The Love Club - Part 5 - Daryl and Carol

Saturday evening was clear, warm, and sunny. Carol Peletier’s weary feet carried her aching body up the metal mesh steps to her bunk. She was exhausted after helping five other men and women get the laundry done. People were responsible for washing their clothes but other items were done for the community, by the community.

Huge vats of boiling, soapy water sterilized the blankets, sheets, washcloths, and towels. Then other vats of cold water rinsed them. Huge, manually operated ringers made the work of ringing the water from the clothes easier than doing it by hand but the entire job was backbreaking. Thank God she only had to help out once a month now instead of three days a week as she had previously.

The little note on her pillow was unmistakable and it was the last thing she wanted to see. Last week she’d  had the job of taking Zach’s virginity. She’d received flowers and fruit from him since and she was afraid people in the club would realize they’d had a tryst if he kept it up. She found it too hard to be mean to the boy but she honestly didn’t want him developing some kind of crush.

Night had fallen and her sore body protested at getting undressed so she simply lay down on her cot and opened the note.

Sunday. 10AM. The Brook. Your reward.

My reward, she thought bitterly. Who would that be? Carl Grimes?

The idea of that made her stomach queasy. She wasn’t relieving anymore inexperienced young men of their virginity. She didn’t care how hard they begged or how pathetic they looked. She knew Carl wouldn’t be there because the club was for adults and he hadn’t yet turned fifteen. Still, she was wary of going. She was wary of who she’d end up with next.

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Sunday morning came and Carol awoke in a better mood. She decided she’d go. If she found another incompatible partner this time she’d simply apologize and leave. She opened the makeshift dresser she’d made out of plastic boxes and pulled out a pair of skimpy, lacy, black panties that she’d been saving for an occasion when she got lucky.

She didn’t bother with a bra when she pulled on a pair of jeans and a thin tank top. This time she applied some makeup, just a tad bit of color to her eyes and cheeks, and a thin swipe of lipstick to color her lips nice and rosy. She decided she didn’t look too bad when she went downstairs to leave.

The Brook was the name their people had given to a stream that branched off from the stream that they drew water from. It was wider and deeper and had a good supply of fish. It was also within walking distance. Twenty minutes later she arrived at a small wooden dock that jutted out over the water and sat down. The place was quiet, usually free of walkers, and with the morning being warm and humid she decided she’d dip her feet in.

Carol was lost in thought and busy watching the occasional leaf float down the water when a pair of booted feet came to stop beside her. Daryl Dixon sat next to her and she smiled over at him.

“Well, this is a surprise.”

“Better than Zach, I hope,” he said, giving her one of his very rare smiles.

“How did you know? Did he tell?”

Daryl shook his head. “Not with words and I don’t think most people notice the way he’s been staring at you and bringing you flowers and fruit.”

He brushed off a stray eyelash that rested on her cheek. “I’ve never seen you in makeup before. You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she said, and chuckled. “He was a virgin.”

“Why am I not surprised? How long did he last?”

“All told? About forty-five seconds. Most of that time I kept having to help him back in.”

“Better than what I did my first time. I came as soon as I got in. That won’t be a problem now,” Daryl assured her. They fell silent and watched the water bubble by.

“This isn’t our first attempt at this,” he reminded her.

“I know,” Carol said, nodding. “Everybody thinks we’re screwing already.”

They weren’t screwing. They were best friends. Daryl thought that was perhaps why they weren’t screwing. Their love ran deep but it wasn’t sexual in nature.

“We don’t have to,” he said.

“Do you want out?”

He shook his head. “I figure we should at least get it on once before we die. Don’t best friends do that sometimes?”

“I just don’t want to mess us up,” she confessed. “I love you, you know.”

Daryl nodded. “I love you too.”

“But you could still have sex with me, couldn’t you?”

“I’m a man. I could have sex with Rick in the mud. I’m kidding,” he hastened to add, when Carol’s eyebrows shot up. “Just illustratin’ my point.”

Daryl widened his legs and then motioned for her to sit on the dock in front of him. She climbed over his lap and settled in, wondering what he had in mind, wondering if she could put their friendship aside enough to do this. She’d wanted to be with Daryl the last time they tried it but something just wasn’t right. Perhaps it was the idea of a commitment. Perhaps it was the idea that if they did it once they’d have to keep doing it, even if that kind of love wasn’t between them.

This time, though, there was no expectation of a commitment. They could fuck, see what it was like with each other, and then go on about their lives. That was the beauty of this Love Club, Carol thought. They could be with people without the expectation that they had to pretend to feel and want things from the other person that they really didn’t.

Daryl began to run his fingertips up and down her arms in long, lazy strokes. It felt good. There was no expectation in his touch. It was just a touch. That, in itself, was arousing. She sighed and enjoyed the feel of his slightly calloused hands on her. He circled his left hand around to her front and slid it gently under her shirt, urging her to lean back against him which she did.

The warmth of his hand caused a flutter in Carol’s belly. Daryl sensed she liked what he was doing so he very gently eased his hand up to cup one of her breasts and to play his thumb over her nipple, which hardened at once. She tilted her head to the right and Daryl lavished small kisses on her neck. Suddenly all of her fears about ruining their friendship faded. He wasn’t her best friend anymore. He was a desirable man. A lover to enjoy on a beautiful, warm, Sunday morning in early autumn.

“Daryl…” she sighed, when his hand slipped into her pants, under the lacy panties, to rub his middle finger over her swollen, hardened clit. She was slick now, and felt her body relax in anticipation of taking some part of him into her.

“We may be more comfortable in the grass,” he said. “It’s dry now.”

She nodded and stood with his help. He’d brought a blanket and she hadn’t been aware of it until she turned away from the water and saw it lying there on the dock. He grabbed it and then spread it out in the soft grass beside the water.

“Allow me,” he said, when she went to pull her shirt off.

Daryl took time to undress Carol. He enjoyed the act, since it was one he didn’t think he’d ever get to indulge in. She toed off her shoes and he knelt before her to undo the clasp of her jeans and work them off her gently flared hips. She had such a curvy, womanly body. She was mature, in very good shape and he found her to be desirable and sexy.

Now Daryl was faced with Carol’s womanhood, which was coated in soft, iron gray curls that matched her hair. He ran his hands up and over her hips, planted soft, wet kisses on her tummy, and then put one of her legs over his broad shoulder before flicking his tongue out to taste her.

Sasha had a very pungent, sweet flavor. Carol had a very mild scent, and a matching mild flavor that was as sweet as she was savory. He eagerly lapped at her moistened folds and Carol found herself moaning as he did. Daryl had always seemed so awkward with women. She hadn't expected him to possess this kind of experience in pleasing a woman. He was an enthusiastic lover. Unlike with Zach, there was nothing clumsy or sloppy about Daryl, or how he used his tongue.

His powerful arms wrapped around her and Daryl eased her to the ground. She could feel herself on the brink of release, and he pushed her, none to gently, over that bring with short, fast swipes of his tongue and sinking his fingers deep inside her, curling them, and touching her spot with just enough force to get her off. She forgot that she lived in a world with dead people that roamed the earth, seeking to feast on the living, so she didn’t try to smother her cries as she felt her pussy clench and release in pleasurable ripples deep inside.

When Carol opened her eyes it was to the sight of sunlight dappling down through the trees above. Her thighs felt weak and her body felt warm and wonderfully boneless. Daryl lay down beside her and placed a hand over her belly. She hadn’t even realized he’d undressed.

“Come here,” he said, and pulled her close to him for a long, deep, slow kiss.

The entwining of their tongues, the feel of his hands on her body, the aftershocks inside, didn’t entice Carol to relax but to roll onto Daryl. She lavished kisses down the flat plane of his belly and took in the sight of the patch of brown hair that led to his manhood. He was fully erect. His dick was long and thick and veined. She was going to have him inside of her and knowing it made her juices flow warm and thick onto her thighs.

Her tongue played over the head of Daryl’s cock, tasting the salty sweet pre-come that beaded there. She languidly stroked her tongue along the shaft, eliciting a long, slow, contented sigh from Daryl. He lightly stroked her hair while she took him into her mouth and suckled him with the expertise that could only come from a woman with years of experience at being a lover who understood how a man’s body worked. She didn’t just pay tongue service to his cock, but to his heavy, swollen balls as well, taking them gently into her mouth and suckling them with just enough pressure to make him moan.

“Fuck, Carol…” he sighed. He looked down at her. She had the prettiest eyes, the fullest lips. He never thought he’d see those lips wrapped around his dick. He was glad he’d have the memory of it when this meeting was over.

She released his balls and slowly climbed over him. She put one toned leg on either side of his body and then positioned him at her slick entrance before slowly easing herself onto him.

“Oh, God…” she sighed, feeling Daryl fill her completely.

She began to roll her hips, slowly at first, then with more urgency. Daryl planted his feet on the ground and began to thrust up. Their heavy breath, their moans, the slapping of skin, the moist sound of their joining and the bubbling of the brook filled their ears. Daryl took a firm grip of Carol’s hips, digging his fingertips into her soft skin, and thrust one final time before emptying himself into her.

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They weren’t supposed to walk back to the prison together. They were supposed to give nothing of their tryst away to those who may also be in the Love Club, but that didn’t mean anything to them. They were Carol and Daryl, long time best friends, and they didn’t answer to the Matchmaker. At least not regarding their friendship.

“I enjoyed it,” Carol said.

“Better than Zach?”

She laughed. “Much better. Just don’t start sending me flowers and fruit. You’ll give us away.”

He nodded and walked toward the gate. “Carol…I’m glad you’re my best friend.”

“Same here,” she said, and looped her arm through his for the rest of the walk home.


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