I Feel like I have to clarify a lot of things before I continue on with this story. I asked you guys what rating you'd rather prefer, T or M and the majority said M. I'm down for whatever so it doesn't matter to me, but like, 85 - 90% said M, and that's enough for me. To the people who didn't wan't the rating to be changed and will quit reading now because it has been, I'm sorry. It sucks and I wish you guys could still read it but i understand. There was a little part of me wondering how I could keep this story interesting. I mean, I know I could probably think of something but I have so many more options with diverting from the canon. I'm still gonna stay true to the characters but you guys already kinda know what happened over those 6 months, so I think it'd be more interesting if I put my own spin on it. If you don't like that, that's okay, you don't have to read it anymore and I will completely understand. It's just I have so many days to write and I feel like I'm holding myself back because of canon so its tough bruh. SO this is the chapter where the story officially diverts from the canon, being Mike and El never shared sexual experiences with each other, and I feel like this is something that normal teenagers, that are as in love with each other as they are, would do. I find it hard to believe they never experimented during those 6 months, and yeah I know Hopper was a thing but they could've figured out ways lol. This will not be a smut heavy story, but the smut will be present and will continue to grow as time goes on. So with all that being said, enjoy this chapter :). reviews are appreciated

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JANUARY 23 1985

Mike had been thinking about what he would do when he was in the cabin with El. He thought about what she said last night. She wanted him to make her feel really good; she didn't know what he was trying to do, but she wanted it to happen. Even an oblivious Eleven could tell that something special was going to happen on that bus.

Mike would usually reject doing such a thing and apologize for even thinking about doing what he almost did on that bus, but there was something that kept him from saying no. It could've been his raging hormones; it could've been him thinking with the wrong head, but something had definitely changed. He still couldn't believe he didn't say no to her. Not only did he not say no, he said we'll see.

Mike was faced with a clear dilemma. Show El you love her by sexually satisfying her and ruin her ignorance of sex so they can progress their relationship faster… or … keep things the way they are, don't complicate their young relationship and fill El's mind with dirty things. It felt like he had an angel and demon arguing with each other in his mind.

Time passed quickly as he didn't have time to think about it anymore. He was lying in bed beside El. They were doing their usual cuddling in what felt like the longest five minutes of Mike's life. He didn't know what to say or if he should even say anything. He was scared of saying anything in fear of it leading to a dirty place.

El could see the fear in Mike's eyes as she rubbed his chest and looked into his eyes. She didn't like it because Mike wasn't being himself. She knew something was wrong.

"Mike?" El said in a soft tone.

"Uh. Yes, El?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah…"

El stared him down with a look that said he's lying. Mike could tell that she knew and he let out a depressing sigh.

"Mike, friends don't-"

"Lie. I know. You're right. It's about yesterday," Mike embarrassingly said, not wanting to elaborate further.

"What about yesterday?" El wondered as she sat up and looked at Mike who was still resting his head on one of her pillows.

Mike sighed as he felt that explaining this to her was too hard. Still, he mustered up the courage and took a deep breath before explaining it to her.

"When we were on the bus… and I said I could make you feel really good?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I was wrong for almost doing that…"

Mike sat up to level with her and scratched his head as he kept awkwardly glancing away from her, too afraid to keep eye contact. El raised her brow at how weird he was acting.They twisted their bodies so they were face to face, no longer having to turn their heads to the side to look at each other.

"Why were you wrong?" El asked.

"It's just… not our time yet."

"Not our time?" El said, getting more confused the more he tried to explain.

Mike buried his face into both hands out of embarrassment, struggling to get through a conversation he wanted no part of in the first place.

"Like, remember when I said that there are things that only grown ups should do?"

El nodded her head.

"When I said I could make you feel really good, I was talking about doing something that only grown ups should do."

"Oh!" El replied with wide eyes, finally making progress in actually understanding Mike.

"Yeah," Mike said, sounding awkward as he rapidly nodded his head at her.

"But… if it's something that only grown ups should do, why did you want to do it on the bus?" El asked.

Mike loved El, but he hated how curious she was about everything. He sighed while grabbing her hand for comfort.

"Because… sometimes... people are bad, and… and they lose control. I lost control of my emotions. I was bad."

El was still so confused at why what Mike did was so bad. She needed so many answers.

"But… if it makes me feel really good, how can it be bad for us to do it? Why is it bad… if it makes me happy? Just because we are not grown ups?" El asked a good question.

Mike wanted to pull his hair out. He was only digging a deeper hole that he wouldn't be able to get out of.

"It just is, El. I can't explain it to you."

"Why not?!" El shouted as she started to get annoyed of Mike not explaining it to her.

"Just please get someone else to explain this to you, like Hopper," Mike suggested.

El shook her head at the thought.

"I just want to know!" El raised her voice once more.

Mike put his index finger up to his lips.

"Shhhhh, please don't let Hopper hear this," Mike whispered, afraid of being beaten into next week.

"I want to feel good, Mike!" El whispered aggressively as she crossed her arms together.

All Mike could do was give her a look that said I'm sorry.

Hopper barged into her room without warning. Mike thought this was it, his life was over. He looked at Hopper with a wide open mouth and huge crazy eyes.

I'm dead. I'm fucking dead. So fucking dead.

Hopper switched between looking at Eleven and Mike's faces for the small amount of time he was standing in her room.

"Uh, I'm gonna take a trip into town and get some Ibuprofen. Got a real headache. I'm gonna stop by the store so I don't have to go tomorrow," Hopper explained to El, knowing something wasn't right.

Mike sighed in relief that Hopper wasn't killing him just yet. El had no idea how bad Hopper would hurt Mike if he heard about the conversation they were having, so she remained calm and nodded at Hopper with a smile.

"Okay. I hope you feel better," El said

"Believe me, kiddo, I hope I do as well," Hopper replied with a small grin.

Hopper took a look at Mike whose face still didn't look right.

"Is something wrong?" Hopper asked while staring at Mike.

Mike immediately shook his head no; that only made Hopper more suspicious.

Hopper had been weirded out now. He didn't know if this was some sort of power play by Mike but he was in no mood to even argue.

"Alright… I'll be back in about thirty minutes."

Hopper adjusted the doors position and walked away from the teens. He grabbed his keys and walked out of the cabin as Mike and El heard the cabin door slam shut.

El mischievously grinned at Mike who almost had a heart attack. Mike knew his El only made the grin when she wanted to make out. He returned the favor with a naughty smirk of his own and their lips clashed against one another.

El giggled as Mike would quickly alternate between smooching her lips and kissing the side of her face. She let Mike touch her wherever because it's her Mike. Mike rubbed his hands on her lower back, making El appreciate the warmth of his hands securing her.

"When's the last time you showered?!" El asked with a smile, smelling the sweat on his skin.

"I ran three miles earlier today," Mike quickly explained and attacked her lips.

Of course El wanted to know why he would do such a thing so she broke the kiss and backed her head away from him momentarily.

"I don't know exactly. I just knew that I was starting to become lazy and I had to tell myself to do it. I'm weird," Mike joked, making El laugh.

"No. You are perfect."

El grabbed Mike by his shirt and pulled him into a kiss that she seemed to be more dominant in. Mike had no problem switching between being dominant and submissive to El. That kiss and the couple of smooches that followed it set El off. Like Mike on the bus, she wasn't her usual self.

Mike continued to kiss El while putting both hands on her face. El took her free hands and unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper. The sound of her pants unzipping forced Mike to look down at the area. He almost jumped out of bed because of how freaked out he was.

"EL? What are you doing?!?!?!" Mike shouted as he held his hands up to his forehead, heavily breathing at the sight with wide eyes.

"Con-tin-uing where we were on the bus before Will interrupted.

Mike stared in awe. He could see a small portion of the pink underwear that would usually be hidden.

"NO! This is… not okay!" Mike said in an authoritative tone, trying to act like he didn't want to do it even though he definitely did.

"Miiike?" El said in a light hearted tone, begging him with her eyes.

Those eyes were very tempting. He tried to use whatever logic he could still think of to reject this.

"El, you-you don't understand. These things that make you feel really good, it's different from kissing and cuddling. This is way more serious!" Mike replied.

El caressed his cheek and smiled at him with her white teeth sparkling.

"Then I want it to be with you. I trust you, Mike. Please… continue from yesterday and… what was the next part? Take my pants off?" El said, actually not fully knowing what came next but took a guess based on memory.

Mike gulped as he realized the time was now or never. The ultimate yes or no answer. He always wanted to protect her innocence, be the perfect boyfriend that never over steps boundaries, never pressures her into sex, never teaches her bad things, but now hear he was… being begged by El to make her feel really good.

Mike would have thought about it all day, but he went with his gut.

"N-N-Next I pull down your pants. Here, lie down," Mike said as he patted the bed, signaling her to lie down and get comfortable.

El did as instructed. Mike pulled her pants down but didn't want to take them all the way off as he left them around her ankles. There he saw it, the sight of El in her pink underwear. Hopper definitely did not buy her thongs or bikinis yet, and Mike was okay with that.

Mike moved up to her face to see her eyes as she rested the back of her head on the pillow. He brushed her hair back and smiled as he kissed her lips.

"And the next part, I'm gonna take off your underwear. Is that alright with you?" Mike asked with a calming smile, wanting to make sure she was one hundred percent okay with it or else he wouldn't do it.

"Yes…"

Mike moved down to her crotch area. El had her legs close together so it was easy for him to take them off. It seemed so forbidden, so taboo, to touch her in that area. Mike slowly extended his arms out as he reached for her underwear, It felt like his body was in slow motion as he began to slowly pull down her pink undergarment, not breathing at all while doing it. He had his eyes closed as he pulled it down to where her pants were.

Still having his eyes closed, Mike was thinking that maybe this was a dream and that he would wake up soon. When he couldn't pull her underclothing down any further, he opened his eyes…

He was astonished at the sight. Eleven's exposed vagina.

He dreamed of this moment so many times. He would wake up with morning wood thanks to those naughty dreams, and now it was happening again, only it being real life this time. He looked up at her with his bewildered face puzzling her.

El didn't know what to say. Mike was supposed to lead her through everything. But he was lost and scared while looking at her vagina, so that's why he looked up at El's confused face.

She felt weird. There was something off about it, like how quiet Mike was or how frightened he looked at the sight of her private part. She was starting to get worried that maybe he didn't like it.

"You don't like it? My vagina?" El asked innocently.

Mike did not want her to think that he didn't like it because he most certainly did. He shook his head no really fast while awkwardly chuckling.

"No-no-no-no, I… I do like it. It's… beautiful. Really beautiful," Mike added as he intensely stared at El who instinctively bit her lip because of the look he was giving her.

He looked back down at her vagina, not knowing if he had the strength to continue on with his plan of satisfying her. El was getting impatient though. She wanted to feel really good already.

"What's next, Mike?" El asked, her soft feminine voice being the thing to make Mike's member grow in his pants instead of her vagina.

Mike was flustered as he kept looking up at El's face and down at her vagina. His brain loved her cute face, but his dick had other ideas. Mike built up enough courage to continue on with the act.

"Uh, El. What I'm about to do… might seem weird… and… and if you feel uncomfortable at any point and want to stop, TELL ME, and I will, alright?"

El nodded her head, still curious as to what he was going to do.

"What are you doing?" El wondered.

"I'm gonna... "

Mike held up his index finger to show El.

"I'm gonna stick my finger in your vagina…"

El was obviously weirded out at the idea. Another person's finger going inside of her was obviously unusual, even to El who was completely oblivious about sex could figure that out.

"Oh," El said, sounding unsure.

"We don't have to do this. We can just kiss like we always do," Mike replied.

He was being a good boyfriend. He saw how uncomfortable she looked and gave her a chance to rethink things. Maybe now she would change her mind.

"No. I… want it. Please stick your finger inside me, make me feel really good, Mike," El softy replied as she bit her bottom lip.

Mike paused his entire body for a moment, the words taking forever to process in his brain. He gave her a warm smile, then looked at his index finger.

Mike wasn't sure how fingering worked exactly. He heard about it from kids in school, overhearing that they used their finger on a girl. He didn't really understand their strategy when it comes to fingering, but he knows they definitely did it. Still, it was an entirely new concept to Mike, like learning you can multiply by 0 but can't divide by it.

He was slowly moving his finger towards her hole. He was so nervous and scared, like he was about to stick his finger in a mouse trap.

He finally stuck his finger inside, expecting all hell to break loose. He only had half of his finger in her vagina as he looked up to see her reaction. El's face hadn't really changed; she wasn't showing any major signs of enjoyment or pain. It was more of a blank face than anything else.

"Do you… do you feel it?" Mike nervously asked.

"Um. Kind of. I think?" El said, unsure what exactly she was supposed to feel.

He was so inexperienced with this sort of thing; he put his finger in her like he would when he pointed at someone. He knew he wasn't good at it but he was trying.

He slowly moved his finger in circles around her core. She felt the sensation, but it wasn't really goodpleasure like she was hoping for. It was just sort of there and a little bit uncomfortable at times.

"Still nothing?" Mike said, trying to hide the sadness that he had for not being able to please her.

"I… I don't know."

For the next several minutes, Mike would try different methods, each one ending in the same result as the last, with an indifferent El. He had to be able to do something right one of these times. He got frustrated and ended up pulling his finger out of her. He let out a sigh of disappointment as he looked down at the bed, not wanting to face her in this manner. He failed her; she deserved better.

"Mike?" El said with a concerned tone.

"I tried, El. It's just… I'm not good at this."

"It's okay. You can keep trying."

"I don't know if that's a good idea…"

"Please keep trying. I want to know how good I will feel from this."

Mike sighed again, then nodded his head at her request. He decided to think outside the box. He put his finger inside of her again, this time turning his finger over so it was opposite of pointing at someone.

Still, for a good minute, he would be moving his arm instead of just his finger, almost making it seem like he was poking her core. He decided to say screw it and stopped using his arm. He started moving his finger in a motion that was like signaling someone to 'come over here.'

While El felt things here and there and would maybe feel flashes of pleasure, she never really felt it hit her until now. Her vagina was starting to feel different. Her breathing was getting more intense. His finger was unlocking the puzzle of pleasure.

"Mmmmm," El quietly moaned.

Still fingering El, he heard the soft sounds escaping her lips and looked up at her, his mouth open wide out of shock.

It's working,Mike thought as he slightly smirked at her before going back to focusing on her core.

Her moans were becoming increasingly louder. It got to a point where Mike was getting in a rhythm with his finger. Her moans went from shy to loud without a care in the world.

During the process of her pleasure increasing, Mike also felt something weird inside of her vagina. It hit him. He heard the rumors but didn't know they were true.

"Holy shit. Your pussy's actually wet," Mike said, not trying to talk dirty as he was legitimately stunned.

"Hmmmm, pussy?" El interrupted her moans out of curiosity.

"It's another word for vagina…"

"Synonym? Hmmmm-OOOH," Mike didn't let up as they had their small dialogue.

"Yeah, something like that…"

El felt like her body was going to explode. A certain type of feeling kept getting closer and closer to making her lose it.

"OHHHHH, Mike….."

"You like that?" Mike asked, actually wanting to know.

"YES!" El shouted, about to climax.

"You want another finger?" Mike wondered as he thought of the idea himself while fingering her for several minutes.

"Yeeees…"

"Yes what? What do you want? I wanna hear you say it," Mike said, having a dirty smirk as he toyed with her.

Mike was shy and nervous at the beginning but when he saw how much he was satisfying El, he couldn't help but feel the confidence creep up inside of him.

"I want another finger inside my vag- … Inside my pussy. Please, Mike. I can't take it…"

El was so desperate for his touch, double the touch technically. She was about to orgasm regardless of another finger being added, but this would definitely speed up the process.

He saw how much he made her suffer. His middle finger joined beside his index finger in pleasuring the love of his life. He fingered at a much faster pace, feeling like it was the right speed in the moment as her moans got louder.

"OH. MIKE! MIKE! I THINK I'M DYING! MIKEE!" El yelled, panicking as the orgasm was almost here.

"You're not dying, baby. Just go with it. Come on. Let it out. You're gonna be okay," Mike said softly to comfort El as his fingers were rapidly pulling at her core, making her feel like her insides would shatter.

"MIIIIIKE!!! MIIIIIIKEEEE!!!! MIIIIIKEEEE!!!" El screamed in pleasure.

Her pussy came all over his fingers. He didn't stop fingering her until her moans died down, the sign of her orgasm passing.

She's exhausted and he can tell. He takes his fingers out of her and looks at the white mess on them. Mike can't help but lean in and get a whiff of his fingers. He didn't have time to register the smell as he heard El talking.

"That was good……….. Really good……"

Mike grinned at her, causing her to blush while panting, tired from the work Mike did on her.

"So… you liked it?" Mike asked with a shit eating grin.

"Yes. You made me feel so good, Mike. Now come here."

El pulled Mike on top of her as she attacked his lips with hers. She wanted to show him how much she appreciated what he did with each smooch she applied.

Mike could talk about how what they just did was so important. He could keep on saying how this is a big step in their relationship. He could bring up the fact that she had her first orgasm. He could talk about so many things. But he didn't.

Mike let El have her way with him. Even with her on bottom, she was manhandling his face, making him hers and only hers.

Mike wanted her to enjoy this day. She deserved to be satisfied and happy. She most certainly deserved her first orgasm, and last but not least, he knew she deserved a normal life. And as long as he could see her, he would help her feel normal.