Chapter 15

Finally it was Friday and Bay was in high spirits. She liked working at Shoney's, even though her feet hurt every night, but it wasn't nearly as bad as what the job at the carpet mill had done to her body. Also, she had Daryl who gladly gave her foot rubs every night without her even asking for it. He was so sweet. The customers at the restaurant had taken a liking to her, too, and Bay was making good tips, so that she made the same money as before. On a good week she had even made a little bit more. She was insanely happy that the timing had been so perfect. When she had first applied for a waitress job, nobody had hired and so she had begged for the job at the carpet factory, in order to have a second income at all. Now things were so much better, she had two jobs she actually liked, she had a wonderful, sweet, hot, cute and funny (yes, Daryl can actually be funny in his dry and quick-witted way) boyfriend, who she might or might not be falling in love with, and she was back in touch with her friends and spent some time with Erin at least once a week. If she wouldn't want to jinx herself, she would almost dare to say that things were perfect.

Her good mood got a little damper, however, when she noticed Daryl's expression the second she entered the apartment. "Hey. What's wrong?"

Daryl looked up at her in surprise. How the hell she able to tell? He wasn't completely used to Bay knowing him pretty well by now, yet. Nobody had really ever cared enough about him to take the time and study his facial expressions, so they knew when something was wrong with him. Nobody except for Bay. She's damn fucking awesome. He tilted his face up to meet hers for a little kiss, before he breathed out his reply with a deep sigh. "I'm out of a job again."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you guys finish the project already?" Bay asked while she put her bag away and changed out of her uniform. Now that he'd already seen her in underwear a couple of times, there was no need to go and do it in the bathroom anymore. She still kept forgetting that Daryl had already seen her bare breasts before, so there probably had never been any real need for her to go to the bathroom to change.

"Yeah. Guess we worked too well." Daryl leaned back with his arms crossed behind his head and watched her get undressed.

"You'll find something else. You always do, don't you?"

"Right... still..."

"I know. You're sad, huh? You liked that job." Bay slipped on an oversized t-shirt and then removed her bra, making Daryl lick his lips when the shirt fell off her now bare and enticingly tanned shoulder. When she was done she climbed on his lap and kissed him sweetly. "Wasn't so bad to do the same job every day after all, was it?"

"Nah, it was okay. Was nice not worrying about money for a couple of weeks." Daryl mumbled while he stared at her shoulder. He couldn't help it, as soon as he had finished his sentence, he had to lean in and taste her.

"I get that." Bay shuddered slightly when he kissed and licked along her clavicle before giving it a little nip. "Try to see it this way, you were so good at it, that you finished early. That's a great testament to your skills and work ethic." Bay smiled, trying to see the upside to the whole thing, making Daryl laugh against her shoulder.

"Yer too damn positive, Bay."

"No, I'm just the right amount of positive. And I know you'll find something else. Maybe you should ask John for a recommendation. I mean, in case you wanna try and get a steady job somewhere else."

"Maybe." Daryl nodded. "Gotta do something. Don't know how much cash I can contribute until then." he bit his lip nervously, hoping she wouldn't get upset at that.

"Don't worry. We still have some of the things you got for us. We'll ration better and if all else fails..."

"Don't say it." he groaned.

"There's still our favorite, for free noodles." Bay laughed when he shuddered

"Hell naaaawww! Ain't gon' have ya go back to eatin' that crap." he looked at her sternly. "I swear, if ya come home with those, I'll toss 'em out the window. Ya been lookin' a whole lot better since you been eating right."

"I won't get them, I promise." she giggled and sealed the promise with a kiss.

"Gotta work something out. Can't go without your cooking for long."

"We'll make it work. So, to save up some meat, we should have just the baked potatoes with sour cream tonight. Agreed?" She had to laugh again when Daryl sighed deeply in disappointment.

"I guess..." he looked like a pouting little boy. It was adorable. Bay kissed him one more time before she climbed off his lap again and went to prepare their dinner.

Daryl had been looking forward to steak, but at least the potatoes had been tasty and filling and they wouldn't have to go to bed hungry. However, after dinner his mood was still a bit down in the dumps. Not exactly what Bay had been hoping for, but she understood him perfectly. She'd be sad too if she would have to quit one of her jobs right now. "Anything I can do to cheer you up?" she asked when they were back on the sofa-bed after dinner. Daryl just shrugged sullenly in reply. It hurt her heart to see him so disappointed and brooding, so she used her icy toe to poke him in the ribs, shocking him with the cold and with tickling at the same time.

"Hey! Stop that!" he jerked and tried catching her foot when she moved it in circles around his hand. Well, he did not really try to catch it, because if he would really want to, he would have had it on the first try.

"Nope, not gonna stop until you stop brooding! Poke, poke, poke." Bay giggled and pushed her toe into his ribs three times, absolutely elated when she was able to make him laugh and he finally grasped her foot.

"Stop, or want me ta put ma shirt back on?" he narrowed his eyes at her with an amused smirk, by now knowing exactly how much she enjoyed the view.

"Oh God no... I'll be good!" she smiled and got on her knees to scoot closer to him and straddle his lap. She gently put both hands on either side of his face and kissed him gently. "Don't worry, okay? You've always been fine before and you'll be fine again."

"Not just 'bout me anymore..." he murmured quietly while gazing into her eyes. He wasn't overly worried about himself, he would get by with odd jobs, but he was worried about losing what they'd built over the past couple of weeks. It had been almost like a little family. Both of them living in this apartment, both working steady jobs, Daryl providing food, both of them throwing their money in the same pot and buying the other things they needed at the store, Bay cooking for him at night while he held her from behind and watched her... He didn't want to have to go back to them having to eat TV dinners or those horrible shrimp-cheese-whatever noodles. He didn't want to loose that feeling of finally having something great and completely normal.

"Daryl, listen to me. We will be fine. If money gets tight I still have other options to help out."

"Like what?" Daryl frowned, somehow not liking the sound of other options.

"I can donate blood, I can do babysitting on the weekend to get some extra cash,... there is always a way. Don't stress out." Bay smiled and placed gentle kisses all around his face, trying to get him out of his dark mood once and for all.

Don't want you to do all the work. Ain't never gonna see ya if ya do all that. That was not what he wanted. He wanted to keep what they had and not have her take on more jobs. In that moment Daryl realized what he had to do. He had to clean up his act once and for all and pound the pavement to find another job. A real, steady job, and he'd start looking first thing in the morning. Needless to say, Bay's plan didn't work out the way she had hoped. He was distracted on Friday night and she soon gave up coaxing him into more than a few kisses.

Saturday morning she was surprised as hell when she opened her eyes and saw Daryl already putting his Converse sneakers on. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna find another job." he replied while he tied his laces.

"But... the weekend..." Bay trailed off as her mind raced and her hopes shattered a little.

"I know, but I gotta do this. Can't stop thinking about it." If she can find work in just a day, so can I! He was dead-set on it. He'd do pretty much anything at this point, except for taking a job at that damn carpet mill. He hated that place with a vengeance. After giving a sleepy Bay a kiss goodbye, Daryl left and got into his truck. He had no real idea of where to go or how to start. He would really like to keep working for John, because he had liked working with his hands and help build things. He decided to pay John another visit. Even if he had to let Daryl go, maybe he knew of somebody else who was hiring.

John was really sorry about not being able to keep Daryl on, but he usually didn't work on big projects like the last one and didn't have the money to keep paying him. Still, he was able to supply Daryl with the address of a friend of his, a cabinetmaker, who could use some help around his shop, since his previous assistant was going off to college. Daryl thanked John and jogged back to his truck, immediately taking off towards the address his former boss had given him. Helping out a cabinetmaker sounded right up his alley and John promised he would call ahead and recommend Daryl for the job. He sure hoped he would get it, at the same time he kept thinking, why he'd never tried to get a real job before. Even with his famous last name, it hadn't been too hard. He chalked it up to never being taught to take on too much responsibility and also to never having had the right motivation before. He had that now. Bay and a life with her was motivation enough to make him put on his big boy pants and stop drifting around like his brother had taught him to do. He knew it was still pretty soon to think like that, but having Bay in his life and kind of building a little bit of a life with her was the one thing he wanted out of life right now and he would try his hardest to not fuck it up.

"You're back already?" Bay was stunned, and kind of unprepared as she stood in the living room dressed in just a tiny towel. She had used Daryl's absence to take a bath and shave, just in case Daryl would get to see that part of her this weekend after all. "And you are smiling! Did you really find a job? In under two hours?"

"What? You didn't think I'd be able ta do it?" he asked with a little laugh, desperately trying not to stare too much at her. Somehow seeing her in underwear and seeing her covered in only a small towel were very different. Just one wrong move and she would be completely bare to his hungry eyes. He felt his cock stirring inside his pants already.

"Nonsense." she smiled as she walked up to him and gently put one hand to his face to pull him down for a kiss. "I think you can do anything if you set your mind to it. What kind of job is it?"

"Imma help out in the shop of a cabinetmaker. He's a friend of John's and the guy who's helpin' him out right now is leaving for college. I don't start until Thursday, but still... if I'm good enough and I like it, he might even train me."

"Wow, that's awesome, Daryl. I'm happy for you."

"Are ya proud?" he asked and surprised himself, because he had no idea where that question had come from.

"Absolutely. I'm proud and impressed and really happy for you. I think you will do just great. You made these two tables for us... that guy will be lucky to have you."

She's the best. Daryl loved how she believed in him and how she was really proud of him for finding a new job. He wished he would always be able to make her look at him like she was now, with that big, happy smile and a warm glow in her eyes. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her a little closer while he kissed her playfully. "What have you been doing?"

"Pretty much nothing. Just took a bath." she murmured between kisses. "Was just about to get dressed."

"Should let ya get to it..." he said under his breath, before he kissed her again, teasing her lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Nu-uh..." Bay shook her head slightly after she had let her tongue flick against his for a second. "Missed you."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm!" she let her tongue push past his and into his mouth, kissing him deeply. She swore she felt Daryl sigh into her mouth as his hands grew restless and started roaming her back. He was careful, but Bay still felt the towel loosen, where she was pushing herself against his chest. She knew that it was now or never, and the thought robbed her breath and made her heart race. She wanted this, but it didn't mean that she wasn't nervous. To help out with that, Bay grabbed the soft fabric of his black, sleeveless t-shirt and started pulling it up. If she was going to be naked, he could at least be topless. Daryl helped her and rid himself of the offending garment, tossing it to the floor carelessly as he quickly attached his lips back to hers. Bay went up on her tip-toes and reached her arms up to wrap them around his neck, loosening the knot, which held the towel up around her body, even further and when Daryl let his hands glide up her back, it happened. Bay held her breath as her heart hammered inside her chest. Daryl felt the towel fall, he suddenly felt the heat of her skin close to his own and he quickly grabbed the towel in his hands before it was able to drop completely and pushed it back up and tried it to wrap it back around her.

"Sorry." he breathed as his pulse quickened, trying his hardest not to look down at her naked form. He didn't have to try for long, as Bay quickly kissed him again. He was surprised and excited as hell when she grabbed hold of his wrists and slowly pushed them down, silently telling him to let it drop. Daryl swallowed hard. Oh shit... oh shit... oh shit... While he let the towel fall to the floor, Bay's hands trailed down his chest, down his belly and even lower. He felt them shaking when she started fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants. Shitshitshitshitshit... this is happenin'... he tried to control his pulsing dick, but it was of no use and he felt his underwear getting tighter. This time it was him who gripped her wrists and pulled her hands away, but only to help her out again and finish opening his pants. He pushed them down, but kept his boxers on, and while they slid down his legs to pool around his ankles, Daryl wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and pulled her naked form flush against him. He groaned low in the back of his throat, when he felt her perky breasts pressed against his naked chest for the very first time. He stroked his hands up to her shoulders, lightly digging his fingertips into her skin for a moment while he tried to gather his bearings a little bit. His mind was spinning with this new situation and with all the things he wanted to do with her, and for a second he didn't even know where to start.

Bay shivered when she felt the warm, solid bulge in his boxer shorts press firmly into her belly. She was beyond curious about it and she hoped she would be able to come up with the courage to touch it and hopefully make him feel good. She was so nervous, she felt like she was even more sensitive than usual, because Daryl's touch felt ten times more electrifying. He was leaving goosebumps in his wake as he slowly dragged his hands lower, enjoying feeling every bit of soft, warm skin underneath his palms. Ever so slowly his fingers inched lower and lower until his hands were cupping her bare ass cheeks. He held her like that for a moment, letting his thumbs rub over the incredibly soft skin, then he gave in to his urges and gave her a hard squeeze, knowing that she loved having her butt grabbed like that. What happened next made Daryl realize how much smaller than him Bay truly was and how big his hands were compared to her small built... how much bigger everything was compared to her lithe frame, because as he readjusted his grip on her butt to squeeze it, his fingertips were already brushing lightly across her opening. Bay jumped and gasped in pleasurable shock, not having anticipated feeling his fingers there just yet. Daryl didn't miss a beat and lifted Bay up by her ass, having her wrap her long, slim legs around his waist.

Daryl awkwardly shuffled them towards the bed, trying not to fall, because he was still wearing his sneakers and his pants were pooled around his ankles, getting him dangerously close to stumbling. As soon as he felt the edge of the sofabed hit his shins, Daryl carefully set Bay down in the middle of it and pulled his lips from hers. "Hold on." he breathed and sat down on the edge with his back to her, to unlace his sneakers and pull them off, along with his socks and pants. Bay had the strong urge to shield herself from his curious, hungry eyes, but she fought that urge with all she had. She succeeded in not crossing her arms over her chest, but she did clamp her legs together and bend her knees, while a blush spread on her face. When Daryl was done and turned back around to face her, he made the effort of not staring at her right away. He scooted up to her on his side and kissed her passionately to distract her a little from her embarrassment. He put his hand to the side of her throat, his thumb tracing her jawline while they kissed and only when he felt her relax again, did he slowly move his hand lower. He was able to feel her rapid heartbeat when he got closer to her left breast, poor thing was shaking, too, but he knew that she would stop him if she would want to, so he slowly proceeded with his exploration of her naked body. His hand closed over her soft breast and immediately he felt the soft nipple pebble underneath his palm, the hardened peak now poking his hand as he massaged the round globe firmly. Bay's kisses grew more urgent as she arched her back and pushed her breast further into his hand. Daryl smiled into the kiss before he pulled away and nuzzled her for a second. He needed to see her now, he couldn't wait any longer.

"We can stop." he murmured when he felt her breathing pick up and her shaking get more intense.

"No, I don't want to stop. I want this. I'm just nervous. Keep going." she smiled encouragingly and kissed him hard one more time before she released him and laid back with her arms by her side.

Daryl trailed his index finger along her jaw, down her neck and slowly down to her chest, following it with his eyes. He reached the top of the scar and traced it down to the valley between her breasts, finally laying eyes on her beautiful boobs again. They're fucking perfect. They looked as round and perky as he remembered them. His eyes flicked down between her legs for a quick look, happy to see that she wasn't bald, but that was already all he was able to see for the time being, because she had her legs pressed together. His hand ventured back to her left breast, while his head dipped down to her right one. Parting his lips, he let his tongue slip out and lave her nipple while his fingers gently pinched the other one, drawing the most delicious moan from Bay. He fought a smirk, instead he closed his lips around the rosy peak and started suckling, having her gasp and moan his name, and loving how responsive she was. One of her hands went to the back of his head, fisting his soft blonde strands and pulling on them a little, making him groan in the back of his throat. Just like he had done with his hands, he started experimenting with his mouth, gently biting and tugging at her stiff nipple, trying to find out what she liked and once again being excited, that she seemed to love freaking everything he did. Every little ministration of his was pulling breathy whispers, moans and gasps from her, soon having his dick throb painfully inside his boxers.

Before he was able to let his hand wander further down, Bay was trying to push him on his back, wanting her turn now. She had already explored his body over the past couple of weeks, the only thing she hadn't explored yet, was his manhood. A fact, Daryl became increasingly aware of as she slid her hand over his belly and down towards his boxers. Usually she used to stop just before she would reach the waistband, but this time, she slid her hands down a little further, until the fingertips of her shaky hand rested right on top of it. That's where she hesitated, waiting for his approval to keep going. She didn't have to wait very long. Daryl gently put his hand on top of hers and guided it lower and a bit to the side, where his still covered, stiff cock was hot, pulsing and waiting for her touch. He lightly curled her fingers around him before he removed his hand, his breath turning a bit labored as he waited for her next course of action.

Bay had a hard time not snapping her eyes open and breaking their kiss in shock. He had felt big pressed against her, but now that she had him in her hand, she knew that he really was quite big. The fabric bothered her, she wanted to feel him for real, to see him and find out what she was really dealing with. "Can we... umm..." She removed her hand from his length and gently tugged at the boxers. "Can we get rid of these?" she asked timidly and bit her lip while she waited for his response.

It really is happening... Fuck me, I'm gonna cum so damn fast... Daryl thought as he slowly nodded and helped her to rid him of his last piece of clothing. When his impressive cock sprang free, the swollen tip bumping his belly just underneath his belly button, he noticed Bay's eyes widen noticeably. This time she wasn't able to hide her shock, and it made Daryl feel proud and nervous at the same time. He didn't want her to be scared of or repulsed by it. He wasn't able to detect either of those emotions in her expression. Mostly, she just looked surprised and a little intrigued if he wasn't mistaken. Bay took a deep breath to gather some courage and carefully wrapped her hand around him again, marveling how he felt in her hand. The skin was so soft, which contradicted so much with the hardness she also felt. It was like a rock that was covered in velvet. She liked it, and she didn't even notice that she was smiling slightly as she looked at him. He was quite thick, much bigger than she had anticipated, and it was a little intimidating, but she found herself thinking of his thingy as beautiful and the big pull of arousal inside her center told her, that she really was very attracted to it and enjoyed looking at it and holding it.

Daryl gripped the sheets so hard that his knuckles had turned white as she experimentally let her thumb rub up towards the tip as far as it would go and back down. Her tentative exploration was a big turn on and her wondrous expression when she felt his dick jump in her palm, really was a sight to see. Right now she didn't seem nervous, she seemed excited and curious and it was killing him. Bay thought back to all the sex tips she had read in the magazines by now, she knew she was supposed to move her hand up and down, so she did. She tightened her grip a little bit and tentatively moved her hand up slowly. Daryl groaned low in his throat and gripped the sheets, that covered the sofa-bed, even tighter. It felt so fucking good, he thought he might just go out of his mind if he didn't get off soon. It was so much better than it's ever been before. Her touch felt incredibly intense to him, even though it was still very soft and hesitant. She slowly and experimentally stroked her hand back down, then up again and he felt the familiar warmth spreading through his lower regions and a moment later, a drop of pre-cum formed at the little slit, moistening the throbbing tip as it slowly started to slide down the underside of the mushroom-shaped head. Bay caught the drop of moisture with her fingers on the next upward stroke, taking note of how much easier her fingers slipped across his skin with the added lubrication. Without knowing what she was really doing, she held her hand still and just softly rubbed the pads of her fore- and middle finger along the wet trail his pre-cum had left. Unknowingly she massaged the little bit of fluid into one of his most sensitive spots, that little strip of skin that connected his shaft to the head of his dick. Daryl hissed and jerked harshly when she proceeded to rub a little circle against the underside of his swollen glans and back down to the frenulum, making him release even more pre-cum. His dick was throbbing and twitching so hard that it was starting to turn painful, her explorations were seriously driving him insane, but in the absolute best way. He never wanted the sweet torture to stop. His reaction tore Bay out of her little world she had been in and she grew a little nervous, not knowing if he really liked it or what she should do now.

"I-is..." she blushed and barely dared to look up to his face. "Am I doing this right? W-what do I do...?" before Daryl was able to say anything, Bay got distracted when she noticed his balls. Play with his balls. That's what the article and Erin said. Bay adjusted her position so she would be able to use both hands comfortably and carefully cupped his tight balls in her left hand and let her thumb rub over the slightly wrinkled, but soft, skin.

"Mmmm... fuck... yeah, do that..." Daryl gasped. "Don't stop." he instructed and gently grabbed her other hand in his and wrapped it back around his dick, showing her how firm he liked to have it gripped. "Just move it... like before... little faster..." he murmured under labored breath and released her hand again, letting her work her innocent magic. Bay nodded and focused fully on the task at hand. It wasn't a chore, though. Even though she was still a bit nervous, she had fun, she liked what she was doing and she was surprised that it really aroused her to the point that she had to press her legs together, because that torturous throbbing was back. She acted on instinct and just gently started to feel up his balls a little, rolling and gently massaging them in her palm, while her other hand worked his big, hard erection. It was so heavy, but it felt really good to have that solid weight resting in her palm. She startled slightly when Daryl released a long groan and gripped his own hair with both hands, like he was trying to hold on to his sanity.

"Fuck... right there, Bay..." her thumb had rubbed along the underside of his head again, more by accident, but now that she knew he liked that, she tried to do it deliberately on every other stroke, making him squirm and groan, which gave her a bit of a rush and she felt powerful, for lack of a better word. She was able to make him feel good, and she was damn proud of it. The nice thing was, that giving him a handjob was distracting her from her own nudity and so Daryl was able to admire nude form while she knelt by his hip and stroked him towards what promised to be a mind-blowing orgasm. He reached out and grabbed hold of one of her tits, squeezing and frantically rolling and pinching her nipple between his fingers, eliciting shudders and moans from his girlfriend. At the same time, it made her move her hands faster as her own pleasure spiked a bit, and Daryl was ready to blow. He put his free hand on top of hers again and guided it to stroke him harder and faster, teaching her how to give him the maximum amount of pleasure that would send him over the edge. Just a moment later she felt Daryl's turgid length contract and spasm and then the first spurt of his load hit their joined hands. Daryl was breathing fast and harshly, releasing little grunts during his release, while he kept moving their hands, but slowed down the pace as the next spurts hit his belly and chest. Soon his whole body relaxed and his hands fell to his sides, while Bay looked at his naked, sated form in complete awe. She had never seen anything better than Daryl's naked body, and she certainly had never seen anything more fascinating than Daryl having an orgasm and cumming all over their hands and himself.

"I wanna do that again." Bay said without thinking and with the biggest smile on her face. Daryl looked at her in surprise, before he laughed happily and pulled her down to lay next to him. With his arm around her shoulders he pulled her closer, putting his other hand to her face to hold her close while he kissed her deeply, trying to put all kinds of emotions into the kiss as his tongue massaged hers. Bay held on to his wrist with one hand, squeezing it as she kissed him back and enjoyed his post-coital happiness with him.

"Ya liked doing that?" he murmured with a smile while he nuzzled her nose.

"Very much." she grinned with an adorable blush tinting her cheeks a rosy color.

"Well damn... we ain't ever gon' leave this bed then, I reckon." he chuckled.

"At least not today." She laughed. "I have work tomorrow, while you have time off until Thursday."

"Call in sick." he suggested and was absolutely serious. Now that he had tasted blood, he wanted much, much more of what they had just done. Staying in bed until Thursday morning would be absolutely perfect.

"No way." she sighed. "It's tempting, but no way." she smiled as a gentle shudder shook her body, because Daryl was caressing her arm and shoulder, and it tickled a little.

"Come on..." he coaxed and let his lips travel to her neck to give her a little nip. He turned on his side a little to face her and let his hand roam to her breasts, massaging and teasing her hardening nipple.

"Mary would have to do a double at the store and find a babysitter for her kids... I can't do that to her, it's not right." Bay breathed deeply as her eyes fell shut. Daryl's lips were traveling further down and kissing her breast all over.

"Then call in sick at the restaurant." he chuckled just before he found a good spot next to her nipple and started sucking to give her a new mark.

"Can't. What if someone from the restaurant comes into the store? Too ris- ooohhhh..." she moaned and gripped his hair when he sucked stronger all the while flicking both her nipples with his thumbs, making heat pool between her legs once again. The discussion was over, Daryl knew she would never go for it and also, there were more important things to take care of right now. He'd left her hanging once and he would not do it again.

When he had her panting and moaning his name he let rolled her on her back and let his right hand travel down her belly and to the side. He pulled his mouth away from her breast and looked down to where his hand sliding along her waist. He was in love with her body. She was so slim, but she had these cute little love-handles and he could not adore them more. He loved holding on to them or caressing them with his hands and lips, and he loved watching his own hands on them. He spent a moment stroking his hand over her side before he let it glide lower over her hip and her thigh. When he reached her knee, he slowly slid his hand to the inside and let it glide back up the inside of her thigh, gently parting her legs. He felt her starting to shake again and he was nervous, too, but this was a moment he'd fantasized about very often and he didn't really have the wherewithal to calm her down. Her legs fell open and he finally got to see all of her. His mouth watered and his finger were itching to touch. Pretties pussy I ever saw. All mine. Nobody else but me gets to play with you, baby girl. The thought made him growl quietly and he watched his hand slide up the rest of the way before they finally made contact. Both of them shivered and Daryl cupped her sex in his big hand while he tried to drown out the sound of his blood rushing in his ears. For a moment he lost his nerve a little bit, because this was new to him as well. He had seen tons of movies and looked at magazines, he knew what to do, but he'd never done it before and was worried that he wouldn't be able to make her cum. Nut up, man, he told himself and took a deep breath to center himself again. Slowly he started moving his hand again, letting his fingertips stroke over her soft pussy lips and up to her trimmed strip of pubic hair, rubbing his thumb through it, before his fingers trailed back down again, until he felt her opening. He was excited when he felt that she was wet, it meant he was doing something right. He kept himself from plunging his finger inside of her right away, instead he traced his fingers up her slit, looking for her clit. His mind was spinning and he noticed that his breathing had picked up speed and that need was starting to throb in his loins again. He understood where Bay was coming from, telling him that she had liked giving him a handjob. He was already addicted to her pussy and he had barely touched it yet.

Bay was shaking like a leaf, but it wasn't nervousness anymore, it was from excitement and very strong arousal. This was what she had needed those times she had tried to get herself off. She needed Daryl's touch to get there. She had never felt anything like it, she felt like she was burning up, sweat was breaking out on her skin and covered her in a fine sheen, making her look even more enticing, and she also felt like she was dying if Daryl wouldn't help her find her release soon.

"Oh God!" this time it was her turn to grip the sheets. Daryl had found her clit and was now pressing down on it and moving his fingers in a circular motion. "Oh God... oh God... Oh Daryl! Ohgodohgodohgod... she was stemming her feet into the sofa and instinctively grinding herself harder against his fingers. Without removing his fingers, Daryl sat up next to her, just like she had earlier, wanting to get the full visual and also in order to be able to use both hands. She looked so damn sexy, her head lolling from side to side on the pillow, sweat covering her body, her small fists holding on tight to the sheets, her hips undulating and moving against his fingers wantonly and all that with that damn silver cross resting between her breasts, reminding him that she was his good little baby girl. His good little baby girl that desperately wanted him to give her an orgasm. He was painfully hard again.

She moaned in frustration when he changed hands and she lost his touch for a second, making Daryl chuckle proudly, that she was craving him like that. He kept on rubbing her with his left hand while the middle finger of his right hand sought out her opening again. Bay's breath hitched and she stilled all her movement when he slowly and carefully pushed it in, penetrating her for the very first time ever. Holy fucking mother of God! Tight... fuck, so goddamn tight. It shouldn't have been a surprise, but it still made his brain melt a little. The caveman inside of him was doing a happy dance at being the first and only one to be inside of her and his cock started weeping pre-cum when he thought about pushing it into that tight passage of hers. The thought of deflowering and stretching her turned him on way more than it should, he was sure of that, but at the same time there was a sliver of fear mixed in with all that primal urge shit. He was big and she was so goddamn tiny,... he'd do his best to prepare her and get her going when the time came, but the fear of hurting her was still there.

He moved his finger a little deeper until it was fully embedded inside of her, then he pulled it back out before pushing it inside again, slowly starting to finger-fuck her. Bay quickly got used to the new feeling and in combination with having him rub her clit, it felt absolutely fantastic. She soon started moving her hips again, grinding herself against him, unknowingly guiding him by the way she moved. As her movements got faster and more frantic, he started rubbing her harder and fingering her faster. He knew she was close, because she had started clenching around his finger and the way she was starting to pant and chant his name, her voice full of need. He added a second finger and almost spontaneously combusted when Bay released a little shout and arched her neck and her back, pushing down on his fingers hard. He fucking loved that she let herself go with him like this, it made this whole thing so much easier and so much sexier and more fun.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..." she chanted desperately, as she felt the pressure building more and more. Her hips rose off the bed and her whole body started to tense, like a string that was being pulled as taut as possible, and then everything stilled, both of them holding their breaths, Bay being completely still while Daryl's fingers kept working her. And then the string snapped and Bay came undone. Daryl thought she might scream, but she didn't, simply because she didn't have the oxygen left to scream, but with every sharp exhale she released a moan that sounded so much different from her previous ones. They were no longer needy, these ones were ecstatic, low, guttural and seemed almost freeing for her as she finally let go of all that tension that had built in side of her pretty much from the day she had realized that she wanted him. Her orgasm was intense and Daryl was able to tell by the way she just kept contracting around his fingers all the while wetting his hand with a little gush of liquid arousal. He thought that was a good sign and he couldn't help the goofy and proud grin that was forming on his lips. He did it and it had been better than he'd ever imagined. Bay coming apart was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard and seen.

When he felt her calm, he slowly withdrew his fingers and quickly wiped his hand on the sheet before he laid back down with her and pulled her into his arms. "Holy shit!" Bay laughed under her breath, making Daryl's grin widen.

"That good that I have ya swearin'?"

"Hell yeah." she giggled and hid her happy face behind her hands for a moment. "Wow... I figured it would feel good, but this... wow." She removed her hands, showing him her flushed face and her big, happy grin. "You're amazing."

"So are you." he smiled and kissed her gently. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled himself on his back with her. Bay was ready to cuddle into his side and close her eyes for a moment, but then her leg brushed his erection. She looked at him with a surprised expression and bit her lip with a grin.

"Can I...?" she asked as she let her hand wrap around him, wanting to give him another handjob and another orgasm.

"Hell yeah." he grinned, thinking that he was the luckiest fool on the whole damn planet, as she started stroking him.

Daryl hadn't wanted to leave her side, but when he had freshened up in the bathroom after a little nap, he had realized that he was out of clean underwear. He still had some stuff at Patrick's, so later that night when Bay cooked dinner, Daryl got in his truck to make a quick trip over to his best friend's apartment, to pick up the rest of his stuff. He figured he wouldn't stay there anymore, unless Bay kicked him out, and he would try his hardest to not let that happen.

Before he entered he listened at the door, not wanting to walk in on any of their sexual activities, but when he was met with silence, he opened the door with his key and was relieved to find the apartment dark and empty. He switched on the light in the living room and went to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag from one of the drawers. He stuffed all his remaining things into the bag and found himself smiling while he did it. This was the happiest he had ever been. Bay was the best. She was the coolest. She was the sweetest. She was the sexiest and the prettiest. And she was all his.

He was just about to stuff some meat from the freezer into another plastic bag, because Patrick wouldn't need all of it for himself, when he heard a loud knock on the door. It wasn't unusual, people did stop by occasionally, but Daryl frowned anyway, because he wasn't in the mood for socializing. He wanted to get back to Bay as quickly as possible. He took the meat he wanted and closed the freezer, before he walked up to the door and yanked it open. "What?" he grunted, before he froze with wide eyes. SHIT!

"Ha, knew I'd find ya here! Miss me, baby brother?"

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Snowbird: I hope the slots didn't make you go bankrupt, lol. Thank you for your wonderful review. And I agree, how awesome would it be to have Bay on the show, lol, but it will never happen. However, she will be alive and well in this story which I hopefully will be able to continue for a very long time. I hope you enjoyed Bay and Daryl's newest round of exploration. I'm sure now that both of them tasted blood, there will be more to come. Much much love to you and a wonderful rest of the weekend.