hello!

i'm new to the site (writing) and new to writing for mileven (i write other fandoms)...all very exciting stuff! i'm happy to be here.

this is a story i've started over on wattpad (same username as here if you wanna check it out!) and i'm super excited about it, so i figured i'd post it on here too.

*NOTE: this chapter contains smut (non-mileven smut)*

Thinking of You

"Mike, it's about time you showed!"

He took a deep breath and slapped on a fake smile as he approached the group.

"Troy, what's up?"

They shook hands before Troy put a drink' and a cigarette in his hands.

"Come over here and meet Stacy, she's a transfer from Indianapolis."

He took a drag of the cigarette and a swig of beer while Troy guided him into the house, leading him over to the group of girls on the sofa.

"Stacy, this is the guy Mike I was tellin' you about earlier."

A pretty young woman stood up and walked over to them, biting her lip as her eyes traveled up and down Mike's figure.

"Hello Mike, I've heard so many things about you. It's nice to finally put a name to a face."

Mike held the cigarette between his teeth as he shook her hand, eyes naturally falling to her voluptuous breasts, which were sticking out from the top of her shirt. He brought his eyes back up to hers, watching her cheeks turn pink.

"Nice to meet you, Stacy."

They talked for a little while before Mike excused himself, citing a need for fresh air, which wasn't technically a lie, more of a convenience thing.

He stepped out back and sat down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray next to him before lighting another one, taking a long drag. He looked up at the smoke as it disappeared into the night and noticed the full moon hanging above.

Mike never figured out where she went, if she'd ever gotten out of that horrible place all those years ago. She saved him and his (former) friends' lives, and he never even got to thank her for it.

Sometimes he swears he sees her, walking down the street as he's riding by on his new Harley, a gift from his parents after his manual bike finally gave up.

But it couldn't possibly be her, right? She was gone.

He hadn't stopped thinking about her, even all these years later, she still crossed his mind every single day. After middle school was over, Mike had broken off from the original party and joined in with Troy's group because he couldn't face his friends anymore.

They reminded him of her, and that was too much for him.

Since then, he'd surrounded himself with booze, cigarettes, marijuana, and girls, all in an attempt to distract himself from the loss of his first crush.

His first love.

Sure, it was nice to have attention from girls, but they all left him with the same hole in his chest that had been there since he watched Eleven get pulled into the Upside Down. He thought that it'd be enough, the booze and the girls, but it wasn't.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the glass door sliding open and when he turned around, he was greeted by the sight of Stacy, rubbing her arms as she walked up to him.

"I thought you'd abandoned me."

She chuckled, sitting down on the chair next to him.

"How can you be out here? It's freezing!"

He took a final drag and crushed the butt out in the plastic ashtray, turning to look at her.

"Eh, it's not too bad with my jacket on."

Stacy was shivering now and Mike suggested that they go back inside, his fresh air excuse no longer valid. She followed him as he dodged and weaved his way through the crowded house, taking a seat in the formal living room, somewhat separated from the rest of the party.

"You really don't like parties, do you?"

Mike looked over at her and smiled, chuckling breathily. "No, not these sorts of things. I prefer more...private settings, you know?"

She shuddered, picking up on the subtle meaning of Mike's words.

"I like private, too."

He almost rolled his eyes at her lame attempt to flirt back.

"Well,"

He looked around at the vacant room.

"This place seems pretty private..."

Stacy reached over and planted her lips on Mike's, slowly moving them against his. He didn't necessarily want to sleep with Stacy, but it'd been a few weeks since he's had a decent fuck and at this point, it didn't really matter who it was.

He wished it was Eleven, though.

She swung her leg over his lap and began grinding across him, which made his cock twitch to life beneath his jeans. He groaned while his hands trailed up and down her curves.

What would Eleven's curves feel like?

The thought crossed his mind and he quickly discarded it, not allowing himself to think like that...anymore.

After a few minutes of intense making out, Stacy crawled to the floor and sat on her knees, nimble fingers working to undo his pants. He twitched at each small brush of her fingers before she finally freed him from the constraining fabric and wrapped a hand around his thick base.

He grunted softly as she moved her hand up and down his length, noticing the way her hand looked so small around him.

What would Eleven's hand look like wrapped around his cock?

"Fuck." He growled, and Stacy smirked, thinking that her motions were the cause.

They weren't, but he went along with it, looking down and returning her smirk with one of his own.

"Suck it, Stacy."

Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and she gently sucked on it, making his hips rut up involuntarily. She felt good around him, they all did, but there was always this part of him that wondered if Eleven would've felt better.

She began bobbing up and down now, mouth making it about halfway down before she started choking. He was overwhelmingly unimpressed.

Sure, Mike was big, but not that big. And yet, no girl had been able to take all of him in their mouth.

Eleven probably could.

"Stop that." He mumbled to himself, forcing himself to watch Stacy's movements.

She sucked him off for a minute or so before standing back up and pulling her daisy dukes down to expose a bright pink thong stretched across her hips.

"How do you want me, Mike?"

He huffed and looked to the side. "On all fours, hands on the armrest."

Stacy shed herself of all clothes before getting into position. Meanwhile, Mike was stroking himself lazily, trying to keep his cock interested even though the rest of him really wasn't. He didn't want to get any sort of performance-related reputations.

She spread her legs wide, allowing Mike to get a quick glimpse of her glistening pink folds as he rolled the condom down his length and lined himself up behind her. He pushed his hips forward and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling her stretch out around him.

He didn't wait long before beginning his rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, feeling her walls grip him tightly.

"Oh Mike,"

Her back arched and her head fell forward.

"You're so big!"

Mike grunted in response, not really wanting to respond, simply speeding his hips up a little bit. He just wanted this to be over so he could go home and watch some TV or something. Anything to get his mind off of Eleven.

Luckily for him, his sheer size was enough to make her cum rather quickly, crying out as she spilled her release all over his condom-covered length.

He came soon after, pushing his hips forward and sighing as he emptied into the condom.

Both of them remained still for a moment before Mike pulled out and got dressed, tying and throwing away the condom as he started making his way towards the door. He was stopped by Stacy's voice coming from the couch.

"So...can I call you sometime?"

Mike looked her dead in the eye and stuck a fresh cigarette between his teeth.

"No."

And with that, he walked out of the room and out of the house, climbing onto his bike before pulling out onto the moonlit road.