Okay, about to start earning that M rating in this chapter, if slowly...
It was a rare day when Max had time to eat lunch with the rest of the Party at school. The air was consistently getting colder out, with November gone and December creeping its way by. Mike took advantage of everyone being present to test the waters of a possible camping trip. He expected complaining from Dustin and indifference from Lucas, but he was surprised when everyone seemed to think it was a good idea, as long as they didn't get lost and didn't have to walk too far. El was the most excited. Her smile warmed Mike's heart when she realized that they all were agreeing to go. They just had to pick a date. They decided to go two weekends before Christmas. Everyone hoped the snow would hold off just a little longer, but all agreed that they could build a bigger fire.
El pulled Max aside as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Students filled the hallway on their way to their next class.
"Thanks for being so cool about the camping trip. I think it will be really fun." El said to her.
"I actually do too. I've wanted to hang out with Lucas but we just never get a chance. This will force us to get closer. Maybe not as close as you and Mike..." Max gently punched El on the shoulder, causing both girls to laugh. "How's that going, by the way?"
"He's my boyfriend." El tried to keep from smiling too wide but she failed.
"Nice. I knew it was just a matter of time. Will we even see you two when we go camping together?" She was only half-kidding.
"Of course. We will hang out with you the whole time. Well, probably." She looked at Max with her bottom lip between her teeth. "I'll catch up with you later, Max. I'm going to be late for chemistry." El smiled and hurried down the hall.
The weekend before the camping trip everyone was at Mike's to hang out and also to plan their adventure. Mike's mom had agreed that they could all sleep over like they did when they were younger, thinking that since both Max and El were there it would cut down on the chances of anything inappropriate happening. Dustin was concerned about snacks so Max had appointed him Commander in Snack and he was pleased with his title. Will was sitting in the floor and everyone was chatting when he blurted (which was strange for Will), "we should play truth or dare while we're there. I know it's overdone but no one does it in the forest at night. It could be cool."
Lucas started to protest but Max stopped him. "What if we all came up with dares now and saved them? When we're there if someone picks dare we can draw one from a hat...like from Dustin's hat, and it will be random and fair. And truths will be truths so that wouldn't change."
It seemed like a good idea. Mike grabbed a notepad he kept in the basement and they all started writing dares.
"Remember that we'll be in a dark forest so keep that in mind. We don't need any broken ankles." El said. She was not planning on another ankle injury.
There were snickers amongst them as they wrote dares that they thought would be funny. Will offered to keep them all safe until the trip. He was probably the most trustworthy and least likely to read them before it was time so no one took issue with him being the "dare treasurer" of sorts.
"We can tell ghost stories too. At least I can. I know some." Dustin said.
"So can I." Lucas countered.
"Okay, okay, anyone who knows any good ghost stories is free to tell them. But they have to be good. No hooks for hands or bloody Mary or she's been dead for ten years stories. Good ones." Max decreed.
El and Mike were listening to the conversation but they had retreated to the sofa where they were snuggling and kissing, until Dustin looked over at them.
"Come on, guys. We're having an important meeting here!"
"Sorry, Dustin." They looked at each other, sharing a knowing glance that said, just wait until they fall asleep.
As the evening progressed everyone wanted to change into their pajamas. Mike told the girls to use the basement bathroom. The boys changed quickly in the basement while Mike went upstairs to brush his teeth and change his clothes. He went into his bedroom and grabbed a pair of flannel pajama pants from his drawer and after shucking off his jeans began to put on the flannel pants. He stopped and thought for a minute before he sighed. He wasn't sure he should do it but it wasn't like anything had to happen. Maybe she wouldn't even notice. He dropped the pants before he'd gotten them all the way up. He kicked off his boxers, tossing them in his hamper, and put the pajama pants back on.
Max and El were in the bathroom changing. Max was brushing her teeth while El put on her sleeping attire. She was wearing a white crop top t-shirt and baggy flannel pants that hung low on her waist due to being a little too big on her. She waited for Max to finish and then she brushed her own teeth.
"Are you guys going to do anything tonight?" Max asked El as El was rinsing her mouth of toothpaste.
"I don't know. You guys are all here."
"Yeah, but you could be quiet. And the boys sleep like the dead." Max extended.
"What about you?" El smirked at Max.
"I am tired. But I wouldn't say anything even if I was awake." She winked at El.
"We haven't really done anything yet but I don't know that tonight will be the night."
"Do you want to do anything with him?" Max asked, genuinely interested.
El smiled. She couldn't contain it. "Um, I definitely do."
When they walked back into the main room of the basement Will and Dustin were discussing the X-Men while Lucas tried to find something on the television. Mike appeared a few minutes later. He smiled at El as he walked down the stairs carrying a sleeping bag and a pillow. Holy shit! She is so fucking hot, he thought to himself. Lucas unrolled his sleeping bag and El noticed that Max set hers up not too far away from him. Dustin and Will were opposite each other where they could still see the television.
A while later, soft snores could be heard emitting from the sleeping bundles on the floor, with an occasional louder snore coming from Dustin. They had drifted to sleep one by one, with Lucas finally snapping off the television when he saw that everyone else was asleep.
Mike waited until he was sure that everyone was out, their breathing all steady and no more whispers or snickering could be heard. He was lying next to El near the back of the room, away from the television and next to the sofa, so that from certain angles only their legs were visible if there happened to be light. But there was no light. They had one sleeping bag opened underneath them and the other was being used on top as a blanket to cover them both.
He turned to his side, facing her. Due to the darkness of the room he couldn't see much but he could smell her shampoo and he could hear her breathing softly. She was turned on her side as well. He let his fingers trace over her shoulder and down her arm slowly, drawing circles with his forefinger on her palm once he reached her hand. He leaned forward and kissed her eyelids one by one, barely touching her with his lips. His hand came back up to her head and he tucked her hair behind her ear, pushing it back and then following the curve of her ear with his finger, lightly touching the soft skin there. She stirred.
"Hi." She said, barely making any sound, not wanting to wake anyone up.
"Hey."
They knew they couldn't talk much. Both of them were afraid of being caught by their friends. So they just acted. Mike pulled her to him and they were kissing, being soft and slow at first but then getting more heated. He was on his back and he pulled her onto him, her legs going over him so that she was lying on top of him. His hands moved up her shirt, rubbing her bare back under the fabric. She was so warm.
El was enjoying herself but was becoming more annoyed by the minute at the way her baggy pants were riding up her legs as she moved and making her feel encumbered. She tried to ignore it but finally she'd had enough.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, sliding off of Mike. Before he could get too disappointed he could feel and hear her moving beside him. He didn't know what was going on. In a minute she was back on him. She had taken off her pants. He felt her smooth legs when he moved his hands to her hips to pull her closer. El could sense his confusion.
"They were bothering me. I had to take them off."
He needed no more explanation. He was not going to complain about her bare legs wrapping around him or about being able to touch her skin where he had never touched it before.
El thought the feeling of Mike's hands on her back, under her shirt, was one of the best feelings she'd felt. She liked the way he spread his fingers out so that pretty much her entire back was covered by his hands. He would pull her closer to him as he kissed her neck. She moved her hands to the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up slightly until he realized what she wanted. He then stopped what he was doing so he could sit up and take the shirt off. He tossed it beside them and they continued kissing. Mike's hands moved slowly from her back down, finally resting on her ass.
She tried not to squeal. She thought she managed. He had turned her so she was once again on her side. Her leg was still slung over his waist. He ran his fingers over her abdomen and got closer to her breasts. He was moving so slowly. She just wanted him to get there already. When she finally felt his fingertips brush the underside of her left breast she stifled a moan. His thumb nimbly skimmed her nipple as he squeezed with the rest of his hand. The only thing she could do to keep from making noise was kiss him, hoping that would lessen any sounds she made.
She had her hands in his hair, they were fisted into balls due to her trying to keep her noise level down. His hands felt so nice on her, she wanted to feel them in other places but wasn't sure how to make it happen. She finally took a chance and pulled back from kissing him. She moved her hand from his hair, placing it on top of his hand that was under her shirt. In a moment of fearlessness she guided his hand down, past her navel, leaving it to rest on the thin elastic waistband of her panties.
She could hear him gulp. He still wasn't moving his hand from where she had left it so she covered it with her own again and moved it down more, over the soft fabric of her panties, encouraging him to touch her there.
He was tentative at first, not believing what he was doing, and then he started working in earnest, rubbing small circles with his first two fingers on the outside of her underwear, feeling at first a little dampness and then saturation of the material. She moved her head to his ear so she could whisper very softly.
"Take them off."
He kissed her and she felt his hands move to the waistband and push her panties down, moving over her butt and getting caught on her hips since she had her leg over his waist. He moved her leg so that he could pull them down all the way. Once they were off she climbed back on him. She was lying on top of him, his bare chest touching her almost bare one since her shirt had moved up over her breasts. He moved his hand back to where it had been.
"Oh, my god. That's so good." El whispered. His hand had found the spot she needed it in most. His thumb was gently rubbing in just the right place as he teased her with his finger, just one to start with.
Since she was on top of him she was not unaware of his own arousal. She moved herself to the side of him just slightly so she could put her hand where she wanted it. Mike felt her slide her fingers through the fly of his pajama pants. Her hand brushed against his hard cock, only the thin flannel of his pants between them.
"You're not wearing any boxers?" She asked, the unexpected gesture making her smile.
"Is that okay?" He asked, his voice only audible to her.
She just kissed him and he felt her fingers wrap around his shaft.
"Keep doing what you're doing." She breathed, pumping him with her hand as he kept up his pace on her. He had moved two fingers in now and she was having to hide her face in his neck occasionally to keep from crying out in ecstasy.
"El, oh, fuck. Oh, god, your hand feels so good." Mike said, trying to be quiet. He had one hand inside her but with the other he pulled her closer to him so that they were rubbing each other only centimeters apart. She had pushed the open fly of his pants around his member and if she'd wanted to she easily could have slid herself onto it. But she couldn't do that with their friends sleeping just a little ways away.
Mike's hand was drenched. Every once in a while due to their proximity the tip of his dick would rub against her stomach. The sensation of feeling it rub against her while his fingers were massaging her and making her writhe was almost more than he could handle. He resisted the urge to pull her close and rub himself on her until he found release. He liked what they were doing though. He liked that they were making each other feel good at the same time. He just hoped he could be quiet when what was about to happen finally overtook him. Her hand felt so nice, so soft but applying just the right amount of pressure. She would stop pumping and play with the head of his cock, softly caressing it before she turned her attention back to the shaft. It was not going to be long for him now.
He pulled his fingers out of her for a second, tracing her outer lips, barely touching her. He waited until she was almost begging him to start again. He had her so worked up that when he slipped his finger back in and his thumb touched her most sensitive spot he could feel her walls start to tremble.
"Mike, something is happening. I don't want you to stop. Please..." She murmured frantically into his ear. She was moving herself on his hand. He loved it.
"El, I won't stop. You don't stop either. And don't scream. Just breathe. You are so amazing."
"M-M-Mike..." She had her head in his neck again, hoping to be as quiet as she could. She was coming undone. Mike could feel it.
"Shhh, that's good. Don't stop, El. Oh, fuck, please don't stop." He let go then, having felt her quiver around his hand, her body slumping onto his. Her hand didn't stop though and he felt her keep pumping him until he was empty. Both panting, they relaxed into each other.
"Holy shit, that was awesome." He whispered. She was lying on top of him, not even caring about the mess underneath her. He could feel her smiling against his throat.
"I like your hands." She said. She was so tired that she thought she wasn't making sense but he knew what she meant.
"I like you." He said back, kissing her before wrapping her in his arms.
They took turns cleaning themselves up, each going to the bathroom as quietly as they could. El didn't bother with putting her panties back on, choosing to just wear her pants. Mike cleaned himself up and put his shirt back on. Back under the covers, they kissed a little more, softly giggling. Mike folded her into his arms and they went to sleep, both content.
The next morning Dustin was the first one up, followed by Max.
"Why are all of these board games on the floor? I know they were stacked on the shelf last night. I was looking at them before I fell asleep." Max asked. Dustin was clueless.
"Weird. Maybe someone was sleepwalking." He mused.
The others awoke not long after. Lucas claimed that he'd had the strangest dreams and Will said that he had slept like a log. Dustin pointed to the games on the floor and suggested that maybe Lucas was responsible.
"No way, man. I don't sleepwalk."
"Well I guess they just moved themselves." Max suggested.
"Just pick them back up and put them back on the shelf." Mike said, walking to the games. "Here, I'll do it. See? All better."
He crossed back to El. She gave him an apologetic look. He shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and kissed her. He whispered softly into her ear, "if I could move stuff I would have too. It was that good."
"They're always in their own world. Camping should be fun." Max scoffed to the other boys, all of them laughing. It was all in good fun. Mike and El deserved to be happy. Max knew she would be asking El later what had happened the night before. She looked at them, how El was sitting on Mike's lap and he was rubbing her back. She noticed how gentle Mike was with her and how they looked at each other like they might disappear if they looked away, the tender kisses between them that said so much. She was looking at love. It was hard to miss. It was obvious.
A/N: Next chapter is the campout. Thanks for sticking with me.
