hey, everyone!

here's part two of the homecoming dance. this chapter is pretty much only smut (non-mileven), you've been warned.

also, i wrote this particular sex scene a little bit more "fantasy" than my normal ones. it's called fanFICTION for a reason, right?

Homecoming [PART TWO]

When El noticed Jennifer Hayes at the dance, she had a bad feeling about how the night was going to go.

She watched Jennifer saunter over to Mike, who was sitting alone at the table, and instantly start flirting with him. At first, he seemed disinterested. But, as she persisted, El saw Mike's wall of willpower start to crumble.

Her stomach dropped.

Jennifer Hayes was a pretty girl, El couldn't deny, but she wasn't anything special. She's heard plenty of rumors about Jennifer's performance in the sack, which is said to be out of this world, but is that really all guys cared about?

And, more importantly, is it enough for Mike to sleep with her tonight?

The thought shattered El's heart into a million pieces. She'd always been in love with Mike Wheeler, but now that they were spending lots of time together...her had feelings doubled, hell, they'd tripled.

She had to break things off with Mason, she knew that, but it was easier said than done. Mason had ended up being a really great boyfriend and El liked him very much. But, no one could even begin to compare to the way she felt about Mike.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mike rushing towards the back door and her heart sank.

He's really going to go through with it.

"F-Fuck!"

His large hand furiously stroked his length and his balls tightened.

He knew that he had to cum at least once before Jennifer came out, so hard and full that he could easily stay hard for two rounds. It was a blessing and a curse.

"That's it...oh god..."

The white roll between his teeth almost split in half when he came, teeth biting down hard as his release painted the pavement below. His hips were desperately rutting into his hand even after his high, begging for more.

Suddenly, the back door swung open and Jennifer stepped out, looking over at Mike with a smirk. She strode over and reached down, running her fingers through her folds before holding them up for him to see the slick that glistened in the moonlight.

He groaned, feeling his cock jump in anticipation.
"Knees, now."

She dropped down and opened her mouth, eagerly awaiting his length while he flicked his cigarette away.

Mike smirked and began stroking himself again, positioning his tip right in front of her tongue, just out of reach. He heard her whimper, which only egged him on further, squeezing just below the tip until a bead of precum dripped down onto her tastebuds.

Jennifer moaned, hand sliding down to dip beneath her dress, but Mike noticed right away and wrapped his hand around her neck again, bringing her movements to a halt.

"Don't you dare."

She stared straight into his eyes and smirked, reaching down anyways, rubbing circles over her clit.

He immediately stood up and gripped her neck even tighter, bending over to rip the hand away from her folds.
"Disobey me again and I'll leave you out here like this, dripping wet with no one to help you."

"Who's to say I won't have someone to help me? There are other guys in that gym who'd be more than willing to help me out."

He chuckled. "But they'll never satisfy you, right? No one's gonna fuck you like I do, right, Jenni?"

"I-I'm sure t-they'll do a g-good enough j-job."

Mike pulled away completely and wrapped a hand around his cock, jutting his hips out proudly, just to show off in front of her. His head fell back and he groaned, really laying it on thick for Jennifer.

"Mmmmmmmmffuck, so fucking good."

Her mouth watered and she chewed on her lip, feeling the wet patch between her legs grow as she watched Mike's hand bounce up-and-down the cock she so desperately wanted, no, needed.

In a soft voice, she said,
"I'm sorry."

He stopped and glared down at her with a proud grin. "What was that?"

"I...I'm sorry."

His eyebrow raised. "What are you sorry for?"

"F-For teasing you."

Mike chuckled darkly.
"Good girl. But, I'm still going to punish you."
He stepped up to her again, tip rubbing over her lips.
"Open wide."

Jennifer's jaw instantly relaxed and her mouth fell open, to which Mike just smirked. He suddenly pulled her head down while thrusting his hips forward, sheathing his entire length inside her mouth.

She began gagging and Mike held her on him for a moment before letting her pull back, knowing that he was bigger than most. After a mere few seconds, she forced her mouth back onto his length and Mike groaned, throwing his head back.

"Ohhhhhhh..."

Her lips curled up around his cock as she looked up at him, winking before starting to suck. His eyes fluttered shut and his hand wrapped itself tighter in her hair, definitely messing up her fancy updo but it seemed that she didn't really mind.

"Fuck, you're too good at this, Jen."
He moaned, feeling his hips start to buck forward instinctively.

As she re-adjusted more and more to Mike's size, her movements increased in skill and precision, quickly bringing him right up to the edge. His hips were rutting quickly into her now, chasing a release that wasn't far off.

"That's it, take that cock. Fuck!"

Mike had to push her off right before he came, growling as the feeling of orgasm faded. He glared down at her and tugged on her hair.

"Get up and put your hands on the wall, spread your legs."

She did as he commanded, getting into position while Mike stood behind her, jerking off before sliding a condom onto his rock hard length. His logic had been completely clouded by the intense lust and need for release, he didn't even think about what he was doing and what it might mean for his relationship with Eleven.

He lined up and pushed in, cursing as Jennifer's walls stretched out around him. His hips seemed to have a mind of their own, immediately starting to rut into her. She gasped when his hand suddenly snatched her hair again, pulling it and forcing her back to arch.

"M-Mike!"
She gasped, vocabulary suddenly reduced to a series of whimpers and moans.

Her noises only encouraged him, hand pulling harder on her hair while his hips thrusted faster.

"C-Christ, so fucking tight."

Their bodies continued to collide, each powerful thrust forcing her forward and backward along with his motions.

Soon, he felt her start to clench around him, the fact bringing a smirk to Mike's face.
"Are you gonna cum already?"

She nodded, tears swelling in her eyes.
"I-I...I think—AH!"
Suddenly, Mike felt a small stream of liquid hit his cock and he almost came when he realized what it was.

"You...You just fucking squirted."

Her head turned and she looked up at him with blurry eyes. "P-Please..."

Mike was beyond aroused at this point, using every ounce of his willpower not to cum.
"D-Do you think you can do it again? Can you s-squirt again for me?"

Jennifer whimpered, tears starting to pour down her face, smudging her makeup. "M-Make m-me, please M-Mike."

Who could deny a request like that?

He grinned. "I know you can. You're my good little slut, aren't you? Gonna squirt as many times as I want, give me anything I want."

"Y...Y-Yes, Mike, p-please!"

A primal growl tore from his mouth and in an instant, he was fucking her as hard as he possibly could, hand trailing down to rub her clit. As soon as his finger circled her nub, she was coming again with a shriek.

He pulled out at just the right moment, shoving his fingers inside her before a stream of liquid projected out around his fingers, covering his hand and dripping down onto the pavement of the alleyway. Jennifer Hayes was already his best lay to-date, but this put her ahead by a landslide, and Mike wasn't sure anyone could take the title from her. He's only seen squirting on a porno once and he remembers wishing that he'd be able to experience it in real life.
His wish came true tonight, that's for sure.

"H-Holy shit, that was...have you ever squirted before? You didn't do that when we first hooked up, I definitely would've remembered it."

Her voice was breathy. "It's o-only happened o-once, b-but I was using my t-toys."

Mike groaned, pulling his fingers out of her. "I'm gonna get one more out of you, okay? But if you're too sore, tell me and I'll stop."

She was quite surprised at his questioning tone, used to Mike Wheeler just taking it without asking. "T-Take what you need, M-Mike."

He nudged her legs apart once again and, with a firm grip on her hips, sheathed himself inside of her with one swift thrust. Her body tensed up for a moment and she sucked in a breath, indicating that she was indeed a bit sensitive from her orgasms.

"You still good?"

Jennifer nodded, still surprised to see this softer side of Mike Wheeler. "Mmmmhmmm, a-all good."

His hips steadily built up to their original punishing pace, giving Jennifer some extra time to re-adjust. Mike knew that he wasn't going to last very long, especially if he got her to squirt again.

Slap-slap-slap
"F-Fuck, I'm not g-gonna last long."
Slap-slap-slap

Her head fell forward and he felt her legs shaking, trying to continue supporting her weight, but he could tell that it was only a matter of time before she fell over. He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her up a little bit, just enough to take most of the weight off her legs, a move that she was great full for.

"C'mon, cum for me again, Jenni." He whispered in her ear, digging his chin into the meat of her shoulder.

She soon began clenching around him again, noises slowly growing louder with each of Mike's thrusts. Mike gives her everything he's got left, pounding her into a third orgasm rather quickly.

"Oh god, shit!"

As soon as he felt the first burst of liquid from her, he was finished, burying his hips deep inside her while emptying his load into the condom.

"Nnnnnngrrrrrhhhh...fuuuuck."

He kept his hips in place through his entire orgasm, rutting his hips gently. The lustful fog that previously clouded his mind had now cleared, and reality hit him like a freight train.

His stomach dropped and he immediately pulled away, yanking the condom from his softening cock before pulling his pants back up. His head was pounding, or was that the sound of his heartbeat? He didn't even care to think about it, mind consumed with how royally he'd just fucked things up for himself.

Jennifer turned around and looked up at him, cheeks stained with tears.
"What's wrong?"

"I-I fucked up."
Mike's shaky hands reached into his jacket pocket for the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it up.
"We shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry Jennifer."

Before she even had a chance to respond, Mike took off down the alley towards the parking lot, leaving a thin trail of smoke in his path.