A/N: Thanks for the wait everyone (although you guys are spoiled - i update ALOT compared to your average fic writer XD). I am literally on vacation at the moment until like next week. so don't expect another chapter for like at least another week. the more reviews i get the more it motivates me though hint hint (for example, i got a new review today and it motivated me to post this new chapter so...yall know what to do).
Anyway people have been requesting this for quite a while - Mike and El's first meeting. I didn't go into excruciating detail because honestly I don't do "build-up to romance" that well; I'm much better at writing established romance. In any case, this chapter DOES have Mike and El's first meeting. It's also a little different from previous chapters in that its not focused on 1 scene, it's sort of a montage of the early days when Mike first started tutoring El (and introducing her to sex and sexuality). There's still smut though, so don't you worry.
I have this in my head for the backstories when I write, but fyi, El's backstory is that Brenner is her biological, abusive father (not sexual abuse though because I really don't even wanna touch on that in a story like this), who did a familial kidnapping of El and took her away from Terry. He neglected El while she was living with him, and El's kidnapping devastated Terry so much it made her catatonic (like on the show). Around the time El was 12 or so (like on the show), social services finally rescued El from Brenner, who killed himself to avoid going to jail. Terry's will stipulated that if El was ever found, to have El be sent to the Catholic boarding school where she would meet Mike (and Terry's family was well off enough to be able to afford sending El to the school, but thats all they can really afford to do - send her to the school. all of the extras El has to manage for herself, which makes her quite poor compared to the privileged students that go there). And even though El got taken away from Brenner at 12, she is 16 when she enters the school and meets Mike. First they sent El to Terry but saw that Terry was catatonic, so then El spent some time being passed around in foster care (and not getting an education through all the chaos either) until all the paperwork for the boarding school was finally processed, when she turned 16. So this is El's first time at a real school.
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"Ah, this must be our new student."
El shuffled nervously on her feet. The principal had plopped her right in front of the entire physics class and then left, and now the nice teacher with the funny-looking mustache was making her introduce herself to everyone.
"Class, please welcome, the latest passenger to join us on our curiosity voyage, El Ives!" The teacher, Mr. Clarke he had said his name was, made a waving motion and looked at the class expectantly. "Everyone?"
"Hi, El," the class muttered unenthusiastically. It made El feel even more embarrassed and shy.
"Hi." She returned, barely audible, and attempted to make a beeline for the empty seat next to a tall, dark-haired boy.
"Now hold on there," Mr. Clarke said, stopping El in her tracks. "You're not getting away that easily. Now El here has been uh," Mr. Clarke looked down at some papers the principal had given him, checking her records, " – homeschooled – "
El knew it was just a polite way of referring to what had happened to her. Papa had not put her in school or made any attempts to educate her at all. All that El knew she had gleaned from television and books, the ones Papa had allowed and the ones she had snuck in herself. She had memorized an entire dictionary and thesaurus on her own, and something called the 1977 almanac, which was full of all kinds of information.
At first the Catholic school had been reluctant to take El in at all, since she had no formal education, but Terry Ives' family had been old money and well-connected, and her mother's will stipulated very clearly that should El ever be found and if Terry could no longer care for her, that El be sent to her mother's old boarding school. And besides which, El had passed all the necessary entrance exams with flying colors. She may not be book smart like everyone else here, but El wasn't stupid.
" – so she'll need a tutor to help catch her all up," Mr. Clarke continued, "Any volunteers?"
Immediately, a few hands shot up. All boys, El noticed, her face flushing with embarrassment. She quickly scanned the faces. There was a redheaded boy, a sandy-haired boy, a blonde boy and – the dark-haired boy that was sitting beside El's empty seat. He was looking at her with such intensity that it made El feel like she was naked. She quickly averted her gaze, feeling her face flame up some more, and cast her eyes downward shyly at her scuffed, secondhand Mary Jane shoes.
"Wow, and I didn't even get to the offer of extra credit! Um, how about…" Mr. Clarke's eyes had settled on the blonde-haired boy, "I think I saw your hand go up first Jake – "
"I'd love to help tutor El, Mr. Clarke," the dark-haired boy interrupted. "I tutored Cathy, Jennifer, and Stacey before and they all did really well so, I've got some tutoring experience under my belt."
Mr. Clarke contemplated the dark-haired boy for a moment and then nodded. The decision on who would be El's tutor for the year had been decided. "That's right, you did tutor them, Mike. And you did an excellent job, too. The girls were very happy, if I recall. Alright that settles it. El, I'll introduce you two formally after class so you can both get to know each other better, what do you say?"
El nodded shyly, "Sure, Mr. Clarke."
/ / /
After the bell had rung and everyone had emptied out of the classroom, Mr. Clarke pulled El and the dark-haired boy – Mike – aside for formal introductions.
"El, I'd like you to meet your tutor for the academic year. This is Michael Wheeler, one of our top students."
Mike smiled congenially at her, extending his hand. "You can just call me Mike. Happy to meet you, El. Can't wait to work with you this year."
"Nice to meet you too, Mike. Thank you for volunteering to help me catch up." El took his outstretched hand in a friendly handshake, though it seemed to her that Mike held onto her a little longer than he should have, and was rubbing his thumb back and forth across her skin. El nearly yanked her hand back on instinct, but immediately felt embarrassed for having done so. Mike didn't look offended or embarrassed, though. In fact, he was looking at her with his lips curled in an amused smile. El didn't know what was so funny.
"You're very lucky to get Mike, El." Mr. Clarke was saying, "He's tutored many of our students before, and they've all been very satisfied. I figured given the circumstances, you're probably going to need someone experienced, like Mike.
There was that amused look on his face again.
Mr. Clarke pushed some of notes and books into a leather briefcase, then started to head for the door. "Well, I'll let you too get to know each other. You're going to be working very closely this year, I expect."
/ / /
"Oh…ah…ah…Mike!"
Mike's face was buried in her slick pussy, his hands braced against both of her inner thighs, spreading them wider than El thought they could go.
He had been tutoring her for a week.
"Je pense que tu es très gentil." It had started during their very first tutoring session.
"I think you are very nice," El had translated.
It turns out, Mike wasn't just her physics tutor. He was her designated school tutor – tutoring her in all of her subjects. Mr. Clarke hadn't been lying when he said Mike was one of their best students. Although he was the same age as El, he had been skipped one year ahead, so he had already taken most of El's classes, including French.
"La fleur est jolie."
"The flower is pretty."
"Good! Good job, El." Mike scooted closer to her. "Je pense que tu es très jolie."
He wasn't looking at the textbook anymore. He was staring her with that same gaze the first day in Mr. Clarke's classroom, the one that made her feel like she was naked.
"I think…I think you're very pretty…" El translated. That sentence wasn't in the textbook.
"Puis-je t'embrasser?"
"Can I…" El hesitated. "Can I kiss you?" That sentence definitely wasn't in the textbook. Mike's face was mere inches from her own, looking at her intently. "Mike…you're not following from the book…"
"Have you ever been kissed, El?" He asked, ignoring her previous remark.
"Yes." El had been kissed. She remembered when she was very, very young, Mama had kissed and hugged her lots.
Mike chuckled. "Have you ever been kissed on the lips?"
"I don't see what this has to do with French, Mike," El said, scooting away. Was this how tutoring was supposed to go? She didn't know, because she'd never been tutored before, but she didn't think it was how it was supposed to go.
"Oh man, it's got everything to do with French, El." A mischievous grin came over his face. "You know what a French kiss is?"
"N-No…"
"Close your eyes and I'll show you."
"But…" El chewed on her lip, looking doubtful. "Is this going to be on the exam?"
He snickered again. "You know, French class isn't just about learning the language. You can't learn a language without learning about the culture. You don't want to be ignorant, do you? You want to be good at French, right?"
El nodded reluctantly. It sounded like he had a good point. "Right."
"So let me show you what a French kiss is." He sounded so sure and so smart. "Now close your eyes."
El did as she was told. Obediently, she closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know what for. It was just Mike tutoring her in French class.
He pressed his lips against hers, pushing against her insistently. It was like on TV shows, when the actors and actresses kissed. How was this French?
And then she felt it. Something wet and soft brushing at her lips, trying to part them. His tongue.
Some part of her thought she should feel disgusted at what he was trying to do. His tongue, all slimey against her mouth. Except that it didn't feel slimey or disgusting at all. An aching heat started to pool somewhere deep down in her belly, she became keenly aware of his hands gripping her hips, sliding her closer to him, how tight and hard his grip was on her soft flesh – oh, her lips parted without conscious thought, and then he was in, his tongue sliding against hers, he tasted like cinnamon and honey, and as he plunged deeper into her mouth El parted her lips for him wider, her body instinctively taking him in as far as he could go, his hands on her hips traveling up and up and up, the tips of his fingers brushing against the underside of her breasts –
And then his mouth was gone, and so were his hands, and Mike had the textbook in front of him again, completely casual as if he had just made her recite the numbers up to 10 in French instead of just having his tongue down her throat.
El was just sitting there, dumbfounded, panting heavily. Her lips were still parted and they felt bruised and tingly from his kisses. When Mike noticed her state he stifled another laugh.
"You okay there, El?" He looked over at her through dark, curly hair that had fallen into his eyes. "Looks like you enjoyed that lesson, huh?"
/ / /
From then on, they spent about half of their time in French lessons practicing French kissing. El would later find out that what they were actually doing was called making-out, and it hadn't been on the French exam at all.
But she didn't tell him to stop.
When they French kissed, Mike's hands would go everywhere. To private places that Sister Helen had said no boy should ever see or touch until you were married.
Somehow that just made him touching her in those places feel even better.
El thought she must be some kind of deviant to feel that way, but Mike always made it feel too good that El didn't want him to ever, ever stop touching her.
Sometimes he would put his hands on her breasts. At first he just squeezed them over her shirt, then he put them underneath her shirt and even into her bra, brushing her nipples lightly and El found herself arching into his hands, pushing her breasts into them as that odd, aching feeling at the bottom of her belly intensified more and more.
Once he had unbuttoned her shirt down the middle, slowly and one-by-one, so that El could watch her own full, soft breasts pop out in the open, and he had pushed the cups of her bra down and put his mouth on her nipples, and El could see him sucking at them, making them all wet and puckered, and it was so naughty, and she didn't know why she was doing it but she started to grind her hips against the hard wooden chair she was sitting on, trying to relieve that ache that she felt every single time Mike put his hands on her body.
"El?"
She opened her eyes and he was looking up at her from underneath her cleavage, his cheek resting on her right breast while her left breast was shiny with his saliva and inches away from his mouth that had just been sucking on it.
"Yes?" El breathed.
"Can I French kiss you?"
"Yes," El answered without hesitation, already closing her eyes and puckering her lips for him.
Mike chuckled, she could feel his breath tickling her exposed pink nipples. "No, not up there. I wanna French kiss you down here." He put his hands underneath her skirt and cupped her pussy over her panties.
"D-Down there?" How was that even possible? She'd never seen anyone getting kissed down there before. "W-Why? That's just a place for peeing…"
"Oh my God, you gotta stop being so innocent, it's gonna make me cum right here and now…" Keeping his hand over her pussy, Mike's other hand went to his crotch and fisted the bulge in his pants. "If you let me kiss you there, I can make you feel really good. You've been feeling really good with me, right El?" As if for emphasis, Mike begin stroking a finger up and down her pussy, from the very top at the spot which made her toes curl all the way down to her little opening.
El closed her eyes, already getting lost in the feeling. "Yes, Mike. You make me feel really good. You're the best tutor."
"Yeah….I can tell. You're all wet down here." Without waiting for her response, Mike pushed El's panties down her ankles and threw them over his shoulder. "Let me French kiss you on your pussy, El. Will you?"
El bit her lip, and nodded. "O-Okay, Mike."
He slid her skirt down too, so that she was totally exposed to him. "Oh God…look at your little hairless pussy…it's so pink and wet for me…"
"I like to wax, "El blushed, "It makes me feel lighter down there…"
"Fuck…" Mike let out a groan and then he lost all control, diving into her folds and licking her ravenously, like he was starved for her pussy and only her pussy.
He was right. It was just like a French kiss. Except instead of her mouth, his tongue was going into every part of her pussy, it seemed. He licked her pussy lips up and down and then his tongue found her little nub at the top, flicking and sucking at it until El thought she was going to explode. But then he pulled back at the last second, and replaced his tongue with his thumb, rubbing at her clit while his tongue went back to her pussy lips, and just as he had parted her other lips when he showed her how to French kiss, now he used his tongue to part her pussy lips, pushing his tongue inside her little wet opening.
El nearly screamed. It was so wrong and bad, his tongue was inside her pussy, he was thrusting it in and out while his thumb massaged her clit, and her pussy had gotten so, so wet, and so was his mouth, and El didn't know where he stopped and she started anymore, and when Mike looked up at her as he was kissing her pussy, as his tongue was thrusting inside her pussy lips as far as it could go, El fell over the edge, her pussy twitching and clenching as waves of pleasure rippled outward from her slippery cunt to her entire body, down to her curled toes, she could feel her pussy clenching down on Mike's tongue that he was still thrusting into her over and over again…
"Oh Mike! Mike – my pussy, oh my pussy…Mike!" El didn't know what was happening; she didn't even have the words yet. All she knew was that Mike had made her feel better than she had ever felt in her life, and he had done it by French kissing her pussy.
El's legs went weak and she nearly fell off her chair. Luckily, Mike caught her in time, laughing, and sat her down on the edge of her bed.
Then he French kissed her on the mouth.
El could taste herself all over him. It was so dirty that she could feel the ache returning to her pussy again, even after everything.
When Mike finally pulled away, they were both panting heavily. He was staring at her still-exposed breasts, fisting the bulge in his pants again.
"You wanna French kiss my cock now, El?" Without waiting for her reply, Mike was pulling his cock out of his pants. "It's only fair."
El's eyes widened comically. She had never seen a penis before. It was so much bigger than she thought it'd be. And it was sitting straight up at attention. "I-I don't know…how."
"That's okay," Mike said, guiding her hand over to rest on his cock. "I'm your tutor. I'll show you how."
It felt so odd in her hands. It was hard but somehow also soft, and warm. Without thinking, El started to glide her hands up and down the shaft. It was so smooth, too.
Mike's eyes rolled to the back of his head when she started stroking him. "Oh God, yeah, do that. Jesus you're a natural, El."
He seemed to like it, so she did it a couple more times, stroking him up and down gently, and before long Mike was thrusting his hips upward to meet her hand, thrusting into her fist, a translucent liquid seeping out of the top of his cock that Mike encouraged her to spread all down the rest of his shaft, which made her hand gliding up and down his cock even easier.
"Okay, fuck…." Abruptly, Mike took her hand off his penis. "Gotta stop before I cum. Wanna cum in your mouth."
El frowned, confused at his wording. "You mean, go in my mouth?"
Mike smirked, "No. I mean cum in your mouth, El. It's okay. I'll teach you."
Mike stood up in front of El, so that his cock was directly in front of her face. "Open your mouth wide, El. I'm going to put my cock inside your mouth, okay? And when I do, I want you to just relax your jaw and breathe in through your nose. And make sure not to touch your teeth on my cock. That hurts."
El looked at his cock, then up at Mike, then back at his cock. It looked way too big to go into her mouth but…well, he had made her feel good. It was only fair.
El did as she was told. Mike gently pushed his cock into her wet, warm, virgin mouth. "Oh fuck…yeah…that's it, El. That's a good girl. Relax your jaw a little bit more…there you go…you're gonna take me all the way in, aren't you? Such a good girl."
Mike didn't stop until his balls hit her chin. There was so much of his cock in her mouth, for a minute it felt hard to breathe but then El remembered what Mike had said about breathing through her nose and when she did that, it felt a lot better. It felt funny when Mike was all the way in and his cock brushed the back of her throat, but he didn't stay there for long, pulling back out again and then pushing back in.
"Yeah…" Mike was breathing hard too, looking like he was trying to concentrate on something. In reality, Mike was trying hard not to blow his load right then and there. "When my cock hits the back of your throat, it might feel uncomfortable. Like you want to gag or something. Just keep your jaw relaxed, keep breathing, and try not to gag for as long as you can. But if you need to, just let yourself do it. It won't hurt you. Just gag on my dick, El."
"Mmpphhh," El moaned, nodding as much as she could with his dick down her throat.
"Good girl. You're doing great. Now move your mouth up and down my cock, El. Just like you did with your hand. Glide your mouth up and down my cock, over and over again."
El did as she was told, moving her mouth up and down Mike's hard shaft, taking him to the back of her throat every time. She didn't mind it. She felt his hand come to rest on the back of her head, guiding her movements on his cock. After awhile, with such a large object continuously in her throat, El found herself unable to stop drooling, her saliva was running all down Mike's cock down to his balls, dripping down onto her dorm room floor. Mike seemed to like that, though.
"Fuck yes, drool on my cock, El. Get it all messy…..fuck…." Mike started to move his hips to meet El's lips, thrusting his cock into her mouth every time she bobbed. Before long, El found she could hardly move anymore, Mike's hand gripping her head and keeping it still while he took over, thrusting relentlessly into her mouth, over and over again. It was then that El started to feel that funny feeling in the back of her throat, with Mike's hard cock ramming into it over and over. She took it once, twice, three times before she couldn't anymore, but she was helpless to move, so she just did as Mike said to do, she gagged on his cock as it fucked her mouth. El heard herself make a strangled choking noise muffled by Mike's dick slipping and sliding frenziedly in between her soft lips, and Mike definitely heard, and felt it, too.
"Oh my God, you're gagging on my hard cock…" Mike started slamming into her throat, hard, making her throat constrict around the head of his dick, "Choke on my cock, El, fucking take it, fuck, fuck, fuck…..!"
El felt a rush of warm liquid pour down her throat, and before she could even contemplate what it might be, she instinctively sucked and swallowed it all down, every last drop.
Mike pulled his cock out of her mouth, falling on his knees in front of her, the both of them exhausted.
"Fuck El, you're such a good student," he said, tracing a finger across her swollen bottom lip, still wet with saliva and Mike's cum, "I'm gonna teach you so much this year."
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A/N: Easter egg: that blonde boy Mr. Clarke was almost going to make El's tutor. I couldn't think of a name but I settled on "Jake" after Jacob Sartorious XD
I'm not sure how to reply in the reviews on fanfic so I'll just reply on here to UnoPeso - I know you really want resistant El but in this fic, the essence of mileven's dynamic is dominant mike and submissive el, and imo I think being resistant is actually not very submissive, so i'm afraid i can't write her as resistant as you probably want. perhaps i can write that in a separate smut prompt (resistant el/hate sex) some other time.