Bethany Sutton Chapter 11

Beth and Daryl had another argument. This time it was over what kind of flowers they would plant in the flowerboxes.

“But the roses are prettier,” Daryl said.

“The chrysanthemums are pretty too. I don’t see why we can’t have both.”

“What color, then?”

“All kinds.”

Daryl made a show of caving to her and she smiled happily. That, in turn, made him happy. They chose a variety of flowers already in bloom, in a range of colors to brighten the courtyard. Daryl hoped like hell they’d be able to keep the flowers alive. Even if they failed they knew they’d enjoy trying.

Lunch was approaching. Daryl wanted to grab some sandwiches and take them to a shade tree in Meadow Park. As they were heading to the truck they passed a music store that boasted to sell everything from vinyl records, to 8-tracks and cassettes. She grabbed Daryl’s hand and dragged him inside.

“Oh, God, look,” she said, pointing to a neon sign at the very back of the store that said Adults Only. The entrance was manned by a young guy leaning, bored, on the counter. Beth pulled Daryl with her and the guy looked up.

“Sorry, Miss, but you gotta be eighteen to go in, even if you do have your father’s permission.”

“He’s not my father he’s my boyfriend.”

“Knock it off, Zach, you know damn well I don’t have kids,” Daryl complained.

Zach laughed at his not-very-funny joke and allowed them to pass.

“Don’t let that bother you,” Beth said, reading Daryl’s expression. He gave away more than he knew, at least in her eyes.

“I am a lot older than you,” he pointed out.

“None of that matters.”

“Wait,” he said, pulling up short when they got a little further in to the aisle. There was only one other customer, a man in his fifties perusing porn movies an aisle over. “How old are you?”

The old man looked in their direction, interested now. Beth ignored him.

“Nineteen.”

Daryl flinched nearly imperceptibly. Nearly.

“I’m an adult, Daryl. If it makes you feel better I’ll be twenty this December.”

His noncommittal grunt irritated Beth. She turned to the man who was openly staring at them, watching what he hoped would turn into an interesting show.

“Go mind your own business, you dirty old fart,” she groused. He huffed and turned away, and Beth looked back to Daryl.

“I’m not a child, Daryl. I’m old enough to know what I want and who I want to be with.”

“I know. Just give me a minute to wrap my mind around it,” he said.

She pulled him along, past a wall of shelves offering incense, lubricants, and edible underwear. They turned the corner of an aisle and saw a display case that showcased several types of toys. This grabbed Beth’s attention. She looked over the dildos, both plastic and glass, the vibrators, cock rings, and butt plugs, with interest.

Daryl stood beside her, watching her as she studied the items lined up before them. He was deeply conflicted. He had feelings for her but at the same time she was so much younger than him. Half his age to be precise. He felt just a little bit perverted until he saw how she languidly stroked a finger across her chest and stared at the sex toys. She was right--she wasn’t a little girl at all.

There was a flush to her skin and her pupils had dilated. He saw her nipples were hard and stood proudly against the thin cotton of her tee-shirt. He wondered what she knew of sex. He wanted to teach her about pleasure while she reminded him of what it was to be innocent. He wanted to learn about love and trust from her while she learned the art of lovemaking from him.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked quietly.

Beth shook her head and Daryl tried not to feel disappointed. “I’ve had a couple of boyfriends, but you made me feel more with a shoulder rub than they ever did in bed.”

Daryl trusted Beth to be honest with him so he took her word at that. He pointed to a very small vibrator called a bullet. It was white and purple.

“You’d love that,” he said. “I’ll buy it for you.”

“Daryl, I don’t want you to spend your money on me.”

“I know,” he answered. “That’s why I want to. I know you’re interested in me and not my bank account. Trust me. You’ll love this.”

Beth wrapped her arms around him. “I’d rather have you.”

“You will,” he promised. “Until then, use this.”

They began to peruse the movies, laughing at the ridiculous titles.

“Oh no. Look at this one. mASSinations,” Beth read out loud with a cringe. She located a DVD with three men dressed in period clothing but the crotches were cut out and their exaggerated penises hung out. “The Three Dickateers. That one's so corny it actually hurts to read it!”

They broke into laughter. Daryl found himself amused as well. He pointed to a few covers and read their titles aloud. “The Sperminator, The Golden Shower Girls, There Will Be Cum. I don’t want to even think about Titty, Titty, Bang, Bang.”

Beth’s eyes landed on a video that caught her attention. How to Fuck Like a Pro. “Maybe I should get that one.”

Daryl led her away from it. “No. They’ll try to teach you to become a porn star. That’s not what sex really is, Beth. That’s not how people express love.”

“But I want it to be good for you when we finally do it.”

Her eyes were big and blue and heartbreakingly honest. “Just being with you is going to be the best sex I’ll ever have,” he said honestly. She looked dubious and worried but didn’t argue the point. Instead he bought her the tiny vibrator, and batteries, and they headed out.

“Let’s eat at my place after we lug all the potting soil and plants up to the roof,” she said. “It’s too hot to stay outdoors and I’m about to burn to a crisp again.”

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It was well past three in the afternoon when Beth and Daryl had all the supplies for the flowerboxes loaded up to the roof. She collapsed on the bed, intent on getting up as soon as Daryl came in, to make their lunch. Instead he laid down beside her and handed her a bottle of water, which she drained.

“I have an idea,” she said.

“Lay it on me.”

Beth leaned up on one elbow to regard him. “I know you don’t want to rush into sex but I’ve got needs just like any woman, so why not compromise? Meet me half way.”

Daryl frowned and wondered what she was going to suggest. He didn’t want to turn her down. He didn’t want to do anything that would make her unhappy, but he also didn’t want to repeat the mistakes of his past.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I get myself off. You watch me.”

Daryl could sense Beth’s need in the way she looked at him, in the hope in her big blue eyes, and he couldn’t refuse her. Watching her masturbate would test the limits of his resolve and his willpower but it would help her relieve some sexual tension, so he agreed.

“Okay. I’m game.”

Beth laughed happily and kissed him. “Put the batteries in the vibrator. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Daryl set to work opening the box while Beth headed off to the bathroom. As he put the batteries into the vibrator he thought of what was to come and wondered if he could hold out. He’d had a lot of sex in his life but it had always been work for him. It wasn’t that the sex had been unpleasant. Far from it. It had just become so routine to him and there hadn’t been any emotion behind it.

Now he was with a woman he had feelings for and he hoped he could control himself. He was playing with fire, so was she, and he didn’t want either of them to get burned. Though sex was something he was intimately familiar with, it also occurred to Daryl that Beth was still fairly new to it. It still held wonder for her, and excitement. Besides, he doubted she’d been touched in a while, or had any kind of sexual activity. If he wanted her to wait for the right time for them to come together then he would have to give her something to tide her over.

Beth emerged from the bathroom and grabbed her phone. She tapped out a quick text to Michonne, 632. Then she came to the bed and pulled the ponytail from her hair so that it hung down. She played her fingers through her hair and teased it until it looked windswept and slightly wild.

“You’re so beautiful, Beth,” he said quietly.

“Really? I mean…I don’t think I’m anything special and you’ve been with a lot of beautiful women.”

He supposed that for a long time, if not always, the ghosts of the women he’d taken to his bed would haunt their relationship. He didn’t want that but there was little he could do about it but assure her that she was the only one he was with now.

“You’re beautiful. In my eyes you’re the loveliest woman I’ve ever seen. Try to remember that I’m with you and only you. None of those other women matter. I didn’t feel anything for them.”

“You feel for me?”

“Deeply,” he said.

He was telling the truth. She could sense it and it made her heart swell with affection so intense it was like a physical pain in her chest. She was falling hard, and fast, and it scared her. It also thrilled her.

Careful to keep eye contact, Beth pulled her shirt off. Daryl allowed his gaze to slide down to her small breasts, which were tipped with pink nipples. He went to reach for one of the hardened buds but she halted his hand.

“You don’t touch me. I don’t touch you.”

“Those are the rules?”

“If we put our hands on each other it’ll lead us down a path you’re not ready to take,” she pointed out.

He nodded, knowing she was right. Still, he drew in a breath and hissed with frustration and longing. “Okay…”

Daryl’s eyes devoured every inch of Beth, and tracked every move she made, as she undressed. When she was finally naked before him she crawled onto the bed.

“I want to see you. All of you,” she said. Her voice was thick with need.

Eager to give Beth what she wanted, Daryl took off his clothes. He wanted to make this good for her, and he wanted to enjoy it himself. He kicked aside his jeans and knelt at the foot of the bed, facing Beth.

She drew her knees up and then parted them to fully reveal herself to Daryl. She watched as his flaccid cock swelled and grew to an impressive size. He was long and thick, and she longed to feel him sheathed fully inside her. Someday she would. She just hoped that it would be soon.

The tiny vibrator buzzed with an intensity she didn’t expect. She placed it against her sensitive clit and moaned at the sensations it induced. Daryl was right--she did love the little device.

“Oh, God…”

The vibrator was intense and it sent tiny little shocks deep inside. Her pussy, the core of her body, began to fill with delicious tension. That tension was intensified knowing that Daryl was watching her, and also by watching him stroke his cock. Their moans intensified as they struggled to climax.

Beth came first. Her body clenched inside and she instinctively reached for the sheets on either side of her as her hips bucked off the bed while she rode the waves of her orgasm. She could still hear the slap-slap-slap sound as Daryl pumped himself. His face was flushed and he had the most intense look of longing on his face that Beth had ever seen in another human being.

“Come on my tits,” she gasped, sensing he was close. He hurried to straddle her and she watched with anticipation as he worked to find release. He came, explosively, his come bursting from him to land in thick, hot globs on her chest. He cried out, his head thrown back, and she knew he was truly lost in the moment.

“Fuck!” he moaned, as the last of his climax drizzled lightly over his knuckles. He collapsed next to her and struggled to catch his breath.

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Andrea Harris stared through the binoculars into Beth’s apartment. She could only see Beth’s feet since the bed was shoved back into a nook, but she could see Daryl just fine.

“Something wrong?” Lori asked. She came over with a lit cigarette that she passed to Andrea, before lighting one for herself.

“Daryl. That guy’s got one intense dick,” Andrea answered.

“Andie!” Lori swatted at her girlfriend. “You’re not watching them have sex are you?”

“Mutual masturbation,” said Andrea, and she took a deep pull off her Marlboro Red. “He’s close. I think he’s gonna come on her perky little titties. Or maybe in her mouth. Fuck, I can’t see from this angle!”

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” Lori admonished.

Andrea put the binoculars down and turned to Lori. “Oh, like you haven’t noticed her nineteen-year-old tits, or that guy, from head to toe. He’s a whore. I wonder how much he’d charge for a three-way with us?”

“Beth’s got feelings for him. I think he loves her, too, so there won’t be any three-ways between you, me, and Daryl.”

Andrea pouted. “Spoil sport.”

“We’ll just have to stick with each other,” Lori replied.

“I can live with that.”

Andrea leaned in and kissed Lori. She deepened it before running a finger over Lori’s jeans, just where her clit was.

“Wanna fuck?”

“Yes,” Lori said at once. “Later. Right now we’ve got guard duty.”

Andrea sighed in frustration and sat back to finish her cigarette.

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