Summary: In need of a helping hand, Daisy turns to a familiar place - and a familiar face.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mention and use of of sex toys. Anorgasmia. Fingering. Mention of masturbation. Pussy pronouns. Clint is well hung. Protected piv. Lube. Aftercare. Clint uses his beloved flannel to clean you up AND reminds you to hydrate. Pure smut. Another friend helping a friend in need.
A/n: Clint was the winner on this poll. Originally Clint was going to be a video store clerk, but I liked the idea of him working in an adult store better. And I hope you like it too 🩷
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I liked to visit The Pleasure Chest to stock up on things I typically hadn’t needed while I dated Patrick. Flavored lube, cute and sexy lingerie, occasionally some porn to put me in the mood when I didn’t feel like being with anyone. While I had a decent collection of gadgets, I stuck to my tried and true rose toy, only venturing into other territory when I was curious.
One night I just could not make myself come. My toys were taking too long to charge, and the ones that did work just weren’t doing it for me. Using my fingers just wasn’t the same. It was time to take a trip to the sex store.
How grateful I was that this place stayed open late hours. I wondered if people felt odd buying adult products in broad daylight. The store always put the purchases in a nondescript paper bag. It’s not like anyone would know if you bought a ten inch glow in the dark dildo at eleven a.m. on a Tuesday.
Surprisingly the store was practically empty. A couple perusing the BDSM area and another person checking out the butt plugs were the only customers at that hour. I made my way straight to the wall of vibrators and started shopping.
“Need help finding anything?” a voice asked from behind me. I looked up to find Clint, the usual night cashier.
A year ago I would have been too flustered to name my needs, even if it was only telling the employee what I was looking for. I felt like a perverted, abnormal freak for even thinking that I could be into spankings or having candle wax dripped on my bare skin.
I was way past all the humiliation by then.
“I’m looking for a new vibrator,” I said, the same as if I was somewhere else looking for a new pair of shoes.
“We have plenty,” he said. “Do you have anything particular in mind?”
There were so many – rabbits, thrusting rabbits, g-spot stimulators, wands, bullets. “I just really need to get off,” I mumbled helplessly, not realizing I’d spoken out loud until I heard Clint chuckle. “This one looks interesting.” I took a vibrating realistic cock off the hook and studied it.
“That’ll get you where you need to go, darlin’,” Clint murmured, “if you can handle that many inches.”
I smirked at him. “You think I can’t?”
“I might have something that can test that theory,” he replied, the air between us becoming something much more than just playful. “I’ve only got about ten minutes before closing. Why don’t you stay after?”
I was bent over the display of collars and leashes and paddles. My breath fogged up the glass as Clint eased my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and Clint’s hands traced up my legs, his thumbs in the creases where my thighs met my ass, spreading me open from behind. His fingers eased into my pussy, two thick digits sliding in easily. “You’ve been wet all day, haven’t you?” he murmured. “Jesus, you’re all messy. You leaked right through your shorts, you know that?”
A sharp laugh escaped me, my cunt already trying to suck up every inch he gave me. “It’s been a long day.. nothing’s gotten me off.”
“You just want to come, don’t you?” he repeated my earlier words. “That’s why you’re here.”
He crooked his fingers, the calloused tips stimulating my g-spot. I shivered, moaning sweetly as he teased me. “I’ve never seen such a wet pussy,” he continued. “And tight..”
I’d masturbated all night, tried every possible solution, but they all led me here, where Clint was fingering me, the sloppy sounds nearly as loud as his filthy words. “Gonna give this pretty pussy exactly what she needs. I bet she’s been cryin’ for this all damn day.”
“Clint!” I gasped, lifting my hips, arching up as he slipped in deeper. He pressed against me, his chest covering my back. His cock, hard inside his jeans, poked my lower back. He tucked my hair behind my ear, giving my lobe a quick nip. “Come for me, pretty girl,” he rasped. I heard a slight buzzing sound as he pulled me back to him, his free hand cupping my pussy from the front. A sweet and shocking jolt made me gasp out loud. He was wearing a vibrating ring, pressing it against my clit as he fingered me, my climax coming quicker.
“There we go,” he murmured, holding me against him. “I got you, I got you..”
I cried out, sweet relief flooding my veins as I came apart at the seams, my pussy soaking his hand. He finally let go as the pleasure ebbed, gently placing me down on the glass again. “You might be ready for this,” he said. “You want that big, thick vibrating cock? We’re gonna have to see if it fits first. And I have something else that’s the right size.”
I heard him rip a condom open, and a bottle of lube being popped open. The sweet scent of strawberry filled my senses as he rubbed the liquid onto his sheathed cock. “You ready for me?” he asked.
“Yes..” I gasped. “Clint.. please..”
“How can I possibly deny that?” I could practically hear his smile as he teased me with the head of his dick. He notched himself, letting just the tip breach me. And oh boy, I could tell he was going to be a big one.
“This okay? Need more?” he asked, voice trembling from holding back.
“Yeah..” I whined, my cheek pressed to the glass. He asked if I was uncomfortable but honestly every single thought was focused on the way he started to fill me inch by blessed inch. He was a stretch to fit but the lube, and my still-sopping wet cunt, eased the way in.
“Feel that?” he whispered. “Jesus, you’ve got all of me. Every damn inch, sweetheart.”
Through the condom I could feel him twitch as he tried to stay still, deeply seated inside me. My eyes fluttered with the sweetness of being filled so fully. “Don’t move yet,” I gasped. My walls pulsed around him and he gritted his teeth, remaining exceptionally patient.
“Fuck yourself on me,” he said, “when you’re ready.” He lifted my hips to angle in deeper, ensuring I covered all of him, the angle perfect to hit that sweet spot inside. When I was ready I pressed back against him and he took a small step back, giving some space between us. Then I moved back and forth, Clint’s oversized cock sliding in and out at a leisurely pace.
“So good..” I sighed. “Please.. I need that ring on my clit again..”
He obeyed, keeping it at a low setting to match my tempo. His heavy balls slapped against my inner thighs, his grip tight on my hips, not pulling or guiding, just letting me move how I wanted. “There we go,” he rasped. “Just like that. Just take what you need from me..”
With a gasp I curled my fingers around the edge of the glass display and bounced my ass back on him, gasping louder, the wet and obscene sounds our bodies made like a symphony to my ears as I moved faster, Clint’s hand still cupping my pussy, his muttered words soft in my ear.
I came harder than I ever had in my life.
My cunt throbbed around his dick, squeezing, drenching him. He held onto me, caressing my hips, talking me through it as lightning shot through my veins, every nerve ending alive and pulsing. I wasn’t aware of anything but the central feeling in my body, a momentary out of body experience. Even in the aftershocks, I whimpered and mewled.
Clint followed soon after, slamming into me until he filled up the condom, a deep and satisfied roar erupting from some primal place in his lungs. We stayed slumped over one another, breathless and dizzy until he disengaged, carefully getting rid of the condom and wiping me down with his blue flannel he’d removed. He apologized for not having anything else on hand, even though he’d come prepared with everything else. The scent of sex and strawberry lube hung in the air around us.
“You need this,” he said, handing me a bottled water. “Poor thing. You really needed to come..”
I drank most of the water, thanking him for the hydration. “I did. Thanks, Clint..” I smiled as he gave me a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Anytime,” he murmured. “Will you still be taking the toy?” He tapped a finger on the package containing the vibrating dildo I’d been salivating over earlier.
“I don’t know. I think I like the real thing better.” I gave him a wink.
“Come by any time. I’ll be happy to help you out.”
dividers by @/strangergraphics 👑
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Frankie Morales x OFC Daisy | 837 words | read on AO3
Summary: After a disastrous breakup, Daisy's best friend Frankie offers her the jumpstart she needs to get over her ex.
WARNINGS: Getting over a breakup. References to cheating and small appendages. Brief FWB. Frankie & Benny are bi. F!oral. M!masturbation. Aftercare.
A/n: Of course I had to start with Frankie, our PEK 💦 this is just an introductory chapter - what a way to start Frankie Friday 🧢 It's likely most of these chapters will be on the shorter side. They are not beta'd and barely edited.
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“I’ll go down on you. Y’know, just as a friend..”
Those were not the words I was expecting to hear from my bestie Frankie. Especially only a week after I got dumped by my boyfriend.
It all started when I was over at his place. We ordered pizza, watched some really bad ‘90s comedies, and soon his head was on my lap.
“What was he like?” he asked, eyes glazed over as he watched the screen.
“He was a jerk, obviously. He couldn’t keep it in his pants.” We were talking about my ex, the evil douch-lord Patrick.
“Obviously, but I meant bedroom matters.”
“Bedroom matters?” I chuckled at that. “Okay, Jane Austen.. It was fine. He was.. Okay.”
Frankie and I had been friends since I was in college, right around the time I’d started seeing Patrick. Then I started seeing Frankie less and less, letting my shiny new love interest put a wedge in our friendship.
Needless to say, for many reasons, Frankie was never Patrick’s biggest fan.
“Just okay,” Frankie repeated flatly. “You settled for mediocre dick.” He shook his head in disappointment.
“I was in love,” I defended myself. “And when you’re in love, four inches feels like eight.”
“Four inches??” Popcorn flew out of the bowl we were sharing. “Daisy, mi amor, are you fucking kidding me?”
“Frankie,” I groaned, embarrassed by his display. “I was young and dumb and in love for the very first time.”
“Okay, okay.” He took a deep breath. “You can’t help it if he was small. But did he at least eat you out?”
“Not often,” I admitted. “I got the impression he didn’t really like it.”
“Didn’t like eating pussy?” Frankie looked at me like I grew a second head. “No offense, but I think Patrick might be gay.”
“He’s not.. that I know of.”
“I hope you at least cheated on him to get some decent dick.”
“Frankie!”
“Hey, he was cheating on you constantly with that tiny dick of his! The least you could do was get something good on the side.”
“Well..” I sat back and smiled. “There was this one guy I met at a party while Patrick and I were broken up.”
“Do tell..”
I told him about the cute guy at the party, the one with the kind voice and expressive features. We talked about movies and for the first time I was talking to a guy who wasn’t solely interested in Boondock Saints, Scarface, or Quentin Tarantino movies. We ended up fucking. He was leaving the country the next day and had asked me to join him. Somewhere in my stupid brain I’d hoped to work things out with Patrick, so I declined, knowing I’d probably regret it sooner or later.
“I didn’t know you were capable of romance,” Frankie teased me.
“It was one of those things.” I shrugged. “And now..”
“..now you’re single again.”
“You make it sound like a terminal disease.”
“It’s just.. I feel bad for you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, don’t.”
“I don’t mean it like that. You’ve just missed out on a lot.” When I didn’t respond he sat closer to me, taking my hand in his. “I’ll go down on you. Y’know, just as a friend,” he offered.
“What are you talking about?” I laughed it off.
“I’m serious!” He insisted, a big, goofy grin on his face. “Your heart is broken. You need something more than a dumb movie marathon to make you feel better.”
I was speechless. Then I asked about his boyfriend. “Won’t Benny have something to say about that?”
“Relájate,” he scolded. “Benny and I have kind of a rule – it’s only cheating if we fuck other guys.”
“Convenient.” I smirked. “So.. just as friends?”
“Just as friends. And only if you want me to.”
And that was how I ended up straddling my best friend Frankie’s face right there on the sofa.
Jeans and panties shucked off, Frankie held my thighs apart, licking and sucking, delving his tongue inside me. Moaning, crying out, I clutched the arm of the sofa, grinding down on him, my cunt fluttering as he moaned against my flesh. He squeezed my ass with one hand, jerking himself off with the other.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I panted. “I’m close..”
His lips pursed around my clit, lightly sucking, the pressure just enough to make me lose my mind. My thighs clamped around his head, body jerking as I came, riding his face. Soon after I felt the warm spurts of his cum on my ass.
Frankie slipped out from under me, bringing a towel to clean me up. I was still half-crazy with pleasure, lost in a haze. He chuckled at me. “I knew you needed that. Don’t go falling in love with me now.”
I swatted at him, missing, taking my clothes from his proffered hand.
“I envy you,” he said, pulling his jeans back on and taking a seat next to me. “This is just the beginning for you.”
dividers by @/saradika 👑
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Summary: You head to the beach for some R&R, only to find what you really need is some Big D.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Alcohol. Kissing. Breast/nipple play. Hand job. Spit as lube. Dick pronouns. TW: infidelity. Unprotected piv. Semi public sex. Creampie. M!oral. Face sitting/f!oral to 69. Come eating. Romantic vibes despite the cheating.
Adriana's note: I know I said I'd put each new chapter to a vote, but I just got back from four glorious days in the sand and sun, and I'm not quite ready to leave that mentality just yet. Even though I wrote this particular chapter ages ago, I've been saving it to keep my vacay dreams alive 💖 (plus I feel Joel would have beat anyone in a poll anyway)
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I breathed a sigh of relief as I drove over the bridge, the aquamarine coast coming into view. A week at the beach was just what I needed. Work and responsibilities could suck it. I was half tempted to toss my phone into the ocean.
The beach house, rented by my friend Taylor, was a bright cerulean two-story on stilts, sitting right on the beach. Dozens of colorful umbrellas dotted the shoreline; kids emerged from the water with pails filled with sea creatures; people picnicked and read and laid out in the sun. I couldn’t wait to join them.
Taylor greeted me and helped me carry my luggage upstairs. A few of our friends were already on the beach. I quickly got changed and joined them.
The powdery sand was warm and soft beneath my feet as I brought my towel, sandals, sunscreen and a good book. Life was perfect as I popped open a High Noon, rubbed in a little more coconut SPF on my shoulders and laid back with my novel.
“Hello,” Taylor said seductively, sitting up in her chair. “Who is that?”
I lifted my sunglasses. “Who?”
“Ten o’clock. Dad bod in the red and white trunks.”
I sat up and checked him out. Late forties/early fifties, nice dark head of hair starting to go gray, biceps as big as tree trunks, and a soft belly I found oddly cute.
“Cute,” I said appreciatively.
“Married,” Taylor said with a sigh. A pretty woman his age appeared at his side, holding a young child. Another kid tugged on the mom’s shorts.
“With kids,” I added.
“Boo.” Taylor sat back.
However, I kept my eyes on him longer, watching the way he dealt with his crying daughter, trying to get her to play in the sand, disrupted by the small shallow waves that washed ashore. He must have felt my gaze, because he looked up suddenly, meeting my eyes. I smiled and he smiled back.
The next day most of the house was still asleep when I got up for a sunrise jog on the beach. There was something calming for the soul about being in a place with no people, just nature.
I started my jog, Reeboks thwapping pleasantly along the damp sand as I avoided seaweed and washed up driftwood. One or two fishermen were out in waist-deep water as the sun, pink and orange on the horizon, peeked through the pale clouds.
A man jogged from the opposite direction, heather gray shirt stained with sweat at the collar, navy shorts perfectly accentuating his front. He lifted the hem to wipe sweat from his face, revealing a soft belly.
“Hey,” I smiled as we passed. He slowed and smiled at me. “Good morning,” he greeted. “You were on the beach yesterday, right?”
“Yeah,” I slowed to a stop and so did he. “Just got on the island yesterday.”
He nodded. “Bridge or ferry?”
“Bridge. I’m trying to face my fear of heights. You?”
“Ferry.” He shrugged. “My wife likes our kids to get on the boat, experience new things.”
“That’s sweet.” I smiled.
“You got any? Kids, I mean.”
“No.. I need to find the right guy before I even think about kids.”
“Smart. Name’s Joel by the way.”
“Daisy.” We shook hands, laughing at the sweat and sand accumulated on our skin. “How long are you here for, Joel?”
“The rest of the week,” he said, voice tinged with exhaustion. “My wife, our two kids, her sister and her two kids.”
“Sounds like fun,” I joked.
“I’m out here to get a little peace and quiet before the day starts, y’know?”
“Same. It’s so beautiful.. peaceful..” The waves crashed poetically in the background, the salt air already sharp, the buttery sun preparing for its full glory in just a few hours.
“Are you coming to the beach today?” I asked him.
“Should be. See you there?”
“Definitely.”
He walked me back to the house, pointing out his own, right next door, painted pale peach.
I did indeed see him at the beach, setting up a canopy for shade. He did a double take as he saw me, my new white bikini giving a generous view of my cleavage. “Aren’t you gonna offer a girl a drink?” I smirked, boldly flirting. Joel glanced back at the women playing in the water with the kids then reached into the cooler, producing a cold beer.
“Thanks,” I said, popping open the tab.
“Hot day,” he commented, brazenly checking out my breasts.
“It’s always cooler at night,” I replied, smirking. “Especially after everyone’s asleep.”
Joel nodded, catching my drift. “Midnight okay?”
“Midnight is perfect.” I sauntered off, giving a little wave and heading to my spot on the sand. My friends came by soon after. We played Frisbee, devoured jello shots and cold cut sandwiches, played in the water. All the time I knew Joel watched me.
Midnight couldn’t come any faster. I wore a short lightweight dress, making some excuse to the others about wanting to see the beach at night but most of them who were still awake didn’t seem to mind.
I found Joel on the beach, near a grassy dune, a blanket spread out, a couple of bottles of beer for us.
We talked about our lives, the minutiae that people typically save for small talk like that. Joel was a contractor from Austin, supporting his wife and kids. This was their yearly beach vacation, made all the more fun by his wife’s sister brought along.
“Sounds like you’re not enjoying yourself on your vacation,” I empathized.
“I am now,” he said, eyes dropping to my lips.
Finally we kissed. His lips were cool, tasting of the clean crispness of the beer. He kissed like he was hungry for me, tongue sweeping my mouth, hands groping my breasts, my hips, my ass. I straddled him, feeling him grow hard beneath me. He pulled down the front of my sundress and took my nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling over the hardened point before sucking on it, his dark eyes looking for mine.
I shook my head. “You’re fucking married,” I muttered.
“Didn’t think it mattered,” he grumbled as I got off his lap.
“Ordinarily it wouldn’t,” I admitted. “I thought I was going to take a break from guys, but evidently I can’t.”
“We don’t have to do anything,” he assured me.
But he was hot and the moon was full and before I could stop myself I was undoing his pants, fisting his cock, dribbling a little spit on it to make it wet. Joel leaned his head back, groaning in relief. It didn’t take long for him to come, spilling thick white over the top of my fist.
“Sorry,” he panted. “It’s been awhile.”
“I can tell.” He finally stopped oozing cum, but he wasn’t softening.
“Jesus,” Joel laughed a bit uncomfortably. “I guess he’s not done.”
He? That was so adorable.”That must be a sign,” I said, kissing him again and getting on his lap. Dress hiked up, panties moved out of the way, I rubbed against him, his cock teasing my folds until I moved up and slid down on him.
“Fuck,” I whispered, rubbing my clit as I let him shallowly thrust up into me.
“God you’re so tight,” he gasped, grabbing my hips, spreading my thighs further apart so he slid all the way inside me.
I whimpered, holding onto him as he desperately fucked up into me.
“So good, so good,” he chanted, eyes shut tight, probably trying not to come again too soon. I doubted he would, as evidenced by the cum I’d wiped onto the blanket earlier.
He grabbed my ass, guiding me up and down on his cock, our soft sighs lost in the thick summer air. He didn’t stop until I came, and even then he fucked me through it, prolonging my orgasm, letting me ride it out towards my next one, during which he sped up, breathing hard, spilling inside me with a deep and satisfied groan.
“That was..” Joel grunted out, “that was fucking amazing. We are definitely doing that again.”
I chuckled at his enthusiasm. “Tomorrow? A jog on the beach?”
Hidden among the dunes, my mouth wrapped around Joel’s cock, my hands grabbed his ass as he fucked my throat. “Need this,” he rasped, “need you.. so much..” I let him spill, hot and salty down my throat.
During the day, when both our parties were down at the beach, we snuck back to mine. It was a thrill to know any one of my housemates could walk in on us. Still, we had to make it quick so his wife wouldn’t get too suspicious and come looking for him.
“It’s not enough,” he said, thrusting into me with my legs over his shoulders. “I need you again.”
That night he insisted we go slow. Another blanket behind the sand dunes, I sat on his face, trying to keep from crying out as his tongue delved inside me. I leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth. After, laying where we landed after our mutual bliss, we watched the stars.
“My wife and her sister are taking the kids to the carnival tomorrow,” Joel said. “The house will be empty.”
So of course as soon as I saw the Millers’ red minivan leave their driveway I was at his door.
“Told them I wasn’t feeling well,” he explained, kissing me and ripping my clothes off. “Said I’d probably meet them later.”
“Probably?” I smirked as he bent me over the kitchen island.
He smirked back. “Maybe.”
Joel was insatiable. Probably because I was on his turf. More likely because he was stuck in a sexless marriage. He took me against the table, on the sofa, over the balcony, and finally in his bed.
“I could fuck this pretty pussy day and night,” he murmured, thumbing my folds and watching his spend dribble out of me.
“Don’t you ever wear out?” I chuckled.
“Not with you.” Then he ducked his head to lick up the mess he made.
“I can’t believe tomorrow’s the last day.”
We sat side by side on the beach, not bothering to hide when there was so little time left. The waves lapped over our feet. Down the beach a ways a group dug for clams with flashlights to guide them.
“Did you ever do this when you were younger?” I asked him. “Have a summer fling?”
“Once,” he answered. “I was in high school and she was older – my neighbor’s daughter, home from college. Engaged, too.”
“Scandalous,” I teased him, resting my chin on his shoulder.
“Our families rented a summer house on Lake Travis. She and I found opportunities to be alone. I’d drive into town for supplies and she’d join me, or we’d go for a swim late at night. She taught me so much that summer.”
“Do you still think of her?”
“Now and then. And now I’ll be thinking of you.”
I kept that in mind as we packed up our cars the next morning. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him stuff beach toys, luggage, extra towels into the back of his van. Right before he went back inside he caught my eye and we exchanged a wave goodbye.
I took the ferry back to the mainland instead of the bridge, watching the island grow smaller and smaller as I sailed away.
dividers by @/saradika-graphics 👑
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After being dumped by her longtime, no-good, cheating boyfriend, 30-something Daisy is determined to enjoy the single life and make up for lost time.
-Each chapter is episodic and will have no bearing no bearing on past or future chapters (except the first two.) Feel free to read in any order, and if there’s a character you don’t particularly care for, you can skip it without missing out on anything. My goal is to include every PPCU character 💗
Part 1: Frankie — The Best Friend
Part 2: Javi G — The Rebound
(everything below can be read in any order or even skipped if you don’t like the character)
Summary: Daisy's sister sets her up on a blind date.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Alcohol. Mention of divorce. Slight daddy kink. F!oral. Fingering. Spanking. Protected piv. Commitment issues. Food/eating. Embarrassing sexual encounter. Daisy's sister is nicknamed Pickle because I thought it sounded cute
A/n: Dave won the poll this time, so I guess we have more Dave fans than I thought 💓 I hope you enjoy this next installment. I'm working hard to bring out more..
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“I know the perfect guy for you,” Pickle told me over the phone. I put her on speaker as I cradled my leg to my chest, concentrating on painting my toenails – Essie Watermelon.
Rolling my eyes I bit back the sarcastic response that perfection is subjective. “Who is this Mr. Perfect?” I asked.
“My husband knows him through work. His name is David York. He’s recently divorced–”
“Divorced divorced? Like legally? Or just separated? There’s a huge difference.”
“Yes, he’s divorced divorced. And really cute! He’s a government agent.”
I let myself drift off as Pickle rambled on.
“So, this Saturday at eight?” she asked.
“Huh? Where? What?”
Pickle sighed, frustrated with my lack of attention. “You. David. Date. Saturday. Eight pm. Copper Creek Grill.”
“O.K.,” I responded, just as exasperated. “What’s the deal with him anyway? Why is he perfect for me?”
“Because he’s single and cute and has a good job. Plus he has kids from his previous marriage, so he probably wouldn’t expect you to get knocked up or anything.”
“Great,” I said sarcastically. “My Prince Charming.”
“So you’d be willing to date a divorced guy?”
“I have to meet him first, Pickle.” Content that my nails were dry I put my sister on speaker as I started on my fingers. “Don’t start choosing bridal shower invitations just yet.”
“I just want to see you settled, Dais,” she said gently. It turned my heart all around.
“I know.. and I appreciate it.. love you, sis.”
“Love you too, sis,” she said back. “So. Should I call David and let him know you’re interested?”
I sighed. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”
“You’re David?” I asked the tall, broad gentleman at the bar, nursing a whiskey.
“Yes,” he said enthusiastically, standing to shake my hand. “And you’re Daisy, right? Your sister told me a lot about you.” He walked with me to get a booth nearby.
“She’s my older sister. I bet she had a lot of interesting material,” I said we sat down.
“Any other siblings?”
“Thankfully no,” I smirked.
“I see.” He smiled at me as he settled in across the table. “I have an older sister myself. I can relate.”
We talked a little bit about our families. He brought up his divorce, which was pretty recent but, in his words, was “long overdue.”
He was cute – I couldn’t stop checking him out as he spoke – his eyes lit up when he talked about his daughters, the soft plushness of his lips held my attention, the perfect thickness of his fingers as he held the menu had me wondering where else he’d be thick..
If he was feeling the same way he didn’t show it. He was a gentleman the entire time, and at the end of the date he only kissed my cheek. I supposed he was taking it slow because he didn’t want to rush into getting physical with someone so soon after divorcing.
He insisted on my calling him “Dave” instead of “David” and I teased him for having such a game show host name. Secretly I wondered how I was supposed to scream Dave in a fit of passion. Maybe I could scream baby or oh god yes or even daddy if he was amenable to it. I figured I had time.
After five dates (our first dinner, the movies, another dinner, a concert, and then late night drinks) I finally popped the question.
“Do you want to come up?”
We barely made it past the front door, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake. But as much of a hurry he was in to get there, he took his time with me. He ate me out as I bent over the bed, spreading me wide to lick up every inch of space he could, then using his fingers to fuck me until I came over and over again until I finally had to push him away, my pussy and clit oversensitive.
He liked me to ride him in reverse cowgirl, his big hands grabbing my ass and giving light spanks as he guided me up and down on his cock. And when I finally tired out after coming again he pressed me flat to the bed and fucked me so hard my bedposts rattled against the wall.
I ended up screaming Dave after all.
“You’re neighbors are gonna hate me,” he said breathlessly, falling next to me on the bed and getting rid of the condom.
“I hope that means you’re going to be coming over a lot more.. and coming over and over..” I grinned like an idiot as he held me close.
Pickle was insistent on knowing the details, so sure that I was going to tell her Dave was The One. I liked him, but I wasn’t too interested in maintaining an actual relationship. Even if he was hung and could fuck like a machine.
Getting invested in furthering whatever this was with Dave meant I’d eventually meet his kids at one point, and possibly his ex-wife. It was a lot to consider. I was just enjoying myself in the meantime.
We always ended up at my place, even just for lazy nights watching TV. “Are you living in a motel or something?” I teased him one night as we shared Szechuan noodles and pinot noir. “Did your wife get the house in the divorce?”
He just smiled and shook his head. “I’m there a couple nights out of the week, for the girls’ sake,” he said. “I’ve got a place a few blocks over, just to keep close to them.”
“That’s really sweet,” I said, touched by the efforts he made to stay in his daughters’ lives.
“Do I get any points for that?”
Smirking, I climbed onto his lap, grinding down slowly. “Just a few.. for now.”
“Come back to my place,” he invited me after a particularly long makeout session in the car after another date. We were still in the parking lot of the pub, a light rain dotting the windows around us.
“Are you sure?” Secretly I was excited to see where he lived. I wanted to see Dave in his own surroundings for once.
He nodded. “Yeah, come on. You can spend the night if you want.”
We tried to be quiet as we got in the door, but I was too excited, jumping on him immediately. My lips crashed against his as I jumped into his arms. “Take me to your room,” I whispered.
We were having fun under the sheets, Dave especially excitable as he fucked into me with more energy than he ever had before. He flipped me into every position, eager to make me come in every way imaginable. He had me in doggy style when his bedroom door suddenly opened.
I froze, ducking my head even as he kept thrusting into me, the bedframe rattling with the movement.
“Sorry,” someone whispered from the doorway. “It’s just me, honey, I forgot to put your laundry away. I don’t want it staying in the dryer overnight.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” Dave replied, albeit a little breathless.
MOM?? I muffled a shriek and pulled the pillow over my head, tapping Dave’s thigh to signal him to stop.
“Don’t worry, I’m not looking,” Mrs. York said in a teasing manner. It made me want to puke. “David, are you ever going to introduce us to your friend?”
“Dave,” I hissed. “Get. Off. Me.”
“Sure, Mom. Hey, can you hand up those shirts? I don’t want them wrinkled.”
“Of course, honey. And I’ll iron them for you in the morning if they need it. Are you two being safe?”
“Yes, Mom,” he said, somewhat annoyed.
“What’s your name, dear?” the lady asked me. I shook my head, wishing I could shrink or turn invisible.
“She’s Daisy, okay? She’s my girlfriend. Thanks for bringing the laundry, but can you give us some privacy please?”
“Sorry, dear. I’ll get out of your way. You two enjoy, and please don’t make too much noise. I don’t want you to wake your father.”
“I’m already awake,” a deep voice grumbled. I cringed. Both of his parents were in the room.
“Dad!” Dave protested.
“All right, son, we’re leaving. Say good night to your friend from us.”
The door closed. Dave had already gone soft.
“What the hell was that??” I hissed at him, pushing him off me and wrapping the sheet around myself.
“Well.. I’m living with my parents. It’s temporary,” Dave added sheepishly.
“You said you had a place close to your children,” I reminded him.
“I do,” he admitted with a sigh. “My kids are only a short drive from here..”
I shook my head. “Oh my god.. and why the hell did you let them walk in on us?”
“They always do that when I bring a girl over. Ever since high school. Believe me, it’s weird but I’ve learned to just put up with it.”
“It is weird,” I muttered, getting up and putting my clothes back on. “Is that why you never wanted to bring me over?”
“It’s either this or bring you back to the home I still share with my ex-wife.”
“I can’t do this,” I decided. “I’m sorry, Dave. I like you, but this whole situation is just too much.”
Dave sighed deeply, closing his eyes. “Yeah.. I understand.”
I felt bad, but a middle-aged divorced man splitting his time between his ex’s home and his parents’ place was not someone I could continue with. Maybe Dave would reconcile with his wife. Or maybe he’d find someone who was okay being interrupted during sex by his parents as if it were nothing.
All I knew was I had to get out, and that I probably couldn’t trust my sister’s opinions of men from here on out.
dividers by @/strangergraphics 👑
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Summary: We go back several years to find Daisy healing her very first broken heart.
WARNINGS: Heartbreak & angst. College parties. Alcohol. Brief mention of a threesome. Sexual tension. Javi is a consent king. Breast/nipple play. F!oral. Multiple orgasms. Protected piv. Fluff and smut.
A/n: Here we are! Did anyone guess the mystery guy mentioned during Frankie's chapter? This is my first time writing for this lovely character and holy hell.. how was he allowed to be so fucking cute AND hot??? I think he might be my new fave. In a few days I'll create a poll for y'all to decide which P-boy's chapter gets posted next 😊
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Patrick and I were on a “break.” Ok, technically we were broken up. I knew exactly what that meant. He wanted to fuck other girls and see if he liked them better. More often than not he just wanted the spice of life that variety offered, and he came back to me because I was his safe place.
Well fuck that. I wasn’t going to wait around for him this time.
A friend invited me to a party off campus. Nothing special. It was the usual affair – men in their thirties making huge batches of jungle juice, playing bartender for the girls my age. Pretty pathetic overall. Nevertheless I grabbed a cup and poured my own drink – rum and ginger ale – and did a lap around the place. The big screen TV in the living room played Pulp Fiction. I rolled my eyes, looking for a means to escape.
Just to be nosy I wandered through the other rooms. In one a couple was passionately making out on a bed, another woman going down on the man. I closed that door, flustered but also turned on.
I made my way to another bedroom, the walls lined with bookcases filled with movies. Most of them were action, suspense, thriller, horror, even some porn.
“Pretty unoriginal, but he does have a few gems,” a voice said behind me. I turned to see a cute guy, mid-twenties, wavy brown locks that looked bleached naturally by the sun. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, emanating warmth. His voice was tinted with a Spanish accent.
“I’m Javi,” he introduced himself, extending a hand. He had a cup of jungle juice in the other, the ice clinking against the polystyrene.
“Daisy,” I said, taking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
He took my hand and turned it over, planting a light kiss on top. “Are you having a good time?”
“Not really,” I admitted. “You?”
“Not really.” He smirked, strolling over to the DVD collection, running his ring-bedecked fingers over the titles, humming to himself as he skimmed them. “Ever seen this one?” He pulled out a copy of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
“No I haven’t..”
He popped it into the DVD player, the screen blinking to life. He plopped on the bed and patted the space next to him. I smiled and sat. The TV glowed, the movie started up.
We sipped our drinks, eventually getting comfortable on the bed. I had to admit, it wasn’t where I expected my night to go. Yet Javi was a perfect gentleman. He even put his arm around me when I started crying. “You could’ve told me this was a breakup movie,” I said through my tears. He smiled and gave me a handkerchief from his pocket to dry my eyes.
“It looks that way at first, but it has a hopeful ending,” he assured me.
I loved that movie. I almost insisted on watching it again, but we decided on another one, a Korean film with subtitles. This one was more action-oriented, taking my mind off everything for another couple of hours.
Javi knew a lot about movies and the filmmaking process. He’d written scripts and hoped to find a production company to make them, or he’d create his own company. He knew so much, but he wasn’t preachy about it. He asked what I liked to watch instead of telling me what I should watch.
He really wasn’t like any guy I’d met before..
At times we were interrupted by other party-goers until I locked the door.
Halfway through the third film the tension became unbearable. Javi was cute, he was nice, and he was there. I realized I hadn’t thought about Patrick in hours.
I made the first move, kissing him. His lips were soft, tangy from the jungle juice, and his hand held the nape of my neck as he kissed me back, slow and deep. When he pulled away his golden brown eyes were nearly overtaken by black. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
I’d never been asked that before. Patrick usually settled between my thighs and humped away. Or, if he was too drunk, told me to be on top.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
“Is it okay if I keep kissing you?”
“Yeah,” I whispered before he pressed his lips to mine again, his tongue running along my mouth, asking for entry. I parted my lips and his tongue, warm and strong, moved against mine. I instantly melted. His lips trailed down my neck, hands grabbing my hips, tracing upwards to cup my breasts over my shirt. “Can I have you?” he whispered against my throat.
“Yes,” I whispered back, and we slowly undressed. Layers of clothing were peeled away. Javi reached into the pocket of his jeans, which had been tossed to the floor just moments before, pulling a condom from his wallet, keeping it close by as he took his time to kiss and caress every part of my body. His lips lingered over my breasts, licking and teasing my nipples to stiff peaks before moving down over my belly to my pussy, tongue dipping between my drenched folds. Crying out, my hips bucked up, pleading for more, my fingers tangled in his sunlit curls. He stayed between my legs, his hips rutting against the bed, until I came apart on his tongue once, twice, three times.
I was still reeling from my high when Javi rolled the condom over his length. “Is this still okay?” he asked, positioning himself at my entrance. I gave a breathy sigh of a yes and gasped when he nudged in, my hands gripping his arms as he pushed in slowly, all the way to the hilt. He gave me time to adjust before moving, slow and deep, his eyes exploring my every reaction.
I moved my hips against his, our bodies undulating as one, both of us sighing and gasping. My hands roamed his back, his sides, his hips, his ass. Javi sped up, his breath quickening as he lifted my hips, the sounds of our thighs smacking together over the movie still playing in the background.
“Turn over,” he gasped, pulling out and positioning me on all fours. He pulled my hips back towards him, pushing in again, fingers sliding underneath and finding my clit. I moaned, dropping my head to the pillow as he played with my needy sweet spot, circling and swiping until I came again. Javi’s thrusts grew erratic and quickened before he finally let go, pulling me to him as he came, spilling inside the condom.
My limbs felt like jelly as I lay on my side, watching Javi remove the condom, tie it off, tossing it in the trash. After, we cuddled, too tired to move, and we talked. He told me about his home back in Spain. I told him about my own life, my heartbreak over Patrick. He held me closer as I mourned a man who never really loved me.
“I don’t want to sound ungrateful. I had a really great time with you tonight,” I told him.
“I’m glad you did,” he said sincerely.
“I don’t want you to think I slept with you out of loneliness.”
He smiled. “I don’t. And I don’t want you to think I slept with you out of a purely primal instinct to fuck.”
I chuckled, burying my face in his chest. “I’d be happy if you had.. to be honest, you’re only the second guy I’ve ever been with.”
“Really?” He looked surprised and pleased.
“Yeah.. it’s kind of embarrassing..”
“No, Daisy, I’m honored,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. “Your ex is obviously an idiot for letting you go.” He paused so long I thought he’d fallen asleep until I looked up at him. He was deep in thought.
“What is it?” I asked gently.
“I’m just thinking.. and forgive me if it’s too soon.. but would you like to come back to Spain with me?”
“What.. really?” I sat up.
“I know it’s sudden, but I think you’d enjoy seeing Mallorca. Sunny beaches, glamorous nightlife.. we could spend the whole summer having fun.”
“It sounds lovely,” I said.
He lifted my chin. “Only if you want to, Daisy.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to say yes, but I had no idea why the words wouldn’t come out. “When do you leave?” I asked.
“The day after tomorrow,” he replied. “It’s very short notice, I know.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think the timing is right, Javi..”
“I understand.” He tried to keep from looking disappointed.
After, he offered to drive me back to campus. I brought him up to my dorm, not yet ready to say goodbye yet.
dividers by @/strangergraphics 👑
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