Jeez, this is the longest chapter I've ever written. And guess what? It's also the smuttiest. Danger, Will Robinson, if you need a warning but if you've stuck with me this far then let's get rocked. Stay hydrated.
One Year Later
Sometimes plans change. El and Mike had dreamed of going to school at Harvard, being with the Party in Boston, but that isn't how things panned out for anyone. When El found out that the majority of Harvard students lived in the dorms for their four years at college, and that she wouldn't be allowed to live with Mike, she quickly changed her mind about applying. Dustin was offered a scholarship to Ball State in Indiana and he couldn't afford not to take it. Lucas decided to stay in Indiana after learning how expensive MIT would be and was going to Indiana University in Bloomington, home of the Hoosiers. After winning several scholarships for his art, Will joined his brother at NYU. He had to get a job waiting tables to help support himself but he loved his school and he loved New York so he didn't mind. Max was going back to California. Her father had offered to pay for school. Not having out of state tuition was a big deciding factor and she was going to attend UC Berkeley.
Which left Mike and El. El had been beside herself with worry that they would end up in different places. Surprisingly it had been Hopper who came up with a solution, be it coincidentally or fatefully.
In March of their senior year of high school, while El was at home worrying so much she was almost making herself sick, Hopper ran into an old Army buddy when he went to a police conference. They had a few beers together, reminiscing about old times, and it came up that his friend had taken a job with Interpol that started in July and would be in Europe for at least the next five years. He told Hopper he loved the apartment he had in Evanston, Illinois, how it was rent controlled and he didn't want to lose it and then have to find a new place with much higher rent when he came back to the States. Hopper had mentioned how his daughter was currently applying to colleges, how smart she was and how much of a good kid she was, and his friend offered to let her stay at his apartment if she wanted to attend Northwestern. Hopper thought maybe the man was just drunk but his friend assured him that it was the perfect solution for him as well. If someone lived there and he continued to pay the low rent he would still have his place when he came back. El could have a place to stay and focus on school and he would still have his apartment. He also liked the idea of someone being there to watch out for the place.
"I couldn't let you keep paying the rent if she was living there," Hopper said.
"Jim, I'll be making five times what I make now and Interpol will handle all of my expenses. The rent is low already. I really don't mind. Besides, I wouldn't want them to notice a different name on the rent checks and start to get suspicious that I've sublet it or something," his friend replied.
So Hopper had taken him up on his offer. El and Mike both applied to Northwestern University and were both accepted. The apartment would be ready for them to move into three weeks before their school orientation. It was furnished but Hopper's friend had just left the actual furniture and television, storing a lot of his personal belongings so Mike and El could make themselves at home for the next few years.
After helping them move in, Hopper left his daughter and her boyfriend at their new home. As he walked away he felt like he should feel differently about letting El live with Mike but he'd seen how they were with each other over the past two years. It was kind of something he envied never having but he was happy that she had found something so special. He knew Mike's love for her matched El's love for him. And being just outside of Chicago, he knew it would be an exciting adventure for them.
Mike decided to go to the grocery store to get some food since they had nothing in the apartment. El stayed to work on putting the sheets on the bed and making the place more homey. He took El's van, the Millennium Falcon, as they called it.
El put the sheets on the bed in the master bedroom. The apartment had two bedrooms but they were going to use the second one as an office, though they hadn't mentioned their plans to Hopper. They never came out and said they'd be sleeping in the same bed. Realization started to dawn on her that she would be alone with Mike now. They could do whatever they wanted. It made her feel giddy. As she put her clothing away, hanging things in the closet before putting her more delicate items in drawers, she started to feel warm. She came across a silk nightgown. As her hands ran across the fabric she thought it felt really nice. She wanted to wear it. Mike hadn't even seen it yet. She had bought it when she and Max went shopping a week before Max left for California. Max had said she should get it to surprise Mike but El hadn't yet had the chance to do that.
Putting the gown on, she looked at herself in the mirror. It was so light pink that it was almost white with little black straps that held it up and black trim around the bra area and also around the hem, which stopped just below the curve of her hips. El hoped she looked as sexy in it as it made her feel.
She walked into the living room. Mike had been gone for almost forty-five minutes and the idea of him seeing her in her new nightgown was turning her on. She sat down on the sofa and waited for Mike. After a few minutes she started to get restless, her hands moving to her thighs, tracing higher. El moved her left leg up onto the cushion, leaving her right leg hanging off the sofa. She let her fingers dip into her, feeling how aroused she was. She hadn't bothered to wear panties. It hadn't been her plan to start without Mike but she couldn't help it. Being in a new place, wearing her new lingerie, wondering what he would think, was making her want to touch herself.
El ran her hand down her front, cupping her mound and pulling back, letting the heel of her hand rub against her clit as she slipped one finger inside herself. She pulled her hand away after a minute, noticing how it glistened in the sunlight filling the room. She spread her legs wider, bringing her other leg up onto the sofa, her knees bent, and used one hand to keep herself open while the other went back to what it had been doing. She moaned as she thrust her fingers into her wetness.
"Mmmm, like that," she told herself.
She rubbed her clit with two fingers, slipping them out of herself and moving up, and then abandoned that maneuver, preferring to use the heel of her hand again so that she could feel her fingers slip inside her as she moved her hand back and forth. She was lost in the moment and didn't hear Mike come through the door.
Mike was holding two paper bags full of groceries. He had heard muffled sounds before he opened the door and now he could see the source of those sounds. He stood in amazement at the sight of El sitting on the sofa, her legs pulled up, her heels digging into the cushions, frantically rubbing herself. She wasn't even aware that he was there.
"Oh, Mike, do that. Yes, stretch me out," she said as she slipped another finger inside her.
Mike was instantly hard. He felt a jet of come shoot out of his dick. Not as much as if he'd been having sex but he hadn't done that in more than a week and seeing El getting herself off was more than he could handle. Something had to happen to release some tension.
Before he knew what he was doing he had dropped the bags on the table and his feet carried him to the couch where he found himself standing in front of El. He had unbuttoned his jeans. El's eyes were closed but when she finally sensed that someone was there she opened them. Her hand didn't move from where it had been. She continued to stroke herself.
"Mike, watch me come. It's happening now." Her voice was breathy and she was looking right at him. He watched her start to tremble and shake, her hand never stopping. She rocked into her fingers, sending them deeper. Mike dropped to his knees. He couldn't take it anymore. He touched her while she came, rubbing her lips while she worked her fingers inside.
"Oh, god, Mike!"
When she pulled her hand out she stuck her first two fingers into his mouth and he sucked them clean.
"I want to go again. I didn't mean to do it while you weren't here. I just couldn't help it. I wanted to show you my new nightgown. Do you like it?"
"Fuck, El. You are so hot. Can I touch you some more? Is it too soon?" Mike gently caressed her lips, letting his fingers run slowly up and down her folds, ticking her perineum lightly.
El grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs. They were still pulled up beside her, making her very accessible to him.
"I want you to stretch me out, but not so much that I won't be tight when you fuck me, which I also want you to do." She pulled his hand into her and then let go.
Mike wasted no time. He was already rock hard and hearing her talk like that was making him even harder. She was already so wet, his fingers slipped in easily. He knew she wanted him to stretch her but he couldn't just shove all of his fingers in. That wasn't the way Mike did things. He used one, and then two fingers, stroking in and out. El looked down at him.
"More please," she panted.
Mike slipped a third finger in. He curled them as he pushed. She was so tight around his digits.
"Oh, yes, like that. Just like that. Does it feel tight, Mike? Can you do more?" She sounded so seductive and Mike loved hearing how her tone dropped and her voice got sexier.
Mike shifted his fingers, bringing them closer together, adding the other two. The way he had them pressed together made a sort of cone shape and while he wouldn't push his hand in past his second knuckle he would open his fingers as he pushed inside her. She was moaning from the sensation.
"Like that? Is that what you wanted to feel?"
"I can feel you stretching me, Mike. Your fingers are all inside me. It feels so good," El cried.
"Not all of my fingers," Mike said as he slipped the forefinger of his other hand into her mouth. She sucked eagerly. "Oh, shit, El. That looks so good." He leaned forward and started to kiss her clit softly, barely, not wanting to make her come but wanting to tease her into almost oblivion.
El was writhing on the sofa, responding to his touch. Suddenly she sprang forward, her legs moving to a regular sitting position, holding Mike's hand in place inside her. She reached for his jeans, grunting slightly, wanting to take them off.
"Please fuck me now. God, Mike, I want you so bad." She had succeeded in pushing his jeans and boxers down past his ass and then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself close enough to kiss him. Mike's hand was still inside her.
Still on his knees, Mike eased his hand out of her body. He gently pushed the straps of her gown down until her breasts popped out. He licked her nipples, knowing that she wanted him, knowing that if he teased her more he'd be rewarded with her sounding even hotter. She was whimpering with each pass of his tongue.
He pulled her off the sofa. She was on her knees in front of him and he bent her over the couch, leaning forward to caress her breasts from his place behind her. He liked how it felt to have her soft but toned ass pressed against his stomach. He had ripped his shirt off when she pushed his pants down.
"I like it when you're slutty for me. No one but me knows how you can be. It's so hot," Mike whispered in her ear.
"You don't think it's bad? You don't think I need to be punished for it?" El was pushing back on him.
"How would I punish you?" Mike was intrigued. Her question didn't match her very sexy tone.
"Maybe you'd have to spank me."
Jesus fuck.
Mike's cock was throbbing. Just imagining smacking El's ass was enough to make him leak but hearing her say that she wanted him to was driving him wild. He stood back up on his knees, looking down at her perfect ass. He ran his hand over her cheeks lightly, feeling them. Then he flattened his palm and slapped her across her right one.
"Harder," El said, looking back over her shoulder at him.
"Are you bad?" Mike asked. "Is this what you need?"
"Yes, I'm too slutty and I need to be punished." El was rocking on her knees.
Mike did it again, alternating sides. He didn't want to be too rough but he wanted to do what she asked. After the third time her ass was starting to turn red. He wanted to massage the sting away so he started to rub it, which elicited a groan from El. His need for her was building rapidly. He leaned forward again to whisper in her ear.
"I'm going to fuck you now. And El, you can't ever be too slutty with me. You're perfect."
Before she could say anything he was pushing the tip of his cock inside her. She knew he had stretched her but she still felt everything. She still felt the same intoxicating feelings as his dick slid home. His thighs were against hers, both of them still on their knees, El bent over the sofa. Her breasts were hanging out of her gown, bouncing as he slammed into her.
"Yes, Mike! Oh, that's what I wanted. I wanted your dick. You always give it to me so good." She rocked back on him as he thrust forward. She was reaching between her legs to play with herself while he rammed into her from behind.
"And you can have it whenever you want. You can just take it, El. Like you're taking it now." Mike sped up his movements. They were both moaning. Mike was still occasionally rubbing her ass, her cheeks still pink from his earlier spanking of them.
"Mike, M-Mike. I'm coming. I'm coming, you're making me come. Oh, fuck! Mike!"
Mike didn't stop. He continued to fuck her, a little less frantically as she came, gripping him tightly. He felt her pulsing around his dick as he pushed deeper. Whatever stretching he'd done hadn't mattered in the end. She was still pulling him in snugly. He felt himself start to twitch, and then twitch more violently.
"I'm coming too. Oh, shit, your pussy feels so good, El. You always make me come so hard. I'm doing it now. Fuck. El!" Mike leaned into his final thrust, feeling her ass against his legs, leaning forward as he emptied into her. He reached around and fondled her breasts as his cock spasmed inside her. They were both panting heavily.
"Welcome home," El said softly, turning her head so she could catch his lips with hers.
"You never cease to blow my mind. And this nightgown. Fuck, El. I love this." Mike slowly pulled out of her, turning her back around and pulling her into his embrace back on the couch.
"I was hoping you would."
They settled easily into living together. School still had yet to start so they explored their new town and occasionally went into Chicago to change things up. One hot day they were in a park and found a climbing wall. They had harnesses that people could use and two professional climbers on standby to help with anyone in trouble.
"Ooh, let's climb!" Mike was so excited. He hadn't gotten to climb in a while and it made El happy to see him in such a state. They both got harnessed up and clipped in to the safety ropes that were hanging from the top of the apparatus in case anyone started to fall.
There were actually a lot of people there. El knew that unless something terrible happened she shouldn't use her powers in any way. It would be too easy to be spotted. So she used her own strength and was about half way up the wall when she realized how long it had been since she had last used her muscles alone to pull herself up a wall. She was already feeling fatigued. She hung in her spot, watching as Mike scaled the wall. He looked down at her from the top, grinning happily. She caught her breath and pulled herself up a few more feet.
"You can make it, El! I know you can!" Mike cheered her on, not wanting to ring the bell at the top until she got there to ring it with him.
El was struggling. Her legs and arms were burning but she was almost to Mike. She knew if she made it this would be her only climb of the day. Seeing his smiling face made her want to reach him so she pulled herself a few feet further. Sweat was dripping down her back and into her eyes, making them sting.
"You're almost here. Just a few more feet. You're doing great," Mike said, no longer having to yell since she was so close to him.
El took put her foot on the last hold and pushed herself one last time. She was sweaty, breathing hard, her muscles screaming, but she was happy she'd made it. With a shaky hand she reached for Mike's wrist and together they rang the bell at the top.
"Can you make it back down okay?" Mike asked, concerned.
"I think so. Can you stay with me?"
"Sure."
They descended the wall, going down being much easier than going up. Once at the bottom Mike could tell El was done for the day. It had been ridiculously hot and she looked tired. After returning their harnesses they went home.
"I think I need to take a bath. My arms and legs hurt," El said when they were back in the van.
"I could give you a massage," Mike told her.
"Hmm, maybe later. I think the warm water is what I need right now. And I'm all sweaty. I want to be clean."
Mike could understand. When they got back to their apartment El went to run her bath while Mike made a sandwich. He wanted to take a shower too but he was going to wait.
El had been in the bathtub for about ten minutes when Mike heard her call him.
"Mike? Could you come here?"
Mike entered the bathroom. El was sitting up, bubbles all around her.
"What is it?" He asked.
"My arms are sore and I don't want to move the washcloth with my mind. Could you help me get clean?"
She was looking up at him with wide eyes, doing that thing with her lip between her teeth that made his heart leap. He walked to the side of the tub and sat down on his knees, getting closer to her. She had a washcloth already. He took it from her and started to wash her face, being gentle. Her eyes never left his.
"That's better," he said as the dirt and sweat disappeared. "Here, move forward and I'll get your back."
El scooted herself forward and felt Mike run the warm cloth over her shoulders. Then the cloth moved to her front. He washed her breasts, watching as her nipples started to harden. She sighed.
"Mike, what about my legs? Could you wash those? Like, my thighs?" She asked innocently.
Mike was starting to get hard.
"How should I do that?" He wondered.
El moved around in the tub, finally getting on all fours. The water receded as the majority of her body was no longer submerged. Mike watched as the water combined with bubbles dripped down. He started to wash her legs. She spread her knees on the floor of the tub so that he could get to her inner thighs more easily.
"Can you wash all of me? I like how it feels."
Mike knew what she meant. He let the rag move to her folds, running his cloth covered finger through her. He felt her shudder as he touched her clit.
"Like that?" He asked, though he knew the answer.
"Yes," El breathed. "Do all of it please."
Mike gulped but then moved the cloth to her ass, making sure to get every crevice. He heard El moan softly.
"Is that okay?" He asked, not being too forward but doing his duty to make sure he covered every square inch.
El nodded, whimpering.
El was enjoying the feeling of Mike washing her all over but then she had a thought that made her blush. If thinking about it made her feel warm then she knew that doing it would be even hotter. She turned herself around.
"Mike, do you think you could, um, shave me?" El sat forward and pulled the plug, letting the water start to drain.
Mike looked at her. She wasn't overly hairy but he was imagining what she would feel like if her lips were completely smooth. He wouldn't need to shave it all unless that was what she really wanted. He'd overheard Nancy and a friend talking once so knew that it could be irritating when it grew back and he didn't want to make El have to feel that way. But he did want to do it. He wanted to spray shaving cream on her and then shave her smooth. He was thinking all this when he realized that she was still waiting for an answer.
"Why do you want me to do that?" He asked, being coy.
"I, um, I want to feel you do it and I want to know what it feels like for there to be absolutely nothing between us. I think it would feel good."
"Okay. Sit on the back of the tub and get comfortable. Want me to drape a towel over the edge?" Without waiting for an answer Mike stood up, grabbing a towel from the cabinet and folding it in half before he draped it over the back edge of the claw foot tub. El sat down, one foot up on the edge of the tub and the other on the floor of the tub. She was completely exposed and Mike could see everywhere he wanted to shave. He grabbed his shaving cream from the counter and applied a liberal amount between El's legs, rubbing it around with his fingers to cover her with it.
He knew enough to open the drawer in the bathroom, removing a new razor blade and replacing the one she used to shave her legs. Turning back to look at her, he realized that the best position for him would to be in the tub in front of her so he stripped down to his boxers and climbed in.
"Did you want it all gone? Everything?" He asked before he began.
"Do it how you'd want it to look." She was watching him, her breathing getting deeper.
"Okay."
Mike started shaving her, being very careful not to leave any nicks or hurt her in any way. He made several passes on her lower lips, feeling the small bit of hair that had been there disappear more with each turn of the razor. He used his fingers to open her up, making sure to get any errant hairs that grew there. He trimmed the upper portion, keeping some but thinning it out a bit. As for her entire entrance, the place he most liked to be, it was shaved smooth. He could tell even with the shaving cream on her that she was getting wetter by the minute. He understood because he was hard himself. The act of shaving her felt very erotic and intimate even though they had done so many things.
When he thought he had done a good enough job he stood up, turning the water back on. He waited until it was warm enough and then he pulled the detachable shower handle down, flipping the shower mechanism, and gently washed all the shaving cream away to make sure they were both happy with his work.
El reached between her legs.
"Wow, that feels nice," she said, looking down at herself and then back up at him. "Do you want to feel?"
Mike knelt back down and inspected what he had just done. He lightly skimmed his fingers over her. She moaned softly, her breath hitching.
"It feels pretty smooth. Do you like it?" He asked.
"Uh-huh. How can we make sure it's really smooth though? Our fingers are used to touching all sorts of things. We need something more sensitive." El was looking at him with a hungry expression.
Without even drying her off he took her hand, pulling her from the tub. He led her into the bedroom and pushed her back onto the bed.
"I know what we can use." Mike was leaning over her.
"Will you show me?" El was enjoying the game they were playing. "Do you have a gauge?"
"I think I do, but first I want to do this." Mike knelt down, kissing her between her legs, slipping his tongue along her folds, now bare and beckoning him. He teased her, tasting her. El was arching her back and writhing. After a minute Mike lowered the waistband of his boxers, slowly. El was watching him. His cock sprang free but he was so hard that it didn't move much after the initial tension of his boxers was relaxed. He stepped out of them.
The mattress was at a height that was higher than normal so Mike didn't have to bend any. From where he had pushed El back onto the bed, from the side, he could stand in front of her and be perfectly aligned. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
"If I rub this here I can tell if I got it all. Watch what I do," Mike instructed. El watched as he started to run his erection along where he had just shaved. He was moaning already. "Fuck, that feels good. It feels like I got it all. Does it feel good, El?" He continued to let his cock slide back and forth, rubbing each lip, rubbing inside. She was dripping onto the bed, having nothing to act as any sort of sponge
"Feels, different. The best different." She grabbed a handful of blanket with both fists.
"Should I go ahead and let it slip inside? Because I can do this some more." Mike eased his cock through her folds, letting it rest in the crease there. She could feel how warm he was. He left himself there and started to play with her lips, lightly massaging. The sensation of him doing that while his cock was almost inside her was making her purr.
"Please, oh, please, Mike. I think you did a good job. I want to feel you. I want it now."
Her eyes were begging him and he realized that the whole bath, the shaving, what he was doing to her now, had culminated in a frantic need to have him give her release. He didn't want to make her wait any longer.
He pulled himself back, letting his cock drop down to her opening. She was almost sucking him in already. It was as though they were the opposite poles of two magnets. Mike pushed in, bringing El's legs up more as he did. They both sighed at the texture, how their silky skin glided together.
"Mmm, that's so good. Fuck, El, I should have you shave me," Mike only half kidded.
"You'd want me to hold your balls in my hand and shave them? I'd have to suck on them afterwards," El teased.
"Oh, shit, yeah you would. I could feel your tongue right on my skin. Would you suck my cock too? It would probably get hard and you're so good at that." Mike was moving faster, deepening his thrusts as they outlined a future tryst.
"Yes, I like to have you in my mouth. I like the noises you make. Mmm, can I get on top? I want to feel myself slide all the way down your shaft."
Mike instantly pulled out and climbed onto the bed, sitting against the headboard. He held El's torso against him while she got herself into position. From where he was sitting she was higher than if he had been lying flat on the bed and her angle could make him go deeper. But he knew that she wanted to feel it all so he held her while she slowly enveloped his cock. Once she was all the way down she kept herself there for a minute, feeling him, kissing him while she started to move.
"Is that better?" Mike asked.
El couldn't speak. She was grinding on him hard. He felt her smooth lips hug his dick every time she moved up and down. Mike reached back and spread her ass cheeks slightly, allowing his balls to rest in the crack of her ass, and then he reached forward and played with her while she rode him.
"M-M-M-Miiike. I can feel you everywhere. Push me down, make me fuck you harder. Please!"
Mike held on to her ass as he did what she'd asked. Her now bald lips were covered in slick juices, dripping onto him as he thrust himself upwards. Her thighs started to feel tighter around his midsection.
"Are you gonna come for me, El? I want to come for you. I want to watch it all drip out of your pretty shaved pussy."
"Oh, fuck, Mike! Tell me what you'd to do make that happen." El was riding him harder, so close.
"First I'll make you come so hard on my cock while I'm stuffing it into you and El, I'm really close so while you're coming on me I'll start to shoot my load into you and it'll be so much because you fucking turn me on so hard."
"Mmm, it's starting Mike. Mike! Uhn, uhn, oh, oh god. Mike, I'm coming, I'm comin–"
As El's insides clamped down on him and he felt her shudder and flutter around his rigid cock, Mike squeezed her ass and came hard into her, surprising even himself.
When they finally recovered El slid off of him and Mike wondered at the sight between her legs, watching her drip.
"Fuuck, El. Now you need another bath. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You need a shower anyway. And wasn't there something we talked about doing?" El smirked at him, standing up and heading back to the bathroom.
With a week and a half left before school started, Mike was thinking about getting back to the woods. He hadn't been hiking since April and that had only been a day hike. They had been too busy with school and college applications to get to do a lot of stuff like that, which was why they had gone rafting the summer the year before.
He had done some research and had found a nice place that allowed overnight camping on the Kankakee River and it wasn't far from where they lived. He just wanted to hike a bit and camp again with El before school started and they were busy with that all the time.
El was completely with him. She loved being in the forest with him in any capacity and camping with him, alone, was her favorite. The weather had also been rather agreeable, with temperatures dropping a bit and making it more comfortable to be outside.
They drove to the state park and with all of their gear on their backs they started hiking. The trail wasn't difficult or long but the point was that they were together, out in the wilderness, just talking and feeling close.
They hiked the trail, taking in the beautiful scenery. It was still very much summer but some of the trees had already started to change, signaling the earliest beginnings of autumn. There was a wide stream that was low enough to walk across, and they stepped from rock to rock so as not to get their boots wet. It probably was a much faster and wider body of water when it had been raining but they hadn't seen any rain in a few weeks so the water level was low. Mike wanted to find a place not far from the stream to camp and then go back to it to play around for a while in the cool water.
They did manage to find a great camping spot. Mike set up the tent while El built the fire pit. Occasionally Mike would look up from what he was doing and just watch her for a minute, loving how easily she built the fire pit, how capable she was. She had firewood stacked on one side. There was a short log beside that for them to sit on later as they watched the flames, something they always liked to do. It always brought back so many memories for both of them.
They changed into swimsuits and went back to the stream. They had both brought a pair of old tennis shoes to wear in the rocky creek so they wouldn't hurt their feet. There was no waterfall but the sounds of the water gently trickling along was tranquil. Mike and El both waded around, splashing each other playfully. It wasn't deep enough for swimming but there was a flat rock in the middle that the water was running over so they sat together on that as the current flowed over their legs.
"This is nice," El said, one hand in the water, feeling it as it went downstream.
"Yeah, I wish we could do this every weekend," Mike said, sighing with contentment. He moved closer so that his arm was against hers.
"Are you nervous to start school?" El asked.
"Not really. Are you?"
"A little," she admitted. "You know how I am when I don't know anyone."
"El, you're going to do great. And we'll always come home to each other. Even if you have a bad day I'll try everything I can to make it better. I promise." Mike put his arm around her.
"You always keep your promises. I love you for that."
"Is that the only reason?" Mike asked.
El laughed. "I don't know if I could ever recite all of the reasons I love you. I love everything about you, inside and out."
"I'll take that. I feel the same way about you. You do know that, right?" Mike was suddenly concerned.
El looked at him, her eyes full of love. "I do know that. You only show me every day."
After a while they started to get hungry so they went back to their camp. Mike started the fire while El put on dry clothes. She came out of the tent wearing what Mike assumed was a pair of shorts and his hoodie. It was zipped all the way up and hung to her knees.
"What are we having to eat?" El asked. Mike had his cook set all spread out with his grate over the fire.
Mike grinned. "Well, since we're only here for tonight and it wasn't that far I brought a small ice chest with foil packets I made at home while you were still asleep. So I have everything all chilled and safe and now I'm about to put the packets on the fire."
"Ooh, like fancy hobos! And what might be in these packets?"
"We could make a game of it. They'll take a few minutes to cook. Every time you smell something and get it right I'll do one thing for you later, anything you want. No questions asked."
"And what if I get it wrong?" El asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Then you have to do whatever I want. Does that seem like a game you'd want to play?"
"Put the packets on the fire," El said with determination. She thought she really couldn't lose either way.
El's game face was on as she concentrated on the aluminum squares cooking over the fire.
"Oh, and no cheating, El. Don't void my foil packets."
El grumbled but went back to trying to pick out scents in the air.
After a few minutes she started to smell food.
"I smell onions."
"Then you get a point." Mike secretly hoped she would get them all.
"Do I smell bacon?"
"Ding, ding, ding! Another point."
El focused but couldn't make out anything else. She knew Mike pretty well so she just guessed.
"Is there chicken?"
'That's three. You're really good at this." Mike was grinning dopily.
"Hmmm, I can't seem to make anything else out. The bacon is kind of taking up my entire nose," El said.
"They have about three more minutes. You could guess," Mike told her.
"But then I could be wrong and you'd get points," El huffed with feigned annoyance.
"My, my, competitive are we?" Mike chuckled. He liked that side of El.
She concentrated for another couple of minutes but finally gave up. Mike had to take the packets off the fire. He had two camping plates and set the packages on them, opening them a bit to allow them to cool. El looked inside.
"Aw, damn. I should have known zucchini. I love zucchini. And carrots, and little potatoes. So it looks like we tied. Three points for me and three points for you. I guess they could cancel each other out," El said, looking at the contents of Mike's dinner he'd made.
"There's no fun in that. I say we each get three favors. Whatever the other wants. Sound good?" The way he was looking made her brain think yes, that sounds like exactly what I want.
"Okay, we can do that." She tried to be cool, trying not to let him know how excited the idea was making her.
They sat together on the log and started to eat. El thought Mike had outdone himself. She had assumed it would be more chicken and rice or some other thing he rehydrated. She hadn't expected him to go as far as bringing real food that she could smell cooking. But then again, it was Mike and he was the most thoughtful person she'd ever known.
"This is really good," she said, her fork full of zucchini and bacon.
"I thought you'd like it. I only brought things I knew you liked. Oh, and I have some Eggos for dessert."
"I think I might want something else for dessert," El stated frankly, glancing in his direction and catching his eye.
Mike found himself eating faster.
"Slow down, I don't want you to get sick. I'm not ready for bed yet," El giggled.
"But you just said–"
"I said I'm not ready for bed yet. I want to stay out here by the fire."
Oh.
They finished eating pretty quickly anyway. Mike cleaned up the foil and put the plates and forks away. El sat on the log, watching him.
"So who goes first? Do I do something for you or do you do something for me?" She asked as Mike rejoined her on the log.
"Well if I go first then you get to go last," Mike told her.
El thought about it for a minute.
"You can go first," she finally said.
Mike stepped in front of where she was sitting on the log. "Unbutton and unzip my pants with only your face. No powers."
"Is that what you want as your first favor?" El asked, already scooting closer to him, sitting on the edge of the log.
"It's what I want."
El leaned forward and nudged the button of his jeans with her nose until it became unfastened. She took the zipper between her teeth and started to move her head down, taking the zipper down as well. As she did this Mike could feel her nose on his already hardening cock. She was moving so slowly, making it last. Once the zipper was down she moved her face side to side, making the fly widen. Mike was bulging through his boxers.
"I did what you asked. Now is it my turn?" El asked innocently. Her tone made Mike groan. She sounded so sweet.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked huskily.
El smiled. "I just want you to rub my neck and shoulders." She knew he'd been expecting her to say something different but she had plans for that.
Mike walked around the log, standing directly behind her. She felt his hands start massaging her shoulders. He was applying just the right amount of pressure and tingles shot down her spine.
"That feels nice, " El whispered.
Mike's hands moved to her neck. She lowered her head so he could reach her more easily and felt his thumbs kneading her neck and the tops of her shoulders, coming together at her spine at the base of her neck and rubbing up slowly, making her head tingle.
"Oh, god, that's so nice."
For good measure he ran his fingers through her hair, massaging circles. He waited until he heard her sigh and then he started using his fingernails, lightly scratching her scalp. He noticed that she was squirming a bit on her seat.
"Is that good? Is it my turn again?" Mike asked, his fingers still in her hair.
"You could do that for the rest of eternity and it wouldn't be long enough. Okay, you can have your next turn. What do you want of me?"
Mike stepped over the log to stand in front of her again. He took off his shirt, leaving him in just his opened jeans and his boxers and boots.
"I want you to just lick my cock. Not suck it, just lick it."
"Are you sure?" El asked, already knowing how she was going to make him wish he'd asked for something else.
"I'm sure."
El smirked but leaned forward and pushed his jeans down before freeing his dick from his boxers. She pulled his hips, bring him closer to her. She did what he'd asked and she began to lick his cock, being softer than she'd ever been. Mike watched as she kept her eyes on his and her tongue traveled up and down slowly, barely, making him twitch. Then she unexpectedly opened her mouth wider and he watched himself disappear into it but he didn't feel anything on his shaft. He was in her mouth but she wasn't letting his cock touch her cheeks or her tongue, not any surface. He was resisting the urge to beg her to close her mouth around him. Finally he felt her start to lick him again, her tongue swirling around. Then she took his hands in hers and moved them to the sides of her head, leaving them there. Now Mike wanted to fuck her mouth but that hadn't been what he'd asked for. He was almost relieved when she finally took him out, licking him one last time before asking if it was her turn again.
"What do you want for this one?" Mike asked, his voice still a little caught in his throat.
El looked around, spying Mike's t-shirt lying on the ground. She picked it up and draped it onto the log she was occupying.
"I want you to sit down here."
"Is that all?" Mike asked, wondering what she had in mind.
"That's all. Just sit like you are right now. Don't pull up your pants."
Mike took a seat on his own t-shirt, thinking he was glad she didn't have him sit his bare ass on the log.
"Okay, your turn again," El said, smiling at him. "And remember, you can only ask one thing at a time."
"Well I'm sitting here now. Why don't you sit on my lap so I can work on making you as undressed as I am?" Mike asked.
"Only one thing at a time, Mike. But I can sit on your lap. Then it'll be my turn again." El stood up. She lifted his chin with her finger so he would look at her face as she sat down on him, straddling him."
"For my last favor I want you to take this sweatshirt off of me. Unzip it." El was sitting facing him, her legs on either side of his, her boots planted on the ground. She leaned back just slightly so his arm would have room to reach the zipper and tug it down.
Mike started to unzip his hoodie from El, noting quickly that she wasn't wearing shorts and a t-shirt underneath it, she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
"Fuck, El. How are you always so hot? I bet you're wet too. Can I check?"
El just nodded. Their game had actually turned her on so much that she was surprised he hadn't noticed her legs glistening in the firelight. Mike left the sweatshirt on her once he had it unzipped and open. His fingers explored her bare pussy, making her moan.
"Mike, can I move closer?" She asked.
"Yes, I need that. That mouth thing you did made me so hard, I need to be inside you like five minutes ago." Mike grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, the sensations of his hands on her causing her to gush more.
She started grinding against his cock, the feeling of skin on skin delectable. Feeling needy, she stood up enough to line him up and then in let herself slide down his length. The log wasn't as high as a chair and her boots gave her traction so she was able to be more forceful and get him deeper than usual, riding him like she always liked to do. She knew it wouldn't take long. She was thinking of how they probably looked and listening to the noises they were making, both grunting and moaning as they used each other to pleasure themselves.
"Mike, touch me," El panted. Mike squeezed her breasts, pinching nipples before leaning in and taking one in his mouth, moving his tongue over it teasingly. His hand moved between her legs. He could feel himself slipping in and out of her as she fucked him with gusto. He rubbed her there.
"El, you're...I...El, I'm about to come," Mike grunted through gritted teeth.
El was there. "Mike, go as deep as you can. Oh! Even deeper!"
Mike was pulling her down as hard as he could. He straightened his legs and got a little deeper, not letting her move anywhere but down or in circles.
"I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming." El's voice could no longer be loud. The force of her orgasm prevented it, being so intense that whispers were all that could be heard.
Mike didn't hold back. Feeling her pulsate around his hard cock that was so in need of release caused him to surge forcefully into her. He had finished entirely, starting to catch his breath again, by the time she stopped fluttering around him.
He was rubbing her back and holding her, watching the fire while he waited for her to be able to speak again. She finally lifted her head from his shoulder.
"That was fun," she said, smiling weakly.
"You look sleepy," Mike said, moving her hair out of her face.
"I kind of am sleepy. Care if I go to bed?" She asked, her voice dreamy.
Mike chuckled. "Sure, go on. I'll be in soon. I'm going to take care of the fire. Can you get up?"
"I think so." El stood up, a little shaky on her feet, but made it to the tent. She took her boots off outside and then crawled in. Mike watched. He liked watching her crawl away from him when she wasn't wearing panties.
El fell asleep almost immediately. She had removed Mike's hoodie and was sleeping completely naked, not having the energy to put any clothes back on before she passed out. Mike came to the tent almost an hour later. He had watched the fire for a while and thought about El, about how lucky he was that she was so into the things they did. He was feeling tired so he put the fire out and after taking off his own boots, joined El in their sleeping bag. Seeing that she was naked, he removed his jeans and boxers and snuggled next to her. She never stirred. Mike fell asleep not long after lying down.
In the middle of the night El woke up and couldn't fall back to sleep. She looked at Mike who looked to be so deep in slumber she doubted that a fire alarm could wake him. She was all of a sudden feeling warm and tingly and wanted to touch him. It was pretty warm in the tent so she slowly pulled the top of the sleeping bag back, exposing him. She stopped pulling the bag back when it was resting on his knees. He hadn't moved at all.
She reached out and lightly touched his cock, looking at the shape, feeling the head, gently squeezing it. Even when he wasn't hard she thought it was pretty big. She wrapped her hand around it. It was warm and she could faintly feel his pulse. Just what she was doing was making her wet so she reached between her legs and got her hand all slippery before returning it to Mike's dick, which she noticed had started to inflate slightly. He still hadn't moved, lying on his back with his arm over his eyes, but his cock was beginning to awaken. El stroked a little more.
She leaned forward, still stroking him gently, and let her tongue dance across the tip, swirling over it, getting it wet with her own saliva. He was getting much harder faster but he still wasn't awake. Still using her tongue on him, she moved her hand to his now hairless balls, she had shaved him not long ago, and very gently squeezed as she started to suck with her mouth. A minute later he was at full hardness.
El quietly moved out of the sleeping bag and crawled over him. He had told her she could take his cock whenever she wanted so she was hoping he meant it. She eased down onto it, feeling it slide inside, feeling it still stretch her even after being on the log just a few hours before. She sank herself all the way down. She reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart slightly, allowing her to feel his balls on her backside. The sensation almost made her cry out. She started rocking back and forth.
"Yes," El whispered quietly. "Give me your sleepy cock. Oh, you always feel so good no matter what." She was pushing down and then grinding her ass on his balls, loving how it felt.
She had been riding him for a few minutes, whispering to herself how hot he made her, how hard she liked for him to fuck her, when Mike started to wake up.
"El?" His eyes were sleepy and half open. El was riding him hard.
"I'm sorry, Mike. I needed it. I needed to feel your dick inside me. If you want me to stop I will."
"I was dreaming that you were fucking me. Don't stop. Oh, fuck, my balls on your ass. So amazing."
"I know! Mike, I'm already so close. If I come I can do it again. Don't stop. Fuck me harder. I know you're sleepy but could you?"
Mike grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth, making sure to push hard enough to feel her ass on his balls more.
"Do you like that?"
"Coming. Mike. Mike! Please don't ever stop. Oh, oh, mmmmmmm..."
Mike let her finish her orgasm, continuing to rock her on his cock. When she stopped shaking he told her to get on her knees. He got behind her and she put her head down, leaving her sex exposed. He plunged into her, knowing that she liked the first stroke to be hard and deep. It took her breath away.
"I could wake up every day to you fucking me. That was the sexiest thing to see as I opened my eyes. El, you made me so hard while I was still asleep. You're like magic."
"But you have the magic wand. Fuck me, Mike. I woke you up so you deserve to come hard in me."
Looking at her bent down while she was on her hands and knees, her ass raised in the air and his cock sliding in and out of her soaking pussy was enough to cause Mike to start to feel his orgasm building. He leaned forward, reaching around to find her dripping onto his fingers. He rubbed her while he continued to slam into her. As he felt himself start to go over the edge he pulled her hips closer. Their legs were flush against each other and he started rocking instead of thrusting. His fingers found a nice rhythm and El started to babble.
"Mmm, fingers. So deep. Oh, Mike. Like that. Oh, just like that. M-Mike!"
Mike pulled her as close as possible, sliding his hand over her, the heel of it pressing against her clit as his fingers teased her lips. He could feel his cock moving in and out of her as he played with them. The combinations of feelings along with hearing her start to come again made his throbbing cock start to twitch, followed by a strong surge that flowed rapidly into her.
She screamed in ecstasy as her second climax overtook her, feeling Mike jetting into her as her walls started to quake.
"Shit! El! Oh, take it!" Mike cried as he felt his release.
They were gasping for air, both sweating and out of breath but feeling amazing. Mike pulled out and collapsed back onto the sleeping bag. El fell on top of him. He managed to pull the bag up around them and they were both asleep within minutes.
The camping trip had been what Mike was needing before they started college. Just one more time to remind him of high school, to remind him of being lost with El, of how their relationship started. He was feeling optimistic as the final days before school counted down.
El had still been feeling a little nervous so they decided to explore the campus again, to make sure they knew where their class buildings were located. They trekked across campus. Mike made sure that El felt comfortable with the routes to class she'd need to take. She could kill a man with her mind but he still wanted to make sure she felt confident and didn't second guess herself like she sometimes did. She was a badass. He wanted her to remember it.
Their last stop was the library. El loved libraries. They had always been her safe haven back when she didn't have friends or anyone who cared about her. She and Mike walked into the building, surprised at how few people were there. It was getting a little late in the day but the library would still be open for another three hours.
They started to explore the stacks. All of the study carrels were empty and the entire floor they were on seemed to be deserted. Mike looked at El. She was staring at everything, her eyes wide. There were so many books. He liked the skirt she was wearing. It was pink and moved with her hips, flowing gracefully as she walked. It stopped at about mid-thigh. She was wearing an early '80s REM shirt with it. As he watched her he got an idea.
He pulled her into the stacks and started to make out with her. El was unsure at first but his kisses melted her apprehension and she soon was giving what she got. Mike could feel himself start to get hard. He stopped, scanning the books. He noticed a large book of art by Salvador Dali and grabbed it, pulling El with him to the study carrel that was most secluded. He set the book on the desk and sat down in the chair.
"Sit in my lap. Let's look at this book." He was smiling seductively.
It was El's turn to surprise him. She sat down in his lap, letting her skirt flay outward, trying not to sit on the back of it. They pretended to look at the Dali book as Mike's hands started to move up her thighs. El just smiled, waiting for him to gasp. It didn't take long.
"Mmmm, shit, it's so hot when you do this. El, the wind could have blown and anyone could have seen your bare pussy." Mike was rubbing her already.
"True, but then this couldn't happen. Mike, unbutton your pants and slip your cock out. Do it now."
Mike liked it when she told him what to do. He freed himself quickly, letting his growing member slip through the fly on his boxers and rest between El's folds as she sat in his lap, her legs lined up with his.
"Can you feel that? You get me so hard." Mike was still rubbing her.
El looked back at him over her shoulder. She moved herself, getting him wet, and then reached down and pushed the tip inside. When she sat back up he went in further. To anyone who might happen to walk by she looked like a girl just sitting in a guy's lap as they looked at a book together. But no one was around so she started to move a little faster, occasionally standing up slightly just so she could sit back down and feel him slide in harder. His hand never left her lips and clit, playing with her.
"Read the book, El," Mike commanded quietly.
El was engrossed in the feeling of his cock being buried in her from a new angle. She had moved her legs to straddle him as she leaned against the desk looking at the book.
"Salvador Dali once s-said, The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not m-mad. Oh god, Mike, that's so good."
"I want to make you come in our college library. I met you in a library you know. Now I'm fucking you in one and it's incredible. Not wearing any panties, you're so good at teasing me and turning me on." His voice was low and right in her ear. She glanced around the room, still no one in sight. She moaned softly.
Just then they heard a door open. El stopped moving, returning to her position of just looking like she was sitting in Mike's lap. They heard footsteps that seemed to be getting nearer to them. El hoped she wasn't sweating. She started to read aloud.
"Nowhere is the identification between the modern individual and the subject matter more evident than in Surrealism, where internal tumult is often envisioned as an external phenomenon, one iconic example of such works is Persistence of Memory." El tried to concentrate on the words.
"Oh, hello. I don't mean to bother you. I didn't realize anyone was up here." A woman who looked to be in her late 50s had approached them, dropping off a stack of books on a countertop before noticing them.
El could feel Mike moving, sliding quietly in and out. His movements were obscured by her skirt which rested over most of his thighs. She was trying her best not to sigh heavily or give in and moan loudly.
"We were just looking at this Dali book. I'm thinking of majoring in Art History and I was showing her some works by one of my favorite artists. Is the library closing?" Mike, his voice steady, as though he wasn't quietly fucking her while they talked to this woman.
"No, you still have a little while. I was just dropping some books off up here that need to be reshelved. Are you liking college?" She asked.
"We're both incoming freshmen," Mike said. El bit her lip at the term incoming, keeping herself from laughing. Mike was rubbing her clit with his left hand, which was out of the woman's line of vision. He was also pushing El down onto him. He could feel her tighten around him, trying to milk him.
"Oh? Well let me assure you that you've picked a great academic establishment. I wish you both the best. I should be getting on now, I still have to prep some new additions to the library before classes start in a couple of days." With that she was off again.
When they heard the door shut El looked back at Mike. She looked desperate.
"Mike."
He pushed her forward over the desk and stood up, shoving himself in. She spread her legs a little wider and he could thrust harder. He pulled her hips back so that only her chest was lying on the desk, making her head lower than her ass just slightly. He quickly reached around and resumed rubbing her as he pounded into her. She was biting her hand to keep herself from crying out. It felt too good.
"Next time I'm gonna fuck you in the stacks when this place is full of students. Would you like that? This place is huge, I'm sure we could get away with it. But I like thinking about someone watching us. I bet anyone who watched you fuck would be instantly turned on. Fuck, you are so hot, El."
She looked back at him as best as she could while he was still moving into her. He his eyes caught hers and then she was coming. He knew because of how her brow scrunched before her mouth opened. Her face looked like someone just told her something both unbelievable and amazing.
"Oh, Mike."
He could also feel her coming, feeling her legs tremble. Since his hand was still rubbing her he felt the pulsations with both his cock and his fingers.
"Me too, El. Oh fuck yes. Me too," Mike said lowly as he simultaneously jerked her back onto him and pushed himself deep. He felt his own legs shaking as he stood there coming loads into her, feeling her move on him even when she was trying to recover.
He leaned forward, still buried inside her.
"I always wanted to fuck Eleven in the library."
She grinned. Mike pulled out of her and replaced his spent cock in his pants, buttoning them before pulling her into a deep kiss.
"I should find a bathroom. We still have to walk all the way back across campus."
Mike knew she was right. He waited for her as she cleaned herself up. When she came back they sat together at the table. Mike held her hand and toyed with the ring on her finger. The one he'd made.
"I wanted to hold your hand that first day I talked to you but all I could get the courage to do was pat it when you seemed sad. Thank you for wanting to hold my hand too," Mike said, rubbing small circles on the back of her hand.
"If you hadn't decided to come find where I went every day we might not be here now. Like if we hadn't gone to look at that waterfall we wouldn't have gotten lost and then we might not have gotten to where we are now."
"And where are we now?" Mike asked, smiling warmly at her.
"We're starting the rest of our lives. Together. Together always." She kissed his hand.
"Always. Through all the storms, over every river. We'll never be lost as long as we have each other." Mike leaned forward and kissed her softly.
"Come on, let's go home," he said as they left the library, hand in hand. But really, as long as they were with each other, they were already home.
A/N: Oh, my Constant Readers, I appreciate your diligence more than you can know. This last chapter has got to be the longest and smuttiest thing I've written but I'm gonna own it. Yep, owning it. I really enjoyed bringing Mike and El's journey to life. I didn't realize when I fell so hard in love with them in Zero-Mile Mark that they would become so expertly smutty but they did and I take full responsibility. I do hope the series was enjoyable. Even if just a few people really liked it that's good enough for me. Thank you all again. Over and out.
