Daydream Diary, Volume 1

by Lily Angelo

  Tina and Lee made out on the couch as I watched the horror flick we rented.

  “Lily, we’re gonna make a run to Mc. Donald’s. We’ll probably park around the corner for a bit. Want me to bring you something back?” Tina whispered as they both stood up.

  “What? Don’t leave me. I can’t watch this movie by myself, and what if your dad comes back down?” I pleaded knowing she wouldn’t be swayed.

  “He won’t. He never gets back up after 12. You know that.”

  “I know, but what if he does this time?”

  “Just tell him I went to get something out of my car and text me. I’ll just be around the block sitting with Lee.”

  “Okay.”

  As they were leaving, I got up to put a different movie in. No way was I going to sit and watch a devils and demons movie alone. My eyes starred at the screen, but my mind was thinking about Mr. Davis upstairs all alone in his king size bed. I figured it would be at least two hours before Tina came back and I just wanted to peek in on Mr. Davis to see how he looked when he slept. I sat there for a few minutes trying to gather the courage to make it to the staircase. My churning lust and rum buzz convinced me to make my move. I reasoned that I was just going to look at him and there was nothing wrong with that. The hall was completely dark with the exception of a little light escaping from a small sliver in Mr. Davis’ door. I slowly crept to his door and peered through the small opening. I cautiously pushed the door open inch by inch trying not to make any noise. It gave a little squeak on the last push giving me just enough space to fit through. I stepped inside motionless, waiting for movement or any indication that I’d woken Mr. Davis up. He didn’t move a muscle and his respirations were consistent. I turned the television off and felt my way through the darkness until I found the other side of the bed where I removed my night gown and bra. I lifted the comforter and slowly slid up behind him. I put my arm around his waist and my bare breasts against his warm back. He still seemed to be in a deep sleep as I held him--feeling the warmth of his muscular body and his strong, steady heartbeat. My center-cirlcle started to twitch and I rubbed my nose against the back of his neck and planted soft kisses along his spine. I arched my back up and down to rub my erect nipples across his flesh. I lowered my hand until it slid beneath his boxer shorts and grazed the tip of Mr. Davis’ shaft. I was so worked up and horny that it felt like I was pulsating from my creamy center to the enamel of my teeth. I dipped further into his boxers and wrapped my hand around his flaccid penis. I placed my other hand between my legs, squeezing his cock and plucking my flower harmoniously, like wind blowing dandelions across an open field. Our bodies felt natural together and I pressed myself closer and harder into him, hoping that somehow we would become one. His cock grew thick and rigid in my fist as I stroked him harder and gyrated against him. Sounds of my faint moans and bed rocking filled the dark room. I knew he wasn’t sleep anymore when he gently place his hand on top of mine and guided my strokes up and down his passion pole. I tightened my grip on his cock and clinched my thighs together to relieve my anxious clit. His breathing was heavy and I couldn’t get enough of him expanding and contracting next to me. I ran my tongue along his shoulder blades and dug my teeth into the flesh of his back. My moment was arriving.

  “I’m cumming!….. I’m cumming!….” I panted into Mr. Davis’ back. He returned my pants with a roar of free elation that had been caged since his wife passed away. The hand that was stroking Mr. Davis became moist and sticky. Our bodies shuddered as we laid there unsure of our next actions. I was too embarrassed to speak and I didn’t know what to say anyway. It was awkward afterwards, but I was glad it happened. I knew I couldn’t stay there much longer. What would I do if Tina found me in bed with her father? Neither of us said a word as I slipped out of his bed and felt around the floor for my bra and night gown. My fingers searched the carpet until they grazed the edge of my cotton gown. I flung my gown over my head and quickly rolled my bra into a tight ball.

  I let out a sigh of relief when I looked into the living room and saw that Tina wasn’t home yet. I sunk into the sofa cushions and pulled my blanket over my guilty body, just below my chin. The rendezvous played repeatedly in my head as I blankly starred at a late night infomercial. My carnal thirst was quenched, but I worried about what to expect from Mr. Davis from that point on. I finally laid my worries to rest and decided to deal with tomorrow’s problems, tomorrow.

  Singing birds and warm sunlight brought me back to consciousness the next morning. I scanned the room looking for Tina. Her blanket and pillow were in the same place she’d left them before leaving with Lee. My groggy arm flopped off the edge of the couch and rummaged through my purse until I felt the course surface of my rhinestone cell phone cover. It was 11:33 a.m. and I didn’t have any missed calls or text messages from Tina. I pulled myself from the couch and looked outside. Tina’s car was parked in the driveway. I swiftly jogged up the winding staircase to see if Tina was in her room. The closer I came to her door, the louder the sounds of vomiting became. I walked in Tina’s bathroom to find her kneeling to the porcelain thrown. I sat on the edge of her bathtub and pulled strands of vomit-coated hair from her face.

  “Remind me never to drink rum again.” Tina said with a light tone.

  “How much did you have?”

  “Me and Lee finished the bottle when we left. Lesson learned my friend, lesson learned,” dropping her face back inside the toilet bowl again.

  I was running some cold water over a wash cloth when Tina’s cell phone starting buzzing from her night stand.

  “Lily, will you see who it is?

  I stopped the water faucet and sat the rag on the sink, rubbing my wet hands across my gown as I walked to her cell phone.

  “It’s your dad.”

  I handed Tina the phone and waited nervously to hear the results of their conversation. I didn’t know what to expect. Maybe he was telling Tina that he didn’t approve of our friendship anymore and found some bogus excuse to make me leave their house.

  “Okay Dad. I’ll have to ask Lily to come pick you up. I’ve been throwing up all morning and I don’t even have the strength to make it from my bathroom to my bed. Okay, well Lily’s coming to your rescue Dad. She’ll be there in a few.” She ended the call and slid her phone across the tile floor towards the bathroom door. Somewhere between vomiting and gags she told me that Tim went for a morning jog and stopped by the cemetery to visit Clarisa’s grave, but his ankle twisted when he stepped into a shallow hole hidden by grass.

  “Lily, you have to be our hero today. Will you go pick Dad up for me? You know I can’t make it in my delicate condition.”

  “Delicate condition?... Delicate hangover.” I plucked her head and went to her bedroom to grab a pair of pants. “What would you Davises do without me?”

  “Thanks, I owe you one Lil.”

  I sung a snippet of Deon Warwick’s That’s What Friends Are For and asked her if she wanted anything from the store while I was out.

  “Just a Sprite or ginger ale, something to help settle my stomach.”

  I brushed my teeth, washed my face and threw on a pair of comfy sweats and T-shirt and hit the door. As I drove out of our neighborhood, my mind searched for an answer on what to say to Mr. Davis. My first instinct was to act like the whole thing never happened. While turning into the entry gates of the cemetery, I decided that I wouldn’t bring it up if he didn’t bring it up. I slowly drove around the cemetery curves until I spotted Mr. Davis sitting beside Clarisa’s headstone. I got out of my car and fearfully walked towards Mr. Davis with a million butterflies fluttering in my tummy. Even though I was apprehensive about our looming interaction, I still found him incredibly attractive. My heart and my sweet spot pounded harder with every step I took in Mr. Davis’ direction.

  “Hey Mr. Davis, Tina sent me to rescue you.” I tried to give a helpful smile as I lent my hand to him.

  “This is what happens when you get old, body aches and broken bones,” he
said kindly as we locked palms and I leaned back to anchor our weight and help pull him up.

  His benevolent disposition eased my anxieties about what had happened in his bed the night before. He put his arm over my shoulder and I helped him limp to the car.

  “Would you like to sit in the back to keep your foot elevated?”

  “Yes, that would probably make the most sense.”

  I opened the back door and watched as he carefully slid himself across my rear seats.

  “Are you going to be okay? Do you think you need to go to the hospital?” I asked before closing the door behind him.

  “I’ll be alright. I’ll just go home and take a few Tylenol and keep it on ice for the rest of the weekend.”

  I got behind the wheel and pulled off. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t help looking into my rear-view mirror to catch a glimpse of Mr. Davis. We caught eye contact for a moment but Mr. Davis quickly diverted his eyes away. I could see the cemetery gates over the next hill when I heard a loud popping noise that coincided with the shaking of my SUV.

  “This cannot be happening,” I muttered to myself pulling my car to the curb. I lowered my window and stuck my head out to investigate. Sure enough, I heard the unmistakable hissing of a deflating tire.

  “Shit!” I blurted, forgetting about Mr. Davis’ presence. “I’m sorry Mr. Davis. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

  “I’m in no condition to complain, Lily”.” He said calmly.

  I put the car in park and hopped out to check the damage. There was a nail stuck in my front, driver-side tire. I got back in and reached for my cell phone.

  “Well we have a flat Mr. Davis and I don’t have the slightest idea about changing a tire, so I’m calling roadside assistance.”

  “Sounds good to me,” He crossed his hands in his lap, closed his eyes, and rested his head against the window as though he were about to take a nap.

  I called roadside assistance, then Tina to let her know what was going on.

  “Someone should be out to help us in the next 30 minutes or so, Mr. Davis.”

  “I’m in no hurry. I didn’t have anything planned other than house chores anyway. Is Tina alright? Does she have a stomach bug or something?”

  “Yeah, I believe so. She said she threw up a few more times and she felt a little better after that. She’s in bed now.”

  There was an uncomfortable silence that followed and I pretended to be interested in playing a game on my phone. When the only thing I could think about was climbing over those seats onto Mr. Davis’ lap and sucking on those juicy lips of his. I didn’t have the nerve to actually say it, so I sent him a text message, “I want to kiss you.” From the mirror, I watched him pull out his phone and read the message.

  “Lily, what happened last night was wrong. I should have stopped you, but I didn’t, and I’m sorry for that. I could lose everything if something like that were to get out--my career, Tina, the respect of my friends and colleagues. Not to mention that your parents would probably try to send me to jail if your father doesn’t try to kill me. I know that’s what I would do if it were Tina and a man my age. You can’t tell anyone that ever happened. Agreed, Lily?”

  “I would never tell anyone Mr. Davis. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but I did turn 18 three months ago. So it’s not like I’m a minor.”

  “But people would think that I’ve been molesting you for years. Especially since you and Tina are so close and you’ve spent so much time at the house. It’s just not right and I can’t take that risk. You’re a beautiful girl Lily; you should be dating someone your age. You could be my daughter; I think of you as a daughter.”

  “Were you thinking of me as your daughter last night, Mr. Davis? Plus no one would ever find out, I promise. I think about making love to you all the time. I have to be with you. I know you enjoyed the way I touched you. I want you to touch me too.

  “I’m sorry, Lily, I can’t. “

  “Okay. Well can I at least come sit beside you until our help gets here?”

  “That’s not a good idea.”

  “We’re not going to do anything. I just want to be close to you, and I promise I won’t bring this up again.”

  He didn’t answer with a yes or a no. He was thinking about it, but deep down I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  I hoisted myself to the back seat being careful not to disrupt his resting ankle. I sat between his open legs with my head down. I let my finger run back and forth over his hand before lifting his hand to caress my face.

  “See, it’s not so bad is it?” Looking him in the eyes and trailing his fingers close to my mouth.

  I separated his index finger and slid it across my lips. When he didn’t resist, I lightly kissed it, ran my tongue around the tip of it, then sucked it into my mouth. I scooted closer into his crotch, and he made an attempt to move away by straightening his back.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” making his final plea before conceding to me.

  Nibbling on his finger I softly replied, “Yes we should.”

  I put his hand under my shirt to cup my breast and leaned in to kiss his lips. There was no hesitation as he let his tongue roll with mine. Our kisses became passionate and endless. He reached around and popped my bra, quickly returning to massage my bare breasts and pinch my nipples. I squeezed his rod from base to tip gliding over his gym shorts. Mr. Davis lifted my shirt over my head and I expelled the rest of my clothing before straddling him. I grinded against his groin as he gripped my ass and feasted upon my exposed breasts. My skin was hot with desire and I was ready to feel him inside of me. I released his pole from his shorts and slowly descended upon it rubbing his back and tasting his lips. I gradually worked my hips to give my slick walls time to adjust to his size. He held me tight and patiently moved his body with mine. Once I got my footing, he bounced me up and down like a human pogo-doll. My squeals were confined to the steamy windows of my car.

  “Fuck me Mr. Davis, fuck me, fuck my young pussy!” I commanded pushing my fingers into his mouth.

  He was compliant, thrusting harder and harder inside my tight, creamy harbor. He came with the same animalistic growl from the night before. His pace slowed and I felt his warm cum flowing out of me.

  Once my tire was fixed we rode back to his house while he explained all the reason that could never happen again. I let him vent giving a nod of agreement with some of the things he said, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist being with me again. When we got back to the house, I helped him up the stairs and went in to check on Tina. I sat a glass of ginger ale on her nightstand and told her I was going back downstairs to watch television while she got some rest. I waited about 45 minutes to give her time to fall asleep again. I crept passed her door doing a quick inspection to make sure she was sleeping before I made it to her father’s bedroom again. I walked in, locking the door behind me, and let him watch me undress.

  I never stopped seeing Mr. Davis until I got married in my mid-thirties. We were secretly together all that summer. In the fall, I would come home from college on weekends to screw his brains out. Even when I couldn’t make it to him, he would get a suite at a swanky hotel that was close to my college campus.

  I spent a few years trying to make my marriage into the love affair I had with Tina’s dad, but realized that nothing could compete or even come close. I was back with him a few months after my divorce was final. I think our families began to suspect something when Mr. Davis and I would have long conversations to ourselves at holiday gatherings, but by then, we didn’t care about the taboos of our relationship anymore.

  Beauty and the Beasts

  It was almost 3 a.m. as I checked the time on my watch and searched the subway station hoping to see another passenger—I never liked the feeling of waiting there alone. I was just leaving my friend’s birthday party, hoping to make it home without tripping over my 4-inch stilettos. I regretted having that last glass of champaign, but I was thankful that we both li
ved within half a block of a subway station. I heard the next train approaching and I stood up to tighten the belt on my coat and placed my bag on my shoulder. As I boarded, I couldn’t help but notice there was only one man sitting in the car. He was dressed in a business man’s attire, wearing black from the waist up. The brim of his hat cast a shadow that hid most of his face. It seemed as though he was looking toward the ground but I gave a polite smile anyway and took a seat facing him. As the train pushed on, my mind drifted to my to-do list for the weekend: Saturday – laundry, take Puppis and Gabby to get groomed, then dinner with the girls; Sunday – church and sleep. The shaky subway ride brought my attention back to my present surroundings and this time it looked as if the man was starring directly at me with an unnerving grin, but I wasn’t sure because the shadow was still covering his eyes. For the next few minutes, I glanced back and forth between the window and the man sitting in front of me, and each time my sight rested on him, he still seemed to be looking at me. I couldn’t see his eyes but I could feel his cold stare. Of what I could see, he was fairly handsome. He had an intentional 5 o’clock shadow and plump cherry-red lips like Brad Pitt. I got a few more glimpses at his facial features and I realized that he looked exactly like a 20-something Brad Pitt, from the nose down anyway. Although he was cute, I didn’t like the way he stared at me. It felt eerie and uncomfortable like a predator stalking its prey. I decided that I didn’t care where the next stop was, I was getting off that train and I would just catch a cab the rest of the way. I dug through my purse to create a distraction, faking to get a piece of gum when I was really positioning my knife and pepper spray in case I needed to use them. I put the stick of gum in my mouth and looked out the window. I swept my hair from my forehead and made a glance to read the man’s expression. This time his smile was wide enough for me to see his teeth. I saw fangs! I quickly grabbed my knife from my purse and reached in my pocket for my phone. I didn’t look at him again and tried to calm myself by saying it was the alcohol I had a the party that was causing me to see things. I was struck with panic that hit me even harder when I realized I had no cell reception in the tunnels. The train seemed to be speeding up and I dropped my phone when the train shook. I reached down to get it, but saw it slide passed the man’s shiny black shoes. When I rose up, the interior lights were flickering and the man seemed to be sitting a few seats closer than he was before. I saw the edges of my cell phone reflect in the man’s black, leather glove as he tauntingly waved it to me. He threw my phone over his shoulder and I heard it smash against the floor. The lights were flickering even worse now, and the train would be pitch black for 15-20 seconds at a time. Each time the lights went out, the man was sitting a seat closer to me. I knew I had to find a way off that subway car, so I stood up to run in the opposite direction to next car. This time when the lights flickered off, they never came back on. I was trapped in the dark with some kind of beast or a mad man, only catching short flashes of light as the train sped through the tunnels. I opened the blade on my knife, felt my way from seat to seat as I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I was almost to the door when the sound of his snarling alerted me to his proximity and I stabbed into the darkness. The roar of a wounded lion blasted through the car. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and were of some use now. I stabbed at his silhouette again, but this time he caught my wrists and banged them against a metal bar causing me to drop my knife. The palms that were restraining my wrists felt soft and velvety. His hat fell to the ground as I fought for my release from his grasp. The beast’s eyes were no longer hidden and through the darkness, they glowed red, like the fiery lakes of hell. His head was at least six inches away from me, but I felt his tongue slither across my chest and neck. I cringed in fear as he put his head against my neck, deeply inhaling as if he were trying to analyze my scent. He held my wrists above my head and clawed every stitch of my clothing to shreds. His furry torso pushed me against the wall. I was scared, yet curious to find out what the beast was going to do to me. He used his tail to separate my legs, heaving and humping my dangling body like an animal in heat. The beast pressed his mammoth cock against my clit over and over again until I was gushing like a river during monsoon season. My legs trembled as I stood there with the beast grinding between my legs, feeling his abnormal tongue crawl down my back and lick between my butt cheeks. Then, without any humanity, he bent me over the car seat and dug inside of me. I screamed in pleasure and pain as the beast took everything he wanted from me. The beast nailed me like he was punishing me, wrapping his tongue around my neck until I was wheezing for air. I guess part of me enjoyed it because a stream flowed from between my thighs, passed my ankles, causing my feet to slide inside of my stilettos. When I came, it wasn’t my usual 30 second orgasm. It continuously rolled through me like an internal thunderstorm. Then something even stranger started to happen. All of my muscles spasmed at once and my feminine screams morphed into the same lion-like roars of the beast. I opened my eyes to find everything that was in darkness before, to be sharp and crystal clear, similar to looking through night-vision goggles but with a reddish-orange tint. The last thing I felt was something sharp piercing my shoulder.