Hello everyone! Sorry for not posting in a while, my english teacher is a fucking asshole. But I just got a huge project done today, so I threw this together for you guys just to tide you over. The night at Steve's is coming next chapter, which I think is going to be two part event, maybe three. Depends on how in-depth I want to go with it, but I'm expecting to have the next chapter out a lot sooner.
This chapter is a bit of filler, with some Lumax. I know some of you guys might not be too happy about that, but this was a plotline that I wanted to wrap up, and I promise from here on out I am going to place a much bigger emphasis on Mileven and such. So don't worry :)
39CluesStrangerThings-Star: Yeah, Will and El's dynamic is something that I'm hoping to see a lot of in S4. And yeah, I agree that 14 is a little early, but you're right about the pressure. That was around the age that I first drank for fun with friends, and it was really fun, so I just figured I'd try the idea out. Let me know what you think when it happens :)
Stranger Records: I'm glad you like it! I am too.
Bruh: I think you're the person who objected to Lumax in the beginning so... I'm sorry, lmao XD but don't worry, next chapter will be great.
Luna0603: Thank you so much! I'm glad your enjoying reading it as much as I am writing it. You may be on the right track with El and Mike there... haha
Guest: I think you're right, Will wasn't blameless; but there was some wrongdoing on both sides, but that's the nature of growing up, am I right?
Max was in the middle of a heated make-out session with Lucas when a really aggressive pounding came from the door. It was abrupt and deafening, and the whole house shook nearly down to its foundation. She shot up from her position where she was lying on Lucas's body as quick as she could. Concern washed through her body. His parents were not supposed to be home now, and they were right here in the living room.
"Is that your parents?" she whispered sharply. "Didn't you say they were gonna be gone for longer?"
"Yeah, that's what I thought, at least," Lucas muttered in response, shifting himself off the couch and started to tentatively make his way toward the door. "Hide in the basement, let me see why they're home so early." Max nodded, and darted toward the stairs.
Sighing, Lucas opened the front door and was greeted by an unappealing site. A cop car was parked on the street in front of the lawn, and two stern looking officers that Lucas didn't recognize were glaring at him with menacing eyes. I wonder why, he thought.
He swallowed heavily. "Is there a problem, officers?"
"Maybe," the one on the right replied. He squinted at Lucas a little bit. "Is Maxine Mayfield in this house?" Lucas's mouth went dry. How did they know? Did they know, or did they just have a hunch? If he was to lie to them and say that Max wasn't here, would they come in anyway? Didn't they need a warrant to do that? Should he ask if they have a warrant? Jesus Christ. They were cops, he couldn't just lie to them. Max wouldn't want him to get in trouble with the police because of her, but she also didn't want to go back to her house, and he knew almost certainly that they were here to just that.
"I'm here," a voice from behind Lucas spoke out. He whipped around, and saw a shy looking Max slowly walk around the corner to face the police officers. "And my name is Max. Not Maxine," she added, with a little bit more force and sass. Lucas held in a smirk. One had to respect her personality and fearlessness. Not even a police officer would get away with calling her by Maxine.
"Miss Mayfield, you're coming with us," the officer on the left stated. He phrased it like a statement. There was no question about it.
"Uh, where are you guys taking her, exactly?" Lucas piped up, wanting to know if she was going back to her house.
"That information is unimportant to you," one of the replied shortly, not bothering to make eye contact with him. Fair enough, he thought. He supposed that was the proper procedure, not to disclose personal information around other people about a person. It's not like they knew that he was her boyfriend, and that she wouldn't care.
"Where are you taking me?" Max asked sharply, no longer bearing that shy attitude she had when she had first come face to face with them. "And you can tell me in front of him, thank you," she said, nodding her head at Lucas.
"Tell you what," the officer said, his tone of voice betraying the fact that he was clearly losing patience. "We'll tell you everything you want to know when you get in the car."
Fighting the urge to make a snarky remark, she wrinkled her nose and stepped forward to put on her shoes. This was an uphill battle, and one she would not win, even she knew that for sure. After giving Lucas a quick hug and a peck on the cheek (she didn't feel entirely comfortable with public displays of affection in front of two intimidating policemen), she walked out the door, not bothering to see if she was even being followed.
Lucas watched Max walk across the lawn, and the two officers looked back at him with a grudging stare, as if he was doing something wrong for not dating another black girl. He felt a spark of courage, saying "Is there anything else you guys need, or can I close the door?"
"Watch your lip, boy," one of them spat back, and then stalked off, followed by the other one. Once they were out of earshot and turning away, he cursed them under his breath and flipped them off before closing the door.
Max sat nervously in the back of the police cruiser, twiddling her fingers apprehensively. Her mind was a whirling hurricane of thoughts, and she was finding it impossible to focus on a single coherent idea. She was feeling too nervous and afraid to ask them where it was they were taking her, but she was assuming her house. It was a drive that was only a few minutes, and she had been sitting there for only about thirty seconds, so the possibility was not ruled out.
If they were going to take her to her house, why had the police come to do it. Why hadn't her Mom come or something? Or maybe her Mom had no idea at all that she was on her way right now. It was possible, she supposed. And if she was being taken back, did that mean that the issue with her Mom and Neil had been resolved? Or would she be walking right back into the storm?
Whatever the case, she was hoping it would be resolved by the evening, because earlier a very hyper Dustin had radioed them, yelling about Steve having alcohol and the rest of the Party meeting at his house to do some drinking. She had been excited for that since he had called. The Party was sure to get up to some fun antics tonight, and she wanted to be a part of that.
The waiting was getting to be too much, so she plucked up her courage and put on her mask of fearlessness and spoke. "Where are you guys taking me?"
"Your house," came the immediate response, devoid of emotion.
"Do my parents know I'm coming?" she asked, genuinely curious what the case regarding that matter would be.
"No, they don't."
Okay. So that was one thing confirmed. She was going to be dropping in, unexpected, right at her doorstep, to be most likely be greeted by her hysterical Mom and dick step-dad.
Fun.
She didn't have much time to think about anything else before the car came to a steady stop, and she looked out the window and saw her small, dingy house. She shuddered, already fearing what would happen as soon as she stepped through that door.
"Out you get," the officer in the driver's seat commanded.
"Uh-huh," Max absent-mindedly replied, trying to show the men that the obvious disdain for her was mutual. "Thanks for the ride," she threw in, but made sure to make it sound very sarcastic. Before a reply could be said, she slammed the door shut and strutted to the front door of her house. She was about halfway up the walk when her Mom came flying through it like a bat out of hell, her arms wide and tears rushing down her face.
"Max! Oh my God, sweetie…" her voice faltered and then suddenly she was swallowing up her entire body in a bone crunching embrace. She was shocked that her Mom could even move that fast. She allowed the hug to continue a little bit longer before it became painful.
"Mom, let go of me please, I can't breathe," she said, allowing a small smile to form on her lips. Her Mom pulled back, her face showing all her emotion; the days of stress since she had ran away showed on her face, dark circles etched into the skin under her eyes. But despite that, she was still shining with relief and happiness that her precious daughter was home and safe.
"Come inside, sweetie, please," she said, almost a beg. "We need to talk about something," A pang of nervousness hit Max's body. That didn't sound good. Talk about what? Something to do with her running away? Something to do with Neil, maybe? That seemed more probable.
"Okay," she managed to croak, following her Mom into the house wordlessly. She followed her to the dining room, where her Mom took a seat and gestured for her to sit down next to her. After doing so, she watched her breath in deeply and folded her hands in front of her.
"Is Neil here?" Max asked quietly, wondering why she hadn't noticed his truck in the driveway on the way in.
"No," she replied, not meeting Max's eyes. She gazed at her hands, fiddling with her ring finger, which she noticed, was bare. The ring from Neil was gone. Suddenly her heart was rising and she could feel warm hope coursing through her veins. Did this mean what she thought it meant? Was Neil gone from their lives?
"Where's your ring?" Max asked, hoping for a certain answer.
"We're getting a divorce," she abruptly announced, speaking rather loudly. Max startled. "Sorry, that was just… hard to say, I guess," her Mom said, still never meeting her daughter's eye. Why was she acting like this?
"What's wrong, Mom?" Max finally questioned, wanting to know that despite this great revelation, that Neil was going to be gone, her Mom still appeared to be upset. But for what reason?
"Because I didn't want a divorce, Max," she said, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. "I know he wasn't the nicest man, but… but he was nice to me, at least when he first met. He helped our family, he made sure we were taken care of."
"Taken care of?!" Max exploded, rising out of her chair suddenly. How was her Mom upset about this? That vile piece of shit was gone from their lives forever! "Why are you upset about this, Mom?!"
"Max, I-"
"He beat the shit out of Billy on a daily basis!" she screamed, pacing around the room. "He emotionally abused you over and over again, and you're upset that he's gone? Are you shitting me?"
Her Mom- wait. How was this person even her Mom? She didn't deserve to be her mother right now. This was just some stranger in her life who lived in the same house as her. Susan- had tears falling from her eyes at this point. Fuck that.
"Max, sweetie, he wasn't emotionally abusing me, I just made so many mistakes, you don't understand."
"No!" She was starting to see red, blinded by the sheer frustration of it all. "Listen to what you're saying! You've obviously been brainwashed by him. You think that he was doing us good? Your wrong!" she shouted, and then stormed out of the room, blocking out the distressed cries coming from the dining room. She went into her room and slammed the door shut, and buried her face into the sheets of her beds and erupted into tears, not holding anything back now.
Her gaze turned to Billy's jacket. The jacket she had taken from his room and put in hers, just so that she could have a reminder of him, a piece of him with her. She grabbed it on both her hands and pressed her forehead to the material. It was cold.
"Why did you have to go?" she said almost silently, speaking to no one but herself. "Everything's just a mess now." She sighed. Why was she even doing this? Talking to a jacket, like she was expecting a reply or something. Jesus fucking Christ.
"Maybe Mom will come to her senses at some point," she carried on, not caring if she was talking to an inanimate object anymore. It was better than talking to nobody. "I guess it's not unheard of for people to like somebody who doesn't really like them back."
The jacket continued to lie there. "They say that sometimes girls go out with guys who are dicks," she pondered. "I thought that was just a teenager thing. Or maybe my Mom just needed to remarry, because she was short on money or something. But why would she settle on him? It's not like he even has a great job. We still live in this tiny house."
More silence from the jacket. Max huffed and threw it across her bed where it landed on the end of it. She closed her eyes, but then the image of Billy getting stabbed over and over by the Mindflayer came right into her mind. With a strangled gasp her eyelids flew up. She knew she would never be able to get that image out of her mind. That was the truth. The truth that her parents would never know. Her brother hadn't died in a fire, he had been brutally mutilated by a monster right in front of her and her friends. And she also knew that he would never get proper justice. He would go on to live in the hearts of the few people who cared about him as just another unfortunate soul who died in the fire of Starcourt Mall. Not as a hero. As a nobody.
Staring at the ceiling, her brain began to unwillingly drift away, disconnecting from her body before she lulled away into a painful sleep.
El was lying in her bad in the middle of the afternoon. And she was bored.
Mike was busy with some family thing, something about his Aunt's house. He had said he would be in the evening in time for their plans at Steve's house, which was something she was definitely looking forward to. She had seen Hopper drunk on one or two occasions when she was living in the cabin, and it had been hilarious. The idea of having such an experience with her friends sounded like a great night, an opportunity she would not pass up easily.
Joyce was out, running errands and putting things together for the upcoming funeral. That was something that she did not look forward to. She had been very vague about exactly what she was doing; El had never been to a funeral, and had asked Joyce a couple questions. Her inquiries were met with replies like, "don't worry about it, dear," or, "I'll explain later," or something like that. Once again, she was being babied.
She knew that the people in her life didn't mean anything bad by it; their gestures were not ill-advised. But all the same, it bothered her a lot. Jonathan was out with Nancy; she had no idea what the two of them were getting up to. He might have mentioned a move? She wasn't paying much attention to the breakfast conversations.
The only other person in the house was Will, and he had holed himself up in his room. El assumed that he was drawing or something. She knew that he loved to do that in his free time.
On the other hand, she had just finished reading an entire one of the magazines. It had been very informative. But something stood out to her during her reading that she was desperate to try out; and best of all, it was something that she could do on her own.
Masturbation.
Such a strange word. Just the way it sounded in her head… it made her feel gross. But apparently it was completely normal; healthy, even. And as a horny teenager, it sounded like a good enough place to start out. So she could figure out what was good for her by herself, and not have to worry about another person being with her or getting weirded out.
But she was acutely aware of the fact that just on the other side of the wall, was Will's room. So whatever she got up to, she would have to make it quiet as hell. But thank God there was a lock on her door; so no one could barge in on her in the act.
She stood up off the bed and turned the lock, and tried opening the door herself to make extra sure that there was no way that anyone could get in. Once she had piece of mind that she was safe, she settled back on top of the bed, on top of the sheets. Where was she even supposed to start?
Might as well get the pants out of the way, she thought to herself. She shimmied out of the loose sweatpants and cast them on the ground beside the bed, so that now she was left in only her top and panties. Looking down at her underwear, she recalled some of the pictures she had seen in the magazines of other women who were wearing that weird underwear. But they had looked really nice. The thongs and lingerie… she wondered if Mike would like that. She doubted she could ever get her hands on any. Oh, well.
Her mind whirring with nervousness, she slowly reached down toward her center, and let her fingers dip underneath her panties. They brushed by her little hairs, and El made a mental note to talk to Joyce soon about getting a razor; she wanted to have soft legs and smooth skin like the models, she wanted to look good for Mike.
Not knowing quite how to start, she started to run her fingers over her folds, in between them and around them. It felt weird; the sensation that she had during her make-out sessions with Mike wasn't there. Her vagina was as dry as a desert. Maybe she had to get herself a little bit more… what was the word… wet?
She closed her eyes and crafted a mental picture inside of her mind. She imagined Mike lying on top of her, sucking and licking her all over her neck, sloppily and messily, everywhere. And at the same time, he was grinding into her, and she imagined feeling his erection through his pants poking her in between her legs.
Squeezing her eyes shut even tighter, she imagined that now he taking off her clothes, and she was taking off his, and they were getting naked in front of each other, and it was so fucking hot. Not on purpose, she let out a soft moan when she realized how wet she was. She pressed down against her opening with her fingers and rubbed them in between her folds, making long and slow strokes along the full length of her vagina, up and down.
It felt good; but not as great as she had expected. She curled her fingers slightly and started to rub against the tiny slit harder, but the pleasure that she was craving was still not there. With her eyes still open she frowned, wondering if this was even a good idea.
No. Max had given her these magazines, and that probably meant that she was familiar with this stuff. If Max could do it, shouldn't she? All her life, she had wanted to be truly normal. Determined to go through with this, she closed her eyes once more, and returned her attention to her hand.
Her fingers were now coated with her juices; her arousal was clearly heavy. Her fingers were slick and lubricated, and she bit her lip, wondering if it was even a good idea. What if it hurt? What if it felt weird? What if…
Fuck it.
She licked her lips and pressed her index finger slowly inside of her. It was difficult; she
was so tight, and her finger, although small, seemed pretty big right now. Once she was about halfway through with her index finger, that's when it started to feel good. Deciding that she was going to all the way, the instantly plunged her entire index finger inside.
She grunted loudly at the sensation, which she had not yet decided if it was good or bad yet. Her opening was constricting her finger so much, and it was such a small space.
"El? Are you okay?" Will called from his bedroom. Oh shit. Quiet down, El!
"Yes, I'm okay, Will. I just...stubbed my toe," she lied.
"Oh," Will replied. "Okay." But El bad barely heard his response, because now that her vagina had adjusted to the invasion of her finger in it, she realized that it felt good. Really good. She began to slowly move her finger in and out, penetrating herself over and over again, and each time it felt better and better.
She let out a soft moan, she simply could not hold it back. It felt so good. She made sure to stay as quiet as possible. If Will found out what she was doing, she would probably die of embarrassment.
After about half a minute of her current routine, she found that her body had adjusted to one finger. She wanted more. Carefully, she pulled her index finger out, which was wrinkled from the moisture, and took her middle finger and ran it up and down her delicate folds, getting it ready to go in. Running her fingers along the outside was a different feeling, but incredibly pleasant as well. But she wanted to be inside.
She inserted the tips of her two fingers inside, and her chest heaved. She was getting stretched so much by her fingers but it felt so fucking good, so fucking good. When she was about halfway with her two fingers another moan escaped her lips, but a quiet one. Stealth was key right now.
"Oh, God…" she sighed, and pressed even deeper, until both of her fingers were completely buried inside her tight little hole, and she was biting back the urge to just scream. Why the hell hadn't she done this sooner? Making slow, deep, and rhythmic thrusts, she could feel the pleasure coursing through her body. The heel of her palm started to rub against the top of vagina, and suddenly a wave of euphoria washed over her.
She had to cover her mouth with her own hand to stifle an ecstatic groan. Fuck. That must be the clitoris. That little nub right above her opening, and the friction on it from her palm was the greatest thing she had ever felt. Muffling another moan with her hand, she sped up her pace, going in and out furiously, while still trying to pay a little bit of attention to her clit.
And then suddenly she felt something; it was like a wave slowly approaching, but then it started accelerating somehow. She watched it from the beach, coming closer to her. In a flash of pleasure it crested, and her entire body spasmed as the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced washed over her body, and her muscles started contracting with her fingers still inside. Once again clamping her hand over her mouth and biting her lower lip, she suppressed a scream. It was like electricity was flying through her entire body, but it was the most heavenly electricity ever.
Even ten seconds after, the aftershocks of her first orgasm continued to run through her veins, and she could feel her heartbeat nearly everywhere in her body, but most of all, in her aching vagina.
She couldn't even bring herself to open her eyes. Taking her hand away from her throbbing center, she continued to lie there, bathing in the pleasure and satisfaction that was still fresh in her mind and body.
"Holy shit," she whispered, and giggled in spite of herself. She was definitely going to have to do that again sometime soon. And maybe with Mike.
Alright guys, let me know what you think of this. Remember to leave a review, the more feedback I get the quicker I'll try to get the next chapter out! I'm shooting for Monday, maybe even Sunday. Thanks for reading, take it easy :)
