I wish this was as fun to write as Losing My Religion was. But maybe it's at least okay to read(?). I figure I'll get them through the presentation of their project and then wrap it up. I don't plan to continue it forever.
The rest of the weekend went by achingly slowly. Mike thought about maybe riding his bike over to El's house, or maybe calling her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Even with all of the things they'd done, he still felt like that nerdy kid who got picked on at school and he was afraid that at some point El would see what the others saw. Mike wasn't ready for that yet.
But at the same time he couldn't wait for Monday.
Unbeknownst to her, El was having the same issues as Mike. She wanted to call him, or to see him, but she was also afraid that she had been too forward and that maybe after having some time to really think about it, Mike would reconsider everything and realize that she was some gross girl and that he could do better, even if it meant he had to wait until college. She'd had anal sex with him already. El cringed, thinking to herself that she was nothing anyone would want.
But she still wanted to see him at school.
Of course, Mike was late to school on Monday. He overslept, having been having the strangest yet most comforting dream where he was simply making out with El and then it turned into some nightmare that could have come straight from the mind of Stephen King but he wasn't afraid because El was still with him and she could read people's minds and knew what was coming, so they were protected, though he had to carry her the whole time. Mike didn't mind. The dream was more vivid than his dreams had been as of late and he woke up happy but after realizing that he was running behind, having to skip breakfast and race to school, he was in quite a foul mood. He hoped to at least get to talk to El when he got there but as he entered the hallway he was a little surprised to see her standing with a small group of girls, some popular ones he noted, and he didn't want to tarnish any chance she had at making friends by talking to her in front of them. Mike knew what they all thought of him.
El saw him walk in looking moody and sexy, but she had already been cornered by Stacy and Jennifer and was trying to be nice. She wanted to go talk to Mike; if she was honest she wanted to go kiss him, but she didn't dare because he looked mad and before she had a chance to politely exit her conversation with the girls, Mike had disappeared and El lost track of him.
And even though he'd looked mad El thought he looked amazing and every time she thought about him she'd smile like and fool and then hope that no one saw her.
If Mike had thought his day was going poorly before gym class, he was about to up the ante. While he was changing he overheard Troy and some other guys talking.
"Yeah, man. She went down. It was before she shaved her fucking head though. I don't know what that's about. She looks like a fucking dyke now," Troy was saying. Mike's ears had perked up at the mention of shaved head.
"Was she good?" A boy asked.
"Eh, I mean, having your dick sucked is always good. You know, like pizza. Even bad pizza is pretty good. Am I right? But she used her teeth too much and I wouldn't like, say she was the best I'd ever had."
Mike knew this was not true. El sucked cock like an expert, and he knew he was the only one who knew that.
"Did you fuck her?" Another question from yet another boy.
"I'm gonna. And I don't even care, I'm gonna cum so hard inside her. She'll be begging me for more the next day," Troy laughed.
Mike had heard enough.
"Fuck you, Troy. You're a liar." Mike stood up, having only changed his shirt.
"What do you know, you fucking queer? Oh, I guess you are the expert on blowjobs. Are you jealous? You want a turn?" With that Troy whipped his dick out of his shorts.
"What the fuck, Troy? Why do you always go there? Is it because of some latent homosexual fantasies you have? You're always doing that shit, snapping dudes' asses, talking about how I'm a faggot…maybe you're talking about yourself. Did you ever think of that? I mean, you lie about girls and you actively make smaller guys compare their dicks to yours. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?"
Mike's blood was boiling. He hadn't gotten to speak to El, actually found that he missed her, and now he was having to listen to Troy tell lies that would undoubtedly become the gospel in this backwoods, backwater, dumbfuck school.
And then, with his dick still hanging out of his shorts, Troy punched Mike in the face. Luckily there was such a commotion that the coach came barging in but Mike was still sent to the principal's office. He explained that he was taking up for Chief Hopper's daughter and the principal was sympathetic, knowing himself how Troy was, but he told Mike that if there were any more incidents he'd be suspended just like Troy. Since he hadn't been the one to throw the punch, he only got a warning. Mike thought it was bullshit, that he shouldn't get in trouble for something another kid did, but since there were no real consequences he thought he'd just put it behind him. It wasn't even third period yet and already his day was one of the worst. The only upside was that he pretty much got to skip gym altogether and his next class after that was English, where he'd get to sit next to El.
But of course, that didn't go as planned either. Mike was moody and hardly spoke to El. He felt like a dick but he was in such a bad mood he couldn't help it. When El asked if it was still cool for her to spend the night he only shrugged and then nodded. He didn't see how her face fell when he didn't seem happy to see her.
El spent the rest of the day worried that Mike didn't want her, but also not being able to stop thinking about him. So she thought she'd ask him to stop at her house on the way home, knowing that they'd be totally alone and maybe she could figure some things out.
"Mike, could we stop by my house first? I forgot something." El was standing on the pegs behind Mike as they rode home from school. He hadn't talked much to her and she was worried that she'd done something wrong.
Mike wordlessly changed direction, heading more toward El's side of town. El frowned. How was she supposed to finish their project and spend the night at his house if he wouldn't even talk to her? She felt dumb and ashamed that she'd let herself go so far with him sexually and was seriously rethinking her feelings.
The closer to her house they got, the madder El found herself getting. As far as she could tell there was no reason for him to be mad at her. She knew he had a black eye, but she didn't know what the fight was about because Mike had barely spoken to her. It wasn't her fault that the girls had grabbed her and asked her to sit with them at lunch before Mike came into the cafeteria. In fact, El had been going to go sit with him but she couldn't find him again after she first spotted his mop of hair and brooding face as he entered the room.
So when they entered her empty house, El wanted answers.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
Mike just shrugged. El sighed.
"Come back here while I get my stuff." Mike followed El down the hallway to her bedroom.
El's bedroom was bright and cheerful, with a soft white comforter and bedsheets with little pink roses on them. Her dresser had a large mirror and the reflections made the room seem bigger. Everything seemed airy and Mike saw baby pinks and purples everywhere he looked. Even her picture frames were colored. Everything took on a soft quality and Mike felt himself relax.
"Why haven't you talked to me today?" El finally asked. She had found what she wanted, extra underwear for tomorrow, and realized that she'd never before had a boy in her bedroom. A boy she really liked.
"It was a bad day. I'll just leave it at that. I mean, it started okay but that was when I was still asleep. I was having a cool dream. But then I was late and everything snowballed from there. You seem to have some new friends anyway."
His tone indicated jealousy. El didn't know why.
"Well why did you get in a fight? What's that about?" She asked.
"It doesn't matter."
"Mike, it does matter. To me. You have a black eye. How did you get it?"
"I said it doesn't matter."
"Stop being weird. And it does matter."
Mike didn't know why he was acting in such a way, being so abrasive and standoffish. He didn't know how he had gone from being excited to see El, to being jealous, and then to being argumentative.
"I'm not being weird!" Mike yelled.
"Well you certainly seem weird! We do all this… stuff. This sex stuff and now you barely have talked to me and it makes me feel really shitty, Mike. I'm kinda thinking you just used me. And now I'm asking about the well-being of your eye and you still won't even open up. What am I supposed to think? I thought…I thought there was something between us. I thought we felt something." El's voice got quieter.
"You want to know? Is it true? What Troy said?" Mike knew it wasn't and he was just arguing. He didn't even know why.
"What? What did he say?" El looked perplexed and a little stunned.
"He said you sucked his cock but that your teeth got in the way. So I said it wasn't true. Because even if it is, I don't want it to be. Then he punched me."
El's hand went to her mouth. Mike could see tears forming in her eyes and he knew none of it was true. He'd been such a wastoid for even acting as though it could be. He felt like an ass.
"El, I couldn't just let him talk about you like that. I said some choice things myself but I don't know if anyone will believe me. Probably not. So there's a good chance the whole school will think it's true. I'm sorry."
El reached out and caressed Mike's black eye.
"You got this standing up for me? To Troy? Does it hurt?"
"It's not as bad now." Mike had moved closer to her when she reached out and now they were standing only a couple of inches apart and right next to El's bed. "And before that I had been so excited for the day. You were in my dream and even though it changed and got scary, you were still there and it made me feel better. But then I didn't get to talk to you at school, and then stupid fucking Troy, so by English I was being a dick because I figured you'd come to your senses and not want anything to do with me, and then we didn't eat lunch together, so my whole day I was just in my head making everything worse."
"You dreamed about me? Mike, I dreamed about you too. Last night. Right here," El nodded toward her bed.
Mike looked at the bed and then back at El. They fell together, tangled, the frustrations of the day quickly melting away as they made out. In no time Mike was hard but El was ready for it, clawing at his jeans to unfasten them. Mike didn't want to think about school or Troy or anything that wasn't El.
"My mom is expecting us before 4:30 so we've gotta hurry," he whispered, turning her onto her stomach and pushing her already damp panties to the side. He left her skirt on, only pushing it up to give himself access. He did take a moment to admire her ass and how it looked with him holding the elastic of her panties as far over onto her left cheek as he could. The turquoise silk against her tanned skin only made him harder. He ran his other hand over her ass, feeling how taut and smooth it was.
"Then you should be fast. Can you be fast?" El asked, craning her neck to see him.
"I guess we'll see," Mike answered as he sunk himself deep inside her. They both moaned at the feeling.
"Oh God, you're fucking me in my bedroom. And no one is here so we can be loud. So fuck me! Do it, Mike. Make me scream when I cum." El was pushing back on him, trying to take more as he rammed into her.
"You were already so wet but we were arguing before. How is that?" Mike questioned as he held her hips, occasionally pushing her flat onto her mattress and then pulling her back up to change his angle when he felt like it.
"You were in my r-room and I saw my bed and I've wanted you all day. Been thinking about it. So it didn't take much," El admitted as she took his cock.
"You thought about it all day?" Mike was shocked. He never really thought he'd be the object of anyone's desire, certainly not someone as awesome as El Hopper.
"Ev-every time I did I'd smile like an idiot and have to cover my mouth. I felt dumb but I c-couldn't stop thinking about it. Oh God, your dick feels so good." El lifted her head, noticing her mirror. "Looks so good too."
Mike followed her gaze and got an idea. He pulled her back so that her knees were on the edge of her bed and he could get as close to her as possible while still standing on the floor. He pulled her shoulders up until he was hugging her from behind with his cock still lodged inside her tight pussy. He could easily see the mirror over her shoulder.
"Hold up your skirt with one hand and touch yourself with the other. I want to watch you do it. We'll make you cum together while we watch me fuck you. You can watch me fill you up with all my jizz and then you can watch it drip out. Want to?"
El's hands went to where he'd asked, one holding her skirt out of the way while the other tickled her clit. She could feel Mike's dick as he kept fucking her, his thrusts shorter from the new position where he was hugging her but still just as effective.
"I'd never suck Tr-Troy's cock, Mike. I only want yours," El breathed as she watched her mirror, her hand flicking over her clit as Mike's dick filled her up.
"I know. You like to cum on it. And I like it when you do. Let's cum together. I want to see it happen in the mirror. Don't hold back," Mike told her.
"You…you don't hold back either. Fuck! Look at us, Mike. You're fucking me s-so g-good. I'm gonna…don't…fuck! Hold me…make me…make me…Miiiiiikkkkeee!" El came hard, much harder than she'd anticipated, feeling her whole body spasm and then continue to pulse, her legs and arms feeling like jelly while her pussy contracted and breathed around Mike's cock as his arms held her against his chest.
"Oh fuck, I am too. You make me cum so haaaarrrd!" Mike watched the mirror, holding on to El as he shoved himself deep inside her, pulling her down further onto his dick. He felt it throb and then pulse violently, cum exploding into her for what seemed like an eternity. The plan had been to watch it drip back out but they were so exhausted from the intensity that they fell forward onto the bed.
"I wanted that all day," El said as they caught their breath.
"I'm still sorry about Troy. He's such an asshole. I know from experience that he'll spread rumors." Mike rubbed her head as they lay together, feeling himself calming as his fingers massaged the silky softness of her buzzed head.
"I don't care what they think. I don't care what anyone thinks but you." El nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.
"I think I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you?"
El lifted her head to look at him. "In my dreams I already am, so yeah, definitely in real life."
After dinner they decided that their project only needed to be filmed and they wanted to do that on Thursday night, so after getting permission to watch a movie they headed back down into the basement. Mike's mom had agreed as long as they went to bed by 11:00. She had a headache and was going to bed early.
Sitting in the floor of the basement, Mike and El talked. It had occurred to them both that they wanted to know more about each other, especially since both realized that their feelings couldn't be contained. But it couldn't all be about sex, no matter how good the two of them were at it. So they started with the simple things.
"What's your favorite color?" Mike asked.
"Pink. I know it's cliché for girls to like pink, but I do. I also like gray. What about you?"
Mike thought about it. "Well if you're cliché then I guess I am too because I like blue. But probably like, more dark blue."
El smiled. "Maybe colors aren't our most creative aspect."
It continued that way and they learned that they liked a lot of the same bands and music, the same books, a lot of the same movies. Of course, eventually the conversation did turn back to sex.
"What's the weirdest thing you saw while you lived in Vegas?" Mike asked, honestly thinking of perhaps oddly dressed people on the street or crazy circus themed acts.
"It's a little embarrassing," El replied.
"You can tell me." Mike got more serious, wondering what it could possibly be.
"Well, once when I was about twelve my mom was working and I was hanging out with this girl who worked with her but who wasn't dancing that night. Her name was Cinnamon, or her stage name was. Anyway, since I was twelve she seemed to think that she didn't need to watch me too closely because I wasn't a baby, so she went to talk to her boyfriend and left me back in one of the dressing rooms. I decided to explore a little and left the dressing room. I walked down a hallway and there was a dark curtain and I could hear weird muffled sounds coming from behind it so I peeked through. The curtain concealed a room and after a few seconds my eyes adjusted and I could see. There were like, eight people in there and they were all having sex. It was an orgy and I couldn't look away. They were all so busy fucking and sucking that no one saw me so I stayed and watched. Even though my mom was a dancer she never let me see things like that. I um, got really wet while I was watching so I touched myself. It was the first time I ever came."
Mike's mouth hung open. He was picturing a younger El, in his mind seeing her hiding, watching, with her hand in her pants maybe furiously rubbing and not really knowing why she needed to. He shifted, trying to calm himself. They were just talking; no need to get all excited.
"Wow," Mike started. He felt like he needed to tell her something slightly embarrassing about himself too, even though what she'd told him he found to be hot and not at all embarrassing. "Well, I mean, that's not too embarrassing. You did kind of stumble upon it. I could tell you something that I think is a little embarrassing. But it's never anything I've done. I just think about it."
El was intrigued. If Mike had told her about his porn watching pretty much the first time they ever hung out, then she couldn't imagine what he might find embarrassing.
"I won't judge you. What is it?"
"I uh, if it was the right person, I kinda wonder what it would be like to be um…submissive. Just to see what it's like. To like, be told what to do and to have to ask permission. It could be hot. At least I think." Mike wasn't sure if he should look at El or the floor after his admission. He didn't know what she'd think.
El, however, saw the perfect opportunity to do something she'd been thinking about since she'd run her panties over his dick in their guessing game from a few nights earlier.
"Really?" She asked. "I think that's hot, Mike. Would you um, wanna try it? With me?"
"You're into that?" Mike asked, obviously surprised.
"Well like you said, just to see what it's like. I can give orders. But only if you really want to." El hoped he'd say he wanted to. She was already thinking about what she wanted to do.
"How should we start?" Mike asked.
"So you're saying you want to?" El saw him nod and that was all she needed. She went over to her bag and took out a pair of light purple lacy panties. She knew the color would contrast against Mike's pale skin and it turned her on to think about it. "Go in the bathroom and put these on. Don't let yourself get hard, Mike. I want to watch that happen while you're wearing these. Come back out wearing only these. Do you understand?" Her tone was commanding yet gentle.
In the bathroom, Mike could feel his heart beating in his chest. He was willing himself not to get hard, wanting to do as he'd been told. He slipped out of his clothes and stepped into the dainty fabric. He knew even as he was pulling them up that they were too small but he did it anyway. His cock barely fit inside them even when it was soft. The lace cupped his balls as the panties rode up, the light colored fabric almost transparent.
As Mike reemerged from the bathroom El gasped. She had imagined it but seeing the outline of his cock in her own panties was a hotter vision than she'd anticipated. They were so tight on him that she could see everything.
She wanted to watch him get hard. So El started her game.
"Okay, what I want is to watch your dick grow while you wear my little panties. You can't touch yourself, Mike. I want you to stand right here in front of me and watch me play with myself. I'm not going to cum, I'm just going to play. And you'll watch me."
Mike stood in front of the sofa where El was sitting and watched her pull her socked feet up onto it, her heels digging into the cushions. She was no longer wearing panties, Mike noticed, as her skirt lifted with her new position. El started to lightly rub the lips of her pussy, making sure Mike could see everything.
El was happy with how it was going. She definitely liked how Mike looked wearing her underwear and he was already starting to get hard as he watched her rub her clit and her lips. He kept getting bigger and before long El saw his dick poke through the elastic waistband of her panties, too large to remain tucked away. There was no place to go but up so Mike's cock went up. El could see the glistening head sticking out of the purple fabric but could also see the rigid outline of his shaft straining against the material. It was the best of both worlds.
"Step closer to me," El commanded. Mike stood at the edge of the cushions, any closer and he'd be on the couch himself. El reached out and stroked him, feeling how hot his cock was through the lace. He was leaking and she rubbed the liquid all over the tip and down the front of her panties.
"Do you like this?" El asked.
"Yes ma'am," Mike answered.
"Good boy. You know just how to answer me. For that, I'll do it more." El stopped rubbing herself and pressed her face into Mike's crotch, holding on to his ass as she started to lick him from the outside. She inhaled, smelling Mike's cum from earlier at her house as well as the scent of the fabric softener she'd made her father buy expressly for cleaning her more fragile garments.
She wanted to go slow, but with each passing second El was getting more and more turned on. She wanted to make it memorable though, wanting to fulfill Mike's fantasy, so since she knew she couldn't hold out for too much longer El decided to just be more dominant.
"Sit down, Mike. Now." El pushed him to where she wanted him and then proceeded to straddle him after she removed her skirt and blouse. She was wearing only socks pulled up to her knees. She started to grind down on him, feeling his cock push her panties into her bare slit.
"Do you want to make me cum, Mike?"
"Yes ma'am," Mike's voice was strained.
"Do you like wearing my panties?" El was grinding harder, the sensation of lace in her slit, feeling the head of Mike's cock rub against her as well, was making her want to move her hips even faster, but she remained in control.
"I do. I like how they feel against my dick."
"Will you be a good boy for me if I let you put it inside? I know you want to. You got so hard for me, just like I hoped."
"I'll be good. Anything you want."
El reached between them and pulled the panties to the side, much the same way that Mike had done to her earlier in her own bedroom. She sighed as she felt the warm skin of his cock come into contact with her pussy and with a tilt of her hips she felt him slide into her. She went laboriously slow.
"I want you to tell me when you think you're gonna cum, Mike. Tell me so I'll stop. Because I don't want you to cum until you can no longer stand not to. Three times, Mike," El said as she rode him. "I want you to get almost there and then stop and on the third time I'll let you cum." El grabbed Mike's hands and put them on her ass. She raised herself up and lowered again and again, taking his full length inside her.
"And I know you have great stamina, but you don't have to today. Just do what I say, Mike." El could already feel that she was going to be cumming within a matter of seconds. "But right now I'm gonna cum on your dick. Watch me." El locked eyes with Mike and felt it. She never stopped moving and rode him the entire time, her toes curling in her socks, her legs clenching and then shaking as Mike's dick kept moving in and out of her.
Mike bit his lip. Seeing her was too sexy.
"El, I gotta stop. I'm sorry," Mike apologized.
"Don't be sorry, that's what I wanted. Two more times and you get to cum." El sat still with his dick still inside her. She could feel it twitching and could see his face as he struggled to compose himself. After a few seconds his eyes opened and he nodded, ready to go again.
El leaned forward and kissed him as she started moving once more. Her hips rocked forward and backward, engulfing Mike's hard dick in her pussy.
"Did you like watching yourself in my mirror today? Like watching your dick slide into me? I like it when you tell me what to do. I liked when you told me to touch myself while you fucked me. But now I get to tell you what to do."
"Yeah, I like watching. You look so good when you're taking my cock but seeing it in a mirror is like watching a movie. It's so hot." Mike thought about the afternoon, how he had her pulled up and could see his dick moving into her as she slapped her clit, both of them so intent on making the other cum.
El started riding him faster and yet still taking him so deep. Mike knew he'd need to stop again soon, just thinking about their afternoon romp while he was feeling her on him and wearing her panties was enough to make him really need to empty himself.
"Oh God, El, I'm too close," Mike managed to say as he felt her sink down, her warm, smooth walls gripping him tightly.
Once again El stopped moving, letting Mike regain control of himself. She liked how it felt as he kept himself from cumming, feeling him twitch and hearing his breath hitch as he willed himself to be calm.
"One more time. Next time you don't have to stop yourself. But Mike, I still want you to tell me because I don't want you to cum inside me. Not this time. I want you to pull out and cum in my panties. I want you to make sure every drop goes into them. And I know it'll be a lot since I made you stop twice already." El was bouncing on him as she spoke, her words exciting even to herself.
"Oh fuck, El," Mike breathed. He was thinking about how it would look to watch himself jizz into her lacy panties, maybe smearing it all around afterward.
"And tomorrow you're gonna wear them to school. You'll be able to feel your dried cum when you ride us to school on your bike. But it'll be worth it, because I won't wear panties at all. And at lunchtime we can go to the girls' locker room, no one will be in there, and you can fuck me. Hard. Make me cum at school. And you can cum inside me then and I'll put these panties back on after we're done so I can feel your cum squishing around against me for the rest of the day. Does that seem like something you might want to do?"
Mike could see the picture she was vividly painting in his mind. He didn't know how he'd fallen into something so amazing. Or how he'd found someone so amazing.
"Fuck yes. I'm gonna cum, El. It's gonna be so hard. I m-might lose some," Mike worried.
El knew she was close again and she wanted to make sure all of Mike's cum made it into her panties. She slipped off of him, taking his hand and placing it on her clit. Mike instinctively started masterfully massaging it. El held the front of her panties over the head of his cock, stretching the purple fabric as much as the lace would allow, making sure to cover the tip as best as she could.
"Rub me and make me cum. Do it while you cum, Mike. I'll help you…oh, fuck like that…catch it." El saw Mike's abs tighten and felt him rub her harder just before she saw the light purple fabric become instantly darker. The wet patch spread as Mike spurted, spraying everything into the panties as El held them over his dick.
"Shiiit, fuck….so good," Mike panted as he watched her catch his cum, feeling the exquisite relief of firing his huge load out of himself.
"M-me too…rub…don't stop, Mike." El was still holding her panties to catch his cum when she felt her own orgasm. She wanted to keep her eyes open to keep watching the fabric become darker, but the feelings were too overwhelming and she had to just ride the wave.
They sat together, El still straddling Mike, for what seemed like an hour. Naked chest to naked chest, neither of them wanted to part just yet. They knew their 11:00 bedtime was quickly approaching though so they reluctantly redressed.
"Be careful with those until they're dry," El reminded him. "Tomorrow is going to be fun. Not like school today. I promise I'll make time for you. My boyfriend." The term still sounded strange to her ears. "And you'll promise me that you'll tell me what's bothering you and not be a dumbass?"
Mike chuckled, "I can promise you that I'll tell you what's bothering me but I can't promise that I won't be a dumbass."
El rolled her eyes and laughed. They again parted ways at the respective rooms where they'd sleep, but not before one last goodnight kiss.
"Oh, and El? You can tell me what to do any time."
"Take care of my cum filled panties. Don't lose any of it. It's mine now. Wear them tomorrow, Mike. That's my last command of the night. You were such a good boy."
"Thank you. I'll be good at school too." Mike watched her walk into Nancy's room and then turn back to him.
"I know." El smiled and then shut the door.
Author's Note: I'm discovering that I'm quickly exhausting the basement and locations therein so I'm gonna have to send them on a few field trips, so to speak. Hopefully the next chapter will be fun.