Hey guys! Welcome back... I have huge chapter for you today... 7,347 words without my talking. I didn't mean for it to be so long, but... there was a lot of stuff that I wanted to cover. This chapter is essentially bridging the gap between the start of school and the move; I imagine next chapter will be the Byers finally moving away to their home. I'm looking forward to writing that chapter! Hopefully you guys are, too. Enjoy :)

Jane Eleanor Wheeler: Thanks! I hope you like this one, too :)

Shrike176: Thank you! I do plan on touching on Mike's self-confidence issues in the near future. Probably soon after I get the move out of the way. Things might also start to heat up at school... you will have to see, haha. Although, El's powers are gone, so it would be difficult for her to get back at Troy if he did anything. So many questions!

Guest: I've actually been thinking about the idea of throwing some Hopper into this story... I'm kind of holding off right now because I don't want anything to detract from the things going on in Hawkins, which was always supposed to be the main focus of this fic. However, exploring things in Kamchatka could be fun. I might do it at some point.

Jbg: No worries... ever since I got a little bit worried about my story not getting very much attention, I started looking at my views, and realized that I have over 300 regular readers... so don't worry guys, I got you 3 Don't feel bad about not leaving a review. But it's good to hear that you're liking the story! If you liked the last one, I think that you'll love this one.

Luna0603: The idea of fitting into highschool was always something that I related to. When I got in, I felt like I was being challenged and belonged. I figured the Party would be the same; they're all really smart kids. Interesting ideas about how things with Troy will go over... Mike and the rest of the Party would definitely have a fighting chance against Troy alone, but with his friends it would he harder. I can assure you that the Troy vs Mike conflict will grow in the coming chapters, so be on the lookout for that. I'm glad that you enjoyed how Mike and El are moving up in terms of the physicality of their relationship. Mileven is such a fain pairing to write... I started out this story with the idea of focusing on everyone, but I feel like this has become a Mileven story, haha. Oh well. I don't mind it XD In response to Mike's issues with his body, this will also come into play later. You're right about how sometimes it's never discussed with dudes as much as it is girls; I think both genders are susceptible to it. Enjoy this chapter 3

Andy: Thanks! Glad you liked it. Let me know what you think of this one!

"I just don't get it," Lucas said as he sat down at the lunch table with the rest of the Party. "They haven't even looked in our direction since school started."

The group of teens glanced across the cafeteria to stare at Troy and his goons, who were stationed at a circular table in the far corner of the large room.

"Speak for yourself," Mike muttered. "I have to deal with him running his mouth every day in the changeroom."

"At least so far he's just been all talk," Max replied with a confident grin. "Like I told you guys. All you had to do was stick up for yourself."

Mike shrugged and picked at the food in his thermos. "I don't know. I always feel like him and those four douches are plotting something behind my back. Either that, or they'll only leaving us alone 'cause they're afraid of what El might do to them."

The group snickered. "I mean, it's not like El is even an issue with them, though," Dustin pointed out. "Since her powers, you know…" He trailed off. The subject of El losing her abilities on that day had been an odd subject to talk about in the Party since it happened.

"Mike doesn't need El to fight his battles," Max chipped in. "I've seen Troy try to talk shit to him a few times. He's handling it fine."

Mike eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was far from used to being the recipient of any kind of praise from Max. Lord knew they had never been the perfect example of a mutually respectful friendship; but maybe that was finally starting to change. Which certainly was not a bad thing; it wouldn't be terrible to have some on some level ground with his girlfriend's best friend.

"Thanks, Max," he said, an awkward but appreciative expression on his face. They continued to eat quietly. The second week of high school had just started, and there were still a lot of new things happening. Teachers were giving new information constantly, and it seemed like every day they were just reminded of the fact that they were freshmen; although, they might as well have been aliens on a foreign planet. On top of that, it felt like the older kids were always eyeing them down, as if trying to determine if they were worthy of recognition or something.

It was all very strange.

But all things considered, things were going well. None of them had had any problems with other students, besides Mike with Troy occasionally. But it was like Nancy had said; people all had their own shit to deal with. It didn't seem like anybody was out to get them. At least not yet.

In addition to all the new things that were happening in school, the Byers' move was coming up. Will had been a little bit quieter than normal, but Mike had a feeling that he was the only one that had noticed. Unless El as well, which was somewhat likely. He was aware that the two of them had gotten a lot closer since Joyce took her in. He was happy because of that. El had been a huge source of tension between him and Will, and now, everything seemed to be going fine (even more than fine) now.

Will sat down in his third-period class with an exasperated huff. He crossed his arms and watched as his teacher sorted some papers on his desk as he waited for the rest of the students to file into the room. His gaze fell outside the side window of his classroom, and he watched a bird fly from above and land in a nest. In its home.

Even nature was reminding him of the fact that he was going to be ripped from his home soon.

He thought that he had come to terms with them moving, but as the day fast approached, he found himself resenting things once again. Perhaps he was just moody. Maybe it would pass. Hopefully, it would pass. But right now, it wasn't making focusing on science any easier.

The rest of his afternoon droned on, and two and a half agonizing hours later, he was finding himself walking home. He came through the front door of his house after unlocking it and dropped his bag where he stood in the shoe area. When he got into the living room, he was already collapsing on the sofa.

El looked up from her geography textbook and stared at him from her seat in the kitchen. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," he sighed. "I'm just… tired or something, I guess."

She squinted her eyes at him from across the room. Clearly something was up. But she didn't know if it was a better idea to press the issue, or leave him to himself. Even only after living with him for a few months, she knew better than most people that Will was a very quiet and reserved person, and sometimes it was better to just let him be when he had a problem.

Nonetheless, she felt the urge to intrude. She closed her textbook and walked into the living room and sat on the other chair in the room. "Friends don't lie," she reminded him.

"Yeah, but siblings do," he said, a joking half-smile playing at his lips as he looked at her sideways.

El rolled her eyes but still chuckled. "We're still friends," she pointed out. "We just happen to be… adoptive siblings." It took her a moment to recall the term used to describe her relationship with Will in proper terms.

"Okay, alright," Will relented. "I've just been thinking about the move, lately. It's stressing me out."

El nodded. She immediately was able to relate. For a while, the move had not been on the forefront of her mind; but Joyce had recently started packing things in boxes, and seeing a bunch of items from the house being prepared to go was sort of depressing.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it, too," she agreed. "But a lot more recently."

Will nodded. "I thought that I had come to terms with it, but… I guess not."

They sat in silence for a few seconds before Will spoke again. "It's not like I'm mad at Mom or anything. I understand why we have to do this. But I still don't like it," he said. "I don't like any of this shit. It seems like… ever since all that stuff happened last November, it just… will things ever go back to normal?" he asked her, but at this point, he was more talking to himself. "The whole reason why we're leaving is to get away from all this shit and this stupid town… sometimes I think about what it would have been like if nothing had ever happened."

El had listened carefully to what he had said. "I don't know," she answered honestly. "I don't know what it was like before. I was still in the…"

"I know, I know," Will cut her off hurriedly. The lab was a sensitive subject for her, even now. The Party always tried their hardest to not bring it up in conversation.

"What was it like?" she asked.

Will furrowed his brow. "What?"

"Before I met you guys… what was it like?"

"Oh," he said, surprised. "Um… I don't know. It was just us four, really. We all just hung out, the four of us. Played D and D, did stuff outside, just… random stuff together. It was a lot simpler back then," he answered. "It was fun."

El looked saddened. "Sometimes I think that this was all my fault," she said quietly.

"What?! How?" Will exclaimed.

"I don't know," she answered softly. "I opened the gate, you got stuck in the Upside-Down, and all the other stuff that happened after was because of that…"

"El, you can't do that to yourself. This wasn't your fault, okay? Shit happens all the time, this isn't on you. Everyone else would tell you the same thing. Understand?"

"But-"

"No, stop talking," Will interrupted again. He sat up from where he was sitting and walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "El, all this shit that happened… it's not on you. Okay? You can't beat yourself up over shit like this."

El stared at him, her eyes watering. "O-okay," she finally whispered.

Will nodded. "Maybe talk to Mike or something," he suggested. "If you're stressed about the move, or if… I don't know. Lord knows that always helps," he threw in a joke for good measure. El offered him a smile.

"Okay, maybe I will later," she replied. "I think I'm just going to hang out in my room for a little bit right now."

"Okay, I'll be in the kitchen. Want anything?"

"No, thank you."


Troy took a long drag from his cigarette before passing it over to James. He coughed once into his shoulder, attempting to not look like too much of a wuss in front of his pals. James passed it over to Daniel, but before he put in his mouth, he looked toward Troy.

"So… could you tell us again what happened with that girl who's friends with Mike?"

Troy rolled his eyes. "Look, man, I already told you what happened. James and I were about to smoke the little faggots, but she came out of nowhere and flicked her head, and next thing I know my arm's bent backward. See this?" He straightened his arm out in front of him. "You know how it's only supposed to bend this way?" He moved his forearm up and down. "It went the fucking other way, alright? Never felt more pain in my fucking life. Pass the damn cigarette." He snatched it from Daniel and put it back in his mouth and took a long pull.

"Bone almost poked out of the skin," he muttered under his breath.

The two boys looked at one another. "And… tell us your plan again?"

"Jesus fuck, man," Troy snapped. "Why do I have to repeat everything I say three fucking times?"

Neither of them offered an answer. Troy rolled his eyes. "Okay. We're going to figure out what these guys' routines are. Pay attention to who they're with, what they're doing... we need to be careful. If the girl is still friends with them, she'd probably kill us. We need to know for sure if she's still in the picture or not. If she isn't, then we can catch them. If not, then… well, I guess we'll cross that bridge if we come to it."

"And you're sure she had… powers? Like with her brain and stuff?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah," James replied. "For real, man. I saw it, too." He paused. "Do you think she still has them? The powers and shit?"

Troy shrugged. "Fuck if I know. But if she doesn't, then…" he trailed off, shaking his head.

"Then what?" James asked, an unsure and, perhaps even scared, look on his face.

Troy ran his hands through his untamed hair. "Then, fuck, man… I don't even know what I'd do to her. I'd… I'd fuck her up."

"What?" Ron exclaimed, shocked. "Dude, she's a girl."

"I don't give a shit," he spat, ashing his cigarette on the tree they were standing under. "I couldn't move my arm for months. I don't care what's between her legs. All I care about is the whipping back of my hand across her face. She has to pay."


It was a quarter after six in the evening, and Mike was still furiously writing out notes from his math textbook into his binder. The first week had clearly not been a true representation of what the high school experience was. After his first day, he had a boatload of math homework to take care of, as well as some English homework. He had been working on math since he had gotten home a little bit after three o'clock, and it had been almost three hours since he had started.

His mom would be calling him down for dinner pretty soon though, so at least he would get a break. He let out a frustrated groan as the graphite on the pencil that he was using broke. He paused his work to evaluate what he had already written on his page.

The teacher, whose name he had already forgotten, had assigned half a chapter of them to read for tomorrow's lesson. However, Mike being Mike, simply reading through it wasn't enough. If he was going to ace this course, like he wanted to do with all the courses he would take in school, he would have to go above and beyond what was expected of him. So for that reason, he had been working on math for longer then he was willing to bet most of the other students had.

Oh, well. That was fine. At least it was giving him something to keep his mind off of the certain event that was drawing nearer and nearer with each passing day. The event that he never wanted to think about. But he did, somehow. All the time.

The move.

As if on queue, the Supercom beside him buzzed to life. "Mike? Do you copy?"

He picked it up in a flash and extended the antenna. "I copy. Hi, El," he replied.

Mike heard her sigh happily. "Hi," she greeted. "Are you busy?"

Mike glanced at his messy notes and decided that his hard work was deserving of a break. "No, I'm just taking a break from some of my homework," he stated, moving toward his bed to lie down on it, as he usually did when he talked with his girlfriend.

"Do you have a lot of homework?" she asked.

Mike nodded. "Yeah. Last week was really light. I guess they were still getting us into the groove of things. My math and English teachers slammed me today."

"Oh," he answered, a hint of sadness in her voice, which Mike immediately detected.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, I just… do you have time to talk?"

"Yeah, of course," Mike replied eagerly, shifting himself up into a sitting position on his bed. "Screw the homework. You're more important."

"Are you sure? I don't-"

"Yes, I'm sure. Just tell me what you're thinking about," he said.

El exhaled. "I've been thinking about… moving. Again."

"What about it?" he asked.

"I don't know," she sighed. "Everything. Going into a new house. New town. New people. Then I'll have to start going to school. And you won't be there, or Max. Or Dustin or Lucas." She sniffed. "I'm just scared, Mike. I don't know what's going to happen." Before she knew it, a tear was sliding down the side of her face.

"Hey, shh, don't worry about that stuff, okay?" Mike consoled immediately, his voice soft. "You told me already that you're not mad at Joyce anymore, right? She'll help you with everything. And so will Will and Jonathan. It sucks that we won't get to see one another all the time but… we can get through it. Right?"

"I guess…" El mumbled quietly, still trying to suppress her cries, not wanting to attract the attention of anyone else in the house.

"No, El, you need to understand. Okay? Look at what we've been through together. Look at all the things that have happened to us since we met, and we're still together. Right?"

El smiled, wiping her eyes. "Right."

"El, it's just that… when I'm with you, or when I even just think about you, I get this feeling. Even when we had that fight, even when we were broken up, I always know that… that no matter what happened, we would make it through. I know that we can handle anything. You make me stronger. You make me want to get through all those problems, no matter what. And, I swear to God, It's going to take more than a long drive to get in between us. I won't let it. We won't let it."

Oh, my God. El was speechless. Her heart had been touched. She had never heard anything more meaningful or beautiful ever come out Mike's mouth since she met him. After hours of incessant making out in her room, or watching movies together, or just hanging out, he had never said anything so raw.

So loving.

"Sorry, that probably sounded really stupid," Mike sighed. "I-"

"No!" El almost yelled into the microphone. "No, that's not it, I… I just don't know what to

say, Mike. That was…" she felt another tear coming down, but not out of sadness. "I've never heard you say anything like that, I-" I love you. "Thank you. I get that feeling, too. I know we can get through anything. It will be hard, but… I know we'll be okay."

"I know," he answered. "We still have a few more weeks. We can make the most of our time."

El looked over at her clock. Only a few minutes had passed since she called him. "How much work do you have left?"

Mike flipped through his textbook. "Um… maybe another half hour or so. But I also have English work, and then I gotta do some chores for Mom later. Why?"

She bit her bottom lip. "I… really want to be with you right now, Mike."

The wheels in his head started turning. "Um… would it be alright if I came later? But like, later, later? I could sneak out after dark. Like we did in the summer a few times? Is that okay?"

Breaking the rules? Her heart was already thumping from the little adrenaline rush that she would always get when they did something like this. "Yes," she answered. "If we stay quiet."

"Okay, then," he said resolutely. "I'll probably come at like, eleven o'clock."

"Yes," she agreed. "See you at eleven o'clock."

"See you soon, El."

"Bye, Mike."

The reason why El had wanted Mike to come was to be with him, of course. She hadn't lied about that. Right now, all she wanted was to curl up with him under the sheets and just listen to him breathe as he hugged her from behind. She'd be able to smell him, feel him, see him… that was all she wanted.

However, if things were to take a more physical turn, she was ready.

El had spoken to Joyce earlier that week about getting a razor to shave, and Joyce hadn't batted an eye. It wasn't like having a razor to properly groom yourself was anything weird. Especially as a woman, because it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that women with hairy legs weren't the most appealing thing in the world, and she knew that.

But El had been sure to keep herself tidy in between her legs, too. Of course, she hadn't told Joyce about that. But once she understood how to do her legs, the skills were pretty much transferable to other places on her body.

And when she had finished, everything was so smooth and soft looking, and she had to admit, even to herself; she looked pretty damn good, and it made her confidence soar. Max had been right. And after dinner, she had had a quick shower just to ensure that she was clean and smelled good, so she was all set for when Mike finally came.

Now all she had to do was wait.


Mike vividly recalled the last time he and El had hung out, she had ended up giving him head, which he had not prepared for in the slightest. Even though it had been the most blissful and heavenly experience of his life, he felt as though he could have done more to be ready for the experience.

That was why he found himself using a pair of scissors to cut the ends of his pubes off.

He was fourteen; he had started getting hair down there last year, and because he was never sexually active, he never had reason to do anything about it. But now, because of the fact that he and El were moving forward with things physically, he had figured it was probably a good idea to start taking care of himself more.

He didn't own a razor, and he didn't want to ask his Dad how to use his razor to shave for two reasons; one, the idea of spending more time with his Dad than was necessary was extremely off-putting; and two, if he asked, they would know something was up because he wasn't growing facial hair yet, and what the hell sort of dude shaves their arms or legs?

Thus, it seemed like using a small pair of scissors, as stupid and weird as it felt, was the best way to make his nether-region look the best that it could. And when his work was done, he thought that it looked a lot better than before. In the back of his head, just out of paranoia, he made a mental note to spray some cologne near his waist. Just to make sure. But he'd do that later.

El was lying in her bed, eyes wide open, at 10:59, when she heard a faint knocking sound at her bedroom window. She whipped her head to the side to see Mike's smiling face staring at her through the glass. She broke into a grin and tiptoed toward him and slid up the window to allow just enough space to him to crawl in.

"Be careful," she whispered.

"I know," he replied, in an equally quiet tone. "Here, I'll close it." Once he stepped in, he turned around and gingerly slid the window back down, leaving it unlocked for when he would leave. As soon as he turned back around, El had wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and was burying her face in his shoulder.

"Thank you for coming," she said, her voice muffled by his shirt.

"You don't have to thank me," he pointed out with a smile. "But you're welcome."

She broke away from him. "Won't you be tired tomorrow? What time do you wake up?"

"Usually around seven-thirty. It's okay. I can be tired for one day," he dismissed. "You're worth it."

El stood on her toes to press a small kiss onto his lips in thanks. "Come here." She pulled him toward her bed and lay down with him, and she lay facing away from him and moved her body as close to his as possible. The comfort of his arms around her torso came a moment after, and she closed her eyes in bliss because she was finally with him. She grabbed one of his hands in hers and exhaled deeply.

"Was it hard sneaking out?" she asked quietly.

"No," he answered. "Everyone's gone to bed. I just sneaked down to the basement and went through the door, no one can hear it open from upstairs."

"That's good," she replied. "Then we can do this more often, then? Before we have to go?"

"I'd like that," he agreed, and squeezed her affectionately.

"It's the beginning of October, right? The first week?" Mike clarified.

"Yeah, sometime that week, Joyce said."

"Mm-hm," Mike hummed in response. "That's okay. I guess we'll just have to make the best of our time together, then," he said. He placed a kiss on the back of El's neck and she shivered, goosebumps going all the way down her back. Something about getting kissed on the neck from behind always drove her crazy. She stretched her arm behind her and her fingers found their home in his hair, and she gently rubbed back and forth, urging him to continue.

"I meant what I said, El," he said softly into her ear. "Earlier."

Mike took a part of her skin into his mouth and sucked it gently, eliciting a pleasureful hum from El. After stroking his tongue a few more times across the skin, El rolled over onto his back in his arms and then they were face to face and she was looking down at him. "I know," she replied. "I did, too."

She wasted no time in moving her head down to meet his lips with hers. They moved together slowly and gently, as El continued to run her fingers back and forth along his head.

Is it going to happen? Maybe. She was prepared for it. She wanted it. And she could tell that Mike wanted to do it too, because not long after they started his hand was tracing a line slowly from the side of her face down to the waist of her pajama bottoms. His fingers brushed over the stripe of exposed skin under the hem of her shirt.

The sensation of skin-on-skin contact brought another wave of chills, and she reached down to remove her top. Mike's hands joined hers and she pulled it over her head with crossed arms, and then grabbed his head in her hands and pulled her back down and they resumed kissing.

With caution, Mike's hands wandered down her body until they reached the top of her loose-fitted, cotton pajamas. He broke away from the kiss and looked into her eyes. "Can I?" he asked quietly.

She nodded breathlessly, her pupils dilated and heart pounding. "Yes."

Mike gulped nervously. If he was honest, he had sort of expected this to happen. And even though he knew he was ready to do this, he was still getting a lot of jitters. "Let me know if something is wrong, or if you don't like something, okay?"

El nodded again, pursing her lips tightly. She angled her hips upward to allow her bottoms to get past her butt as they were pulled down. The bed creaked as she did so. "Be careful," she whispered. "We can't wake anyone up."

"I know," he acknowledged. He pulled her pants the rest of the way down and, for the first time, saw her El fully naked. His heart nearly stopped at the sight.

She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. The skin on her thighs and inner

legs and around her vagina was immaculate; she looked much better than he probably did on the weekend when they last hung out and she gave him a blowjob. Her hair fell beautifully around her exposed shoulders and framed her ample chest. The curves that pronounced her waist and hips were enough to make his mouth hang open in awe. And in the center of it all, her delicate sex lay there, seeming to be waiting for him. He could tell she was already wet; her folds were glistening with her arousal, and it was the sexiest fucking thing he had ever seen.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured. El smiled sheepishly and blushed. Mike didn't wait for her to reply before ripping his shirt off and leaning back into her body and kissing her neck and throat aggressively.

She let a closed-mouth moan, trying to muffle the noise she made. When she felt Mike thrust into her bare pussy with nothing in between except his own pants, she couldn't help but gasp.

"Do you want me too?" he asked, pressing his hips into her again. He kissed her neck while he waited for her to answer.

"Yes," she begged. "Please, Mike, I want you… to eat me out." She remembered the slang term that Max had used during their conversation, but the words felt foreign on her tongue. She hoped that it hadn't sounded weird to him.

Mike turned his attention to her lips when he left her neck. "That was the hottest thing you've ever said," he whispered to her in between kisses. She reciprocated eagerly, using nearly all tongue and nothing else.

He separated from her and lowered his body down to her. Truth be told, he didn't have much of an idea what he was doing, but he decided to go with what his gut told him and he followed his instincts. He wanted to give El the same sort of experience that she had given him. He wasn't going to cut any corners with this.

As he scooted his body down the mattress, he kissed and sucked on her tits. El moaned and rubbed her fingertips through his hair with one hand, and rested her other hand on his shoulder. Mike had learned from past experience that it was a good idea to focus primarily on the nipple because it didn't leave any marks, and it felt the best.

But he'd be damned if El walked away from this without having something to remind her of it. He turned his attention to the inside of her right breast, about an inch away from the nipple and sucked hard.

El grunted and her fist closed onto a tuft of his hair, caught off guard by the assault on her skin. She was familiar with the feeling, though. "Are you going to leave a hickey?" she asked her voice sultry.

"Yes," he growled back. "I want you to remember this."

His words turned her on even more. "Good," she replied, her eyes squeezed shut; the intensity and heat of the situation were too overwhelming for her to even think about opening them. After about thirty seconds, he finally let go and looked at the result, which was a mark that was already turning a deep shade of red. Satisfied with his work, he moved lower, leaving kisses and sucks and even gentle nips on her skin. Down her stomach, then past her belly button, then below her waist. When he got below her waistline, El flinched.

"Mike, please," she asked. He smirked; his intention had been to tease her; to wind her up like a clock so when he finally got to his target, it would be the best kind of release for her possible.

"Mm-hm," he hummed dismissively. He crawled backward until he was practically face-to-face with her beautiful pussy. He was pretty sure he had never been so hard in his life; his dick almost hurt from being trapped in his pants. But instead of finally making contact with her beautiful center, he started kissing the insides of her thighs, and the around the sides of her center.

El knew what he was doing, and she hated and loved him for it. She felt like she was going to explode with anticipation and impatience. In an effort to finally get some contact she bucked her hips upward but he moved backward in response. "Mike," she whined. "Ple-"

Her voice was cut off when she felt his warm tongue stroke all the away across her slit, from the very bottom all the way to her clit, and then past it where he pressed a long, wet kiss on her pubis. Caught off guard by the action, she gasped loudly and her body jolted.

Mike shot upward away from her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded rapidly and put her hand on the top of his head and gently pressed it down. "Yes," she whispered urgently. "Just keep going."

Without a response, he resumed what he was doing and lowered his face back into her. He kissed her right in the middle of her pussy, and she let out another content hum. He alternated between pecks and sucks and licks all around her, all while listening to the sounds she was making, trying to gauge what was good and what was not. But he had a nagging feeling in the back of his head that told him he could be doing more.

The feeling of having his mouth and face buried into her cunt was like having his face buried in heaven; she smelled so good, and it felt so nice on his face; it was so warm and wet. He longed for a chance in the future to be able to finally have sex with her, when he could finally bury his entire dick into her. It was like her pussy was a flower that opened for him, and he loved it.

But he wanted to give her more. Hesitantly, he brought one of his hands down from where it was resting on her stomach toward her vagina. He brushed along it beside his mouth, looking for her opening. When his index finger felt the dip, he gently started to ease it inside.

El grunted loudly and grabbed Mike's other hand in hers and squeezed it hard, but didn't say anything. He took this is a good sign and pressed it in deeper, and he heard her take a sharp intake of breath and held it. He kept going slowly, all while maintaining the pace of his tongue in between her folds. When his finger was fully hilted into her, she let go of her breath and moaned softly, still trying to hold back so as to not wake anyone else in the house.

"Do you like that?" he asked, his voice teasing. It felt dirty for him to be talking during this, but he liked it.

"Yes," she moaned. "Move it. Please." Mike obeyed, and started to slowly pump his index finger in and out of her, keeping a steady pace. He moved higher up with his mouth and sucked, and felt a small nub in between his lips.

"Nhh!" El jumped and her lips parted in a silent scream, completely overwhelmed by the sensation that was flying through her entire body. She shot her hips upward to grind against Mike's face, and he gripped one of her thighs tighter and pressed it into the mattress, holding her down.

The clitoris. That's what he had found. Mike smiled to himself. From word of mouth in change rooms and such, he had already had a basic idea of what it was. He knew that it was a huge source of pleasure for women, and he knew that it was apparently hard to find. And that's all he needed to know.

Not holding back, he sucked on her clit as hard as he could and tongued it, brutally attacking it without no holding back.

El was positive that she had never felt anything so amazing in her entire life. Everything that Mike had done with his fingers and with her tits paled in comparison to having his mouth buried in her. That, combined with his finger that was moving in and out of her was proving to be nearly too much.

But she still wanted more.

"Mike… another. Put one more in." He understood what she meant, and, being caught in the moment, jammed his middle finger in along with his pointer and buried them completely. She was so fucking tight.

"Mmm," El groaned, loving the way his fingers stretched her. It hurt a little bit, yet it felt amazing. She didn't protest when he started moving them.

Mike was still abusing her clit with his mouth when he thought he'd try something. He shoved his fingers in as deep as he could, and curled them upward inside her and rubbed his fingertips along her walls, back and forth rapidly.

"Oh, fuck!" she said, not even in a whisper. She caught herself and brought the hand that was currently resting on Mike's head over her mouth, muffling the sound of her increasingly loud vocalizations. She squeezed his hand even harder, to the point where she was concerned that she might have been hurting him, but she was too overwhelmed to even stop. "Mike, I'm- I'm going to- oh, ah- cum!"

She had never said the word before, but she had heard and read it enough to know what it meant. Saying it made her feel naughty. Her body shook, and shocks of euphoria flashed through her body like lightning. It took all of her willpower not to cry out. Her entire body shook for what felt like a minute before the orgasm started to settle. As the waves of pleasure started to die down, she reached down and grabbed Mike's face and pulled it toward her own, kissing him with animal-like aggression. She could feel the wetness from her core on his lips and face as he kissed her back. It was so sexy.

While she was kissing, she opened her eyes and looked at the clock and saw that only twenty minutes had passed. There's enough time.

She rolled over so that he was on top of him and quickly yanked his pants down. He was in his pajamas still, so he wasn't wearing any underwear. She was pleasantly surprised when she wrapped her small fingers around the base of his length, she barely felt any hair around it. He had obviously done the same thing she had done in regard to preparation for this night.

El moved down the bed and kneeled between his legs. Without a word, she bent down and immediately took him into her mouth, going as far as she could without feeling uncomfortable. Something about him being more shaven made him appear bigger, and it made her drenched pussy even wetter. She dared to go a little farther down, and she heard Mike grunt as she swirled her tongue around his swollen tip. With as much suction as she could give, she pulled back painfully slowly and released his rock hard dick with a wet pop.

Wanting to give him even more, she bent farther down and gave him a long stroke of her tongue across his balls, still jerking him off. "Fuck, El," he murmured. "That feels so good…"

She took one of his balls and gently sucked on it, being careful to not do it too hard; she was aware that a man's testicles were incredibly sensitive. After a couple of moments, she turned her attention back to his cock. She dragged the tip of her tongue from the base all the way to the tip. She kissed it and then let her lips mold over it, sucking hard, tickling it with her tongue. Then she moved her mouth down and allowed his dick all the way in until she felt her gag reflex stop her.

"Are you okay?" Mike asked when she let out a small cough.

She cleared her throat. "Yeah, sorry," she said, sort of embarrassed.

"We can stop if you-"

"No," she cut him off. Her hand came out from beside her and pushed him away, planting

her palm on his chest. "I'll just need more practice before I can deepthroat you," she added teasingly. Her voice was dripping with lust, and she smirked as she started to jack him off again.

"You want to do this more?"

"Mm-hm," she replied, adjusting herself so that her legs were more spread apart. She made a point to make sure her exposed pussy was as visible as possible to him, and straightened her back to puff out her boobs. Her mind was clouded with hormones, and, to be frank, horniness. "I love sucking your dick, Mike."

Her words weren't filtered at all; if she hadn't had the most earth-shattering orgasm only a couple minutes prior, she would have been worried about embarrassing herself or sounding weird to Mike. But she was feeling wild.

Mike's heart leaped. Was El… dirty-talking him? "Good," he heard himself saying. "'Cause I love eating you out, too. Your pussy tastes so good."

El's core throbbed. "I want to do everything with you," she said, her voice dripping with lust. "One day." She punctuated her statement by lowering herself back down and letting his penis back into her tiny mouth. Her jaw was getting sore but she didn't care. No teeth, Max's voice echoed in her mind.

The pace of her bobs quickened, and she found herself going up and down on his dick as fast as she could, determined to make him finish. This time she wanted him to cum in her mouth.

"Fuck, El, I'm- almost there, keep going," he gasped. He looked down at her, and saw her exquisite body bent over, frenetically bouncing her head up and down with her perfect lips squeezed tightly around his member, sighing and moaning as she did so. With each oscillation of her body, her tits swayed a little bit, her engorged nipples clearly visible, as well as the dark bruise he had left from earlier.

That was enough for him.

"Ah, shit! El!" his dick throbbed and then he was ejaculating. He was caught off guard when El kept her mouth on his penis as he shot his load.

The abruptness of it was the most startling part. She felt a rope of semen shoot out of his

dick; she could feel it pulsing between her lips as it happened. It hit the back of her throat, followed by another, and another smaller one that didn't quite reach as far and only managed to get onto her tongue. It was sticky and tasted weird and sort of salty, and the texture was incredibly strange.

But it definitely wasn't bad.

In fact, she liked it. The feeling of it was 'meh,' but knowing that she had made Mike reach his climax, and it had happened inside of her was incredibly hot. She eased her mouth off of him, leaving no trace of cum behind. She swallowed it.

"Holy fuck," Mike whispered. "El, that was… holy fuck," he repeated.

She smiled. "Did you like it?"

"I fucking loved it. I love y- it was the best fucking thing I've ever felt."

El, for the moment, ignored the fact that he had, yet again, dodged telling her that he loved her. "I loved it too. What you did. Me too." She looked down at herself, suddenly feeling timid now that he had finished.

"El?"

She looked up at him shyly, her face red. "Yes?"

He took a deep breath. "Sometimes I think I don't say it enough, but," he sighed. "You really are the most beautiful person in the world. I… I'm so fucking lucky to have you. You're so perfect, you're so selfless and kind and smart and I don't… I don't know what I did to have you." He paused and looked at her directly in her eyes, and she suddenly felt open and vulnerable to him. "You're the greatest thing to ever happen to me."

El felt her throat tighten and her heart jumped. Her eyes felt watery. "Mike," she said breathlessly. "You're… you're the greatest that's ever happened to me, too." She lunged forward and wrapped him into a hug tight, feeling their warm chests press together, running her fingers along his back.

The hug was amazing, both of them breathing in the scent of the other while they bathed in the afterglow of each other's orgasms. It was blissful; but she couldn't ignore the fact that the sound of Mike almost saying "I love you" was still echoing in her head.

Okay, guys! That's it for this one. I hoped you all enjoyed it. I really went all out with the smut in the end... hope it wasn't too much. I don't feel like anything was too extreme; I lost my virginity at the same age, and the same goes with most of the people I'm friends with. It was fun to write, haha. Take care, guys :)

PS. What would you guys think if I started adding some Hopper into this story? I've been thinking about it and I think that it would be pretty fun to look into things with that part of the story... let me know what you think in the reviews!