you dole out advice like a pro." Bay giggled.
"Hm, maybe I shouldn't become a nurse then? Maybe I should become some kind of sex advisor." Erin joked and popped a pretzel into her mouth.
"If you'll ever need a career change, you'll have that idea in your back pocket." Bay smiled and kept thumbing through the rest of the magazine, but her attention always went back to that article and all those tips it had provided. Intimidating indeed, but it also evoked a lot of curiosity.
Bay and Erin returned to the parking lot later in the afternoon, and Bay's heart started racing in excitement, when she noticed Daryl's truck being there. However she was terribly insecure about what was going to happen as soon as they saw each other. They had agreed not to keep it secret, but they hadn't discussed how they would greet each other in public. Do I kiss him on the lips? On the cheek? Not at all? A hug? Or nothing? Just stand next to him? Oh God, this is torture.
However Bay's excitement died quickly, when she spotted Cassie standing next to Daryl once again. When Cassie spied Bay she immediately put her arm around Daryl's shoulder and laughed loudly at what he had been saying, putting on a big show for Bay. She might not have started this little feud, but she sure as hell wouldn't let Bay treat her like she had and let her get away with it. The girl needed to be put in her place.
Bay shot her a scowl, while Erin scoffed. "Can't believe I defended her. Now she's asking for it."
"I'll say." Bay muttered darkly, jealously quickly creeping into every fiber of her being, even though she knew, that Daryl was her boyfriend now and he had told her he didn't like anyone but her. The rational part of her brain had been overridden by the jealousy. Cassie just rubbed her the completely wrong way.
"Come on, sweetie. Let's get a drink." Erin grabbed her arm and pulled her over to Jason's truck, where Sam was already waiting for his girlfriend. While they greeted each other with what seemed a hundred kisses, Jason handed Bay a beer and looked her up and down.
"Wow, Bay... looking good. You clean up nice."
Erin pulled away from Sam and gently pushed Jason against his arm. "You don't say that to a girl!"
"What?" Jason was puzzled. "It was a compliment. Why the hell am I not supposed to say that?"
"Cause it sounds like she looks like trash the rest of the time." Daryl cut in before Erin was able to reply, and goosebumps made Bay shudder when she heard his soft, but deep voice right behind her. "Hey." Daryl smiled slightly when Bay turned to face him.
"Hey." she said back and both stood there, unsure of what to do. Bay, in a quick burst of bravery, leaned up and kissed his cheek. Daryl bit down on his bottom lip and took her hand in his while he looked at her and jerked his head to the side to motion towards his truck. He gently pulled her with him and out of sight of the others. He backed her up against his truck and kissed her firmly.
"Thought you'd be back sooner." he muttered under his breath between kisses.
"That was the plan... but Erin and I had a lot to talk about and as usual, we lost track of time." she got the words out every time he would release her lips for a second.
"Fucking long day." he growled and put his hands on either side of her face. He shut her up before she was able to reply by pushing his tongue into her mouth and letting it tangle with hers. He had missed her. Not even the damn joint had taken his mind off of her. Quite the opposite, it had only stoked his longing for her even more. They lost themselves in their kissing for a little while, Daryl's hands traveling her back and arms again, while Bay placed her free hand lightly on his waist. The other was still holding her beer.
"Hey Dixon! Come over here for a minute." Tom Mansfield had arrived. He was Merle's go-to-guy for guns and Daryl was looking into getting one for Bay. He wanted her to be able to protect herself if push ever came to shove.
"I gotta go. After this we can go home, though. 'kay?"
"Yeah sure. Go ahead." Bay smiled and happily accepted one more kiss before he released her and walked over to Tom's car. Bay took a sip from her beer and walked back around to the other side of the car and leaned against it, to wait for Daryl to return. He had only been gone for a minute, when Cassie came walking up to her. Bay rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her, but her blood was starting to boil already.
"Well, well, well... You and Daryl, huh? I gotta say I'm surprised. I've known him for a long time and I really didn't think he would be going for a fake skank with a holier than thou-attitude." Cassie spat with a sickly sweet smile.
"He isn't. That's why he's with me and not with you." Bay shrugged casually.
"Oh, so you're better than me. That what you're saying bitch? Let me tell you something, then. You might dress all prim and proper in your little dress and your cute scarf and all, but you ain't got me fooled. I heard about you. You're nothing but white trash. Your mommy and daddy hated you so much they had to be high as kites to be able to stand having you around." Cassie's smile was finally gone as she spewed her vicious poison.
Bay straightened abruptly, letting the bottle drop to the ground before she clenched her fists. "Oh you did not just go there!"
"I did. And you know what? Daryl ain't made for having a little virgin-ass girlfriend. He needs a real woman to take care of him. He'll get tired of you so fast it'll make your head spin. You're just a cute little past-time for the time being. A warm bed to stay in when he can't stay with Pat. That's all, so don't play all high and mighty, girly. You're nobody! You are absolutely nothing!"
Bay had never felt so much rage in her entire life. It steamrolled her, consuming her very being and before she realized what she was doing, her hand was throbbing something awful and Cassie was crouched over, holding her face, and she heard a commotion and lots of shouting going on. But she was so out of it and focused on her anger, that it sounded like it was in the far distance and not immediately surrounding her. Next thing she knew Cassie was rushing her and slamming her back into Daryl's truck. The air rushed from her lungs and black dots clouded her vision for a short moment, before her vision turned fire-engine red and she physically lashed out at Cassie again, punching her and grabbing her stupid fake blonde hair and pulling on it with all her might, while Cassie scratched at her and tried to kick her.
Everybody else had quickly gathered in a circle around the fighting girls, the boys hooting and cheering, while the other girls looked on in horror. Daryl was watching as well, confused as hell about what the deal between Cassie and Bay was. He found himself firmly rooted to his spot as he took in the view of his petite girlfriend in her pretty dress and heels take on the taller and stronger Cassie. He was definitely worried about Bay's safety, and he knew he should intervene, but his legs weren't moving. Seeing Bay fight was strangely erotic. If anyone would ask, he would be lying if he'd say that he wasn't getting turned on by it. And his girl was totally winning, too. She was kicking Cassie's ass, and damn that made him proud. At the same time he didn't like it at all that she was getting herself in trouble and potentially getting herself hurt. He was damn conflicted about the damn thing and just stood there gaping. A strong push against his arm pulled him out of his near paralyzed state.
"What the hell are you doing standing there and gawking?" Erin was the one pushing him and looking at him like he was insane. "Do something! Break them up! You, too!" she pushed Sam as well and the men finally jumped into action. Sam grabbed Cassie and Daryl slung his arms around Bay's waist and they tore the fighting girls apart.
"I'll kill you, you stupid slut!" Cassie screeched and struggled in Sam's strong hold.
"Pffff... you hit like a girl. What are you gonna do? Throw pink cotton balls at me until I bleed?" Bay taunted the other girl coolly, even though her body was hurting and throbbing in several places.
"Bay, girl! Stop! Fucking stop, it's over, ya hear me? We're going. Get in the truck!" Daryl said sternly with his voice raised.
Bay looked at him defiantly and Daryl took a step closer, staring her down and pointing at the passenger side door. His voice was low and his words slow and deliberate. "Bay... Get in the fucking car. Now!" he was torn between being concerned, angry, turned on and damn proud.
"Fine!" Bay yanked open the door and climbed in. Daryl slammed the door close behind her before he stomped around to the other side and got in himself.
"The hell is going on with the two of ya?" he asked gruffly when they were on their way home. Bay proceeded to tell him what Cassie had said to her and Daryl had to admit that Cassie had deserved the ass-kicking that Bay had delivered. Of course he wouldn't admit that to Bay. He didn't want her to know that he'd actually enjoyed seeing her like that. "That was fucking stupid, Bay! Wasn't it you who told me she was anti-violence? You hated that I fucking punched Josh Hansen, and now you go do the same?"
"I am not proud of it, okay? I don't know what happened? I just... that anger just rolled over me and shut down my brain or something. I am anti-violence... I was... shit... she makes me so irrationally mad, it's ridiculous. I've never been this angry before. Now I hate her even more because she turned me into a damn hypocrite." Bay grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest defensively.
Daryl looked over at her and was glad that he was sitting. She was making him go weak in the knees. He'd forgotten how fucking hot she was, when she was pissed. Face flushed and eyes ablaze, her inner strength shining through. Fuck!
He barely made it up the stairs, he had to dig his fingernails into his palms to keep from touching her, but as soon as the door was closed behind them, he had her pushed up against it. His tongue pushed past her lips, dominating hers and when he tasted a hint of blood, he growled slightly in the back of his throat. Bay wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight as Daryl cupped her butt in his strong hands and lifted her up, so he wouldn't get a crick in his neck. Even with heels she was still shorter than him. Bay instinctively locked her ankles behind his ass, as the sounds of harsh breathing and quiet whimpers were the only sounds for a couple of minutes, then Daryl's mouth pressed down a little too hard on the spot where Bay's lip was split.
"Ouch..." Bay pulled back and her little cry of pain made Daryl sober up. He took a deep breath and slowly set her down on the floor again. He carefully put his hand to the left side of her face and took in her appearance. She had some scrapes on her forehead and cheekbone, a slightly bloody nose and the split lip.
"You go wash up and then I'll take care of this." He said after he had made sure that none of her injuries were serious. "And don't do this shit again. Could have gotten messed up!" he said gruffly, but the corners of his mouth were turned up, showing her that he wasn't all that mad. He wanted to be stern with her and make sure she wouldn't get in a fight again, but hell, he just couldn't hide that it had made him proud.
Bay grinned and kissed him softly, but he quickly pulled back and winked at her, while he gently slapped her ass. "Go!" he laughed slightly and pointed towards the bathroom. Damn girl's gonna be the death of me.
Bay took off her scarf, her dress and her bra and put on the white wife beater she had brought into the bathroom with her. "Damn, forgot my shorts." she muttered while she put her hair up in a ponytail. She turned on the faucet and bowed down slightly and cupped her hands underneath the stream of cold water. When her hands were about to overflow she splashed the water into her face, repeating the action twice before she carefully rubbed her eyes and straightened. She grabbed the navy blue washcloth from the rim of the sink and held it under the water next, before she brought it up to her face and removed the mascara smudges that was staining the skin underneath her eyes. Next she dabbed at the bloody scrapes on her face and removed the blood from underneath her nose. It really wasn't that bad. The only part of her body that still hurt was her back from when Cassie had slammed her against Daryl's truck. That and of course her hand, but that she didn't think it was broken or sprained. Just bruised.
Bay dried her face with a clean towel, then she grabbed the Neosporin she still had from when Daryl had brought it over for the cut on her chest, then she left the bathroom, to let him play nurse for a bit. Daryl had already removed his clothes, because it was once again hot as hell, so he was lounging on the bed in only his dark plaid boxer shorts. He swallowed hard when Bay came out of the bathroom. He hadn't seen her in just her panties yet, she had always worn shorts, but tonight she presented herself in simple white cotton panties. To him, she couldn't be sexier if she tried. It suited her and it was so much better than any hot, lacy number Victoria's Secret would ever be able to come up with. So fucking innocent... Damn, baby girl. You ain't making this easy.
"C'mere." he motioned with his hand for her to come and join him on the bed. "Gimme that." he took the Neosporin out of her hand. Bay knelt between his spread legs and let him inspect the small wounds once more, now that she had cleaned them. "Don't look too bad. You'll live." he smirked and dabbed a bit of the ointment on the scrapes. "Anythin' hurt?"
"Just my back."
"Lemme see." Daryl screwed the lid back on the small tube and put it on the floor while Bay turned around and sat down with her legs crossed. Daryl carefully pushed the wife beater up to her shoulders. He slowly slid his palms over the soft skin, raising goosebumps and making her shiver. "Cold?"
"Not exactly." Bay laughed slightly embarrassed, making Daryl smile.
"Just a little bruised." he mumbled and lowered his head, pressing his lips against her back, causing Bay to shudder again. "Crazy girl..." he whispered against her skin as his lips traveled up her spine, his hands rubbing her arms gently, feeling the still present gooseflesh he was causing with his ministrations. "Third time I hafta play nurse for ya..." his lips reached the spot where her wife beater had been pushed up to. He quickly skimmed over it and flicked the tip of his tongue against the base of her neck. "Gonna send me to an early grave if ya keep it up."
"I'm sorry." Bay inhaled deeply before she exhaled the air in a shaky breath. He was already turning her on again with what he was doing and with how he talked to her. "I promise that I'm not actively looking for trouble."
"There ain't no need lookin' for it. It always finds you. Good thing Imma keep an eye on ya." he murmured before he licked a long, wet strip up the back of her neck, and let her feel his teeth with slight pressure. Her little moan made him grin smugly as he nuzzled her hair. Ya like that, sweetheart?
"Yes... it feels... so nice..." Bay stammered out slightly embarrassed, causing Daryl's eyes to widen when he realized that he had actually voiced the question out loud instead of just thinking it. Guess now I know for sure that she likes it. Daryl leaned back against his pillow that was propped up against the back of his couch, and pulled Bay with him. Her partially bare back rested against his fully bare belly and chest, and Bay immediately felt his warmth penetrate her and spread through her body. It was a wonderfully intimate feeling. Her head fell back against his strong shoulder and she smiled happily with closed eyes when she felt him nuzzle and kiss her temple while his fingertips gently stroked along her arms. They looked relaxed, but in reality the adrenalin from earlier was still pumping through their veins. Bay wanted to kiss him badly, but she wanted to get something off her chest first.
"Daryl?"
"Hm?"
"I want to tell you something. I tried telling you yesterday, but it didn't come out right."
"What?"
"You know how I said I might be nervous a lot? It's umm... because I don't really know what I'm doing. I guess by now you figured out that I'm a... virgin...?"
"I know. It's cool. Ain't gon' rush you or nothing. Only gonna do what you wanna do, alright?"
"I'm not worried about that, I trust you. It's something else. It might not be something you really need to know, but in the spirit of being honest and open, I simply want to put my cards on the table, so you know what you are dealing with."
"You're starting to make me nervous, Bay. What's going on?" Daryl looked at her with a slight frown.
"I talked to Erin,... you know... girl stuff... she told me a bit about how she and Sam... got to know each other better... you know... in bed... "
Daryl cleared his throat and squirmed a bit, still unsure of what she was saying. "That mean there's something ya wanna try, or...?"
"No, it's... umm something came up... while we talked. God this is hard to say... It's a bit embarrassing I guess... Well I kissed two boys before..."
"Yeah, I know..." Daryl slightly gritted his teeth. He'd known about that. These news spread quickly and he had actually witnessed the kisses with Danny McHollister. A mental image that made jealousy spread throughout his entire body.
"And you know I've never gone further than that with anybody... And when I say that I mean... um... Not only have I never had sex with a boy... ummm,... gosh... I a-also... I've never... well,... I've never had sex with umm... myself... either." Bay finally spit it out and only looked up at him for a split second before she averted her eyes again and nervously drummed her own fingers on her belly in a fast rhythm.
It took a moment for Daryl to realize what she was telling him. Never had sex with myself? What the hell does that mea-... Oh fucking hell, she ain't never rubbed one out? She sayin' she ain't never cum before? Nah, come on... that can't be. Daryl needed her to clarify, but he wasn't entirely sure how to ask. "Bay... ya never... That mean that ya never... ya ain't never taken care of yerself?"
"No. I've always been busy with family things... Those sex things... they never even crossed my mind during all that time. I guess it's not for me." Bay sighed and laughed slightly when she saw Daryl's frown deepen. "No, no, I don't mean sex in general... just that one thing... I do get... uh,... excited... when we're together... Oh God that sounds so bad, I'm sorry." Bay hid her red face and giggled with embarrassment before she continued. "I was talking about taking care of myself, as you called it. I tried once, but it didn't work. It only frustrated me, because I didn't have the real thing... Anyway, what I wanted to say is, that I really don't know what I'm doing. I'm pretty much operating on instinct, I reckon. I... m-might need your help a bit... I'm guessing you know a lot more about these things than me."
Holy shit, she really ain't never cum before. She'll need me to show her everything. He felt his primal urges awaken with a start, that awesome feeling of being a man filling him again, just like blood was starting to fill out his dick at the thought of really being her first for pretty much everything. Down boy! Ain't the time. Daryl cleared his throat again and smiled a little, while a light shade of crimson colored his cheeks. "I ain't done too much neither, Bay..." he thought about all the pornos and magazines he had watched and read over time and realized that even though he had only fucked twice, without any foreplay or other fancy stuff, he still knew more about sex than his girl did. He at least had an idea of what he could do to make her feel good and make her cum. He knew where he should put his fingers and what movements to try, he knew ways to manipulate her breasts, etc... he knew things he could try, he just needed to figure out what she liked, whereas Bay probably didn't have any idea what to do to him. And she would need him to show her. I get to play fucking teacher. Holy mother of fuck! Fucking down boy! The news excited and scared him at the same time, but the excitement was much bigger than the fear. He was a young, red-blooded male and he would get to introduce his girl into the world of sex. It was a fucking wet dream come true for him. It was a challenge he gladly accepted. It would give him a sense of being in control, a feeling he liked very much, and it would also give him a sense of confidence that she was trusting him to ease her into being more comfortable sexually and helping her going through and doing things that she would like to experience. Hell yeah, he liked that and he really didn't mind one single bit that she was as inexperienced as they come. Her innocence was a major turn on and he couldn't wait to corrupt his good little baby girl in the worst way (in a positive sense, of course.) He was sure even if they'd eventually get down and dirty, that she would still retain that innocence, so he wasn't worried about her losing it when they would start having sex.
Daryl finally took a deep, shaky breath to calm his raging hormones and gave her his cute, tiny smile. "We'll figure it out. Ain't no problem, ya hear?" he kissed her gently and looked into her eyes. "Promise me that you'll stop me if I go too far. I know ya said that you would, but I want you to promise it one last time."
"I promise." she smiled happily and was utterly relieved that she had told him and that it was out of the way now. They cuddled some more, then Bay realized that they hadn't eaten yet. Neither of them was very hungry, which had them perfectly content with a couple of sandwiches. They fed each other, sharing some giggles while they did it. It was so sweet that it might have made any observers gag and throw up. They couldn't care less, they were in their own little bubble. As soon as they had finished eating, they were back to their new favorite activity: making out like their lives depended on it.
Daryl soon was on top of her, supporting his weight on his forearms with his hands resting between the bed and her shoulders, tightly gripping them while he dominated the kiss and feasted on her lips. Bay instinctively spread her legs a little more to accommodate him and make herself more comfortable, and Daryl, unconsciously, made sure that their crotches didn't touch. He was hard, the little sounds she was making while they kissed were driving him wild. On any other day it wouldn't have been too hard to control himself in a situation like this, but the newest info about Bay's inexperience and the images of her fighting Cassie left him without a chance in the fight against getting a boner. Bay let her hands rest on his neck again, gently stroking the skin for a while, until Daryl's lips moved away from her own and he licked a long line from her shoulder up to her ear. She felt every single hickey his tongue was stroking on it's little journey, making her moan a bit more while she turned her head to the side to give him better access. He didn't give her new love bites, he just very gently let her feel his lips, his tongue and his teeth on the existing ones and the pleasure it caused made her head spin. Without realizing it, her hands started wandering a little, exploring his amazing shoulders and the surprisingly soft, smooth skin, that covered hard, toned muscles.
He feels so good. He makes me feel so good. She wanted to give back and she remembered what Erin had told her. Mirror him. He's probably doing to you what he would like you to do to him. His lips were back on hers when Bay slid her hands down his shoulders and over his back. She felt the raised, slightly uneven skin of the scars. She had expected him to flinch, since he was a bit sensitive about them, but if he was uncomfortable, he didn't let it on. He just kept kissing her, coaxing her tongue into his mouth to suck on it. Bay shuddered and dug her fingers into his back, causing Daryl to groan in quiet excitement. Guys prefer firmer touches. Rake your nails up his back. Bay followed Erin's advice, she still remembered all of it and when her hands had reached the waistband of his boxers, Bay gently dragged her nails up his back. She smiled into the kiss when she felt him respond. This time it was him who shuddered and who was getting goosebumps and he growled slightly in the back of his throat. Daryl smiled, too when he felt hers and he pulled one hand from underneath her back and cupped her chin in the space between his thumb and forefinger to turn her head back to the side. Playfully he bit into her earlobe and tugged on it, making Bay gasp and giggle at the same time. Daryl kissed and nibbled along her jaw on the way back to her mouth, his heart started slamming against his ribcage when he felt Bay's hands slowly slide on his underwear-covered ass.
Awww shit, baby girl... that's good... Daryl sighed against her skin and slightly pushed his butt into her hands to reassure her that it was something he liked.
Bay remembered how good it had felt for her, when he had squeezed her butt and had pulled her against him. The words 'mirror him' egging her on to do just that. She grabbed his buttocks a little harder and pulled an unsuspecting Daryl against her. Neither of them was prepared for that gigantic shock of lust that went through them, when his hard length rubbed against her center. There were only two very thin layers of fabric separating them and the feeling was absolutely exquisite. Daryl tensed up and froze and stared down at Bay. He was just about to pull away and give her some space when he realized two things at once. Number one, Bay was panting slightly with her face flushed, her lips parted and her eyes closed, while surprised, but aroused and slightly high-pitched moans were leaving her mouth and filling the room. Number two, she hadn't let go of him. She was still grabbing his ass and she was fucking moving against him. She was dry-humping him, rubbing her pussy up against his hard dick over and over again. Daryl was close to losing his mind. "Bay..."
"Oh God, Daryl..." she moaned helplessly. Nothing had ever felt this good. She was shocked, but in a good way. More,... more... It was all she was thinking and she was completely running on instinct when she kept moving against him. She got what all the fuss was about, this felt absolutely amazing. So much better than that one time in the bathtub, and this time there was no frustration, because it was Daryl who was helping making her feel good. She had no idea what she was doing, if it was right or wrong or what it was doing to him, she only knew that she wasn't able to stop, she needed more or she would die.
Daryl was powerless. When he heard her moan his name he was a goner. He relaxed, as much as a man was able to relax when his girlfriend was rubbing her sweet, untouched pussy against his erection, seeking friction that would lead her to her first release. He started moving along with her, slinging one arm around her hips, angling her pelvis and lifting her up against him for even more friction. They were too breathless to kiss, Daryl simply pressed his forehead against hers while they panted and moaned and groaned, their breaths mingling and making the air around them even hotter. "Daryl... oh my God, Daryl..." Bay kept gasping out ever so often, not even sure why, it came out all on its own.
"Let go... I got ya..." Daryl murmured under his breath as he gripped her tighter as if to prove his point. Suddenly something was different and he felt a very familiar tingle at the base of his spine, and he soon realized what was causing it. Bay's eyes snapped open, because she felt it, too. For a moment she wasn't sure what she was feeling, but her subconscious told her that it was something very sexy, making her pleasure spike even before she realized that she was feeling the firm, hot, moist, but velvety soft tip of Daryl's cock against the bare skin of her belly. Daryl's boxer shorts were old and the elastic inside the waistband wasn't holding up as well anymore. Their movements had allowed his straining length to push past it, making the tip peek out and rub up against Bay's tummy. The hot pre-cum leaking from his tip made the whole affair nice and slippery for him and he was unable to keep himself from rubbing it against her skin. His hips were moving of their own volition, sending him crashing towards his release.
It was so utterly erotic, Bay was shaking even though she had a hard time comprehending what was happening. His forehead still resting against hers, Bay looked up at him, but Daryl had his eyes screwed shut. "Daryl... Daryl, please..."
That was it. His name on her lips, begging him for something, that was more than he was able to stand. Daryl came, and he came all over her belly. Bay's eyes widened when she felt hot moisture land on her skin in little spurts while Daryl bucked against her a couple more times. His breathing came out in quick, harsh pants, his head dropped to her shoulder, hiding his face in the crook of her neck while he went through the aftershocks of his climax. As soon as the rush ebbed off, he immediately started feeling mortified and ashamed for what he'd done. Fuck, man. You damn idiot. An hour ago she told ya she ain't never done this and you fucking cum all over her? Shit, man... shit shit shit.
He rolled off of her and flopped onto his back, hiding his face behind his hands while he tried to get his breathing under control. Bay was laying there, staring at the ceiling, still having trouble breathing herself. She was still aroused and she was confused. She wasn't really able to think straight, but she slowly brought her hand to her belly and softly explored the creamy liquid that was staining her skin. It was cooling quickly and it felt a bit sticky and unfamiliar, but she wasn't intimidated by it. In a way she felt proud... it was the evidence of Daryl's pleasure. He had gotten there with her help... She didn't know how all of that stuff worked, but somehow feeling and seeing his cum on her made her girl parts throb even more. It felt like her pulse was hammering down there and she started squirming and pressing her legs together, trying to ease the hard throbbing she was feeling. She looked over at Daryl who was still hiding behind his hands and she reached out to touch his forearm.
"Daryl..." she called out softly and her heart sank when he shook her off.
"Don't!" came the muffled command that made her pull her hand back.
"Oh... s-sorry..." she was stunned and had no idea what to do or why he was reacting the way he was. Had she misjudged him? Or does my being inexperienced bother him after all? Was it bad? But he did have an orgasm... I don't understand...She was puzzled, and she was a bit hurt by his reaction and most of all, she was frustrated. "Are you mad at me?"
"No, Bay... I ain't. Just... give me a damn minute." Daryl wasn't mad at her. He was ashamed and mad at himself for crossing the line like that. He thought he had more self-control. She was so sexy, she didn't even know just how much and she was driving him nuts with it. He seriously had to be more careful. He should have let her known what she was doing and what it would do... He was a suck-ass teacher. He would have to teach himself some discipline before he'd be able to teach her anything.
"Okay..." Bay muttered with disappointment. "I'll take a bath." she pulled her top down, the fabric soaking up the result of Daryl's climax, so his juices wouldn't stain the bed or the floor.
"Alright." he sighed and rolled onto his belly when she was gone, pressing the pillow down on his own head. "I'm such a damn idiot. Always gotta fuck everything up."
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