Chapter 12: Patrick
Daisy and I had been meeting for almost a month and a half now. Being with her for that amount of time felt like a relationship milestone. I had never met another girl that could keep my attention for that long. But Daisy was my high, and I didn’t see myself coming down any time soon.
We were very limited with what we could do through the glory hole, and I had become increasingly frustrated with what I was unable to do to her. My nights without her were spent with my hand, fantasizing about pleasuring her. I wanted to taste her more than anything in the world. Have her writhing under me and moaning my name as I ate her out.
I sighed and pushed my shopping cart down the aisle of Party City. It was Scotty’s birthday in a couple weeks, and I had been tasked with throwing the party for him, although I wasn’t sure why. He had plenty of friends who would be able to throw him a better party.
The store was absolutely massive. There were so many items that I wasn’t even sure where to begin. I was in an aisle with themed birthday items—did Scotty even want a themed party? I should have asked. But maybe it was a faux pas to ask the birthday person what they wanted.
There was nautical-themed dinnerware with anchors on the plate. Solid pass. It was way too cheesy. The Hawaiian décor was pretty cool, though. There were tikis on paper plates, plastic palapa table skirting, and flower cups. I marked that as a solid maybe.
I snorted as I came up to the princess-themed partyware. I had half a mind to get it for him. If the party was just family, there was no doubt I would. But his friends would be there. I knew Scotty would still own it, though.
I finished walking down the party aisle and accidentally stumbled into the costume area. I should have just turned around, but it was far more interesting than plates.
When I saw the masks on the wall, the idea came to me.
* * *
“Major?” Daisy’s voice called to me. Every time she arrived, she would call my name instead of some form of hello. I think there was a part of her that was afraid I would leave.
“I’m here.”
“Hi,” she said, and I could hear the door clicking shut behind her.
“How was your day?” I asked.
“Alright. Just stupid work stuff.”
“Isn’t that always the case?”
“Yeah but,” she hesitated. “Fridays always seem to go by the slowest.”
“Well, everyone is excited for the weekend.”
“Something like that,” she murmured.
“Or is it because you’re excited to see me?” I said, half kidding.
“Well, yes.” I could tell from her tone of voice she was embarrassed.
A goofy smile spread across my face. I was happy to know my excitement was reciprocated. I often worried that I felt more strongly about Daisy than she did about me. Small things like this reassured me we were on the same page. “I get excited to see you, too. Daisy time is my favorite time of the week.”
“Oh, I, um—” she stuttered.
I let out a cackle. It was so cute when she got embarrassed and was at a loss for words. “Good to see you too, Daisy.”
The two of us chatted for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure how to work what I needed to say into the conversation. I didn’t know what I would do if she disagreed. Or worse, panicked and left.
“Daisy,” I started. “There are so many things I want to do to you. But I can’t do them through this hole.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Well, I do.” I cracked open the closet door.
“What, what are you doing?” I heard her jump off the couch and towards the door.
“Calm down,” I said. “And take this.” I passed the mask through the crack of the door.
“What is that?” she whispered.
“I want to do more with you. But we also can’t see each other’s faces. I thought this would be a good solution.” My heart pounded in my chest when she didn’t respond to me. I exhaled in relief as she took the mask.
“Okay.”
“Yeah?” I confirmed.
“Yeah.”
“Well…can I come out?” I asked.
“Yes.”
My heart was about to explode out of my chest. I was going to see what she looked like—sort of. The mask would be hiding her face, but at least I would be able to hold her in my arms. I would be happy with however Daisy looked but what if she was disappointed with me? She might stop coming back. I tried pushing the thoughts out of my mind as I stepped out.
The first thing that caught my attention was how petite she was. Not so much in height—she was about 5’5.” Her weight wasn’t proportionate to it. She must have only been 125 pounds.
Then I let my eyes wander to the plastic mask covering her face. Wavy, brown hair fell above her shoulders. I had always pictured Daisy with long hair—but now that I saw the short I realized how much I loved it. It suited her more.
“Are you disappointed?” Her voice hit a high octave.
The poor thing had also had the same worries. “No,” I stepped forward and put my arm around her waist. “I’m really happy to see you.”
Her face turned away from me and she covered the hole of her mask with her hand. If I had to guess, her face was bright red underneath.
I laughed and brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she squeaked. “I just wasn’t expecting this and now I’m nervous.”
“Well, you’ve never been nervous with me before.”
“You were behind a door before.”
“Do you want me to go back in there?” I asked.
“No,” she whispered, and buried her face in my shoulder. I played with her hair while she kept her face in the crook of my neck.
With Daisy, I didn’t have to put on a persona, like I did with everyone else. I didn’t have to pretend to be overly-confident. Hell, I didn’t even use my “professional voice,” which was how I spoke to almost everyone.
I had an odd feeling that I couldn’t explain while holding Daisy. The best way to describe it would be that my heart felt as if it would explode, and everything was right in the world. It wasn’t as though I had never held another girl in my arms. But every other girl was empty. It was an after-sex obligation, just to make them happy.
I just wanted to pull Daisy closer. She exuded a pheromone that was specifically designed for me. I couldn’t resist her. Finding my high has been so strange.
She snaked her arms under my shirt and began to trace my abs. “You’re very fit,” she commented.
“What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know. I can’t judge your face, but you’re fit and charming enough to get a girl without a glory hole.”
“What if I told you I only like girls named Daisy who are at glory holes?”
Her hands paused from running over my abs. “I, um…”
I laughed and pulled her closer—it was a surprise our bodies hadn’t merged together yet. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I try not to be, though.” Her hands resumed exploring my abs, and she hooked her thumbs against the bottom of my shirt and pulled. “Off,” she said.
“Mmm, okay.” I pulled my shirt off, making sure to keep my mask in place. “Ms. Demanding, aren’t you?”
Her mask tilted in the direction of my abs. “I didn’t know I had a Greek God on the other side of the glory hole.”
“Like I said before, you’re ridiculous.”
“Perhaps.”
I pulled her into my hips so she could feel the stiffness she created. “You also drive me insane,” I whispered, grinding into her.
Daisy let out a small whimper and reached for the button of my jeans, but I stopped her. “Why?” she asked.
“You’ve seen me plenty of times. I want to see you.”
“But,” she started.
“But what?”
“My underwear doesn’t match.” Her head tilted towards the floor.
It took everything in me to not burst out in laughter—I was glad she couldn’t see my face. I managed to keep my composure. “Well, it’s a good thing they won’t be on you for very long, then.”
I ran one hand down the length of her spine and cupped the small of her back. The other began to undo the zipper of her dress. I slid the zipper painfully slow, enjoying the impatient noises she made as I teased her. Finally, the dress dropped at her feet.
It was actually adorable that her underwear didn’t match. She had on an obnoxiously pink thong—something I would never expect her to buy based on her personality.
“Sorry,” she choked.
“What for?” I asked, moving a hand so it could caress along her collar bone.
“You know—” I put the other hand up to the hole in her mask before she could finish. I didn’t care if her underwear didn’t match. Hell, I didn’t think that was something any man would care about.
I continued to caress along her collar bone until I reached the strap of her bra. My fingers traced along the satin material and made their way to the band in the back.
“Let’s see what color your nipples are.” I gave her a gentle nip on the ear and a shiver ran through her body.
The bra unclasped with a flick of my hand and landed at her feet. Her nipples were a medium brown, which contrasted beautifully with her pale skin tone.
“I love them.” My left hand cupped her breast, and I grazed my finger over the nub.
“Mmm,” she exhaled.
My hands roamed further down her body and I stopped to trace her birthmark. She was right about it being shaped like an orca. “This is cute,” I murmured in her ear.
“I suppose.”
I continued to move my hands further down until I reached the sides of her thong. With one tug, it landed at her feet. I stopped to fully appreciate her naked body. She was absolutely beautiful, and it took enormous amounts of restraint to not take her immediately. But I had to know what she tasted like.
“Come here,” I commanded. In one swoop, I picked her up in my arms and laid her on the floor. In hindsight, I should have brought a blanket for us. Carpet burn from having sex on the floor would be an absolute bitch. “Put this over your eyes.” I threw my t-shirt at her.
“Why?”
“I want to eat you out, but I have to take off my mask for that.”
“What?! No.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s…dirty,” she whispered.
“What?” This woman had me thoroughly confused.
“I’ve just…never let anyone put their face down there. It’s too embarrassing,” she confessed.
“You’ve never been eaten out?” I blurted.
Daisy shook her head furiously, the waves of her hair flying every direction.
This was our first time having sex without the glory hole. I didn’t want to push her into something she didn’t want—even if I knew she would like it. “I would really enjoy it. But if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”
She hesitated. “I mean…I don’t know. What if you think it’s gross?”
“I’m not going to think it’s gross.” I traced my finger along her inner thigh. “And I promise to stop if you don’t like it.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay.” Her body movements were unsure, but she laid on the floor and put my shirt over her eyes.
Her skin prickled in anticipation as I placed gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs. I took my time to suck and nibble on the sensitive flesh, teasing her with what was to come.
I reached her center and glided across the outside with my finger. Part of me wanted to restrict her orgasm, as she had done to me when we first met. But I couldn’t do that for her first time being eaten out. I brought my face to her sex and lightly flicked my tongue across her clit.
“What, what the heck?” she cried, overwhelmed from the new sensation.
“Do you like it?”
“Y-yes,” she whined. “Keep going!”
I obeyed her wishes. In fact, I never wanted to stop. I was so turned on knowing I was the first man to put my face between Daisy’s legs. The taste of her belonged only to me.
She had lost any control she had. Her hands were wrapped in my hair as she moaned my name and begged me for more. My tongue began to flit faster to get her to the release that she so needed.
I plunged a finger inside of her, stroking in a “come here” motion. The intrusion made her shriek, and she ground her pussy in my face, desperate for an orgasm. I could feel her body so close to climax—if only I could see her face. It must have been so contorted in pleasure as my tongue provoked her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Daisy let out a cry as she found her release. Her walls fluttered over my fingers, where I desperately wished my cock was. I was physically aching from not being inside of her. I should be buried inside of her, feeling the spasming over my dick.
Daisy trembled as she came down from her high. “That was amazing,” she whispered.
I wanted to hold her as she recovered from her first time being eaten out, really, but I needed to be inside of her right now or I would go insane.
“I knew you’d like it.” I said, reaching for my mask. I strapped it back on and removed my shirt from Daisy’s eyes. “I need you,” I whispered. “So, so, bad.”
She nodded and held her hand against the side of my mask. I took it as a sign of approval and entered her.
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed.
There would be no more of Daisy riding me through the closet door. I was going to show her that now, I was in charge. Tonight, I was going to drive myself into her with no holding back.
There was an urgency I never knew I had as I pumped in and out of her. She let out a whimper and wrapped her legs around me, thrusting her pelvis with mine.
I could control when I climaxed every time I had sex. But right now, there was no stopping the tide that needed to be released. As I thrusted in and out of her, she consumed my mind. Daisy. Daisy. Daisy. It was only her.
“Major!” she cried as her second climax of the night hit her.
It was too much with her walls shuddering around my cock. I gripped her hips as I released a hot flood of come.
When I came down, I laid on the floor next to her and took her into my arms. “That was amazing.”
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Daisy,” I murmured, pulling her closer. “Daisy, Daisy, Daisy.”
“Yes?”
“Nothing. I’m just happy. Can you stay a little longer tonight?” I nuzzled my face into her hair.
“Yes.”
“Do you have anything else to say other than yes?”
“If you prefer, I could answer no to those.”
“Shut up,” I laughed. “You know what?”
“Hm?”
I started to tickle her and she squealed with laughter. Laughter that only I got to hear. In that moment, I knew I officially belonged to her. But I could never ask her to meet outside the club—removing our masks might kill the magic.