I wish I could write my own life like I can write theirs. Oh well. I'm pretty used to disappointment. I grew up in the grunge era and I don't think that mentality ever changed for me. I'm sure I'm a joy to be around.
El awoke to the sound of a car backing out of the driveway. As she peered through Nancy's window out onto Maple Street she saw the Wheeler family car driving away. What she noticed more than that though was how dark it was for 7:30 in the morning. Storm clouds loomed heavy and gray and El was suddenly afraid.
Fearing that maybe not everyone had left, El quietly made her way to Mike's room. It was even darker than it should be for the time of day but she could just make out his form under the blankets. As she heard him breathing softly, clearly sleeping, El felt somewhat better.
At first she stood silently, having an inward argument with herself. El wanted to climb into bed with him and snuggle close. She had the feeling he'd be very warm and that she'd feel like all of her worries were gone but her mind kept playing games with her, telling her the opposite.
It was just for fun. He just wanted to show off.
No, El knew that wasn't right. There had been a connection they could both feel.
He's had you now. Why would he want you again? No one wants you.
The voices continued and El felt like she might start crying but then a loud crash of thunder rang out and El found that her feet had instinctively carried her to Mike's bed and she was climbing into it before she knew what was happening. Mike was still asleep so she carefully cuddled into him, her arm wrapping around his waist as she tucked her head under his chin.
Mike was dreaming. He was in a forest and it was raining…hard. Everything was dark except for where his eyes roamed. He only jerked awake when he felt something tickling his face. The images and feelings from his dream still remained.
"Hi," El whispered to a very sleepy Mike.
"Huh? El? But I was just…" he trailed off, not knowing how to explain that he had just been dreaming about her, or something.
"What's the matter?" She stroked his cheek and Mike felt himself relax. Sleep was still hanging all around him and he felt swimmy and feeling El against him made him want to remain in that little bubble.
"N-nothing. I was dreaming. It was like…well it was you. Only we were in the woods and much younger, like maybe twelve. It was raining so hard and you looked so scared. I woke up feeling like…" Again Mike stopped himself, unsure if he should give too many details.
"Like what?" Her voice was so soothing that Mike knew he could tell her.
"Like my heart was swelling and breaking at the same time."
El wasn't sure exactly what that meant but she couldn't hold back anymore. She eased her leg over Mike's torso and then her body followed until she was on top of him. She didn't say anything as she started to kiss him. His messy hair on the pillow and his sleepy eyes drooping and his soft voice were too much for her and she had to do something.
If El had thought that feeling Mike against her made her fear of the storm subside, then kissing him made it disappear altogether. She could tell he was still in the stage where he wasn't fully awake and it was both endearing and hot. He was kissing her back, his hands slipping underneath the t-shirt of his that she had slept in. She had been right; Mike was so warm and she felt like there was no place else she'd rather be. Soon his arms were around her and El sighed into his mouth. She knew what she wanted.
She broke from his mouth and kissed his neck, then proceeded down his shirtless torso. He was wearing flannel pajama pants but El knew those would be no problem.
"I wanted to do this last night but we did, um, other things," El said as she slid her thumbs under the waistband of his pants. "I just wanna see if I'm any good at it."
Mike looked down and even though it was darker in his room than it normally was due to the storm, he could see El's fuzzy head dipping down as she freed his member from his flannel pants. He was hard; a combination of the morning and her snuggling up next to him unannounced. Mike watched as El took the tip of his dick into her mouth. She was almost inspecting it with her tongue, as though she was trying to memorize a foreign landscape.
"See if you're any good at what, El?" Mike asked. Her big eyes met his while his cock was still just barely sticking into her mouth. Mike felt her lick the tip slowly with her tongue before answering.
"I've never really given a blowjob before. Last night was the first time I'd been so close to a guy's…to a cock. And then I got too turned on to really continue it. I want to do it now. Will you tell me if I'm not very good and what to do to be better?"
"Well if you want to know something, I've never gotten one before. But I can tell you if I think you should do something different. If you want? I'll at least tell you what feels good. What you're doing now…do that some more."
"What? This?" El sucked on just the tip, not taking any of the shaft into her mouth. She circled her tongue around it, letting it gently dip into the tiny slit at the top, and then went back to circling. She could feel that she was already wet but she was focused on doing this for Mike, even though she knew she probably couldn't do it long enough to make him cum, if the previous night was any indication.
"Fuck, yeah that. You can't go wrong with licking. You just wanna keep your teeth out of the mix…at least I'm pretty sure." Mike couldn't resist reaching down to rub her head as she sucked on his cock. With every pass she started taking more and more into her mouth. The increments were tiny but to Mike it was delicious anticipation as he watched more and more of his dick disappear behind her perfect lips. He had become rock hard. El's mouth was warm and wet and she was sucking with the best combination of lips and tongue, using exactly the right amount of suction.
"Christ, you're sure you haven't done this before? El, you're like, really good at this."
El smiled at the compliment. She wanted to please him and it made her feel good that so far she was doing it correctly. She got bolder, taking more into her mouth. She could feel the tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged, pulling back and coughing.
"Sorry, I took too much," El apologized. Mike just caressed her head.
"Don't apologize. You're doing great. And it may have been too much but you gagging on my hard dick was really hot." Mike was resisting the urge to push up into her, not wanting to frighten her on her first time. She was making him feel really good though and he didn't know how long he could reasonably hold out before needing to grab her and pull her body onto his. Her mouth felt amazing but Mike knew it would take more than that, and he was glad, because he couldn't seem to get enough of El Hopper.
"Am I? What does it feel like if I do this?" She pulled all the skin down to the base, making Mike's shaft smooth and tight, and then proceeded to lick him and suck all along his shaft as though she was removing drips from a popsicle. Mike moaned at the new sensation.
"Fuck, that's so good," Mike groaned as he felt her fingers start to massage his balls. "Oh, damn, that's even better. How are you some cocksucking wizard? Oohhh..."
El liked that she was making Mike speechless. Mike never seemed to be speechless so she thought she was on the right track. She was on fire though, so turned on, and was glad that she was only wearing a t-shirt. She wanted to do all she could for Mike but even as she was lapping away at his cock she was finding herself with his thigh between her legs and she was grinding on it, so desperate for some sort of relief.
Mike noticed. Feeling her grind her bare and needy pussy on his leg sent shockwaves through him.
"Are you turned on right now, El? Is sucking my dick making you wet? You know I can help you with that. You know I want to," Mike was saying, still rubbing her head and looking down to watch, having thrown off the blanket so he could see everything. Just then the phone rang, cutting shrilly through the darkened room and startling them both.
"Don't stop?" Mike asked as he reached over to answer the phone. After Nancy moved out the phone went into his bedroom though he didn't use it much. No one ever called him and he certainly wasn't using it to try to date any of the girls in Hawkins.
El nodded, going back to her work. She took him all the way in once more as he brought the receiver to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Mike, sweetie, we're almost to Holly's dance competition but the storm has knocked down trees and they're blocking the road on both sides so we're going to be here for the rest of the day. But honey, it's moving toward Hawkins and there could be tornadoes. I'm so worried about you there all alone," Karen Wheeler said to her son.
"I'm okay, Mom. And El's still here so I'm not totally alone," Mike replied.
"I'm sure Chief Hopper will have his hands full today. There's debris everywhere and it's only supposed to get worse. Your dad has a colleague who lives here so we're at his house and he has a storm shelter if things get bad again. But you make sure El feels safe," she was saying.
Mike smiled and moved the receiver to his shoulder, tilting his head to hold it in place with his ear. He used both hands to pull El up, quickly slipping a finger over her mouth to indicate her to be quiet.
"Shhhhh," Mike mimed, not wanting his mother to know he wasn't in bed alone. He positioned El over his cock and could feel the heat radiating from her.
El couldn't wait any longer and started to rub herself over him, making Mike's dick all slippery.
"Don't worry, Mom. I'll make sure she feels safe," Mike said with confidence as he used his hands to tilt her forward until he could feel the tip of his cock just barely slide into her warm opening. "I'll take care of her and make sure she has everything she," Mike pushed her down onto his raging erection, "needs."
El was biting her lip to keep from making noise. Hearing him have a casual conversation with his mother while he started to fuck her was the sexiest thing. How he told his mother exactly what she wanted to hear while giving El exactly what she needed made El feel naughty in the best way. Mike, this quiet boy from school who had awful rumors spread about him, never seemed to stop surprising her and he gave the best surprises.
"You two take care and if the storm gets worse go down into the basement. There are blankets and flashlights in the closet and probably a few candles if you need them. Just wait it out and Mike, don't go outside. Please." Karen explained.
"We won't, Mom." El was getting into it, riding him slowly so as not to cause the bedsprings to squeak, "We'll stay inside. I'm sure we can find things to do." Mike smiled up at El, loving how she looked when she was above him. She would go from watching his face as he spoke to his mother to looking at her pussy as she took him inside her. Mike wondered what she was thinking.
"Good boy. You're always so dependable. Okay, well I love you and we'll be home when they can clear the-" Suddenly the power blew. The phone line went dead and the house seemed eerie with the sudden quietness. The gentle, usually unnoticeable, hum of all of the electrical appliances stopped and all Mike and El could hear was the storm.
"Well we don't need power," Mike said as he hung up the phone and started to really fuck El. He sat up with her still straddling him. He pulled her close and kissed her, hungry, needy kisses that he'd had to hold back for almost twenty minutes.
"I can't believe you did that while you were talking to your mom," El said, breathless. She was still rocking on him but mostly just keeping him as far inside as she could and grinding herself down on his dick. She felt no rush and liked sitting in the middle of Mike's bed with him, liked how he was kissing her, liked how his cock fit inside her. From her position she could play with his hair and she was running her fingers through it as they kissed. With no threat of his parents, El could give all her attention to how his lips felt, how his tongue didn't seem slimy, instead feeling like it belonged in her mouth. She could notice how he smelled and how gentle he was when he touched her.
"I thought it was pretty hot. And I needed you. You were making me crazy with your insane cocksucking. You're really good at it," Mike said between kisses. "And my mom wants me to make sure you have anything you need. Is there something you need?" He kidded, his hands moving to her ass and squeezing.
"I think you're taking care of that right now," El answered. She discovered that his hands on her ass made her feel extra tingly and she thought maybe later she'd talk to him about that. But for now, they were doing this other thing.
"Am I?" What were you thinking while I was talking to my mom? When you were watching yourself fuck me."
"I was thinking how good it looked, seeing your dick slide into me. I liked how I could see my clit bumping on the top of your shaft. And I was thinking that it was supposed to be harder than this."
Mike was taken aback. He thought he was pretty hard so he didn't know what to think. El giggled upon realizing her choice of words had confused him.
"No, silly. I meant like…I didn't know it would be so easy to feel so, I don't know. Whatever it is I'm feeling. I like it, I know that much." El stopped moving and just sat with Mike's cock buried inside her. She laid her head on his shoulder and spoke quietly as he rubbed her back. "Like that, you're rubbing my back right now and I didn't ask you to but I really want you to. It's like you know what I need. Maybe before I do. And I haven't known you long but I feel like I could tell you anything," El hugged him tightly, feeling him slip deeper inside with the added pressure.
"You can tell me anything, El. I get it. I do. I can't explain it either. I mean, yeah, I think you're really pretty. Fuck that, I think you're amazingly beautiful, but it's more than that. Okay, yeah I'm rubbing your back and you wanted that and hadn't asked, that's one thing. But El, I was dreaming about you and it felt so real, like something I'd lived in a past life, and then when I opened my eyes you were in bed with me. So that means something to me. Maybe we really are connected."
El was starting to having emotions bubbling up that she wasn't ready to deal with so she steered the conversation in another direction. The feelings, the emotional ones, were becoming too much for a girl who had been alone a lot or felt thrown away or unwanted. She had to buffer them.
"We're connected right now, Mike. Look at our connection. See how shiny it is? Look how wide my pussy lips have to stretch open to take you inside. Look how wet we are because you've turned me on so much. And you feel really good. Let's do this. Can we?"
"Fuck yes we can," Mike rolled her backwards, wanting to be able to really thrust into her. El seemed happy to go wherever he wanted. Mike had just gotten on his knees and was bouncing his cock on her pussy, slapping it against her lips and teasing her. El was laughing but then the tornado sirens started and Mike could tell they were the ones on his side of town.
"What's that?" El asked, all of a sudden afraid again.
"Shit, the tornado sirens. Come on, let's go to the basement. It's safer." Mike could see the worried look on her face so as they stood up from his bed, El looking almost frantic, he pulled her close. "It's gonna be okay. Nothing is going to happen to us. I promise. Do you trust me?"
"Somehow…I know that I do."
They made their way down to the basement. Mike carried some sweatpants and a couple of shirts for them to wear later. Once downstairs, everything seemed far more eerie. It was too dark for that time of morning and the winds were screaming.
Mike tossed the clothes on the table, the roof to a blanket fort he'd made when he was a kid and had just never taken down. He knew how ridiculous he must look moving naked through the basement but he wanted to make El feel comfortable and thought making some sort of pallet for them to sit on while the storm carried on would make her feel safer. He took the cushions off the sofa and laid them in the floor underneath the stairs, covering them with blankets from the closet. He kept a couple of blankets for them to use as cover and found every pillow he could to make it soft. It actually reminded him of the floor of the blanket fort when he was done.
"We could just get in there," El said as she too noticed the similarities.
"You could. I'm too fucking tall."
El knew he had a point. He was easily going to be a foot taller than her in another year, maybe even taller. Seeing him make such a fuss over making her feel safe warmed her heart even more and she had to shut down the feelings. She needed to let her body do the thinking because her mind was making her think things that were terrifyingly desirable.
But the storm was still more frightening than she'd imagined. Thunderstorms were one thing but El had never been in a tornado, nor had she even been under a tornado warning. Mike could see her fear.
"Come here," he said, sitting down on the blankets and beckoning her to him. His back was against the shelves and he could see the basement through the stairs. His mother had them carpeted a year earlier when she almost slipped and the fuzzy shag helped to muffle the din of the storm, but didn't make it go away.
El sat down with her back against Mike's chest, sitting between his opened legs. Mike wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her hair. She wanted to continue what they'd started upstairs but had become anxious with the threat of an approaching tornado. Mike could sense it. He started to rub her head, gently letting his fingers massage and stroke the softness of her hair, or what was left of it. El could feel herself already starting to relax. After a few minutes she felt him kiss her shoulder, still scratching her head. The scratching was sending shivers down her spine.
"That feels nice," she breathed, starting to forget why they were in the basement.
"Yeah? Should I scratch anywhere else?" Mike asked even as his hands left her head and found her breasts. He barely touched her nipples, which made her want it even more. He could feel her pushing back against his dick so much that it was resting in the crack of her ass.
"I think maybe you could scratch a little lower? Maybe?"
"Like here?" Mike asked. His hands went to her thighs and he caressed them, running his fingers over the smooth skin of the insides of her legs. El spread her legs wider.
"Mmm, yeah, but maybe a little higher too?" El thought their guessing game, as though neither of them knew what they wanted, was hotter than just saying it.
"Oh? Like here?" Mike kept one hand on her inner thigh, so close to her aching pussy, and put the other one on her lower abdomen so that his fingers were just almost touching her where she wanted them to.
"Closer." El shifted where she sat, almost insane with arousal.
"What about here, El?" Mike finally touched her. He could feel the downy softness of her lips as his fingers passed over them. He held back for a minute, just feeling her, feeling how wet she was and hearing how her breath jumped and hitched with each touch of his fingers.
"Uh huh, right there." El's head fell back against him.
Mike started to finger her, to rub her clit with his hand. From his angle it was almost as if he was doing it to himself and he could reach everywhere he wanted. He kept the heel of his hand on her clit, feeling the little bud against his palm, and slipped a finger inside her.
"Is it okay if I make you cum?" Mike asked.
"As many times as you want," El answered without thinking.
Mike started to work his hand inside her. He wasn't just ramming his fingers in and out, he had a method.
"You know," Mike whispered into her ear as he touched her, "the G spot isn't really a spot at all. You can't like, point to it on a diagram. It's an area. I'm gonna show you."
El didn't know what to say. She couldn't really say anything because he was doing so much more than just fingering her. His fingers were inside her, true, but it wasn't some piston motion of his wrist. As he slid them in he pushed from the bottom and then the tips of his fingers, his first two, arched up and El felt a sensation of erotic pressure. She could tell that if he kept doing it she was going to cum…maybe more. She didn't know what more could consist of but from what she was feeling when he did that, she knew it was going to be amazing.
"Oh God," El breathed.
"Is it good?" Mike asked.
"So good," El answered.
Mike kept it up, not forgetting to stimulate her engorged clit.
"My dick is in your ass crack. Is that okay?" Mike asked as his fingers pressed and curled, making her cry out.
"I l-like it there. I wanted to see…no we can talk about that later. This feels too good right now," El panted.
Mike thought he might know what she was talking about but that was something he was definitely going to let her take the lead on.
"Last night," Mike whispered, licking her earlobe, "you said something about maybe making a different kind of movie. What were you talking about, El? Tell me while I make you cum. I can feel you tensing up."
El could feel it too. Whatever he was doing with his hand, or feeling his dick rubbing on her ass, or the combination of everything, was going to push her over the edge quickly.
"I…if you wanted. I'd let you film us. Doing this. Doing anything. I'd kinda like to see it…to watch you put your hard dick in me and fuck me until I'm cumming all over you. Oh, Mike, don't stop. Oh! Your fingers..." El covered his hand with her own, pushing him into her with all her force.
"You wanna watch me fuck you? El, that's so hot. Just think about it. Think about it and cum on my hand. Do it now, El."
El was helpless. When he gave her orders something in her could only obey and she felt so sexy doing as he asked.
"I could watch you…fuck me in every position and make me c-cum. Oh fuck, Mike. I'm cumming. Now! Hnnnnnn…"
El felt it harder than ever. Whatever Mike was massaging inside her made her quiver and shake. She could see her own legs trembling violently as his hand remained inside her. She looked down and could see liquid coming out and was afraid she'd peed all over the blanket.
"Oh my God, what is that?" El asked, totally embarrassed.
"Don't worry, it happens sometimes when you get the right amount of stimulation. Not every girl does it but I'm pretty sure every guy thinks it's the hottest thing ever. Don't be embarrassed. Fuck, you are so hot and that was like…I'll be thinking about that when I'm all alone until I'm 80."
Mike's words made her feel a little better. After all, he was the one who had seen all the porn so El assumed he knew what he was talking about. It took a couple of minutes for her to regain herself. Mike was so patient, easing his hand out of her and lightly petting her pussy, his fingers being gentle as he stroked her until she was breathing normally.
"That was…how did you do that?" El asked.
"I just…knew what you needed me to do," Mike said. He had seen stuff in porn and in books but he really felt like he just went with the flow and listened to her body. There was something about how they reacted to one another that was clearly beneficial to them both.
"I did need it. And now I want to give you what you need," El said, turning in his arms. She was so overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm and still so turned on that she threw caution to the wind and decided to ask for something she'd been wondering about. El kissed him long and slow and then, getting up quickly, she left Mike slack-jawed as she walked away. "I'll be right back."
Mike didn't know what she was doing but he couldn't help watching her walk to the other side of the room. His eyes never left her perfect ass as it swayed back and forth with her strides.
El came back a moment later, a shy smile on her face.
"Um, I was wondering, I got the powder brush again, but um, I was wondering what it would feel like if you tickled my ass with it. I'd like it to be while you fucked me but I don't know how we could do that." El said, slightly embarrassed at what she'd asked for.
Mike gulped. This was turning out to be a fantasy.
"You, really? I mean, fuck, El. How much hotter do you get? If you want me to do it while I fuck you I know how we can. But first, want me to just tickle you with it? Let you see how it feels?"
El nodded.
"Okay. Umm, oh, here. Let me just put this pillow like this." Mike positioned a rather large pillow in the middle of the blanket they were on top of. "Now lay over it, like with it under your pussy so that your ass is kinda raised up. Yeah, like that. On the edge so you're hanging off a little. That's perfect." Mike just looked at her. The pillow caused her ass to be slightly in the air while it also helped her spread her legs. He thought it would be no problem to fuck her from that position and still use the brush on her little asshole. But the sight was so compelling. He had to just touch her first.
"You don't know how god you look right now. El, you're like, perfect." Mike bent forward and kissed each cheek.
El felt it and it turned her on even more.
"I don't think so. But if you're happy then that's good enough for me." El said, not able to take all of Mike's compliments.
"I'm about to make you happy, El." Mike grazed over her with the little brush, starting at her lower back and moving to where she'd asked to feel it. He could hear her sigh as he reached her tight asshole, tickling her with the soft bristles. Mike could see her cunt and how it was dripping onto the pillow underneath her.
"You said you liked my dick in the crack of your ass earlier, while I was making you cum with my hand. What did you like about it? What did it make you think of?" Mike asked, feeling like he already knew her answer.
"It felt…well I know it's something we're not supposed to do. Like, the naughtiest or whatever…oh God, Mike, don't stop with that brush please…but that makes it hotter. And it felt nice. I could feel…well damn I might as well say it. I could feel it touch my asshole every now and then and it made me gush more. It made me wetter when your cock touched me there. So I was thinking that other things might feel good there. And then I remembered that this little powder brush was still down here and I know how much I like that on my pussy. I just…wanted to see what it felt like."
"And what does it feel like, El?"
"Feels like…like…like I might want to feel you touch me there for real."
Mike didn't say anything. He moved the brush to his other hand and reached between El's legs, getting his fingers slippery with her juices. They were coated in no time and Mike proceeded to touch her on her sensitive asshole. He just brushed over it, using his index finger, playing with it and feeling the contours of the skin there. El sighed audibly.
"Like this? I can just lightly touch you, El. I can touch you however you want me to. I want you to know I've seen a lot of porn and your asshole is beautiful. I know that sounds weird but it's true. It's so sexy when I do this," Mike touched her hole, feeling her open slightly, feeling the tiniest tip of his finger slip just inside, "I can see how your body likes it. And I can see your pussy dripping. El, I think I'm gonna have to put my dick back inside you soon. Doing this to you is making it hurt, I want you so badly."
"Okay then. That's what I want too." El leaned forward, making her pussy more accessible to him. "But first, ugh, I can't believe I'm asking you this. Can you show me what it feels like when you put your finger inside? Like in my ass? I'm too curious."
Mike could hear the howling winds outside and how the rain was tormenting the roof and windows, could hear the sirens still blaring, but all he could think of was what she'd just asked.
"Okay, I'll be gentle and slow. I'll do it now." Mike placed his finger at her opening and pressed lightly. El opened for him, her asshole was wet with natural lubrication from her pussy and Mike expected that even if she took his finger in she'd say she wanted him to take it out, that she didn't like it, that it hurt.
El didn't say that.
"Oh my God. Is it supposed to feel nice? I don't think it is…but it does. Maybe you just have me so turned on you could do anything to me right now. I think I want you to. I need you to. You can leave your finger in but I need to feel your cock in my pussy. I need it now, Mike. Please?"
Mike hadn't forgotten the reason they were in this position in the first place. She had wanted him to fuck her while he tickled her asshole with that little brush. But now he was thinking maybe more would happen than he'd ever let himself imagine. But still, he wanted to give her what she wanted.
Mike pulled his finger out of her and gripped her hips, lining his cock up with her pussy.
"You're going to get everything you want. I promise." Mike slid in hard, both of them moaning and sighing together. He fell forward, the pillow underneath her making the angle almost too perfect and Mike fucked her like that, sensually thrusting inside, not even pulling out much, wanting their bodies to be as close as possible. He could kiss her neck and her head from where he was and he did so as his cock slid into her with short jabs.
"Oh God, I can feel the pillow rubbing on me. Mike, it's gonna make me cum again," El warned, though after she said it she wasn't sure why she was worried.
"That's okay. There's something I want to do anyway." Mike pushed himself back up, getting the brush and ticking her asshole while he was still fucking her. Just like she'd asked.
"Oh! Oh fuck! Mike, it's too good. Make me cum like this and I'll let you put it in my ass. That's what I want but I was afraid to say. But…oh…Miiiikkkee!" El came again, not even meaning to or trying to. She couldn't stop it if she'd wanted to. Mike's cock filling her up while he was tickling her with the brush, and hearing herself say that she'd let him put it in her ass was more than her 17-year-old mind could handle and she came all over Mike's cock.
"Yeah, I like it when you cum. You feel so good and you look so hot when you do. I love how your back arches and I can feel you gripping my dick with your pussy, like you're sucking me off with it. And I like it when you say my name. I wanna put my dick in your ass, El. It felt so nice to have my finger in there, but the nicest part is you wanting me to do it. Asking me to fuck you in the ass? You're hotter than the sun."
El liked hearing Mike talk to her too. The way he was so confident, how he knew what he wanted, or more importantly, what she wanted, was enough to make her think things she'd never before let herself think.
"I'm ready. Mike, you've made me cum twice already and I don't feel like it's enough. I still want to feel you more. So will you do it? Will you put it where you're not supposed to?"
Hearing her put it that way sent Mike into a lustful frenzy. But he knew he had to take his time and be gentle.
"Okay, I'm gonna go slow. I'll tell you what's happening. If you want me to stop all you have to do is tell me to and I'll stop." Mike touched her hole with the head of his dick. He was still covered in her cum and other natural juices and he could see the glistening tip rubbing against her. "Oh, fuck, El. I'm not even pressing into you yet and you're already trying to open for me. I'm gonna push in now. You're about to have my dick in your ass." Mike felt it as he watched. He thought it would be difficult but apparently she was so turned on that she could take it. His head slipped in and he felt how tight it was. He had to hold his breath as the sensation was so awesome that he almost lost his load right then.
"How is it?" Mike forced himself to ask.
"I feel full, but I think I could be fuller. Keep going," El said, trying to look back over her shoulder. She noticed when she turned her head that the pillow underneath her had somehow shifted as they'd been fucking and now the corner of it was resting against her clit. She could easily rub herself on it.
Mike obliged. He felt himself sink further into her, gauging her breathing and checking for any signs of distress. There were none, in fact, El seemed to be pushing back as he continued to enter her tightest hole.
"I'm all the way inside you, El. My cock is in your ass. And you feel wonderful. You're so tight. I know I might be able to go for a while but I really don't know in this situation. I didn't think I'd ever be in something so deliciously tight. Want me to just hold it here for a minute?"
El looked back at him, feeling the cushion on her swollen clit.
"No, I want you to fuck it. Fuck my ass, Mike. Cum in it. That's what I want."
Mike was surprised at how forward she was. It was true that they had talked a little dirty the night before but he had probably been the leader of that. The girl before him now knew exactly what she wanted and she even seemed to know how much it turned him on to hear her talk that way. Mike didn't know if she was doing it for his benefit or because she was so caught up in her own desires, but either way, he was going to do it.
As he started to rhythmically fuck into her, El mentioned one more thing.
"And will you tell me what you see as you do it? I want to know."
Oh fuck, how did I get so lucky?
"My cock is making you open up. Your asshole is wrapped around it like a rubber band. I can feel how smooth your insides are. It's not exactly the same as your pussy, I can't totally describe it, but it's like…the skin in there is so soft and smooth while the ring of your asshole is so tight around me. The difference between the two is so fucking erotic. Can you feel how far I am? Can you feel my cock all the way in?" Mike was increasing his speed. She felt so good around his dick and it felt so intimate that he knew he didn't have long. It wasn't like just fucking; it was more because it was such a vulnerable position and she'd asked for it and she wanted it and she wanted him to tell her about it. It was more than a boy could take.
"I can f-feel it. Mike, the pillow, I can rub…can you cum in my ass while I cum on this pillow? I want to cum with you. I need to. I need to feel close to you." It was out before she'd thought about it. Her need to feel close to him was starting to become overwhelming and she knew it wasn't just the sex.
"Rub yourself on that pillow. Let it make you cum, El. I'll wait for you. I'm so close but I can hang on. You feel so amazing. Everything about you is amazing." The sirens wailed outside as the storm of lust that was Mike and El raged in the basement.
Mike felt her spread her legs more, making her lay almost all the way on her stomach with her ass just barely raised. He let himself fall over her, hearing her moan as the position suddenly changed.
"Oh, fuck yes, just like that. Fuck me just like that. It's so much better this way, with you on top of me. You're pushing me into the pillow…Mike…don't stop. I'm…I'm! Oh! Please fill me up I'm cumming. Let me feel it while my pussy c-cuuummms…"
Mike could tell when I happened. El's pelvis pushed down into the pillow and he felt her spasm, even with his dick in her ass he could feel the rhythmic pulsing and he definitely could feel her legs shaking. Her whole body was shaking actually but he didn't have a lot of time to think about it because it was then that Mike let go and dumped long ropey strings of hot cum into El's ass.
"Fuck! El, I'm cumming in you!"
"I feel it! I want it, Mike. You're such a good boy. You always give me what I ask for." She was still quaking as she felt him empty into her. When he was finally finished he tried to roll off of her but El wouldn't let him. "No, stay. For a minute. I don't want you to leave me yet."
"El, I'm not leaving you. I just don't want to squish you."
"I like it when you squish me." El held on to him as best as she could from underneath him, letting her arms find whatever they could. Mike seemed to know what she needed so he held her that way until they finally rolled over and held each other.
The sirens finally stopped and the thunder seemed to be more distant.
"El?" Mike asked as they lay together in the floor. He had covered them with the blanket and they could hear the rain hitting the roof, causing them to feel drowsy after such exertion.
"Yeah?"
"What is this? I mean, this is kinda…intense? But in a good way. I just…do you feel it too? Like, I don't know. Maybe I'm reading too much into it."
El sighed. She had been avoiding listening to her true feelings, letting her body have fun. Now Mike was asking and she needed to be honest.
"I feel something. Like, I wouldn't do that with just anyone. I know the way this happened, I don't really come off as anything but a slut, but you just made me feel things I'd never felt, if I'm being honest with myself. And with you. I feel like there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you and even though I get scared, I don't think you'd judge me on anything I might tell you. Like you said, we're connected. And I didn't want to admit it and I tried to push it away, but there's definitely something. And I don't want to stop feeling it. So while I don't know exactly what it is I do know that I want more of it. And um, I don't even just mean sex. I want…"
Mike could see that she was having trouble.
"Yeah. I know. I want it too." He let her off the hook, knowing that two days into their friendship wasn't the time to be discussing the strong feelings he knew they were both having.
They dozed into the afternoon and had just put clothes on when Mike's parents returned home. Karen praised Mike for how well he'd handled being alone in such a storm.
"And did he make sure you had everything you needed, El?" Karen asked.
El and Mike exchanged glances, both smiling.
"Everything. Even more than that. Mike took care of everything."
"That's my good dependable boy. Isn't he so dependable, El?" Karen smiled brightly at Mike.
"Mike showed me more than once how dependable he really is. I don't know what I'd do without him." El knew she'd have to go home soon since the storm was over and she just wanted a few more minutes alone with Mike.
Karen noticed that something was different about the two of them, at least, different than it had been the previous night at dinner but she chalked it up to them waiting out a scary storm together and nothing more.
"Well feel free to come back to finish your project. You were no problem at all. You can even stay here with us any time your dad is working all night. You know that, right? I don't ever want to hear about you being left home all alone."
"Really? Thanks, Mrs. Wheeler. He's actually out at least once a week. I'd really like not being so alone."
Karen hugged her again. "Any time, sweetie."
Since they'd seen the streets on their way back home and knew that the damage wasn't as bad as they'd feared, Karen let Mike drive El back to her house. They rode in silence, but it was in no way awkward.
Sitting in the car outside her house, Mike spoke first.
"I had a really good time with you. Um, I just, I hope we can hang out again."
El took his hand in hers.
"Why wouldn't we?"
"Well, we've still got school on Monday. I'm sure you'll get to hear more shit they'll say about me and I understand that it's off-putting. I get it." Mike looked down.
"Mike, don't worry. None of them matter to me. You do." The last part was said so quietly that Mike almost didn't hear her.
Mike slid across the seat and kissed her. He didn't care if someone saw. He needed her to know.
"El, this wasn't just something that happened. I feel like it was supposed to. I feel like it's just the beginning of a book I'm never gonna want to end. I want you to know that I feel something between us…like something big. Like fate. Or destiny. Or any of that other stuff that you hear about but don't believe because it's never happened to you. And I can't wait until we can finish our project."
El brightened. Hearing him talk about their project made her think of another thing they'd talked about.
"Yeah. Well I can't wait to work on our other project. I'm gonna fall asleep thinking about it tonight." El kissed him once more, pulling away just as her father's truck came barreling up the driveway.
El and Mike got out of the car and met her dad. Chief Hopper grunted at Mike, but then thanked him for keeping El safe.
"She wasn't any trouble was she?" Hopper asked as they stood in the driveway.
"No sir. I mean, we worked on our project and talked about getting it finished and we kinda, hunkered down during the storm. I'm actually glad El was there so I wasn't all alone." Mike was proud of himself for being so wickedly truthful.
"Good deal. Thanks for letting her stay. Your mom said she could stay over when I'm working nights. Is that okay with you? I know how she can be sometimes." Hopper glared at El's head as he said this, remembering her anger that had led to her grabbing the clippers in the first place.
"Sure. We didn't have any problems. We get along great," Mike said.
"Right! We definitely do." El chimed in.
"Well I have to work Monday night so if you want her again, she's yours."
Mike looked at El. He wanted to say the perfect thing.
"I guess she's mine then." Mike was pleased with his answer and didn't miss how El ducked her head to hide her blushing.
"Okay then. I'm going inside." Hopper huffed and entered the house, leaving Mike and El alone.
"So, see you at school Monday?" Mike asked.
"Yeah. See you at school. I'll bring some clothes for Tuesday? Ride home with you on your bike?" El seemed anxious, like he might say no.
"I'm afraid your dad is looking but I really want to kiss you again and yes, you can ride home with me on my bike and I can't wait to spend the night with you again. El, you make me feel like maybe my life isn't as shitty as I thought. You're definitely the brightest part of it."
El had never been told such a thing, especially by someone who also made her feel so special.
"And you're the brightest part of mine. I'll see you soon, Mike. Don't forget about me." El walked toward her house, stopping just at the door, where she knew she was out of her father's line of vision, and blew a kiss to Mike.
How could I ever forget you? You're the best thing I've ever encountered.
Mike pretended to catch her kiss and then got back in his car. As he drove home he wondered what it would be like when he saw her at school. Would she really still treat him the same way? Would it be awkward? Would he be able to control himself?
The last question was the real kicker. But Mike knew that whatever happened, his feelings for El Hopper were no longer romantic fantasies. This was the real thing.
Author's Note: There will be more, I'm just not sure right now when. I'll think of something. I like when people read my stuff but only one person's opinion will ever really matter to me.