Touches - Chapter Two

Beth didn’t react immediately. She just sat there, staring at him, grateful he didn’t push. He just stared back at her, his eyes locked on hers, but she saw his bottom lip tremble a couple of times and she knew this was as torturous for him as her.

“Um…take off my clothes?”

Daryl nodded but didn’t speak again.

He’d asked if she trusted him. She’d said yes. Now he was asking her to prove it. She felt a flutter in her belly when she stood up. Daryl Dixon had asked her to get naked. She’d known they were going to talk about masturbation but she’d just thought talk was all that would be involved. Did he have some kind of practical lesson in mind? Was he going to walk her through it or did he plan to touch her? What was about to happen?

With terribly trembling hands Beth lifted her shirt off and busied her hands with turning it right side out again. Just anything to keep from flying out of her skin. Daryl was watching her and she realized that she liked it. She was standing there trembling in her bra, with Daryl watching her take off her clothes, and she could feel her pulse quicken.

“All of them?”

He nodded, remaining silent. Beth couldn’t get her fingers to work right to unclasp her bra so she just pulled it over her head. She was intensely aware of how her breasts dropped and lightly jiggled when she pulled the material over her head. His eyes were glued to her tits and that made her nipples harden almost painfully. Even the breeze from the open window felt like a physical touch, a caress on her sensitive flesh. That spurred her on to pull off her shorts and kick off her shoes. Now she stood before him, fully naked.

It took a couple of seconds to find her voice and make it come out as more than a quaky squeak.

“Now what?”

“Lay down,” he said. He pulled a cushion off of a chair so she could use it as kind of a pillow.

Beth lay down, her feet now to the window, and she rested her head on the little cushion and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. Her blood was thundering in her ears so hard she could hardly hear anything besides her own heartbeat.

“It’s okay,” Daryl said, trying to help her calm down. “I mean, you ain’t gotta do this. I just thought since telling you stuff wasn’t workin’ I could show you.”

“I’m okay,” she squeaked again. She cleared her throat, wishing she had something to drink.

“Mouth dry?” he asked.

She nodded and he got up.

“I’ll be back in a second.”

She was so glad he was gone. She needed the solitude to get herself under control. She was wired like she’d drank ten shots of espresso. In the minute that Daryl was gone she regained some of her composure but when he was back with a bottle of water she guzzled half of it.

“Thanks,” she said nervously.

He nodded and set the bottle on the table.

“You ready?”

 Beth nodded.

“Show me how you did it, with your palm,” he said.

He wanted her to touch herself. In front of him. He was going to watch her masturbate! Or at least try. Biting her lip, Beth reached for herself, but her thighs closed up and her hand shook so bad she literally ended up just resting her hand on her belly.

“Beth it’s okay,” he said. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I know.”

“You said you trusted me. So trust me. Trust yourself, too. Breathe. It’s okay.”

His assurances helped her calm down. He held up a hand, showing them to her, before slowly reaching down to take her knees and pull them apart. He lifted them so her feet were flat on the floor but not at a sharp angle. Then he put his hands on his legs and nodded at her.

With a slightly calmer hand she reached for herself and pressed down. She rubbed side to side and then stopped.

“I did it like that,” she said.

“Okay. Try it like this.”

Again he showed her his hand so she knew what was coming. Or so she thought.

He placed her hand back on herself then rested his over hers and began to rub in an up and down motion. Somehow he knew just the right amount of pressure. Not too little, not too much.

“Like that,” he said, and sat back again. “You do it.”

Beth did as instructed while Daryl watched. She didn’t know if it was the right technique, or him watching, or both things, but this time she felt ripples of pleasure go through her like she’d never felt before, even in her best efforts. A little gasp of pleasure escaped her and she bit down on her lip.

“Sorry,” she said, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s okay. You’re supposed to like it,” he said, smiling. “There’s other stuff you can do.”

“Like what?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. He was clearly struggling to decide what to say next but she blushed, feeling stupid and inexperienced, and she worried he was losing patience with her.

“Um…” he sighed. “You’ll really have to trust me for this.”

“I do,” she said, meaning it this time.

“I’m not tryin’ to be nasty on you. Just wanna help.”

She nodded, eager to learn what else he had to teach her. Plus, it helped that he was good looking. She’d never thought of Daryl before in terms of sex but now she didn’t think it would be so bad if he touched her. In fact, she really, really wanted his hands on her, but she didn’t think he’d do it. He was only trying to be a friend but she wanted a lot more than that right now. Those damned shoulders and arms of his never looked so good before.

He reached out, his arm tense, and took her hand. “Run your fingers over your…um…”

“Say it,” she said, when his voice trailed off. “Say it kinda…dirty…”

He was blushing furiously. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, as though it was a struggle to get the words out. “Run your fingers over your pussy,” he said. He sounded breathless now.

Hearing pussy come out of Daryl’s mouth made her moisten. “How?”

He took her hand, which he was still holding, and used the two front fingers to rub lightly over the lips of her pussy. She felt the moisture there, felt almost electric shocks shoot deep into her core as her fingers grazed her sensitive flesh.

“Get your fingertips wet,” he said. “Go inside a little.”

She dipped her fingers into her folds. She was wetter than she’d imagined it could be possible. When her fingers were glistening he removed his hand.

“Now play with the lips of your pussy. Tug on them, rub them.”

She swallowed and did as instructed but she had a hard time getting a grip and keeping hold of herself.

He reached forward hesitantly and moved her hand out of the way. “Do it like this.”

He dipped his fingers in, wetting them with her moisture, and she watched him doing it, feeling her belly quiver with pleasure and need. He then began to rub lightly, and stroked her lips with the kind of expertise that must have taken him a long time to master.

“Oh, God…”

Having him do it was so much better than her doing it.

“Now you try,” he said. 

Without thinking he licked her moisture from his fingers the same way he’d lick his fingers after eating something delicious, and she knew he’d done it without thinking or putting any kind of conscious thought into it. It was just a reflex reaction. His eyes locked onto hers while his fingers were still in his mouth and he quickly removed them and cleared his throat.

He’d tasted her. The sight of that spurred Beth on and she clumsily set to work, doing what he’d told her, working herself up but it only went so far. While it was good, it wasn’t enough to get her there. She felt like she was teasing herself, getting herself ready for something more.

“It’s good,” she said. “Not enough. I need more.”

Daryl licked his lips. She knew he could probably still taste her.

“You can’t learn everything about yourself in one night,” he said, and stood up. She saw the unmistakable bulge in his pants and knew he was as excited as she was. She was deeply curious about that bulge. She wanted to see him...touch him.

“You’re not leaving!”

“Yeah, I am. I gotta go, Beth. I don’t want to go too far with you. I wanna make that clear. I’m not gonna take this too far. I’m not having sex with you. I’m being a friend. That’s all I am. Get dressed. I’ll walk you back to your cell.”

She stood up, her knees weak. She felt tears of frustration in her eyes. “Daryl, this is even worse than what I felt before. How can you just walk away after making me feel so much?”

“It’s for your own good. Mine too!” he said. “You think I ain’t frustrated? I knew this’d be hard going into it but I wanna help you. I just…I can’t be with you like that. You’re eighteen, I’m thirty-eight, it wouldn’t be right.”

“I’m old enough to know what I want. It ain’t like I don’t know your age.”

He shook his head. “This is what it is. I’ll show you pointers and you do the work of getting yourself off. When you’ve learned what I got to show ya, it’s over.”

Sighing, trying to understand where he was coming from and not be angry, Beth pulled on her clothes and let him walk her back to her cell. She knew Daryl well enough to know he couldn't be begged or brow beaten into anything he wasn't ready to do.

“Tomorrow night, midnight. I won’t be back from my guard shift till then,” he said.

Beth nodded and watched him turn to leave.

“Practice,” he said, looking back at her.

Practice. What was this, homework? She thought angrily. She was too mad to practice so she pulled up the covers and went to sleep.

...

“I know you mean well. I just wish you wouldn’t treat me like a child the same everybody else does.”

Beth said. Midnight had arrived and she’d shown up for Daryl's next ‘lesson.’ 

“I know you ain’t a kid,” he answered. “If I thought of you like that I wouldn’t be doing this. You’re just too young for me. Plus…I don’t wanna be your first. You deserve better than me.”

“Who’s better than you?”

The question was asked with such sincerity that Daryl knew she wasn’t putting on. She really couldn’t think of a better man to be her first than him. He was flattered but at the same time he was mystified.

“I told you what I was before all this. I was nothin’. I’m still nothin’.”

“You’re not nothing!” she said, frustrated with his low self-esteem. “You feed us. You protect us. You lead us, Daryl. You’re a leader here. Remember when we said you had to put it all behind you? Be who you are, not who you were. You make decisions that effect everybody here. Hell, you help write laws. You’re second in command of the prison. If something happens to Rick you’re in charge next. I mean…he looks to you for guidance. If Rick looks to you for advice, for your wisdom, then how can you think you’re nothing?”

Daryl swallowed, reeling with confusion, not sure what to say to her. She was right about his position now in their community, small as it was. Rick was a man to be respected, looked up to, and he looked to Daryl for his input on almost everything. He wasn’t nothing anymore. He was somebody. He was lonely, too, and he thought maybe that was why he was so eager to help Beth with her frustrations. He was only missing one thing in his life and that was love.

Why Beth, though? Daryl wondered.

He was able to answer that question almost immediately. They’d bonded during a night of drinking and crying it out and he trusted her. She knew things about him nobody knew, not even Carol or Rick, and he was okay with that. He was okay with her being close. He was okay with sharing everything with her. She felt right to him. She had no idea how badly he’d wanted to do everything to her himself and please her so she wouldn’t have to do it.

That would be doing her a disservice, though. She needed to learn her own body. She needed to learn how to please herself because she deserved to be able to find happiness whether she had a lover to help out or not.

“You ready?” he asked.

Beth nodded and pulled her clothes off. Tonight she looked distracted. He hoped it wouldn’t get in the way of the next lesson.

“What am I learning tonight, Mr. Dixon?” she asked sarcastically. Even being naked wasn’t a turn-on. Not while she was this frustrated.

“Your clit.”

She swallowed at hearing that word come from Daryl’s mouth. She knew that was supposed to be a biggie but she didn’t see the appeal. She’d touched it but it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and she told him.

“You gotta be horny for it to be good,” he said.

“Well, I’m not horny,” she said petulantly.

The first serious smile she’d ever seen on Daryl split his face. “Don’t pout.”

“Don’t tell me not to pout! See, you’re doing it! You’re treating me--”

He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. It was such a light kiss that it was nothing more than a gentle pressing. It did the job and shut her up. She was suddenly intensely aware of him, of her nudity, of the reason she was there. He sat back and pulled off his shirt and her eyes drank him in. From those shoulders to the tattoos to the rippling muscles of the flat plane of his belly.

“Do what you know so far,” he said, his hands back in their customary place of resting on his legs.

Beth nodded and placed her feet the way he’d placed them the night before and started off with rubbing with her palm. Then she felt herself moisten and she dipped her fingers inside before stroking the lips of her pussy. Daryl watched, his eyes smoky and this time he didn’t have a shirt on to hide the growing bulge in his pants. That was more of a turnon than ever. She struggled not to make a sound.

“If you wanna moan you can,” he said. “You’re supposed to enjoy this. You ain’t gotta be quiet for me. Just close your eyes and feel it.”

Beth adjusted her shoulders and did as instructed. She went through the motions and started to like it. She didn’t even jump when she felt him take her hand and then lead it to the swollen, hardened nub that was hidden above her slit. He began to rub circles there.

“You got this fold of skin here,” Daryl said. “It covers your clit. Move it aside, get in there, make different motions.”

“How?”

“Like this.”

He moistened his fingertips and then, even without her looking, she felt him manipulate her. She felt his fingers graze her clit.

“Oh, God…Daryl…”

Her eyes fluttered open onto his face. He was looking down at her, his mouth slightly open, fixated on her with a look of both lust and wonder on his face. His breath had quickened. He was hard in his jeans, she could see it.

“You do it.”

Her hips had lifted off the floor. He pressed a hand to her belly and the feel of his hand on her made it so much better.

“Keep your hand there, please?”

He nodded and kept his hand on her belly while she manipulated her clit as he’d showed her.

“Stroke it,” he said breathlessly, and placed his fingers over hers to show her how. It was like a miniature version of jacking off a man.

She began moaning, mourning the loss of his fingers. The pressure from his hand on her tummy was wonderful. She enjoyed the way his fingertips stroked her belly.

“Oh, God…” she panted. “Oh…”

The moans became more intense. How had she ever thought her clitoris was nothing special?

“More…more…” she was panting.

She needed more but she wasn’t sure what it was she needed. Her eyes opened. She looked up at him. He was watching her with his teeth biting his bottom lip. Lazily his fingers stroked circles on her belly and then moved up to her right tit. He gripped the nipple there.

“Daryl…yes…”

“God, Beth…you’re close...”

“Wait, I think I need to pee,” she said, embarrassment tinging the moment.

“No you don’t. Just seems that way. This is something different. Something really good,” he said, watching her fingers make quick movements over her clit, circling through the hood. He was pinching her nipple which felt so good, but then he used his right hand to rest his palm flat over her pussy and he began massaging there, up and down, adding to the delicious pressure building in her core.

Her moans were growing in volume and intensity, mirroring the tension in her body. She was sure she was going to explode, that she could just die from the pleasure, and she’d be okay with that.

“Yes…” Daryl whispered. He was completely lost in the moment with Beth despite his best intentions to keep himself removed from it as much as possible.

“Oh God!”

Then it happened. The pressure built to a peak and she felt herself lose it, let go. There was an explosion in the core of her body. Her pussy contracted deep inside sending ripples of the most intense pleasure she’d ever known from her core to her toes and fingertips. Her hips had lifted from the floor, her hands had flown out to her sides of their own volition. One of her hands had gripped his thighs as she rode out the sensations coursing through her.

Then it was over and she collapsed back to the floor, panting, her body covered in sweat, her heart thundering.

Beth Greene had finally experienced her first orgasm.



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