"I've never...been drunk and done something I regret" Beth said as she leaned onto the old rickety table. Beth was hazy from the moonshine and feeling uninhibited. They had been trapped in this run down shack for hours. Their only entertainment was Beth's silly little game and moonshine.
"I done alotta things" Daryl replied leaning closer to Beth, one elbow on the table and taking a long pull of his moonshine. They were now in a shared space over the small table.
She looked up at him with her big powder blue eyes as he stared down at her intensely. She took a large swallow of her moonshine, and ignoring that
it was Daryl's turn she whispered, "I've never
had sex before."
Her statement didn't surprise Daryl at all. A girl with an upbringing like her would have chosen to save herself at least until college if not marriage.
Daryl tossed back the rest of his moonshine, then gave in to the situation in which they found themselves, after all, they were both adults and this was something they each wanted. He wasn't sure it was the right thing to do but it sure felt right in that moment. Plus they didn't know how much time they had left, now that there was just the two of them out on their own. He ran the rough pads of his finger tips along her soft smooth skin of her jaw. Beth leaned into his touch sighing because it felt so good to have physical contact with another person.
Daryl wasn't sure if it was the corn whiskey or the desperate look in her eyes, but he leaned into her claiming her lips softly. He tested the waters slowly and she eagerly and enthusiastically excepted. She moved to her knees and crawled over the small table, knocking over her remaining moonshine as she did. When she reached the edge she wrapped both her arms around his neck, as he gently placed his around her lower back. Scooping her up off the table, he laid her back onto the dilapidated floor of the rundown shack. His hands landed on either side of her head as he situated his body between her bent knees.
Beth ran her hands up and down his strong, muscular sides. She brushed her fingers along the skin of his lower stomach, just above his belt. Daryl moaned into her mouth from the soft tickling sensation of her touch. Beth pulled back to look into Daryl's stormy blue eyes as she unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.
"Make love to me" She simply requested.
"You didn't say anything about 'making love' before, girl. You said sex. I've never 'made love', sex I've done. Wouldn't want you to have any regrets girl," Daryl mumbled out between the kisses he was placing on her neck and chest.
He pulled back to stare into her want filled eyes for a long moment before finally saying "I might not be any good at it. You sure about this, girl?"
"We could be dead tonight, tomorrow, maybe the next day. We just need to live for now. Besides I can't imagine you being bad at anything. " She breathed out.
She brushed his hair out of his eyes and placed her hands on his cheeks. He just kept looking at her with his piercing blue eyes. He was looking for an answer still. "Yes, I'm sure."
It was then Daryl kissed her passionately, not holding anything back. He was going to make sure she had no regrets from this experience. Beth finished the buttons on his shirt and pushed it roughly down his shoulders. Before going to work at his belt. Daryl pulled at the hem of her shirt tugging it up and over her head to reveal what once was a white lace bra. Daryl grasped a handful of her small but firm breast, pulling it to his mouth above the dinghy material. He pulled the cups down to access her blush colored nipple. He took it into his mouth nipping, sucking and teasing with his teeth. With Daryl's free hand he easily opened her jeans. He then turned his attention to removing her boots, jeans, and soaked panties.
Beth lay there exposed to a man for the first time, she watched as his hungry eyes roamed her body. She had never felt such a burning desire. Her core was dripping with want. She almost screamed out when Daryl took two large fingers and ran them up and down her slit. He massaged her tight bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance then slide his fingers into her. Beth gasped and moaned as Daryl worked his fingers in and out, flicking his fingers against that most sensitive spot. It didn't take more than a half dozen more pumps before she was clamping down tightly on his fingers crying out in pleasure.
As she came down from her high, Beth could feel her thighs coated with her juice. The feeling turned her on even more. She needed Daryl right that moment. As if reading her mind Daryl readied himself by pushing his jeans and boxers down. He took his throbbing member in his hand. Beth's eyes grew wide when she saw the size and thickness of his of it. She felt relieved that she was so wet and ready to take him. Daryl ran his tip up and down her slit coating it with her juices.
"Going to go slow darlin" He whispered then he slowly inched into her. Beth felt a sharp pain but after a few moments the pain turned to pleasure as their bodies worked as one. Beth moved her hips to meet his thrusts in a delicious rhythm.
"Fuck, damn girl. You're soaked" Daryl grunted out as he thrust himself deep into her tight heat. He grasped her hips, pulling them tightly to his so his pelvis rubbed her clit bringing Beth to a screaming climax. He followed her over the edge, exploding deep inside of her.
Daryl rolled onto his back lying next to her and eye to eye on the dilapidated floor. Their chests both heaving toward the ceiling. "Shouldn't have been like that" Daryl grumbles looking deeply into her eyes.
"Daryl, that was amazing" Beth smiled panting to regain her breath.
"Naw, next time I'm taking you in a proper bed" He said softly. He shared a rare smile with her which caused Beth to beam from ear to ear.
Beth leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his lips. They relaxed on the floor for a while before Daryl dressed himself. He pulled his red bandana and full water bottle from his pack. Wordlessly he wetted the bandana and began cleaning Beth up gently. He washed the inside of her thighs gently removing the evidence of her lost virginity. Beth felt sore and stretched in the best way. Every part of her was sensitive and slightly swollen.
As he finished cleaning her, Daryl lowered himself to her most sensitive area. He softly blew her dry. Beth moaned at the amazing feeling. She ran her fingers through his hair as he rested his head on her stomach. They lay there listening to each other’s breathing and eventually drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later Beth awoke covered with a discarded blanket but alone. She dressed herself quickly then ventured out to the front porch where she found Daryl. He was picking at a piece of wood with his long buck knife. Beth stood awkwardly in the door way waiting for him to notice her.
"Come here girl" Daryl mumbled without looking up. When she reached him, Daryl opened himself up to her allowing her to sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she settled in to him, her back resting against his chest. Beth nestled into his chest resting her head on his shoulder. Looking into his eyes she could see that he was deep in thought.
"You okay?" She asked already knowing the answer.
"The governor rolled right up to our gates. Maybe if I hadn't stopped looking. Maybe I could have done something. Maybe your dad..." he started.
"Stop" She insisted. "He wouldn't want you hating yourself for what happened. He'd want you to live on. He'd want us to make something for ourselves, not sit here and feel guilty. We don't have time for that" She scolded. She laced their fingers and pulled his arms around herself tightly.
"We might have lost everyone but we are a family. You and me. They’re still out there Daryl. We'll find them. You just gotta have faith" She explained as she kissed his strong hands.