*CAUTION THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT*
Curly held back a groan as his hips were met by Daisy's. He squeezed his hand into a tighter first and attempted to move so he didn't go father than he intended to. He could feel Daisy's hand on his shoulder, holding him in place to keep him from moving. He was surprised, she was usually embarrassed by their close contact and her lack of modesty.
"I wanna do this."
His face was blank for a few seconds, confused by the words that had just come out of her mouth. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it, there were many nights he'd get to Jose's hot and bothered and the only solution would be to take a cold shower. His feelings were intense and he often felt like he'd explode when he was around her. It wasn't that he hadn't been wanting it, it was the fact that she was a virgin. If it had been anyone else, their panties would be off as soon as they said "yes". He cleared his throat and barely mumbled out a shaky,
"Are you sure."
Her slight nod was only a bit of reassurance for him to continue his actions. His heart beat faster than it had ever did as his lips moved against hers, he wondered if she was as nervous as he was. He didn't even remember if he was this nervous his first time, he couldn't exactly recall all the details. He was shit-faced drunk. He was, however confident in his abilities, passed lovers would ring the phone off the hook to get back to him, "Just once more" they'd beg. His thoughts became clouded as her hips met his, the friction making his stomach queasy. Curly sat up a bit to slide his back shirt over his head, tossing it to the side so it dropped onto the floor. Daisy took the moment to raise her shaking hands to her blouse and unbutton it.
"Relax." Curly muttered.
From that moment, Curly reached forward to help her take her blouse off. His eyes wandered to her chest, she had worn a white bra that accented her chest nicely. He moved to press his lips to her shoulder and pepper light kisses along her neck before softly sucking on her skin in the crook of her neck. His hand snaked behind her to toy with her bra clasp, unclipping it a swift motion. It hung off her arms a bit until she pushed it off and put her arms around his neck, their chests pressed together.
He listened to her light breaths to see her changing reactions. Daisy had been quiet for the most part, so quiet you wouldn't be able to hear if you weren't listening for it. He wasn't complaining, he had been with partners who were obnoxiously loud and it made for an annoying experience. He moved to reach for the buttons of his jeans, pulling it through and kicking them off his legs. His hand lightly ran across her exposed thighs, her legs were soft and smooth, and well moisturized. It made him want to run his lips along her legs, but he'd have to save that for a later time, he wasn't willing to push her too much. His hands stopped when they got to the waistband of her cotton shorts, slowly pulling them down her legs along with her underwear.
Curly placed a reassuring kids on her lips, his nimble fingers moving along her lower half making her squeal.
"Trust me, alright?" Curly asked as he moved his finger.
She nodded and chewed on her lip. Her eyebrows were pushed together slightly, he was sure it was due to her nervousness. He moved his hand to the waistband of his boxers and slid them off, pushing them off and onto the floor. His hands moved back up over her hips, keeping one there to hold her there comfortably. He thought his heart rate would've calmed down by now but it hadn't. By now, he was feeling more nervous than she probably was. He was surprised by her sudden want to do this and he didn't want anything going wrong.
"Alright." Curly said quietly.
"Okay.." She replied in barely a whisper, nodding her head.
She gasped from the initial contact and winced as he kept moving. He could feel her clammy hands as she clung to his biceps. Within a few moments he had filled her completely, taking a few seconds to start moving. He kept it slow and steady. He could hear her as she sucked in deep and shaky breaths. He placed quick, wet, kisses along her neck and jawline. His hand slid up to shift her hips slightly upward, quickening his pace slightly. Her shaky breaths had turned into quiet gaps and moans, making Curly smile to himself. He could feel her clench around him, making the intense burning in his stomach rise as he moved closer to his end. His hand had been gripping her hips harder than he intended for it to be, moving slightly harder to chase a release. She gasped suddenly, releasing her breath and reaching his end in the moment. He continued for a few more moments, holding her legs in place so they'd stop shaking.
After a little, he moved to lie on his back and stare up at the ceiling, heaving in and out to catch his breath. He looked over at Daisy, sitting up with her blanket over chest. The moon hit her arm, making her have a unique glow. He thought the act was a bit ironic being that he had just seen her chest for a good while.
"Are you okay?"
Daisy looked over at him, her dark brown eyes glimmering from the moonlight as a smile appeared on her lips. "I'm fine... Just checking the time. That's all." She muttered as she threw her watch towards the end of her bed. She leaned back and rested her head on Curly's chest. Her finger traced the tattoo that he had on his arm, a simple plain black tattoo. He was never one for small talk after sex so he was relieved she didn't say much. Instead, he closed his eyes, slipping into a sleep.
Once Curly woke up he noticed his head was buried in Daisy's shoulder with his arm around her waist. He moved his head to check his watch to confirm that it was very early morning. After blowing out a light breath he moved to sit up and slowly rub his face, trying to keep from falling asleep again. He slid down the bed and reached for his jeans that rested on the floor and sliding them up his legs. He caught sight of Daisy sleeping, in awe from it, sleeping soundly with her hair messily sprawled out over the pillow. He chuckled some and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek before climbing out her window.
"Where was your bony ass all night?" Jose asked once Curly reached Jose's.
Jose had been on his porch, watching as Curly turned the car off. He quickly leaned over to open the glove box, grabbing the heater and putting it in the waistband of his jeans. He didn't want to bring it around Daisy, he didn't like bringing gang things up around her that much, or else she'd get too worried. He kept in the glove box if he was around her. He was growing used to having the gun around, he hadn't used it but just the feeling of having it there made him feel better, more protected. He wondered if he'd ever use it. If he actually had the balls to go through with it. He knew how to use it, his tios would let him play around with one when he was around 15, but Jose wanted to be sure Curly was good with it, which he was. "A natural." Jose said. "Like tu papa."
"I was just hanging out, y'know?"
"Mm. Hanging out, your neck seems to be telling a different story nephew." Jose said as he flicked his cigarette bud off the porch.
Curly could feel his face getting red as he walked to the bathroom to take a look. A few red and purple marks had decorated his neck and shoulders. He chuckled as he looked at them, a strange feeling of being proud overcoming him.
"Looks like you were busy." Jose comments from the door frame. "Get some sleep, si? Then meet me down at the club on ninth Street later."
A few hours later when Curly woke up for the second time that day, he took a quick shower before he met up with Jose. A smile stuck to his face as he thought about the early morning events he participated in. He didn't know how to feel or how he felt, he just knew that he felt good. Closer even. He wondered if he was in love, the thought would often cross his mind being that he never counted as actually being in love. He'd have conversations like this with Tim and Jimmy, asking their opinions.
"Nah, you're just wrapped up. It'll pass." They'd say.
He wondered what they'd say now. He felt different from how he felt before. The thought made him miss Tim and Jimmy even more, but he quickly shook it off. He knew what those feelings would lead him back to, and right now he needed to stay focused.
Curly met up with Jose around noon, meeting at a drive in instead of the club. He had been selling with Jose, he had more customers than he usually had because the Christmas season was coming up. Curly had been so busy he hardly noticed it was approaching, he was sort of glad, that way he didn't have to focus on his bullshit family traditions that he'd be missing out on. He wondered if Angela would want to do it without him there. He could hear her now, whining about how it wouldn't be the same. And he guessed he wouldn't be the same.
"Hey handsome, the usual." A customer said.
Curly didn't think twice as he reached into his pocket and handed the dust to her. She handed back 2 twenty dollar bills, which didn't make Curly surprised as he pocketed the money. He was a big hit with the females and he always got extra. Connie also helped bring in a little extra with her boobs always showing. The customers liked it.
Curly's eyes wandered around the drive in, taking in everyone's appearances. His eyes kept landing on one kid and he couldn't exactly figure out why. He looked so familiar but he couldn't pinpoint it. Curly looked to Jose, who had been busy flirting with a skinny female a few feet away from him. It took Curly a few minutes to remember who it was. And when he did, a sweat broke out and his hands started shaking anxiously. The memories came running back so vividly, seeming as if he remembered every detail. He wasn't nervous. He was pissed. The cause of his stupid ass nightmares was standing in front of him and he wanted nothing more than to go over there and smash his face in a brick wall.
"What you staring at nino?" Jose chuckled.
Curly took in a deep breath, eyes narrowing as he looked over at him. He was laughing casually at the movie playing. He was alone which made Curly feel even better, even more anxious. His hands squeezed into fists as he looked over at the kid, ready to pounce on him like a lion.
"That's him."
"Quien? Que pasa?" Jose asked, his voice lowering and becoming more serious.
"That motherfucker with the screwdriver, ese. That's him." Curly replied through gritted teeth.