March 22nd, 1986
Saturday Evening
Eddie's POV
Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
"Hello?"
"Hi Mrs. Henderson! Um—This is Eddie-Eddie Munson. I'm Dustin's—"
"Oh Eddie! Hi sweetheart. Yes, my Dusty has told me so much about you!" Claudia Henderson's sweet, high-pitched voice coos over the phone. A small smile forms on Eddie's face at hearing this.
"Is he around by chance? I kind of need to talk to him about something."
"Well, I think he's in his room. Let me go check sweetie."
"Thank you!"
Eddie can hear a faint yell from the other line, "Dusty! Your friend Eddie is on the phone! He wants to talk to you."
A beat passes.
Another.
And finally he hears the familiar sound of the freshman's youthful voice come through.
"Eddie? Why are you—"
"Henderson! Hey! Man, is it good to hear you." He says almost reverently. "Listen, quick question for ya. Have you had any…strange dreams or visions lately? About..Uh…about Vecna?" He asks in a rush, voice lowered.
"Visions? About Vecna?" Dustin questions before groaning. "Dude, don't tell me he's somehow coming back from the dead, a third time! Erica finished his ass with that crit hit!"
Eddie sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. " Fuck! "
He doesn't remember then…
"Eddie?"
"Yeah, still here…Shit! So you really don't remember fighting the bats with me?"
"Bats? What? Eddie, are you high right now?"
"No, unfortunately, I am not Henderson. Look, I gotta tell you something but…we should meet in person. Are you busy right now?" He asks, a plan already forming in his racing mind.
They agree to meet up somewhere secluded. What was not discussed, however, is the fact that one Steve Harrington would also be present. Not that it bothers him or anything; they were on better terms near the end of his time in the other world, the Upside Down.
Now? He's not so sure what King Harrington would make of him.
Sitting in his van outside of the Family Video, he now regrets this plan.
Dustin sits in the front while Steve, who hesitates before seeming to make up his mind on some inner battle with himself if he should get in a stranger's van or not, sits in the back. He glances around with a look of disgust and uncertainty on his face.
Eddie watches Dustin climb into the passenger side; a sad smile paints his face.
This all still feels so surreal.
Dustin is here.
His favorite little sheepie is okay.
"Eddie, this is Steve. Steve, Eddie. There, now you two have officially met." Dustin says as he sits in the passenger seat.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know who he is, Henderson. You only talk about him every other chance you get," Steve mutters sarcastically, side eyeing Eddie from his spot in the back.
"Sorry for wanting my two older friends to finally meet. You know, I think you guys would actually get along—"
"Oh, I'm sure you do. Can we make this quick? I gotta help Robin close up shop."
Shaking his head, he sighs and fidgets with his rings. He doesn't have time for this.
He needed answers.
Just say it. Rip it off like a band-aid.
"I know about the Upside Down."
…….
Dustin's head snaps his way and his eyes are so wide it's almost comical. His mouth opens and then closes a few times, like he's going to say something before Steve beats him to it.
"Upside Down? What the hell are you talking about Munson?" Steve says with a guarded look but his voice carries a nervous tone.
"I know about it all. I know about Eleven, Wheeler's girlfriend with the powers," he starts listing off. "I know about the MindFlayer; what actually happened to Billy Hargrove. I know about what really happened at Starcourt—"
"Dude wait! How?! Why?! Did Mike tell you?" Dustin wonders. He looks nervously over his shoulder at Steve, who is now watching Eddie with intense curiosity, like he's not sure whether to trust him or not still. He doesn't blame him. He wasn't exactly very welcoming to him the last time.
He chuckles, "Nope. Not Wheeler… You. You did." He watches Dustin's face, sees the confusion set deeper onto his boyish face.
"You're not making any sense right now, Eddie. Pretty sure I would remember dropping a bomb like that on you," Dustin states, eyes wide with a slight panic.
Eddie fishes for his pack in his pocket and turns to roll his window down, desperately itching for a smoke.
"It's a long story, man. You guys got time?" he asks, blowing smoke from his first drag out into the night.
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Across town
Curled up in a fetal position within the comfort of her own bed, Chrissy replays last night over and over in her head. Ever since returning home she's felt as if reality had been on pause. Everything feels off somehow. She's not quite sure how or why but being back home doesn't feel right.
Maybe she's in shock. Last night and this morning felt like a long dream.
The reality of the situation sinks in as she remembers that nightmare. Was it a nightmare or a vision of some sort? She can't stop the shiver that runs down her spine when she closes her eyes and sees those ghastly sunken blue eyes. The hole where the nose should have been. That claw-like hand reaching up, closer and closer to her face. Truly a walking corpse. Vecna. She trembles just thinking of that name.
Putting a name to the creator had brought a new life to it and it felt all the more real now.
She had never felt more terrified in her life than within that moment. It had all felt so real. Every second of it and she struggles to comprehend how Eddie had seen her eyes go white, her body float up and up until there was nowhere else to go.
If Eddie saw her die and she vividly remembered dying then why is she still here? Why were they both still here, alive and breathing?
The question loops over and over around her mind, like a scratch on a record.
Needing to break the constant cycle, she focuses on her relationship with Jason. She's a cheater. It's a label she never imagined giving herself and yet here she is; a cheater. The statement leaves a sour taste in her mouth.
He's also a cheater too, a tiny voice reminds her.
Right. There were multiple occasions where Jason would find himself being clung to by drunk needy girls. It always seemed to happen at some house party he would drag her to, insisting that she must come. He needed his perfect girl on his arm when he made his grand entrance, strutting in the door. Flaunting her as an accessory.
Not even an hour later she stumbled upon him with Kimberly Davis. She remembers how furious she had been, how much he apologized, swearing up and down how she threw herself on him. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault that his tongue was down her throat. Right.
She remembers how that argument felt like a vision of their future. A loveless marriage filled with lies, infidelity and fights. Looking back on it now, maybe that was the moment she was done and simply going through the motions, unsure how to get out of this.
Oddly enough, she feels as if she has aged ten years in just 24 hours. Her relationship status with Jason feels childish compared to what occurred last night.
What if they did die and this is a second chance? Did parallel universes actually exist? Was this their last shot? What if Vecna was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for them? She needed answers, but first…
Slowly rolling over, she eyes the phone on her vanity. She should call him. They were finished long before she asked Eddie to meet up with her on Friday. Now, she just needs to rip the bandage off.
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Jason is cold, quiet, as he picks her up from her house. Most likely still nursing a hangover from the party with the team and pissed at her for missing said party.
There's an awkward silence as they drive through the darkness. He takes them to a nearby diner that stays open late. Walking in together, he moves to grab her hand only for her to quickly move it out of reach. He shoots a questionable look in her direction, which she avoids by looking downward at the floor.
The diner is all but a ghost town, save the one lone trucker who sits up at the counter, sipping on his coffee.
They sit in a booth by the windows near the back. The air is uneasy, Jason's jaw clenches, his hands grip the menu like he wants to tear it right through the middle. Their server appears to get their drink order and heads back to the kitchen, leaving them alone again.
Chrissy stares out the window, shoulders stiff, wishing for this to be over. Her eyes refuse to meet his, on edge.
"So where were you last night and all day?" He questions her, fingers curling and uncurling into fist.
"I was with Anna."
He doesn't buy it. The muscle in his jaw twitches. He huffs before continuing. "You said you would be there. Do you have any idea how worried I was? Then I didn't even get a call from you until this evening? What the hell, Chris?"
The waitress drops off their drinks. "Are you two ready to order or still need a minute..?"
"We're still looking, "he says curtly, eyes glued to Chrissy.
"Ok then," she mutters with a nod and heads back to behind the counter.
Chrissy takes advantage of the pause and sighs before speaking.
"Jason, I think we should stop all of this. Let's just… go our separate ways," she stresses.
Silence passes between them and then he begins to laugh. A sharp, cruel sound.
"You what? Chris, that's hilarious, really. You're so cute, babe."
She rolls her eyes. "Don't 'babe' me, I'm being serious. We should break up. I want to break up, Jason." Her voice shakes and she hates it.
Jason stares at her with an unreadable look on his face, like he's twisting and analyzing her words, contemplating his next move. Finally, he barks out another forced laugh.
"Wow. I mean… wow! You're seriously doing this to me? The day after the biggest win of my life? You're really something babe." He scoffed, crossing his arms while shaking his head.
Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath before responding. "I know this is the worst timing and I'm sorry for that but…I'm just…I'm not the same Chrissy from three years ago and we shouldn't keep playing this game of make believe, like we're this happily in love, perfect couple. I think it's been over for a while now and we've just been holding—"
"You seem to be the only one here playing games. What? You actually think you'll be better off without me? Have you forgotten, I'm the reason you're so popular?" he ranted.
She tries to cut him off, but to no avail.
"You know what? Screw you! You're so selfish. All you do is use people like the self-centered little rich girl that you are. No one is good enough for Chrissy fucking Cunningham," he spits, voice low and eyes cold.
She winces at that. Any response she's been working up escapes her, slips right through her fingers. She's left speechless. This isn't going how she thought it would. He has full control, just like he wants; just how he likes it.
"God, look at you. You're such a mess. It's sad actually."
Finally, she snaps. "And what? You're Mr. Perfect? Jesus, you're such an asshole. What's sad is that I haven't been genuinely happy in a very long time and for someone who claims they love me, it's strange that they never noticed or cared. Always too focused on yourself… Can't believe you're seriously going to sit there and point fingers—"
"Yeah, I sure will! Oh, don't play innocent right now babe, it's really not a good look. Dave saw you leave after the game. He saw you leave with that.. that freak! You must really think I'm stupid to believe you left with Anna, huh? I know." His lips are drawn back in a snarl and his eyes locked hard on hers.
Her face pales. She looks down at the table, hands grip and tug on the sleeves of her cardigan.
"What about Kim? Kim Davis, at that party, and the other girls I'm sure you've—" she starts before he interrupts her again.
"Oh my God! That was forever ago, Chris. Don't try to turn this on me—"
"Then don't do it to me," she demands softly before looking around the diner, feeling heat creep up to her face at the attention they were drawing.
……
Jason sizes her up, his jaw tightened. "Did you sleep with him?"
Her breath hitches, caught in her throat and she wants nothing more than to disappear into thin air. Her stomach turns, she needs to leave, now.
Her silence is all he needs.
"You did. You're not even going to deny it?" he challenges her, scoffing as he leans forward on the table, moving closer to her face.
"Tell me this babe, do you actually think he's going to give a shit about you? You think he's going to be able to handle you and all the fifty shades of your disorders? You can't even take care of yourself. He's going to see you for what you really are and take off running. You gave him what he wanted, sweetie. He's probably telling all his little dweebs about how he got to fuck the cheer captin right now." The smirk on his face deepens.
She feels tears prickle in the corners of her eyes, her bottom lip trembles but she strains to muster a poker face.
"So what… three years of pretending to be this innocent, pure girl who wanted to wait till marriage, decides she wants to rebel against mommy and daddy and spreads her legs wide open for a trailer trash—"
A full glass of water is dumped over his head. Chrissy jumps with a scream and looks up to see a girl with red hair in braids, holding the now empty cup. There's a murdious look in her eyes before they fall on her and soften slightly.
"Sorry about that. You ok?" she asks Chrissy, completely ignoring Jason.
Stunned, Chrissy nods silently, her doe-eyes staring up at her savior in wonder.
"You wanna ditch this shit head?" she offers, nodding her head towards the door, while Jason fumes.
"You little bitch! What the hell is wrong with you?!" he shouts, moving to stand but the waitress rushes over, looking flustered.
"You all need to leave before I call the police!" she demands.
Chrissy offers her an apologetic smile which is not returned. "I'm so sorry ma'am. We were just going." She mutters, laying some spare change on the table before following the redhead to the entrance.
"Chris! You can't just leave with her! You don't even know her."
"I can if I want to. I don't need your permission." She glares at him from over her shoulder.
The two girls step outside into the darkness together, leaving a spluttering, soaked Jason.
—--
Walking along the road in silence, the younger girl speaks. "I'm uh... Max by the way."
"Chrissy. Thank you for doing that back there… you really didn't have to though."
Max looks over to the older girl, a hard look on her face. "He was being a total dick to you, so don't worry about it. Plus, you've already been through a lot of shit." She stops herself, quickly looking ahead.
Confused, Chrissy silently studies her. "Have we met before?"
The younger girl visibly stiffens. "Um… I live across from Eddie Munson. We're neighbors. I saw you were over at his place last night— oh god, I'm not like a nosy person or some creep! I just noticed the power was flipping out last night and then I heard loud noises from his place—" she rambles nervously.
"Wait! I don't remember the power doing anything weird. What did you see?" Was she that high that she missed the lights 'flipping out'? A lot of last night feels like it happened ages ago, she struggles trying to put some of the pieces together.
"I was getting ready to go and feed our dog when all the lights at my place started flickering. When I went out to Cash, our dog, he kept looking over at Eddie's place and barking. Then I heard screaming and then it just…stopped."
They stop at a street light, waiting for the cross signal. They're a good few miles from her neighborhood and Chrissy wishes Hawkins had more public transportation.
"Okay, but how did you know I've been going 'through a lot of shit'?" she questions the younger girl, making quotation marks with her fingers.
Max chews on her bottom lip. "Well, this is all some weird dream so I guess it doesn't really matter but you're kind of supposed to be dead," she says with a matter-of-fact tone.
The light turns green and the walk signal lights up. Max hops on her board and skates off along the crosswalk. Chrissy darts after her, running to catch up to the redhead.
"Hey wait! Slow down please!" she yells.
"Did you just say this is some weird dream?" Chrissy questions her while fast walking to keep up with her.
"Yeah, it's either that or I'm dead I guess." Her face falls a little at her own theory and she fiddles with the headphones around her neck.
"You too?! Oh my God, we're not crazy!" She exclaims with a laugh.
Max shoots her a look with one eyebrow raised. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Well, what if it's neither of those things… What if we did die but we're in another universe? One where we didn't die. And that thing doesn't exist here?" She ponders.
"What thing? You mean Vecna? Also, how do you know that name?"
"Eddie. He told me this morning."
At this, Max comes to a complete stop. "Eddie did? What did he tell you?"
"Everything," she whispered. Chrissy's eyes lock onto Max's, who nods to herself.
"We need to go see him, like ASAP! Come on!" With a shout she takes off down the sidewalk, leaving Chrissy to run after her.
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Family Video parking lot
Eddie's POV
There's a deafening silence that settles within the old '71 Chevy van.
Dustin's eyes are slightly unfocused, staring straight ahead, processing everything before speaking. "So… did you like, travel back in time to stop all of that from happening or…?"
Snapping his fingers excitedly, Steve interjects, "Oh yeah! Just like that movie, Back to The Future. Great movie, by the way."
"I'm surprised you even remember that dingus, given the state we were in." Robin, who had joined them halfway through Eddie's recap, making him start over, much to his dismay, chimes in from the back.
With a roll of his eyes, the Metalhead groans, "No! I'm not a time traveler, guys! Jesus–Look, all I know is that Vecna, One or Henry– whatever the hell his name is!– was planning to kill four people and use them to open four gates or some shit—"
"Like portals? To the Upside Down?"
"Yes and Chrissy was his first victim. Fred was next, then Patrick."
"Who was the fourth?" Robin asks, her voice soft and shaky.
"I think—I think it was going to be Red—I mean Max. She was so certain she was next." His hands grip the wheel and his eyes glaze over as he recalls her clever trick. "Always kept her Walkman on her, some song on a loop. We realized that was the only way to stop him; listening to your favorite song breaks the curse."
…….
"Max?"
"Yeah, she was having these visions—"
Suddenly, the cool air of the night floats into the van as Dustin hurriedly rolls down the window and sticks his head out of the crack, yelling into the dark. "Max! Hey Max!"
The Californian glides along the sidewalk, squinting as she spots them. Looking over her shoulder she calls after someone, someone who is running up to her. He can't quite make out the second person until they stop under the lights in the lot. His eyes widen and he quickly rolls down his window. "Chrissy? What are you guys doing out here?"
Gray-blueish eyes meet his gaze and a beaming smile pulls at her rosebud lips, adorably crooked teeth and all. Both girls run up to the van and upon closer look he notices her eyes are glassy and a little red. Has she been crying?
"Eddie! Thank God we found you! We were just on our way to your place."
"Is that so? Well, you found me, Princess." He teases while his eyes study her face, taking in the flush on her full cheeks, the light glistening of sweat on her forehead and neck. "You okay?" He asks softly, offering her a gentle smile, feeling a sense of dejavu at the question.
Just as she's about to answer a noise from the back of the van stops her. Eddie feels someone grab onto the back of his seat, peering over him. "Hey Chrissy. Long time no see." Of course Steve knows her , he thinks, feeling slightly aggravated.
Surprised, Chrissy gives him a small smile and a wave. "Oh, hey Steve. Um–"
"Are you guys having a party in there?" Max questions while looking into Dustin's window, eyeing the group.
"Yeah, no."
"Gross, no! This would be such a lame spot"
"Especially in front of where we work?"
Everyone answers over each other before Dustin turns back to the redhead. "Eddie knows about the Upside Down."
Her eyes flash over to Eddie, a look of wonder on her face, "So you do remember. I thought it was just me."
"Yeah– No–Wait!" He looks over to Chrissy and then quickly back to Max then back to Chrissy. "Red remembers too?! Holy shit! Thank God!" He throws his head back and slumps against the seat.
Chrissy chuckles at his reaction, "That's what I said too!"
The girls climb into the van and soon the whole party discusses theories; Max shares her side of the memory, stating how they all need to have their favorite song ready, in case Vecna were to reappear.
Looking around his van, Eddie can't help but feel like he's trapped in an episode of the Twilight Zone. Steve, Robin and Max are sitting up along the metal siding, their legs stretched out. Dustin sits in his passenger seat with his body turned towards the back and then there's Chrissy, who sits the closest to his seat. He too, is facing towards the others, with his legs sticking out in the middle. Chrissy has her back pressed up against his seat and he feels a tingle every time her arm casually brushes his legs.
"You haven't been having any headaches or seeing any clocks again, right?" Max asks Chrissy, playing with the headphone cord around her shoulder.
"No, not this time." She whispers, absentmindedly toying with the cuffs of his jeans; her fingers lightly pulling on the frayed ends. Another pair of eyes watch the little exchange. He catches Steve and Robin sharing a look, Robin wiggles her eyebrows at Steve before looking back at Eddie and smirking. Rolling his eyes he looks down at the cheerleader and feels the tingly sensation return. He feels more at ease knowing she's close by, within his reach and alive.
"Good, that's good to hear…I haven't either, yet. Maybe he can't get us here in this other…universe–or whatever this is."
Steve clears his throat. "Well kiddos, this has been such a swell time and all but I have a date tonight that I'm already running late for. I'm really not trying to spend the rest of my Saturday night here." He moves to stand up, or rather, crouch to not bump his head. Robin trails after him, waving goodbye.
Dustin is about to hop out of the van when Eddie pulls him in for a hug. "Get home safely man. Let me know when you get there, alright?"
The freshman boy chuckles, "Yes mom. Night guys!" The door slams shut behind him and he soon takes off on his bike.
"Alright Red, am I driving you home too?"
Eddie watches as Max runs up to her front door before facing Chrissy. Her head is bowed slightly and her eyes are trained on her dainty hands in her lap. "Do you have to get back home soon?" He asks while digging for his pre-rolled joint from his pocket. She watches his hand and looks up to meet his eyes. He sees her fidget and hopes she doesn't feel uncomfortable being alone with him again so soon or that he's about to get high around her.
Her tongue swipes her bottom lip, wetting it and he, shamelessly, can't help but watch. He wants nothing more than to taste those lips again. "It's Saturday night and my mom thinks I'm with Jason so…I doubt she cares where I am right now."
He blinks slowly, not sure what to think of that. " Are you supposed to be with him right now?"
With a great sigh, she reaches for his now lit joint, her fingers brush against his and she raises it up to her lips to take a hit. Her eyes close as she blows out the smoke and he watches the smoke twirl and dance into the night air. "Yes and no. Honestly, I really don't want to talk about him right now. Can we just…be here? Let's just be stupid teenagers and enjoy our spring break this time."
"Sounds like an excellent plan to me, Princess. Whatever you want."
They smoke in his van, hotbox it and listen to his 'smoking mixtape' with the windows rolled down. Don't Dream It's Over by Crowded House plays softly. Neither speak, content with the silence. It's a peaceful moment, one he hasn't experienced in quite some time. He reckons she needs this silence just as much as he does but then he remembers something she had said that now feels like it was from another lifetime. Had it really just been yesterday that they had met in the woods at his spot?
"I have an idea. How do you feel about breaking and entering?"
Chrissy's POV
Giggling, she stumbles into the dark classroom and feels arms catch her, holding her close. Sneaking into the school was not exactly what she imagined they would be doing but she won't complain, not when she gets to hear him laugh like this, silly and carefree, it's contagious. It makes her feel all warm and gooey.
The room is lit by multicolored stage-like lights and she looks around in wonder. Eddie, still holding her close, walks them further into the room and begins to give her the grand tour. There's a proud look on his face and she feels utterly captivated, seeing his world. His safe haven.
"Welcome to the Hellfire Club. This is where countless of hours and tears have been spent over this very table." He runs a hand along the edge of the table.
"This is…Wow. This is incredible. You said you're what again?"
"I'm the DM, or, Dungeon Master. I create and run all of our campaigns." He walks over to the grand chair at the head of the table. He pulls it out and moves to sit on the throne-like chair; Truly a master in this element. She slowly makes her way around the space and stops directly in front of him.
Looking up at her through his lashes, he gently tugs on her wrist and pulls her into his lap.
She sinks back into him, feeling his hair fall around her shoulder and tickle her neck. With one hand around her waist and the other pointing to the many objects in front of them, he explains what each piece is used for. He shows her his favorite D booklets, Dungeons and Dragons, Advanced edition. Shifting to get more comfortable, she wiggles in his lap and hears him suck in a breath. The hand on her waist shakes a little.
Feeling bold, she turns on his lap to face him and interrupts his mini lesson to silence him with a kiss. Her hand comes up to touch his cheek and moves up into his hair, holding him closer, deepening the kiss. He moans into her mouth and sucks gently on her bottom lip. She can't stop squirming, clenching her thighs together, seeking something, needing something to ease this aching pressure she feels.
An idea pops into her head and she quickly moves up and off of him. He whines at the loss but his dark eyes watch her intently; Waiting for her next move.
"I want to try something…Master." She whispers into his ear. He chokes on a groan, his mouth falls open and snaps shut. She holds back a giggle, feeling more confident at his reaction.
When she sank to her knees in front of him, it was all the further motivation he needed. She watched the line of his jaw harden as his left hand reached down to stroke her hair, pushing it out of the way and behind her ears.
From this angle, there was no hiding how hard he was, the tent in his pants tight enough that she thought it must be painful.
Good.
She kept her face contrite, though, biting her bottom lip as she stared up at him.
She needed to know how he felt in her mouth, needed to hear him fall apart, knowing that she was the cause of it. Needed to feel how heavy and thick he was on her tongue, because while his fingers and mouth were exceptionally good at bringing her to her own orgasms, she wanted to return the favor, to make him feel good too.
She wanted to feel powerful again, like she had the night before– or was it earlier this morning? The past twenty four hours had felt like an entire week, blending together; an endless day.
His left hand moved back to her jaw, running his thumb over her bottom lip until she opened her mouth for him. She closed her clips around his thumb and ran her tongue on the underside.
With his right hand, he moved down to work, fingers undoing the buckle of his belt, then button, then the zipper, before he tugged himself free. He left her like that, mouth watering, sucking on his thumb, watching as he squeezed the root of his cock. Wishing he'd just put it in her mouth already.
But she waited patiently, digging her nails into her palms as he leaned forward in his chair, painting the curve of her upper lip with the tip of his cock, before slapping it on her now outstretched tongue. "The princess wants my cock?" he asked, the words clearly more for himself than her, the edges of his syllables rasped.
Chrissy nodded as best she could, her eyes never leaving his, forcing her jaw to stretch wider at his insistence so that he could press the tip of his cock past her lips. She took it with a soft whimper, curling her tongue slightly as he fed her another inch, the warmth and taste of his skin making her head spin. When she closed her lips around him at his insistence and sucked, she watched the color rise on the apples of his cheeks. Watched as his breath caught.
He actually growled when she swallowed around him, pressing the tip of her tongue against the thick vein on the underside of his length. The hand not guiding his cock further into her mouth cupped the side of her head, holding her in place even as tears started in the corners of her eyes from the pressure. "That's it, baby. Good girl. Swallow all of it down; I know you can do it."
Careful to open her jaw a little wider, she tried to take all of him, stopping only when she started to gag.
He slowly began to slip out, his thumb rubbing her cheek in a soothing manner. "Easy, baby. You don't have to do that if you don't want to." He tells her gently.
She's almost surprised at his tender tone. He's not pushing her, he's not demanding, forceful. Jason is- was. The comparison makes her want it even more. He's nothing like Jason and that thought itself has her clenching her thighs together, feeling herself become more wet.
She took the head of his cock back into her mouth and sucked, hollowing her cheeks until his teeth clenched so hard she thought she could hear it. Her head bobbed over the length of him, her hand working the remaining inches of his length that her mouth couldn't reach without effort. He praised her all the while, moaning as he tugged her hair out of her face so he could get a better look.
Stomach tightening with determination, she held his gaze once more as she swallowed him down as far as she could go, gripping his knees to brace herself as she managed to fit nearly all of his dick down her throat before she felt herself reach the limit.
It was enough to watch his eyes go glassy, his lips parting with a surprised groan, his hips jerking forward slightly to try and fit the rest of himself inside of her tight throat.
When she reached closer to take his balls into her hand, snaking her hand down the open front of his pants to cup them in her palm, "Chris- Fuck!" he swore, slamming his fist down on the side of the chair as cum spilled, hot and thick, down her throat. Chrissy choked, not having expected him to finish, nose scrunching in surprise.
There was something transcendent about watching the way his face contorted as he felt her swallow his spend, felt her throat work to take everything she could into herself before he finally pulled out.
"Oh my God. That was– that was– fuck. I can't even think right now baby." He panted, softly tracing her cheek with his thumb.
Baby. She practically purred at the pet name. Much sweeter, better, than babe.
The orgasm that followed, Chrissy spread out on the floor, Eddie's tongue and fingers working her up into the quickest completion of her life, was worth the slight bruising on her neck from his love bites.
It was well worth the high-necked shirts she'd have to find an excuse to wear during spring break.
The rest of their spring break was spent sneaking in and out of her room, staying over at Eddie's place, hanging out with Dustin, Max and the rest of the gang. Her days were filled with laughter and light while her nights were endlessly filled with Eddie.
