Hope I didn't rush this but I had an idea so welp, here it is.
Back at the Wheeler house late that afternoon, Nancy Wheeler noticed that her brother no longer seemed to be the sullen boy from the night before. She noticed how he looked at El, and how El looked at him, and Nancy knew she was going to help them.
Of course El was invited to stay for dinner, she was always welcome. El felt like it was her second home and definitely the only one where she got actual meals created with love and the four food groups.
As everyone took their places around the dinner table, Nancy noticed that Mike winced when he sat down.
"Did you hurt yourself, Mike?" She asked. She noticed as well how concerned El now looked upon hearing Nancy point out that Mike looked to be in pain.
"I kinda fell at the quarry. I guess I slipped on some pine needles and landed on my ass," Mike explained. "It's sore now but I didn't realize it until I sat down in this hard chair."
"Language," Ted Wheeler offered his only input to the conversation.
El's mind was already whirling, already forming ideas. She knew exactly when he'd hurt himself only she hadn't known it had really hurt him until now. She spent the majority of dinner thinking of how she could make it better.
"Mom? I was thinking," Nancy started. "Since a lot of times El sleeps in my room and I'm home this weekend, what if she just stayed in the basement tonight? I mean, what if I was down there too, and Mike, and it was like a sleepover?" Nancy had no intention of sleeping in the basement but she knew her mother wouldn't say no to such a proposition. She knew Karen Wheeler loved it when her children acted even remotely like friends.
"Were you planning to stay the night, El?" Karen asked.
"I mean, I'd like to. Dad works late and probably won't be home until close to 3:00 in the morning. If it's okay with you I'd rather stay here." Under the table, El's leg eased around Mike's, their calves rubbing together. Her hand nonchalantly rested on his upper thigh.
"That sounds like a great idea, Nancy!" Karen almost squealed. "Plus, with the three of you down there, El won't be as cold and won't feel alone."
"I don't think El will feel alone at all." Nancy looked across the table and winked at her brother.
After dinner, since Nancy was home, the family decided to play a game. The six of them, El included, sat around the coffee table in the living room and played Trivial Pursuit. Ted was in his chair; Nancy, Holly, and Karen were on the sofa; and Mike and El sat in the floor on the other side of the table. They weren't wearing shoes because ever since the Wheelers had gotten new carpet, it was a rule that shoes came off at the door. It was more comfortable without shoes anyway. They played two games. In the first game they were each a different color, with Mike being blue and El being pink. It was clear early on that Mike or Nancy would be the winner. In the second game, they decided to play as teams. Mike and El teamed up, with Mike letting her keep the pink piece for their team. As they sat in the floor Mike would occasionally stretch his neck and was constantly shifting, trying to get comfortable. El knew then what she was going to do...if she got the chance.
As they played, El moved the sole of her foot to Mike's. She could feel his toes on her toes and she wiggled, trying to hold his foot through her sock. With the hand that wasn't on the table, El caressed his foot, being sure to be unnoticeable. Mike coughed when he felt her touch him, surprised by her boldness with his family right there and knowing only Nancy knew there was anything between him and the charming girl sitting in the floor beside him.
For El, it wasn't just sitting in the floor with Mike and playing footsie that was making her happy. Being with his family, playing a game, laughing with them, made her feel so at home and included and loved.
They played until a little past 9:00 and then Mike, El, and Nancy went down to the basement. The plan was to watch a movie until they got tired. That was the official story for their mother anyway. Once in the basement, Nancy made a large pallet on the floor. As she worked, she explained her plan.
"I don't really want details but here's what's going to happen," Nancy explained. "I'm going to stay down here for an hour or so and then I'm going to go up to my room. I'll say I thought the floor was too hard. I'll say that El was already nodding off on the couch when I went upstairs and that I told you," she looked at Mike, "to throw a blanket over her before you went to sleep on the pallet. I know that's not what is going to happen but I wanted you two to be able to sleep down here alone. Do whatever you need to do." With that, she finished quite an impressive pallet, having used soft blankets on the floor and knowing that it probably wouldn't really be too hard but it had never been her plan to sleep down there.
Mike couldn't believe it. His sister was actually cool.
"Jeez, thanks, Nance," Mike almost whispered.
"See? Not everything is bullshit." Nancy smiled and sat down on the sofa.
A few minutes into the movie they had decided to watch to kill time until Nancy went upstairs, El excused herself to the basement bathroom. While Mike and Nancy watched the beginning of A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors, El searched the bathroom cabinets for what she was hoping to find. There had been a short argument about what movie they would watch. Mike had rented the horror film the day before when his mother and his sister rented Some Kind of Wonderful and even though El really would have rather watched the more romantic movie, she wanted to let Mike have his way.
In the bottom drawer of the vanity she found it. She wasn't sure if she'd be any good at what she wanted to use it for but she thought she could try. She was going to wait until after Nancy went upstairs, of course. She took three towels from the shelf and placed them on the toilet seat, with her newfound treasure sitting atop them, just waiting for her return a while later.
The three of them watched the movie, El in the middle of the sofa, holding Mike's hand. When the puppet on the wall turned into Freddy Krueger and jumped down, Nancy was done.
"Nope. This is going to give me nightmares. I'm going upstairs. You two have a good night and stay quiet and you are welcome."
She smiled at the couple and made her way back up to her bedroom. Mike looked at El. She was smiling at him, even though on the screen something very un-smiley was taking place.
"I'm sorry you're hurting. I want to try to fix it," she told him.
"How?"
El got up and went to the bathroom, retrieving the towels and the other thing.
"I'll give you a massage. I've seen it on TV. I think I can do it. You can always tell me if it hurts. I even found some baby oil in the bathroom so it can be like at a spa. But I think you'll need to strip down to your boxers. I brought towels so nothing gets oily. Here, get up." El lovingly pulled Mike to his feet and shooed him aside. After he was off the sofa she removed the cushions, laying them in the floor and then covering them with the towels.
"Go ahead and get undressed. I'm going to put this old shirt on," El said as she rummaged in the clean laundry basket, finding a t-shirt she knew was Mike's. She let her clothes drop to the floor and lifted the soft tee over her head, with Mike watching the whole time. She watched him gulp when she removed her underwear.
"I'm gonna sleep in this shirt too. So, you know, just getting ready for that," she explained, barely able to hide the glint in her eyes.
At first El tried to really be helpful and clinical with her massage. She squirted a bit of baby oil onto her hands and started with Mike's shoulders. She wasn't sure how hard she should push but he didn't make any sounds that made her think she was hurting him. She knew it was his backside and maybe his upper thighs that were actually sore but they had all night, Nancy had seen to that, and she saw no reason to not give him the best massage she might be capable of.
Kneeling at his head, El worked on his shoulders. Hearing Mike moan softly in approval was affecting her. Her hands found their way to his hair and she rubbed his head.
"You know," El began as her fingers massaged Mike's scalp, "I was really scared when I moved here. I missed my mom so much." Her fingernails scratched his head and Mike sighed. "I knew she was sick but I never let myself think I was actually going to lose her. I wish I'd told her how much I loved her. Anyway, I tried to act tough here. I thought maybe then no one would pick on me or notice that I was scared out of my mind." El's fingers gracefully danced across Mike's neck, rubbing circles with her thumbs.
"Then I met you. Mike," El bent her head down and softly kissed his shoulder. Mike could smell her raspberry lotion even through his t-shirt. "From that first night down here, I've felt things I never thought I would. I'm really sorry I wasn't clear about that." El moved, going down to Mike's feet. She used more baby oil as she started rubbing them, his toes first.
"I'm going to always be clear from now on," she explained. "I didn't know you had any depression issues. Maybe I can't fix everything but I'll never stop trying to." Her hands moved up, moving to the backs of Mike's calves. "Oh, you're getting all slippery. Does it feel nice?"
Mike was already hard as he laid there on the cushions. Her massage indeed was nice but he knew she was nowhere near finished and he knew she was going to take her time. He found that he liked that.
"So nice. Will you do the backs of my thighs? Kinda sore." It was true, but also Mike wanted to feel her hands higher. He wanted to see what position she'd take to get to where he was hurting.
"I'll have to straddle your legs. Is that a problem?" El kidded.
"Yes, a problem like winning the $100,000,000 lottery," Mike answered.
El giggled. She moved to his legs, straddling them just above his knees. Even though she'd been thinking about this it still caught her off guard when she felt the warm skin of his thighs against her bare center.
"I can do the fronts of your thighs too in a bit it you want," El breathed, squirting oil onto the backs of Mike's legs. A little of it got on the shirt she was wearing. "Oh damn, Mike, I'm sorry. I got oil on your shirt. I think I should take it off."
Mike bit his lip. He now had a naked El sitting atop him. No, Mike had a naked and oily El sitting on him. He couldn't see her but he could feel her and that was enough for the moment.
"I definitely want you to massage my front too. Maybe I could give you a massage," Mike mused.
"Let's see what happens," El said, already peeling Mike's tight boxers down his legs. She got off long enough to remove them altogether, then resumed her position. Now she squirted oil more liberally onto his back and his ass. She liked watching it drip down before she worked it into his skin.
El rubbed Mike's ass cheeks and the backs of his thighs. She really did want to make whatever was hurting feel better. She hadn't anticipated how terribly turned on the massage would make her. She'd known all day that she was going to be with Mike tonight but this was new and this was definitely exciting and before they got too carried away, El wanted to make a few other things clear.
"While I have your attention," she said as she leaned forward, her oily hands pushing all the way up to Mike's shoulders before slowly moving back down toward his ass, "I know we're young but I think what I feel for you is ageless. Like, you know, if I'd met you when we were 4 years old I think I'd feel the same way. Not like sex and stuff, but like that you were just mine…that you were my family and meant to be in my life forever." El's hands squeezed Mike's sides, feeling his muscles tighten as she moved her fingers to loosen them.
"But I met you when I was already grown and I think everything was intensified. It was like you'd always known what I needed exactly and I couldn't imagine anyone else ever understanding me so well." El's hands were massaging deeper, or more sensually. Her fingers moved to his ass and would occasionally tickle Mike's balls.
"The first time you touched my head, I think I knew. I just knew I could tell you anything."
With another liberal squirt of oil across Mike's back, El did something she had only thought of a second earlier. She leaned down, letting her breasts press against him. She was oily too, having accidentally had the bottle pointed the wrong way on one occasion. Laying on top of Mike only made her oilier.
"Is this okay?" She asked as she started to massage him with her whole body. Her legs straddled his ass and she could rub herself on it. She used her hands to rub his arms while her chest pressed into his back, the oil making it easy for her to slide around on him.
"Oh fuck, what are you doing?" Mike asked. Feeling her slide on him was perhaps the most erotic thing he'd ever felt.
"I'm massaging you. It feels good for me too. I can slide up," El demonstrated, feeling her clit scrape across Mike's ass cheeks, the oil allowing her to glide easily up his back. "And I can slide down," once again she demonstrated, slowly dragging her wet and oily pussy lips and her soft yet toned thighs down Mike's torso.
Mike felt her move, then felt her on his leg, grinding herself into the back of his thigh while she held on to his ass.
"El, I want you to do my front now. Will you?"
"Yeah," El was almost panting, "but first I want to try this." She moved from Mike's leg.
Mike felt her again on his back, feeling her squirt more baby oil onto him first. Something was different though. He no longer felt her breasts against him. Then he figured it out as El slipped down him, laying on her back and sliding down easily until their asses touched. She put her arms through Mike's and used them to hold herself in place while she let her lower body slip and slide all over Mike. She moved back and forth, her oily ass rubbing Mike's only serving to make him think that surely his dick would explode any second for real.
"Fuck, I wish I could see this," Mike complained, but not in an annoyed manner.
That made El think. "Mike, I want to make that movie with you soon. I want to watch it together when we're sitting on the couch at age 70 and don't want to watch reruns." She turned over again, embracing Mike from behind as she grinded against him once more. She kissed his earlobe and whispered into it.
"Turn over now," El commanded.
Mike rolled over to see a very oily El. Her skin was slick with it and her hair was damp. She smiled at him and he touched her. El moved down to straddle his cock, not letting him put it inside. She had other plans just then.
"Spray me with oil," she breathed. Her oily hands had found Mike's achingly hard cock and she was stroking it, oiling it, letting him feel her weight on it but not letting him inside. Mike sprayed the oil, a fountain of it jetting out and hitting her breasts, bouncing off and cascading down her abdomen. He rubbed it into her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples as she teased him back.
Mike could hear the extra squishy noises the oil was causing as they moved on each other. It only made everything hotter.
"You wanna make a porn with me? Where?" Mike asked. They'd talked about it casually but he'd never thought she'd really want to go through with it.
"Well here, obviously. The basement." El was getting more desperate, beginning to lay atop Mike, letting his cock slide between her folds, eagerly anticipating when she'd finally let herself give in. Slipping and sliding on him felt too nice to rush though.
"This is where you made yourself feel good before you met me." El licked Mike's neck. His hands were on her hips and she could feel his fingers gripping her ass and spreading her cheeks apart. "This is where you first made me cum." El looked into his eyes, her hands in Mike's hair, as she felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her clit. "This is where we made a storm inside that was more impressive than the storm outside." She couldn't hold out any longer.
"I definitely want to do it here," El exhaled as she finally let Mike's rigid and dripping cock enter her. She sat up as she sank down on it, moving slowly, looking down to watch it disappear. "Oh, god, it's always so good," she sighed.
Only the lamp on the side table was on and the oil on El's body made her glisten. Mike ran his hands down her taut abdomen. Finally being inside her after the massage she'd just given him made him shiver with want. He started to rhythmically buck up into her. He knew that after the amount of teasing they'd both just experienced it wouldn't take overly long to cum together. But Mike didn't want to be too fast.
"We can do it wherever you want, El," Mike grunted as he fucked her.
"I fucking love it when you're inside me," El whispered. She moved back and forth, not letting him pull out very far at all. With him fucking up into her, she could feel how deep he was. "Need you so deep." El realized she wasn't just saying that in the moment. She felt like she needed him in her soul and she found that she didn't want to break eye contact just then. She wanted to look into his eyes. If actions spoke louder than words she hoped hers were screaming.
"Make me cum," her face just millimeters from his, having leaned forward to be closer, El barely made any noise with her words. "Need you to make me cum right now, Mike. Please."
Her gyrations sped up. Mike felt her pushing down, swallowing his cock, sucking it into her body. She wouldn't look away from him and was mumbling almost incoherently, but Mike knew what she was saying.
"I'm gonna. I'm gonna make you cum all over my dick. You need it. I know you do." Mike licked El's lips. She whined. "Fuck you're so oily and hot, sliding all over me. I think you deserve to cum twice tonight. Do you think my hard cock inside you could make you cum twice? Do you want it to?"
El was getting frantic. Hanging onto his hair while she looked at him, her eyes almost crossing because her face was so close to his, she begged. "Please do it. Please! I love it when you make me cum. I love you."
Mike held her hips, pushing her down on his thick shaft and pumping into her. Her hips were so slippery that his thumbs slipped and pushed her folds open. He thought it was a happy accident so he used his thumbs to rub her swollen clit, alternating between his left and his right, as he continued to fuck her.
"Fuck!" El shouted, not caring that she'd been loud but then remembering where she was. "Shit, sorry, don't stop that, Mike," her voice changed to a whisper. "Your big cock is making…me…fuck I feel it." El leaned as close to Mike as she could with his thumbs still rubbing her clit. She felt it then.
"Makingmecum, Mike. Makingmecum, makingmecum, makingmecum," El came while she gazed into his eyes. She felt it hard, Mike didn't stop moving his thumbs, and she could feel her entire insides, or what felt like her entire insides, hammering and pounding and pulsing with the warmest sensation that made her head fuzzy and made her loins crave more.
"You're so good at that," El kissed Mike, her heart still beating rapidly. She kissed him again, though deeper and longer. She didn't want to come entirely back down before she was up again. She still had Mike to take care of, and that was one of her favorite things to do. He was still hard inside her. "Thank you for that. Now it's your turn. You can do whatever you want." El squeezed his still rock hard dick with her pussy.
"Anything I want, huh?" Mike thought about it. "Do you know how crazy good it felt when you were sliding on my back with oil all over you? Do you want to know?"
"I said anything you want. And it felt pretty good to do it too so yes, I'd love to know how it feels to be the receiver." El's lips were just playing with Mike's as they conversed, not really kissing but toying with each other.
"Okay, lay down on your stomach." Mike pulled out, feeling momentarily lost. He didn't realize that El felt momentarily empty when he did it.
El lay on her stomach on the towels and felt Mike slather baby lotion all over her back and her ass and her legs.
"Oh, Jesus, you are so hot," Mike hissed as he traced over her body with his fingers. He squirted a tad more oil onto his torso and then placed himself on her back. "Let me know if you can't breathe."
El liked feeling his weight on her. She could definitely breathe. Feeling how slippery he was excited her even more. She could feel his hard cock slipping over her, sliding through her ass crack, rubbing her thighs as Mike moved around.
"Oh, that does feel good. So hot. Mike, put it back in. I want you back inside me." El tried to spread her legs, trying to make room for him, but Mike held them together.
"Gonna do it like this," he said as he straddled her, keeping her legs together. Mike held his slippery hard cock at her opening and pushed, the position of her legs making her even tighter.
"Mmm, yeah, that works too," El hummed. Mike was long enough for this position to work and she liked how he felt when he pushed all the way in and she could feel his lower stomach on her ass.
Mike found a rhythm. He gave her a series of short, deep, thrusts followed by slow, long fucking. He never let his cock pull all the way out.
"Is it deep enough?" He asked. He was about to lay atop her, wanting to be close, wanting to have his legs on her legs while his dick ravaged her from behind. He liked to hear her breathlessness as he fucked her. He liked how needy she was for him.
"I love it. I love it when you c-cum in me," El literally panted, though not because she couldn't breathe. "Get closer." El strained her neck to try to see him.
"Damn, it's like you read my mind," Mike declared softly as he let himself cover her with his own body. His hard rod glided into her oily pussy, her legs together, him on top of her. He could feel her soft legs with his own and could feel her ass squishing against his pelvis as he pushed himself inside each time. His head was so close to hers now that he could whisper to her and he could lick her neck and her earlobe. He ran his fingers through her hair as his tongue traced the pinna of her ear.
"You're gonna make me cum in you. You always do. El, you're so good at doing it. Do you really want to make a porn with me? Want to watch me fucking you?" He asked. He knew the answer but somehow talking about it while he was doing it was turning him on even more.
"Yes, I want to see it so much. Ever since that day in my bedroom when we watched in the mirror I've wanted to. I wanna watch my face when you make me feel better than anything. I wanna watch you get hard and I wanna watch you stuff your big dick inside my little pussy." El was pushing her ass and pelvis up, meeting Mike's cock as she talked. He was speeding up, both of them getting more and more turned on. "Then I wanna watch your cum ooze and drip out of me and I want to be able to watch it whenever I want." The vision she had created in her mind combined with what Mike's cock was currently doing to her was almost too much.
"Fuck, Mike, I'm gonna cum. Cum with me. Fill me up and let my pussy pulse around you and suck it all out." She turned her head, trying valiantly to catch Mike's lips in hers. She succeeded.
Mike's kiss was sloppy, his tongue in her mouth and on her lips, but not caring because what she'd said was doing its job.
"Yeah," he rumbled lowly, "I'm cumming. Cum all over my hard dick, El." He shoved himself in, feeling his explosion of semen already moving through his balls at breakneck speed.
"M-Miike," El's hands shot to Mike's hair and she held him where he was, pressed against her with his dick so far in her pussy he was sure he was literally in her uterus. Her hips continued to push back on him, in rhythm with the internal pulsing she was feeling, and that Mike was feeling too because her climax had been so strong. She held him there for at least two minutes after. Mike kissed her ears and her neck and told her he loved her.
She finally let go and allowed Mike to pull out and when she rolled over on the cushions, Mike got a treat.
"Holy shit. Yep, we're totally doing what you said," he stated gleefully as he looked at El's pussy. El was confused. "El, look down. That is so ridiculously fucking hot."
El looked and saw. Mike's thick white cum was dripping out onto the towels. She was glad she'd chosen white ones. It did look hot. Her pelvis was still covered in oil and his cum was smeared on her lips and dipping down into her ass.
"Totally filming that," Mike said again.
"As long as you make me feel like that, I'll do anything you want," El said. She sounded tired.
They cleaned up, throwing the towels into the washing machine. Mike would just do a load first thing in the morning and his mother would never know what just happened on her linens. El cleaned herself up a little in the bathroom, putting Mike's shirt back on so she was wearing something just in case someone should come into the basement at any time.
They crawled onto the pallet together, snuggling close, still feeling high from their activities.
"Mike, I've been thinking about it. I'm not totally letting you off the hook but I tried to look at it from your perspective. If it seemed like you didn't have time for me, I think I'd be sad too. I'm gonna try to always make sure you know I'm thinking about you, even if I have to be doing other things. I do want to show you instead of just tell you."
Mike let his nose sink into her hair as she continued.
"I know we're still in high school and there's only so much I can actually do to show you and there are some things we're not old enough for yet, but I know I want to do those things when we're older. I know I want to help pay bills and I want to take turns making the bed and doing the dishes. I want to surprise you with your favorite foods when I think you need a surprise. I want to kill spiders in the house because they scare you."
"They don't scare me, I just don't like them," Mike quipped. El kissed his neck.
"Right. That's it," she laughed. "I want to hold you if you have a bad dream. I really just want to be anything you might need." El let her face cuddle close to his body.
"I want that too, El. All that stuff, I want that too. Except the spiders." Mike tickled her side and she threw one leg over him, not in a sexual way, but just to be closer.
"But for now all I can do is be your best friend, your most trusted ally. All I can be is the person who makes you feel the most loved. I plan to do that. Mike," El propped herself up to look at him, "if everyone had someone who made them feel the way you make me feel then this world would be a beautiful place."
Mike pulled her close and kissed her, feeling the same. On one hand he felt like an ass for having ever doubted her but on the other hand, maybe it had caused them to become even closer.
"Go to sleep, El. Have good dreams."
A/N: I'm now thinking that I can finish this in just one more chapter. Originally it was going to be a one-shot anyway, so I'm surprised I could eek this much out of it. But I want to start working on another story and it's going to be a lot of effort. Not effort I mind, but effort nonetheless. And I can't start something without finishing something first, at least as far as this goes. I get confused. Thanks for reading. I know my Milevens are nothing that would ever happen in the real world, or I've resigned myself to that, but it's still nice to make them be everything I wish I had