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Chapter Five: Love At First Fight

"Dusty!" The woman called from her recliner, petting a small kitten on her lap by the fireplace in the cozy den. "Yes, Mom!" Dustin stood in the kitchen seemingly irritable. "Could ya let Tews outside? I think she needs to take a tinkle." She asked innocently. "God damn it, Mom.." He complained. "Dusty..! Language..!" She reprimanded. "Sorry..." He muttered. "So, why doesn't she do it in her litter box?" Dustin asked. "Dusty, you know she likes outside better." His mother reminded him. "Then, why'd you buy the damn litter box?" He continued to complain. His mother just tilted her head and raised her eyebrows at him. Dustin rolled his eyes. "Come on, Tews." He groaned opening the front screen door. "Ooh! And keep an eye on her will ya? You know how I feel about letting her out there after Mews." She explained. "Okay, Mom." Dustin groaned, annoyed and stepped outside shutting the door behind him. He sighed, exhaling as the summer air brushed along his skin. He looked down at his shoes, kicking the cement of his front patio with his hands in his pockets. He kicked a rock as it bounced up hitting the metal trash can by the side of his house. He stopped and stared at the can as memories raced through his mind.

Thoughts of Him and D'artagnan having fun studying on reptilian life forms and bonding over nougat candy bars flashed in his head. Dustin smirked. "I miss you, buddy..." He muttered. It's been almost a year since he last saw him. Then, his brain switched. Memories of him trapping D'art in his basement cellar and leaving him to die in the tunnels of the upside down. His smirk quickly faded into a frown. He was startled by a meow coming from his other side. He turned to see Tews looking around the side of the house. "Shit..." He whispered holding his chest. She meowed at something again before running back there. "Tews! Don't go runnin' on me, now!" Dustin exclaimed, jogging around the house after her. He stopped in his tracks to see that the cat was gone. "Tews?" He called out hesitantly. No answer. "Oh, no. no, no, no, no." He muttered rushing around the side of the house, searching for her. "Tews!" He called again before clicking his tongue and rubbing his fingers together. "Come here, girl!" He called out into the night. He froze when he heard a rustling in the shrubbery behind him. He slowly turned to face the bushes and stared at them intently. "Tews?" He asked, hesitantly inching his way closer.

The shrub started to shake and rustle uncontrollably. "Oh, don't scare the shit outta me. Don't scare the shit outta me..." He trembled. Dustin kept inching forward stopping just before it. Suddenly, the cat jumped out of the bush, meowing loudly and landing a few yards behind him. "Aaaaagh!" Dustin flew back in shock, hitting the ground with his back, knocking the wind out of him. "Ow!" He groaned. "Aaand you scared the shit outta me..." He said to himself sarcastically. The cat meowed again, sniffing him. "No, it's okay, Tews. I don't need help or anything." He grunted standing up. "Dusty? Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" His mother came jogging around the house after him. "Yeah, Mom. I just...tripped...is all." He said, fixing his self. "Well, I think you should go lie down. You might be hurt." She complained, touching his shoulder frantically. "No, Mom! I'm okay, alright? I'm fine. Just... I'm goin to bed." He said, pulling away from her and walking back to the house. "Okay, honey." She said hesitantly. She looked down at the kitten beside her. "Come on, sweetie. Let's go get you a hot bath." She said, struggling to bend over, picking up the small pet. She bounced her way back around the house and through the front door, locking it behind her.

Dustin slid his bedroom door shut, locking it behind him as well. He sighed, throwing his hat off to reveal his much shorter, but still curly hair. He sighed, plopping down on his bed, exhausted. Just as he shut his eyes, his supercomm switched on from across the room. "Dustin? Can you hear me?" A voice crackled through the radio. His eyes shot open. "God damn it." He sighed again, slowly sitting up. "Dustin? Do you read me?" The voice repeated. He recognized the voice. It was Max. "Dustin? I need to you to pick up. Hello?" Max asked into her own supercomm. She sat on a park bench in the black of night with her skateboard and her bag propped up beside her. Dustin stood up and walked over to the radio picking it up. Max sighed, letting her head down. She was hoping he would answer. "This is Dustin. I read you loud and clear." His voice escaped the device. "What do you want?" He sighed seeming annoyed. There was a pause. Max started to sob quietly, but loud enough for him to hear through his set. "Max?" He asked holding in the button. "Max, what's wrong?" He asked. Cut to Dustin riding his bike down a silent road with dormant houses lining each side. No lights on and every star in the sky.

The spokes of his wheels sliced through the midnight chill that raced against his skin. His hat, windbreaker and bag all thrown on messily as he rushed through the evening-ridden Hawkins suburb. He pulled up at the park throwing his bike to the side and rushing through some trees. He came out into a clearing and arrived at the playground where the bench that Max sat on was located. He froze when he saw his friend crying alone in the dark. He slowly walked toward the bench. "Max?" He called out. Her head shot up as she was startled, quickly wiping her tears. "Oh, sorry." She whimpered using her sleeve. Dustin stopped a yard in front of her. "What's wrong?" He asked worriedly. Max stared off at the ground. "Can you please sit with me?" She asked softly. "O-Of course." He rushed over and sat beside her on the bench. He looked over at her waiting for her to tell him why she was so upset. She squinted as tears fell down her cheeks again. Her head fell onto his shoulder as Dustin flinched. He slowly held her arm and patted it not knowing exactly what to do. "Max, it's okay. Whatever happened... l-I'm here." He explained. Max sniffled lifting her head. Dustin paused. "Did something happen between you and Lucas?" He asked.

She forcefully shook her head wiping her tears with her sleeve yet again. "Not Lucas..." She muttered. Dustin paused again. "EL? Mike..? Hell, Will?" He listed, all names answered with the repeated shake of her head. "Max, tell me what's going on." He sat upright and turned to her. She just stayed silent. "Wait.." He thought. "Is it your family? Is it Billy?" He asked softly, knowing the answer. She looked at him. "I just need someone to be here." She sobbed. "Hey. Hey Hey." He said letting her face hit his chest as he placed his hand on her back. He felt her tears soak his shirt. Dustin frowned looking off into the night. "What did he do to you?" He asked. Max just stared at the ground with her head on his shoulder. Her glossy eyes shone blue in the pale moonlight. "I thought we agreed that he would leave us alone." She sat up running her thumb across the base of her eye and sniffling. "But...looks like that's bullshit..." She scoffed. "Max..." Dustin said as she looked at him. "What did he do to you?" He asked more seriously this time demanding an answer. She looked down putting her hands between her knees. "He-He saw Lucas walk me home..." She responded. "Oh...God..." Dustin slowly held the bridge of his nose.

"We had an argument..." She continued. "He...He raped me, Dustin..." She whimpered. Dustin looked up at her. "He raped me..." She sobbed throwing her head onto his chest again. Dustin held her close. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was speechless. Not knowing what to do, he just held her as she cried. "You gotta tell someone, Max..." He said quietly. "No!" She shot up. "You can't tell anyone." Her eyes still glistening. "Max, you have to-" He started. "Dustin, he said...if I tell anyone...He'll hurt Lucas." She cut him off. Dustin froze before looking down. "Ugh..." He groaned shaking his head. "Have you told Lucas?" He asked. "I tried to radio him. I didn't get an answer, so I called you..." She said softly. "Well, why'd you call me?" He asked looking at her. The pair's eyes locked into place, trained on each other. "I trust you..." She replied following a pause. She looked down at his lips. Both of their faces slowly growing closer. Dustin's eyes studied her. Her flames of hair burning in the dusk night. Her icicles of eyes shining in the stars' light. With only a few inches between their lips dying to a connection. Dustin inhaled deeply as their mouths danced in the dark. Max moved closer holding his shoulders.

Dustin held her arms as the embrace became stark. Along with the crickets singing in the trees, were the slight moans coming from both of the teens. He knew it was wrong. That his friend Lucas was dear. But, his passion for this girl, since the beginning, was clear. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew he was falling for her. A shame that his lack of experience with women mixed with his jealousy of her bond with Lucas caused Steve's advice to go misinterpreted. He pushed her away. And he lost her. But, now...Now, he had a chance to show her how he's felt all along. "Max..." He broke the kiss holding her arms. She stopped, staring into his soul. He could see the desparation in her eyes. "What about Lucas?" He asked. Max looked down. "Ugh...You're right. I'm sorry." She sat back. "I'm so stupid." She said to herself. "No. No. No." Dustin quickly took her hands. "Max, I've had feelings for you since I first saw you." He explained. She stared at him. "Hell, before that. When I saw your name above mine on that scoreboard...I knew you were special..." He smiled. She paused. "What? Like mental special-" She started sarcastically. "No, not mental, Max." He cut her off, smirking.

She just looked at him with passion in her eyes. "I love you...Max..." He muttered. "Do you love me as a friend or...as a sister or..." She joked. "Max..." Dustin smiled, playfully annoyed. Max giggled. "I THINK I love you too?" She said jokingly. Dustin chuckled staring into her eyes. She sat up and kissed him again holding his face. This time, Dustin pulled her waist closer. The kiss was heated, rivaling the summer breeze. Once again, Max broke it, gasping and holding him still. "I have an idea. Come on." She grabbed his hand running off through the playground. "Wai-Where're we going?!" Dustin exclaimed, being dragged through the dark. The two approached a recreational building at the rear of the park. Dustin stopped in front of a window. He saw people inside, presumably staff. One was mopping the floor, one was at the reception desk writing something, and a few others were talking. "Dustin, come on..." Max rushed him. "But, there's people in there." He argued. "So? We're not going in that way. Now, come on. Before I change my mind." She warned. The janitor inside looked over at the window as Max jumped towards Dustin pulling him down to the ground.

"Shit!" Dustin exclaimed as his back slammed against the concrete. Max knelt beside him covering his mouth. She waited for the janitor to shrug it off and continue to work until she uncovered the boy's mouth. "What the hell was that for?!" He whispered. "Oh, stop being such a baby. Come on." She rushed around the building as Dustin grunted, standing up. He fixed his hat and followed the girl. The two stopped at a door that had a padlock securing a latch that kept it shut. "Here it is." She whispered. "Stand back." Dustin said, cockily stepping in front of the door. He grunted, charging at it with his shoulder only to be thrown back. The door didn't budge. "Shit!" He shouted. "What are you doing? Move." Max pushed him out of the way. With force of her own, she brought her left knee to her chest and kicked the door as the lock snapped off. The door flung open as the girl panted. "Woah. That was awesome." Dustin said quietly, still holding his shoulder. "Let's go." She said, walking into the building. Dustin watched her in awe. "Now!" Her voice called from inside the building. "Shit! Okay!" He rushed after her. As soon as he was inside, Max shut the door behind them, leaving them in darkness. "I can't see." Dustin panted.

"Yeah, no shit genius. The light's not on." Max replied, pulling the string attached to the overhead lamp. The string clicked as an amber glow enveloped the room. It was a small closet, presumably janitorial what with the collection of brooms, mops, and rakes that occupied some of the corners. Shelves with various sprays, towels, and small tools lined the walls. "You know ya don't have to be a dick ALL the time..." Dustin smirked, looking at the girl. "Oh, shut up." She said sarcastically, stepping towards him and crashing her lips against his again. Dustin groaned as their mouths fought for dominance. Max pushed his back against the wall pressing her forearm to his chest. "Ow." He broke the kiss. "you know ya don't have to be a bitch ALL the time..." She teased. Their faces inches apart, breathing down each other's necks. She kissed him again. His eyes closed as his brows raised. He'd never felt anything better than being with this girl. Tasting her subtle layer of lipstick. Touching the dimples at either side of her smile with his own. He stopped...breaking the kiss again. "Dustin, I will break you." She warned. Dustin paused. "Do you like kissing me?" He asked. "What?" She seemed confused.

"You know...with my condition. Does it feel weird?" He elaborated his question. "Why would it feel weird?" She asked, squinting at him. "I dunno...Some of the girls at school said that it'd probably feel weird kissing me because my real pearls are still growin' in." He explained light-heartedly, followed by one of his infamous teethy growls. "Um, one, please stop doing that..." Max chuckled, pointing in his face as he laughed with her. "And two, don't listen to what those doorknobs have to say." She rolled her shoulder dismissively. Dustin just watched her talk. He was mesmerized by the way she looked in the faint glow of the lamp above their heads. "Besides..." She stepped closer, running her fingers across his chest as he held her sides. "I think kissing you feels great, Dusty-bun..." She whispered, flicking his bottom lip with her thumb. "Only my Mom calls me that." Dustin rolled his eyes playfully. "Well, looks like I'm doing something right." Max just giggled before kissing him again, gently this time. She made sure to hold his chin in place as she twisted her head back and forth, planting repeated passionate smooches on his lips. Dustin pulled her hips in as her back arched and she leaned on his chest. The two made out intensely in the dim closet.

Max's side of the embrace was noticeably intent and methodical. She moved her head at different angles, pleasuring his mouth to the best of her ability. "In fact..." She paused again, followed by the sound of a zipper. It took a moment for Dustin to look down and see her hand in the front of his pants. She felt his already stiff member in her grip as the boy twitched, letting out a faint moan. Max studied his face close. "Oh, come on. Dont tell me you've never done this before." She stated plainly. Dustin looked at her, letting the silence answer her query. "Wow. So...this is your first time being touched like this?" She asked, playing with it in her soft fingers. "Yup." Dustin clutched the wall behind him. He looked down and focused on the feeling of her palm working the shaft of his length. "So, you've never had a handjob before..." She stated rhetorically, breathing heavily and jerking him off in the quiet room. "Huh?" "Yeah." "Huh?" "Yeah." The two quickly exchanged moans. "That's it." She stopped abruptly, taking her hand out of his pants. Dustin sighed as his shoulders fell in front of him. Max dropped down to her knees on the floor. She lined the trim of his shorts before yanking them down to his ankles with force.

"W-What're you doing?" He asked as she followed with his briefs, letting his erection pop out into the closed closet atmosphere. "What does it look like, stalker, I'm gonna suck your cock..." She told him, looking up into his eyes plainly. "Look, Max, you don't have to do this to make me feel better or whatever-" He was cut off by her pushing his back against the wall. "I want to." She said assuringly. Little did he know, her intent was to make them both feel better. "You weren't circumcised? She asked, holding his uncut member in front of her face. "No. Why? Is that bad?" He asked. Max stuck out her tongue and ran it from his balls to his head. The wet touch sent shivers down Dustin's spine. Good shivers. "Not bad at all..." She said softly. He never thought he'd get to experience this in his life, let alone in his teen years. Max covered his head and a couple more inches, swirling her tongue around inside her mouth. Dustin shut his eyes, letting his head fall back. The euphoria was new to him. His pleasure only grew more intense as Max took the remaining four inches in, letting his head tap the back of her throat. She gagged, forcing her lips against his pelvis repeatedly as spit gathered at the corners of her mouth.

She pulled back, gasping for air as strings of saliva hung between her chin and his shaft. "Max, are you okay?" He asked, not being familiar with the process. Without a verbal answer, she stared him directly in the eyes as she took him back in her mouth. She puckered her lips around just the head and worked her tongue around it, massaging the pink tip. "Oh, fuck." Dustin moaned as she fondled her tongue inside of his urethra, really making sure to get it all. She let go once again and wiped the spit from her mouth. "Fuck my throat, baby." She requested, placing his member on her tongue. "Uh...What-Like this?" He asked, slowly pushing himself in and out of her mouth. "Harder." She mumbled as clear as she could. He slightly increased his pace. "Harder." She became less coherent, but she winded her hand in front of her to signal him to not hold back. "Goddamn it. Like this?" He forced himself down her throat repeatedly as her head was jerked back again and again. She couldn't help but gag as she coughed up saliva and precum all over his cock. Dustin held the back of her head and increased his speed and his force tenfold. The closet was filled with the sounds of her throat clicking and her gags as well as the occasional grunt from Dustin.

"Oh! I'm almost there!" He shouted as Max pulled away. "Do NOT cum yet." She pointed at him, before standing to her feet. "Aw-Wha...Why?" He asked, panting. It didn't feel too good to stop so abruptly. "You think we only came in here so I could suck your dick?" She asked rhetorically. Dustin shrugged. He followed her with his eyes as she moved through the tight space, stopping at an old washer and dryer in a far corner. "We don't got all day, Stalker..." She waved him over. "Yeah, that's another thing. Can we work on a better nickname? Cause that one's got some bad connotations that I feel come with it-" He droned, walking over to where she stood. "Oh, just shut up and fuck me, Stalker." She cut him off, letting her shorts fall to her ankles and leaning forward against the washing machine. She whipped her ginger hair over her shoulder, looking back at him and awaiting his entrance. "I got it. I got it." He waved his hands dismissively, taking his stance behind the girl and lining himself up. He tried his best to act like someone who'd done this before, even though it wasn't a secret he was a virgin. Max smirked as she watched the boy gather himself. He pushed himself inside her softly, letting his hips connect with her ass as she hitched.

She stood up straight and arched her back as he wrapped his arms under her's. The pair's bodies moved in sync as he slowly thrusted himself in and out of her. "Fuck, Dustin..." Max muttered as he buried his face in her hair. Max let her body fall back onto the washer as she gripped the sides with her sweaty palms. "Harder." She ordered. "What?" Dustin seemed almost out of breath with his slow pace. "Fuck me harder, Dustin." She repeated more aggressively as the boy, again, complied with her demands. He started to quicken his pace a bit as Max was gently pushed against the machine she was on almost rhythmically. "Harder." She said again, looking over her shoulder. Dustin added momentum again. "Harder." She continued as his speed increased even further. Max let out a soft moan. "Harder." She whined. At this point, Dustin was hammering the girl against the washer at his full capacity. Her pale cheeks clapped and the machine wobbled violently as her moans and his groans filled the closet. Max winced, staring forward into space. Flashes of what had happened with Billy earlier in the day raced through her head. When he forced her head down his shaft and fucked her throat with his size.

When he tossed her onto the couch like she weighed nothing and pummeled her ass into the cushions. It was clear why she was doing this. Why she was making her friend leave his comfort zone just to hurt her. Moisture began to form in the base of her eyes as her jaw hung low. The janitor exited the recreational center, whistling a ditty and locking the door behind him with a large ring of keys he had on his person. After switching the lock with one of the keys, he walked away from the door and started around the side of the building. His eyes met with the janitorial closet door and the busted lock on the side as his interest grew peaked. He warily neared the door to check out the scene, reaching for the knob slowly. Inside, Dustin now sat on top of the dryer as Max rode his lap, moaning. "Oh, I'm gonna cum." Dustin finally let his head fall back as Max clutched one of her arms around his neck and let the other caress his chest. "Yeah? You're gonna cum?" She moaned, bouncing up and down, letting her thighs and ass ripple as they collided with his own. Just then, Dustin let out a loud moan as he climaxed inside of his friend.

"Oh, shit..." Max muttered sensually as she put her arms behind her head, shaking her hips around on his cock, getting the last of him out. "Holy shit, Max..." Dustin panted, looking up at her as their faces were inches apart. She breathed heavily in his face as well and chuckled before kissing him softly. Dustin held her sides as he deepened the kiss. Suddenly, the two were interrupted by a sudden wave of moonlight that entered the small room. Their heads snapped toward the source as they were met with a six foot tall man in a janitor's jumper and a ring of keys at his side. He saw the two on top of each other pantless in all of their lower body naked glory. "Uh...Hi, Sir...You see...We were just leaving..." Dustin tried to explain as Max smirked. "Is that right?" The tired old man asked, not believing a word. "Run!" Max exclaimed, hopping off of his lap, grabbing her shorts, and sprinting towards the exit. She ducked under the janitor and made a break for it into the night. "Wait, wha-AGH!" Dustin seemed startled by her abrupt dash as he fell off of the machine, slamming down on the concrete floor. He felt the wind knocked out of him as the janitor continued to watch him, not nearly amused.

"I'm coming!" He gasped for air, rising to his feet and grabbing his shorts as well. He shoved past the custodian weakly as he let him through. "Damn kids." The man muttered before pulling the light switch and shutting the door, leaving the closet in complete darkness. As silence followed, it was short-lived as a dark growl could be heard from a far corner of the room. A growl that sounded awfully familiar...

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