By Saturday Mike was almost ready to pull his hair out. He knew he'd be seeing El at church the next morning but he was worried.

What if she hates it?

What if I do it wrong?

What if I'm no good?

Questions that had plagued Mike all week. Even still, he hadn't been able to stop replaying the previous Sunday's events over in this mind. He'd close his eyes and see El looking back up at him with her mouth full of his cock. He had to be just as good. He had to be.

"Hey," El beamed upon seeing Mike.

This time it had been different. She had been the first to sneak out of the service this week and, much to her relief, without anyone questioning her choice. A part of her was certain that it had to do with how quiet she usually was and how most of the houseparents had figured out by now that she was not enjoying the trappings that went along with organized religion. Nonetheless, it worked in her favor.

Mike filled the gap between them and was now hugging her tightly, to which she smiled and did the same. It was as if a weight had been finally lifted off her chest now that she and Mike had reunited in the storage room, away from everyone's eyes.

He seemed adamant to break the hug, but El just wanted to feel his plush lips on hers so she gently pulled back enough to capture his mouth in a kiss. It warmed her heart to feel Mike smiling against her lips.

"Did you miss me?"

Yeah. You have no idea how much. Mike chuckled. "It was hard to get out of bed most days." Mike winked and kissed her again. The second kiss was different. Mike's senses were all heightened and he could taste her baby pink lipstick and he could smell that same French vanilla scent he'd gotten the day they picked apples. He finally pulled back, his brow a scowl as he looked down at her.

"Yeah. I missed you." Mike's voice was a husk of his own.

"Hmmm, is that so?" El's melodic chuckle reverberated over his neck before she pressed a firm kiss on the juncture where his neck met his shoulder. She could feel his pulse speeding up and it made her proud to know that she was behind the subtle shift in Mike's demeanor.

He was overly adorable, shivering at her faint kisses and moaning every once in a while.

"Do you remember our talk from last week? About you returning the favor?"

Mike was only able to nod as she moved her hand over his crotch and cupped him. Even through the thick material of his suit pants, she could feel his penis growing in her palm.

"And? Do you think you can do that?"

Mike looked at El, her hand on his balls. "Um, I'm not sure. I don't really know what I'm doing." It had been more embarrassing to admit than he'd previously thought.

"Would you? I mean, do you think you could?" Mike sighed in exasperation, dropping his head. When he lifted it again she was staring at him but with a look of quiet concern and not of mockery. "Could you show me what to do?"

"Oh..." El blinked rapidly as it hit her. Of course Mike had no idea what to do, he had never done it before. The only problem was that she hadn't done it, either, and the magazine she had used to inform herself hadn't been so helpful. All she had seen had been a man between a woman's legs with his tongue sticking out.

"Okay, let's see."

Her smile tried to put Mike at ease as she refused to acknowledge how scared and chary she was herself. She wanted this, though, and she wasn't going to wait another week for it to happen.

Shimmying out of her panties, El lifted up the edges of her baby pink ruffled skirt until her pussy was exposed to Mike. She was still standing and resting against a wooden table when her smooth legs parted enough for Mike to see her bare private parts.

"I think you should kiss me there. Think of it as kissing my mouth? Maybe that will help..." She trailed off, gulping as she waited for Mike to drop to his knees.

Mike's hands were shaking as he steadied himself, using El's shoulders for stability, looking directly down at her.

"Think I should try that?" Mike scanned the room and in the corner saw a small stack of quilts. "I'll be right back."

After retrieving the blankets and laying them out on the table El had been standing against, Mike gulped and then more confidently asked,

"So...you ready?"

"Yes," El breathed out as she hopped on the quilt covered table.

Her skirt folded up to her waist and she parted it neatly on either side of her hips so she could be fully exposed to Mike.

She looked down at him, her hands gripping the table edges so hard her knuckles were turning white.

She couldn't help it, though, and despite having always taken pride into being more disinhibited than Mike, it was nerve-wracking to accept the fact that someone was going to put their mouth right there, where she ached the most.

And not just someone. It was going to be Mike, the only person that had ever made her feel fuzzy and warm on the inside. The only person who had ever seen past the fact that she was an orphan.

Taking in a deep breath, she parted her legs as wide as possible and kept her eyes peeled for what was going to happen next.

Mike's heart had moved to his throat. He thought he must actually really look like a frog boy right then. His heart was pumping so fast he thought for sure his throat muscles must have been sighing with every heartbeat.

He slowly lowered himself down until he was on his knees between her legs. He could see her looking down at him. Lovely. How she looks is what they mean by that word.

Mike ran his fingers softly over her inner thighs, following them with his lips just seconds after. He was pleased when he looked up and El was biting the back of one of her hands to try to keep herself from making noise. He hadn't even gotten close to where he was going.

He continued to kiss up, up, closer.

"Is this okay?" Mike asked, whispering from between El's legs.

"Y-Yeah..." She nodded in addition, her gaze never leaving Mike.

The sermon was still taking place and despite wanting to take a glance and make sure they were in the clear, she couldn't look away. It felt as if she was connected by an invisible cord and couldn't break free from watching him press his mouth over her burning skin.

His plump lips placed feathery kisses up her legs and she gasped when he reached the part that connected her right thigh to her pelvic region. It was close enough for El to feel his breath over her exposed pussy and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to calm herself down.

Mike knew she was ready. Well, physically ready. He kept kissing closer to her opening, but wanting to take all the time he could. He knew his father well enough to know when the man had entered the closing stages of his sermon.

So Mike found his mouth over El's pussy when his head turned right after a series of kisses at the top of her thigh. He kissed her softly. Remembering what El herself had told him about thinking of it like kissing her mouth, he moved his hands to her hips, gripping them gently. He turned his head a bit and kissed again, letting his tongue slide along her slit as he sucked on her lips.

"If you want me to stop just tell me to, okay?"

The spell had been broken. El had felt over the top, relishing in the feeling of Mike's hot lips pressed over her wet folds and sometimes bumping her clit before she heard his voice.

"Do you?" She asked, the uncertainty tainting her shaky voice.

El felt small all of a sudden, dirty even. She knew that just because she had given Mike head he wasn't forced to do the same thing to her. Maybe he doesn't like it, a small voice in her head was making her doubt the decision of sprawling her legs for Mike.

Mike could hear the sudden twinge of panic that had crept into her voice.

"El, I definitely don't want to stop." Mike went back to licking her, alternatively kissing her right at her opening but never sticking his tongue inside and teasing her clit with his top lip. He liked the different ways she'd writhe depending on what he was doing. Mike Wheeler was taking notes.

"If I didn't like it would I do this?" Mike ran his nose along her entire crack, front to back.

"Or this?" He held her spread open with his hands and spelled words on her clit with his tongue, namely Dungeons & Dragons. While it had been tricky, the ampersand was a good choice.

"And if I didn't like it, why then would I do this?"

Mike's tongue plunged into El's cunt as far as he could get it. He was needy at first but then he remembered what he was doing and thought he should focus more on her. From then on he'd go hard and then be more sensual, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm and then resuming his tongue-fucking of her. Her hands were clenched fists.

"M-Mike..."

El was a writhing mess from the moment she had felt reassured. From then on, she allowed herself to feel every swirl of his tongue, every bump of his nose and every sucking motion his lips made over her dripping core.

"You're learning...fast," she managed to mumble and smile down at him.

It became easier as the moments passed by and she soon found herself grabbing a handful of his dark locks so she could guide him up and down her cunt with no shame.

"Can you, oh...that's so good...Mike...can you put your tongue back in? Or maybe- maybe your finger?" She had never tried the latter before, but she was aching to be filled besides being licked.

If El asked him to do something specific Mike didn't hesitate. His hands were already so close to there. It would be easy to walk them the few centimeters over and be where she wanted him to be, to do what she wanted him to do.

First he coasted his fingers over her bare pussy lips. That would have been enough for Mike but El wanted more, encouraging him.

His tongue darted into her. His nose pressed against her clit while his face pushed her lips apart for him.

After a minute he replaced his tongue with his finger and his nose with his tongue. If they hadn't been trying to remain unnoticed Mike knew El would be crying out.

He developed a rhythm of alternating between his tongue and his finger. She had only almost crushed his head once when he did an inspired move that El apparently found both surprising and enjoyable, judging by the noise she had to contain. She had pushed the edge of the quilt into her mouth to muffle her sounds. Mike decided maybe that was a move saved for total privacy.

He did love her fingers in his hair though.

"Oh, Mike..."

El's hips pushed themselves closer to Mike's face. She kept a hand behind her body and face turned flat on the quilt clad wooden surface as she urged her body forward, her pussy trying to squeeze more of his finger in.

Her fingers were tightly buried in his hair and she couldn't worry about whether it pained him or not, because all she could think about was how to get his tongue and lips all over her folds and especially on her clit, where she liked it the most.

"Come here," she whined after a few minutes, her small hand carefully yanking Mike's hair until he got the hint and stood up on his feet.

His finger was still inside her and she rocked her hips back and forth to achieve the friction she needed, her mouth focusing on Mike's when his hand moved on its own accord.

They kissed, all languid and open-mouthed and El mewled inside his mouth, her teeth digging into his tongue when he pressed his thumb on her clit.

"Is this how I taste? Do you like it?" She asked between kisses, noticing that the familiar taste of Mike's was now mixed with something sweet and salty at the same time.

With his finger still pumping into her Mike kissed her deeply, wanting to share her taste with her.

"I do. I like it. I like how it feels and I like how you move and I like how you taste."

Mike slowed the movements of his finger, using his thumb to tickle and tease her clit. His tongue joined his finger inside her, filling her more, and Mike thought she might pull his hair out.

Mike pulled back just slightly so he could see her. She looked frantic.

"El are you okay?" Mike worried. Her eyes were like saucers.

"So close..." was all she got out before trailing off, but not before Mike understood.

He went back to her pussy, making a mental note of how her legs looked when they were covered in her own arousal. He lapped and licked, his tongue for her clit and his finger for her hole.

"Don't stop," she cried out, grateful that the sermon was loud enough for the strangled noises that came out of her mouth to go unnoticed.

She felt a wave of pleasure rushing through her body. It was similar to how she had felt while pleasuring herself back home, but definitely more intense. It made her legs wrap around Mike's shoulders and pull him unbearably closer to her pussy as she started rocking back and forth on his face and finger.

"M-Mike..."

Her eyes squeezed shut and she saw white for a few seconds, the surge of electricity focused around her privates hitting her so hard her ears started ringing and her fingers pulled at the roots of Mike's hair so hard he hissed in pain. She didn't notice, though, and Mike was too pleased to see El coming right in front of him to do anything about the discomfort she was causing.

"Mike..." she whispered one last time before her shaky legs mildly unwrapped from around his body. She released the tight grip she had on his hair at the same time.

Watching him through half-lidded eyes once she came back from her high, she reciprocated the smile he was offering and her heart skipped a beat. He looked like a total mess, his raven hair disheveled and the lower half of his face pink and covered in her juices, but he was just as pretty as ever.

I just made El come! El just came in my mouth! I felt it too! Mike's mind was working but his body was not. He was stuck in place. Watching her get dressed was just as sexy as watching her take it off. He finally snapped out of his stupor, pulling her to him once more.

"I hope I did an okay job. El, I thought that was fantastic. I mean, I'd totally kiss you right now but my chin is kind of messy and you probably wouldn't want to kiss me right now. But yeah, that was definitely awesome."

El laughed as she listened to Mike. He was adorably cute, rambling and watching her with doe eyes and seemingly proud of what he had just done. He deserved a kiss.

Closing the gap between their bodies, she pressed her hands on the back of his neck and inched in until her lips touched his chin. She pressed a kiss on the moisture, her tongue soon lapping at the juices and not stopping until he was seemingly clean. Her saliva was going to dry quicker than the come on his face, but it was going to take a lot longer until the stupor plastered on Mike's face would go away.

She stopped when she reached his lips, their noses barely grazing as she looked at him. Her eyes crinkled at the corners and twitched with nothing but happiness.

"Thank you, Mike. That really was awesome."

"Uh, yeah, I mean, you're awesome. I mean, obviously but like you're easy to talk to and you're funny and so sexy. Awesome is just the word I use when something is just...too tremendous to be fully described. But anyway. I can't seem to shut up," Mike laughed nervously. He shifted, trying to relieve the quite obvious bulge in his trousers.

El's eyes followed Mike's sudden shift until her gaze landed on his crotch. It was swollen and based on their brief experience last week, she already knew what that meant and she couldn't have been more flattered.

"Did you get excited kissing me there?" She teased, her small hand cupping his dress pant encased erection. Mike gasped in response and nodded just slightly, a timid smile plastered on his face as he looked down at the way she massaged him through his trousers.

"Will you let me make you feel better? Your father is not done. And if I hurry up and do it really hard..." she emphasized the last word by clutching his penis once and firmly, "... maybe you'll feel just as good as I did."

She studied Mike's face carefully, amused by the lack of reactions he was giving her back. All he did was stare at her and gulp, but it was enough for El to advance.

She unbuckled his belt and undid the button of his pants before unzipping them. The fabric pooled to the ground with ease and she wasted no time in sneaking her hand inside his briefs and freeing his hard cock. It throbbed in her palm and he moaned when she started stroking it just like he had taught her.

"Do you want me to suck it, Mike? If you don't want me to, I won't." El smirked.

Mike could only nod. Her hand felt like heaven as she twisted and squeezed. So he nodded and kept nodding, only stopping when he realized she was looking up at him, her lips suctioned around his cock head, waiting for him to join her in the moment.

"I was already gonna fall asleep tonight thinking about licking you, but now there's no way you won't be in my dreams." Mike caressed her cheek. "That feels so awesome, El. Your tongue..."

Mike gently pushed more of his dick down her throat. He could feel his balls on her chin. El didn't gag, she just took it. She clamped her lips tightly around him and sucked, using her hand to pump him as well.

Mike knew it wasn't going to take long. He could see himself eating her out in his mind's eye, he could very plainly see her doing a pretty expert job sucking his cock if he just tilted his head down. He could already feel his orgasm building.

"El, gonna be soon. I'll warn you."

She wanted to tell him he didn't need to and would never have to, but his twitching cock inside her mouth restrained her from doing so. She didn't complain, though, instead sucking him harder and faster, her head bobbing back and forth his shaft with more determination than the last week.

In a moment of confidence, she cupped his balls in her right palm while she kept blowing him. She'd seen this technique in the magazine before, the girl having her fingers wrapped around the sack while the penis was in her mouth, and El just hoped it felt as good for Mike as it had seemed to be for the man in the photos.

Mike didn't know what El was doing but he definitely liked it. His cock was twitching more and more with every passing second. Her hand squeezed his balls again and the combination of everything set his course.

"Oh, El, I'm 'bout to come. El, I'm c-coming," Mike whispered, trying desperately to control his volume as his climax rocked him while he watched El catch it all in her mouth. He saw her swallow and then she kissed the tip and tucked him back into his pants. Mike gawked at her, her level of sincerity a bit overwhelming.

Standing back on her feet, El made sure to wipe her mouth and run her hands through her clothes in an attempt to tidy them up. She looked like a mannered young lady, one that hadn't just had a mouthful of her favorite boy's dick just seconds ago.

"That was quick," she half-joked as her hands grabbed Mike's.

She swung their arms back and forth, admiring the contrast between his pale fingers and her olive-toned skin and wondering if she was able to put up with yet another week by herself just to spend some minutes with Mike.

He sensed the sudden shift in her demeanor, how her smile faltered within seconds and her eyes refused to meet his. It made him frown.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," El whispered, her teary eyes locking with Mike's for a moment before she pulled him into a tight hug.

She took in his sweet scent, the one she had grown to love and crave so much every day of her life. This was the only thing that had kept her sane throughout the week and she had always made sure to smell the clothes she'd worn the previous Sunday, aware that Mike's perfume would linger on them for days ahead. She knew it was silly but it helped her through the week. El knew that she and Mike would never really be anything, this had all started just because they'd wanted to see what kissing was like and both of them were worried about starting college in a couple of years way behind as far as knowing what to do. She hadn't expected it to expand to more sexual things and she certainly hadn't expected to have any sort of feelings for Mike.

"Mike..." she started timidly, pulling back from the embrace. "Do you think we could meet up...some other time, too? Not just on Sundays?"

"You'd want to? Sure, I'd like that. But when could we meet? When can you get out?"

"Never," El murmured defeatedly, her hands slowly letting of Mike's. "I guess I could sneak out, but..." She remained silent for a few moments as she contemplated her chances of sneaking outside The Lab. It would definitely be hard, she figured, but not impossible.

Mike's hand on her hip snapped her out of her thoughts and that was when she realized what she had just done. She was actively seeking Mike's presence, asking him to hang out outside the church and showing him that she cared. El was surprised that she bothered enough to stop and think of ways to sneak out, ways that would only put her in danger at the orphanage, all because she was starting to like Mike, maybe more than she probably should have. More than he would probably ever like her back, because, at the end of the day, she was nothing but a freak that belonged to no one.

Averting her eyes back to Mike, she became aware that he was still waiting for an answer. Or an admission that would make him realize how many things she would risk just to be with him. But the risk of him finding that out was the only one she wasn't willing to take. She had to fix this.

"Yeah, you're a fun experiment. I'm sure we could work something out. I mean, we've done this stuff. I don't want to enter college as a virgin either," she put on a forced smile and cupped Mike's crotch. "I know we didn't really discuss that but we've come so far. It'll be good to help each other out. As friends."

Mike wasn't exactly sure when he went from being extremely happy to extremely confused. Friends. We're friends. We're just fooling around, that's all.

So why then did it feel like a knife to his chest when she'd said it just now?

But he was already a lost cause.

"Uh, definitely. Work something out. As friends.

"Yes," El beamed and moved her hand from his crotch his cheek. She caressed it gently, trying not to give too much thought to the way Mike seemed impassive to any of her ministrations.

"They are taking the little ones on a trip Wednesday morning. It will be easier to sneak out then. Do you think you could pretend to be sick and not go to school?"

She knew it was a lot to ask from someone as well-behaved as Mike, but she just hoped her skills had been good enough for him to lose control, even if just for a little bit. Without waiting for an answer, El added instructions. "There is a road that can take you to The Lab, where the roads Cornwallis and Kerley meet. We call it Mirkwood. All the older kids use it to sneak out," she explained. "We could meet there if you wanted."

"What time?" Mike knew he shouldn't entertain this idea. He couldn't have a girlfriend; yet he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was so mysterious and so familiar at the same time.

"I'll meet you. Just tell me where."

"How about 8:15?" She grinned, contented to see Mike complying so quickly.

"8:15? Wednesday morning? This Wednesday? Three days from now? Yeah. Okay. I'll meet you there. In Mirkwood." Mike grinned. He could wait three days. Easy peasy.

"What if you get in trouble?" El pressed, her smile never faltering. "What if your dad finds out?" It felt nice to know Mike would do something so out of character just to be with her. She tried not to let this to get to her head, though. He's just horny, she reassured herself.

"I'm not going to get in trouble, El." Mike was smiling but then got more serious. "I mean, I'm 16. He may not like all of my choices but he doesn't make them for me. As long as I keep my grades up I'll be fine. And I want to keep them up because uh, I kinda like hanging out with you. So there's that."

El forced out a smile. Of course he liked hanging out with her. She was the perfect person to use without any consequences or commitment whatsoever. It was obvious that she couldn't go out so often because of where she lived, not to mention that she would never even meet his friends because they didn't even go to school together. She was the easiest person to dispose of.

"Okay, then," she chirped in her usual soft voice, the worries that were eating her alive never being voiced out to Mike. He didn't have to know how weak and pathetic she actually was.

Their lips pressed together one last time, her fingers caressing his neck as the kiss deepened. They had to make it worth the wait, although this time it was going to be half as short as the last week.

"Mirkwood, 8:15. Don't forget," she whispered over his mouth before pulling back and making her way out through the back door of the storage room.

Author's Note: So they're gonna hang out? Outside of church? I wonder what they'll get up to...

I don't think I've mentioned but they are around 16 in this fic (currently) and it's canon time so it would be like 1987. Clearly there was no demogorgon or events of season one but El does have powers. I don't get heavily into them but she uses them occasionally here and there and will explain some to Mike at some point. Just wanted to head off those questions before I get them, lol.

As always, thanks for reading! I'll update in a couple of days.