Mike fiddled with his hair in the mirror, swooping his bangs in one direction and then the other before getting frustrated and just raking them back off of his face. He knew he was just stalling before going downstairs. He was finally going to tell his parents about Max. It was going to be awkward, there was no way around that.

Some kids were best friends with their parents and had no problem sharing intimate details of their lives, like Dustin and his mom, who honestly probably shared a little too much with each other. But Mike's parents were very much his parents, and he didn't really talk about feelings or crushes unless it was pretty serious. And things were pretty serious with Max. They'd been officially official for a month now, and he was starting to feel bad about lying and saying he was hanging out with the guys or just not correcting his parents when they assumed he was still going to Hellfire Club.

"Okay," he sighed at his reflection. "Just rip the fuckin' band-aid off." He grabbed his backpack and made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

The whole family was there. His dad was seated at the dining table reading the newspaper, Nancy was leaning over the island and eating a bowl of Corn Flakes, and his mom was cooking something on the stove. He heard the tv was on in the living room and figured Holly was watching cartoons.

"Do you want any scrambled eggs, honey?" his mom asked, glancing at him before turning her gaze back to the pan.

"Uh, sure…" Mike placed his backpack on one of the chairs and grabbed onto the back of it, his knuckles turning white as he attempted to steady himself. "So um, I have some news." Neither of his parents reacted but Nancy looked up from her bowl with a raised eyebrow. Mike took a deep breath. "I have a new girlfriend," he blurted out, so quickly he wasn't sure if they understood what he said.

His dad's eyes flicked up at him over the top of the newspaper for half a second before looking back down, his stoney expression unchanged.

The spatula his mother had been holding clattered to the ground as she whirled around to face him. "You do? Since when? And who?"

"Um… it's Max," Mike said, running a hand through his hair.

"Max?" Her brow furrowed as she attempted to conjure up a face to match the name, eyes widening when she made the connection. "Lucas's Max? The little redhead?"

Mike grimaced, feeling a flash of irritation spark through him. "Yeah well, she's not Lucas's anymore."

"My goodness…" His mom blinked rapidly, clearly still processing this new development. Then an alarmingly bright smile spread over her face. "Well, that's great, honey! When do we get to meet her?"

"What?"

"You should have her over for dinner, Mom," Nancy suggested as she smirked at Mike between bites of cereal. He shot her a murderous look in return.

"That's a wonderful idea, sweetie!" Karen exclaimed as she rushed over to the calendar hanging next to the phone. "How about… this Saturday?"

"Ugh, Mom, please no," Mike whined, not wanting to subject Max to an awkward family dinner slash interrogation.

His mom clapped excitedly. "Oh, I'll make a lasagna!"

He sighed, knowing this was one battle he was destined to lose.

Mike hopped on his bike after school on Friday and made his way to Dustin's house. It had been a while since he'd been there, but the journey was still muscle memory. He'd been pleasantly surprised when Dustin had come up to his locker earlier in the week and invited him over to play a new game on his NES.

Mike found himself feeling strangely nervous as he leaned his bike against the side of the house and knocked on the door. What if things are different now after everything that's happened?

"Hey, buddy!" Dustin said brightly when he opened the door. "I am so glad you could make it, come on inside!"

Mike raised a brow at the oddly robotic way in which Dustin was speaking but figured maybe his friend was just as nervous as he was. "Okay…"

A small Siamese cat rubbed itself against Mike's legs, and he bent down to pet it cautiously. "So what's the new game?" he asked as he followed Dustin down the hallway to his bedroom.

Dustin glanced back at him. "It's uh… Super… Ball."

"Super Ball?" Mike frowned. "I haven't heard of that one."

"Oh yeah it's brand new, just came out in Japan," Dustin replied as he opened the door to his room and gestured for Mike to enter ahead of him.

"Japan? How did you-" Mike froze when he realized there was someone else in the room.

Lucas jumped up from the chair he'd been sitting in, his face quickly morphing from confusion into anger. Mike whipped around only to be met with the door slamming shut in his face.

"Dustin, what the fuck is this?" He jiggled the handle but found it was locked. "Did you reverse your fucking doorknob?"

"Sorry guys!" Dustin shouted through the door. "This has gone on long enough!"

Lucas stormed over, joining Mike in banging on the door. "Do you seriously think you can Parent Trap us? Let me out you scheming little fucker!"

"No way Jose, you two are stuck in there until you work your shit out!"

Mike rolled his eyes and started to climb onto the bed to reach for the windows.

"And don't bother trying the windows, they're painted shut!"

He groaned and sat down on the edge of the bed, cradling his head in his hands.

"My extra walkie is hidden in there and when I hear you two make up I'll let you out," Dustin explained. "Okay, I'm going away now, you may commence your reconciliation!"

"Wait, what if we have to pee!" Lucas called out, rattling the doorknob uselessly. "Dustin!" An awkward silence descended over the room as Dustin's footsteps faded away.

Lucas crossed his arms and leaned back against the door. "What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be with your new buddy Phil?"

"I'm allowed to have other friends," Mike scowled. "Especially when my old ones have made it clear they want nothing to do with me." Lucas scoffed but didn't say anything in response, throwing himself back into the desk chair and slouching down so he was almost horizontal.

Mike bounced his knee, suddenly feeling anxious and trapped. He felt around in the pocket of his jacket for a piece of gum but found a joint instead. Well, they were going to be stuck in here for an indeterminate amount of time. "Do you uh, wanna get in on this?" he asked, holding it up so Lucas could see.

Lucas raised his eyebrows. "Sure," he shrugged, rolling the chair closer to Mike.

Mike pulled out the plastic black lighter he'd found on the ground at school and lit the joint, exhaling smoothly before holding it out to Lucas. "Have you..?"

Lucas nodded as he took it. "At the championship afterparty."

"Cool," Mike nodded.

"Are you guys smoking marijuana in my room?" a tinny voice asked from under the bed. Mike snorted and reached down to pull the walkie-talkie out from one of the drawers in the bed frame, noticing the talk button was taped down.

"Sorry dude, we've gotta get through this somehow," he said into the microphone.

"Or you could just let us out," Lucas added, coughing as he exhaled a smoke cloud.

"No, I'll just… light a scented candle afterwards," Dustin sighed. "Get back to fixing your friendship."

They passed the joint back and forth in silence, and when it was done Mike was feeling sufficiently stoned and relaxed.

He walked around the smoky room, examining the figurines and toys that seemed to take up every available surface while Lucas flipped through the tape collection on Dustin's desk. Mike spent some time watching the turtle make its way through its mossy terrarium, feeling like they were both moving at the same speed.

He felt a pang of nostalgia as he took in the pictures tacked to the corkboard on the wall. It was The Party on the first day of school every day from fifth to tenth grade. He took in the smiling, carefree faces of their younger selves, arms slung around each other and heads pressed together. Kids who hadn't yet looked a Demogorgon in the face or seen someone die right in front of them.

"Man, Dustin has the corniest taste in music," Lucas snickered, breaking Mike out of his melancholic daze. "It's like half Broadway soundtracks and half pop hits compilations."

Mike let himself fall back onto the bed and chuckled at the ceiling.

"Oh no, do you remember this one?" Lucas asked as he popped a tape into the stereo above the desk.

The opening notes of Olivia Newton-John's "Physical" started playing and Mike groaned, lifting his head up to look at Lucas. "When Dustin made us learn choreography for the sixth-grade talent show? And at the end we lifted Will?"

Lucas laughed, his eyes glassy and hooded. "Maybe we deserved to be bullied, man." Mike burst out into uncontrollable giggles, burying his face into a pillow as Lucas sang along in a high-pitched voice.

And just like that the tension was broken.

They talked about their classes, what their families had been up to, and eventually the Eddie Thing. Lucas told him about how he woke up with an ungodly hangover at Benny's, the cops showing up, Jason Carver totally losing his shit and leading a manhunt for Eddie. He explained how he did his best to lead the guys astray and throw them off the scent because he knew Eddie didn't do it.

"Wow," Mike said from where he was still lounging on the bed. "That was really brave of you, dude."

Lucas nodded and gave a sad smile. "We thought it might have something to do with the Upside Down but the deaths stopped and the trail ran cold."

Mike rolled onto his back and sighed. "I think… I think I'm more messed up about everything that happened over the past few years than I thought," he confessed. "I could like, bury it down and focus on being happy with El but when we broke up and I really stopped to think about how fucked up it all is… I dunno, the thought of having to deal with it all again was just too much." He glanced over at Lucas who nodded solemnly. Mike looked back up at the ceiling. "I think that's part of what drew me to Max, you know? She wanted to forget even more than I did."

"Yeah," Lucas said after a few seconds. "I think that might be part of why I went all in on the basketball team. It felt good just being normal. And Jason is a psycho but most of the guys are pretty cool. I mean, their biggest worries are free throws and girls, not government experiments and monsters."

"We missed you though," Mike said quietly, glancing back at Lucas.

He nodded and dropped his gaze to the floor. "I meant it when I said I was tired of being bullied, but also… D&D and all that stuff, it- it reminded me of Will, and of before he disappeared. It just didn't feel the same after… everything." He looked back up at Mike, his brow furrowed in frustration. "Also you guys weren't perfect friends either, you didn't come to my fucking game. That was important to me."

Mike pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes before sitting up on the edge of the bed and looking Lucas in the eye. "I'm sorry about that, Lucas," he said sincerely. "And I'm sorry about the treasury thing in fifth grade. You were right, I just wanted it because you did, I don't have an excuse. It was just a dick move." He took a deep breath. "And I'm sorry about every other time I've undermined you or steamrolled you. That wasn't cool of me. I um, I promise I'll try and be better."

"Thanks, man," Lucas nodded, tossing a hacky sack in the air and catching it. "I'm uh, I'm sorry for the things I said about you and Max. I was pissed. It's just… girls, you know?"

"Yeah," Mike chuckled.

"Can you blame me though? I mean how would you have felt if I started dating El after she broke up with you?"

Mike winced. "Probably the same."

"When I saw you two kissing like that in the trailer park I just… it was the last thing I ever expected," Lucas said, shaking his head. Mike bit his lip and nodded, staring at the pattern on the rug while a fresh wave of guilt rolled over him. The silence stretched on between them as "Jessie's Girl" played over the stereo.

"Are you happy together?" Lucas asked after a minute, his voice barely audible.

"Yeah."

Lucas sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees and dropping his head down. "I guess I kept trying to force it. Even when I knew deep down it wasn't working." He swallowed loudly and took a shaky breath. "But it's just like damn, why wasn't it me? Why couldn't I have been enough for her?"

Mike squeezed his eyes shut at the pain in his friend's voice. "I get that," he said quietly after a minute, unable to stop the smile that was forming on his face at the thought of Max. "She's… she's pretty special."

Lucas looked up at him and squinted, his eyes widening after a second. "Whoa."

"What?"

"You love her."

Mike jerked his head back. "What? No. I- I don't know."

"Oh," Lucas nodded knowingly, "you haven't realized it yet."

Mike's mind was racing. Did he love Max? He'd loved El, but they'd been together for way longer, and his relationship with Max felt completely different, it wasn't even a fair comparison. He shook his head. This was too much for his stoned brain to grapple with.

He looked back at Lucas. "Are um, are we cool?"

Lucas ran his tongue over his teeth, mulling over the question. "Not right now," he sighed. "But we will be. I just, I need a little more time." Mike bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, somewhat disappointed with his friend's non-committal answer.

"I'm spending most of June at my uncle's place in Indianapolis but maybe… maybe when I get back we can do something?" Lucas added, a tentative smile on his face. "Like we used to."

Mike grinned and nodded more enthusiastically, internally ecstatic that there was a way out of this for the two of them.

"Hey Dustin, is that satisfactory?" Mike asked the walkie-talkie that was sitting next to him. He turned around at the sound of the bedroom door opening.

"Yeah, it is," Dustin said, walking in with a gloating smile on his face. He held out his arms. "Group hug?"

"No!" Lucas groaned.

"Dustin," Mike whined at the same time.

"Come on," Dustin insisted, beckoning them towards him with his hands, "or I'll turn right around and lock the door again." The boys grumbled and sighed as they dragged themselves over, chuckling as Dustin crushed them into a tight hug that they eventually returned.

"Uh, Dustin?" Lucas asked when the hug hadn't ended after ten seconds.

"Shh…" Dustin whispered, tightening his arms around his friends. "Let me have this."

Mike pulled the station wagon up to Max's trailer on Saturday evening and honked the horn lightly to let her know he'd arrived. While he waited, he rifled through the centre console, searching for his sunglasses since the sun was getting low in the sky, but he couldn't remember if Max had stolen them the last time he'd given her a ride. He saw the door open in his periphery and she got into the car.

"Hey Max have you see-whoa," he froze as he looked up at her. Max had her hair in two braids and she was wearing some sort of white sundress with tiny blue flowers that matched her eyes stitched all over. He'd never seen her in a dress before. She was kind of taking his breath away.

Max's eyebrows knit together in concern and she tugged nervously at the hem of her dress. "What? Does it look stupid? It's the only dress I own."

"No, not at all," Mike shook his head emphatically, his eyes lingering on the thin spaghetti straps tied in bows over her shoulders. "You just, you look so girly."

"Well it may shock you to know that I am in fact a girl," Max said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I've noticed," Mike smirked.

"Shut it, Wheeler," she grumbled with a roll of her eyes.

Mike grinned and put the car in gear, starting down the gravel road and out of the trailer park. "You know my parents wouldn't care if you wore your normal clothes."

Max scoffed. "I'm not wearing baggy jeans and a thrift store sweatshirt to dinner with your parents, Mike."

When they were about halfway to his house he glanced over and noticed her hands were clenched tightly into fists, her nails likely digging into her palms. Mike reached over and took her left hand, gently interlacing their fingers and resting their hands on her lap.

"Are you nervous?"

Max chuckled humourlessly. "Is it obvious?"

He squeezed her hand. "You'll be fine, my parents aren't that scary." She gave him a forced smile, clearly unconvinced. "We could sneak away and smoke a little pot before if that would help you chill out."

"Yeah that would probably help," she nodded.

"Do you have any on you?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Where would I be keeping it?" she asked, gesturing at the form-fitting top half of her dress.

"I dunno…" Mike replied, his eyes travelling over her exposed shoulders and down to her short hemline.

Max snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Eyes on the road, Wheeler."

Max fidgeted with the ends of her braids as they walked up to the front door of her house, and Mike looked back and gave her what he hoped was a supportive smile. "They're gonna love you. Just be yourself."

His mom descended upon them in full, overbearing hostess mode as soon they walked through the front door.

"Max!" she exclaimed as she pulled Max into a full-bodied hug. "It's so nice to officially meet you." Mike cringed as he watched Max's body stiffen at the unexpected touch, and she returned the hug with a weak, one-armed pat on the back. She definitely wasn't a hugger when it came to strangers.

Karen held Max at arm's length and looked her over. "Oh I just love this dress, you look gorgeous! No wonder Michael spends all his time with you."

"Mom," Mike groaned.

"Um, thanks Mrs. Wheeler," Max replied, smoothing down the bottom of her dress.

"Well come on dear, let me get you something to drink," his mom said, beckoning Max into the kitchen. "Mike's dad got caught up at the office but he'll be here soon." Max glanced back at Mike with concern and he gave her a smile and nodded towards the stairs, indicating he'd grab his stash and come extract her as soon as possible.

He dashed up the stairs and to his room, grabbing a pre-rolled joint from his lunchbox, thinking back to when El had met his parents. This would surely be easier than having to keep her complicated fake backstory straight. Then he wondered if Max had met Lucas's mom and dad. She probably had, and they were a lot stricter and harder to impress than his own parents. Not to mention Erica was her own special kind of terror.

He descended the stairs and entered the kitchen, coming upon the truly terrible sight of Max and his mom huddled over a photo album of his baby pictures. No, no, no, he thought to himself in horror.

"Oh, here's another one where he decided to take his pants off! I just could not get this boy to keep his clothes on," his mom said as she flipped the page while Max giggled into her hand. "I think he did it for attention."

"Okay, Mom," Mike said loudly through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna show Max the backyard now."

Max grinned at him as she practically skipped over to follow him out the back door. He led them around the garage into the small gap between the garage and the shed, knowing they'd be concealed there.

"Don't you dare," he said when he turned to see Max still smiling at him knowingly.

"What? I didn't say anything," she replied, leaning back against the shed and giving him a once over. Mike rolled his eyes and lit up the joint, blowing the smoke over the fence and passing it to her. He let himself get a good look at her for the first time since he picked her up, his eyes roaming over the thin straps exposing her freckled shoulders, lingering on the small peek of her cleavage where the dress dipped down. There's no way she's wearing a bra.

"Cut it out, Mike," Max said as she exhaled a smoke cloud, giving him a gentle kick in the shin.

"What?" he asked innocently.

She rolled her eyes. "Leering at me like I'm a freshly baked pie."

He chuckled, stepping toe to toe with her all-white Converse and crowding her against the shed. "Sorry, you just look so-"

"Don't say cute."

"I wasn't," he lied, running a finger underneath the strap of her dress and watching goosebumps appear on her pale skin. "So, does your mom wanna meet me?"

Max snorted and took another hit of the joint. "Um, she kinda already did, remember?" Mike cringed, remembering Mrs. Hargrove snapping at him to get off her porch at two in the morning. Hopefully, his second impression would be better.

"Hey, potheads." They both jumped as Nancy rounded the corner of the garage, arms crossed as she squeezed into the narrow space and came to stand next to them.

"Nancy!" Mike exclaimed eyes darting down to the joint Max was unsuccessfully trying to hide behind her back. "Uh, we were-"

"Oh relax," she cut him off, holding out her hand to Max who passed her the joint reluctantly. Nancy took a drag and smoothly exhaled the smoke over their heads. "What do you think Jonathan and I did all week in California?" she said at Mike's dumbfounded expression.

"I don't wanna think about that, actually," Mike replied once he got over the shock of his straight-laced sister smoking weed. "Mom doesn't know why we're out here right?"

"When does Mom know anything?" Nancy laughed as she passed the joint to him before turning her gaze towards Max. "Cute dress, Max."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Oh and congrats on Emerson. That's exciting."

Nancy grimaced and leaned back against the garage. "Actually… I'm not sure if that's the plan anymore."

Mike frowned as he blew a smoke cloud over the fence and passed the joint to Max. "What do you mean?" Nancy had been thrilled about getting early admission back in March.

She bit her lip and looked up at the fading blue of the sky. "Don't tell Mom and Dad, but after spring break I sent in a last minute application to Berkeley."

"San Francisco?" Max raised her eyebrows as she took a final drag of the joint before stamping it out. "It's a great city, I loved visiting there as a kid."

Nancy smiled. "Well, I found out this week that I got waitlisted. So keep your mouth shut until I know for sure," she said to Mike, who nodded and raised his hands in surrender. He and Nancy had had an unspoken agreement over the past few years to keep their parents out of the loop whenever possible.

"Anyway, dinner's ready," she said as she took a can of pine-scented air freshener out of her jacket pocket and sprayed them all down from head to toe. She started back towards the house before pausing. "Oh, by the way, Mom just pulled out the Monopoly box for later."

"Oh no," Mike groaned as he waved away the lingering cloud of air freshener and coughed.

"Get ready to see the Wheeler's at their most feral," Nancy called out over her shoulder to Max.

"I think I smelled a skunk outside when I was pulling in," Ted Wheeler grumbled once they'd sat down at the dinner table. "I'll have to call pest control on Monday if it's still around."

"Um yes," Mike said as he stabbed a lettuce leaf with his fork. "I think I saw a skunk in the backyard earlier, it went under the shed…" He glanced up across the table and saw Nancy biting the inside of her lip to keep from laughing.

"So, Max," Karen started as she cut into the steaming square of lasagna on her plate, "what do your parents do?"

"Uh well, my mom is a waitress over at that diner on Route 6. And she works at the grocery store a few times a week," Max replied.

"And your father?"

"Mom!" Mike hissed. God, he was a terrible boyfriend. He should have briefed his parents on Max's family situation so she wouldn't be put on the spot like this.

"It's okay," Max said to him quietly before turning back to his mother. "Um, he's actually not in the picture. He still lives somewhere in California, last I heard." She swallowed and tapped her fork against her plate. "I uh, I haven't actually spoken to him in a few years."

Mike's dad looked up from his plate for the first time, peering at Max over the top of his glasses. "It just isn't right for a father to not try and see his kid," he frowned. "A man should have a sense of responsibility to his family." Max gave him a sad smile and nodded down at her plate. Mike's heart broke a little on her behalf, and he pressed his knee against hers comfortingly.

She'd told him, one afternoon, of all the times back in California, when she'd be waiting on the front steps for her dad to pick her up like he'd promised. But he'd almost never showed. And if he did, their time together mostly consisted of her waiting in the car while he drove around trying to hit up people for money. It made Mike equal parts furious and devastated—picturing a young, wide-eyed Max hopefully looking up at every car that turned down the street, continually disappointed when her father let her down time after time.

"Well what do you do in your free time, Max?" his mom asked, clearly hoping to steer the conversation onto lighter topics.

"Uh, well I work at the record store downtown," Max replied between bites of lasagna. "Spin City?"

"Oh a job, you must be busy then," Karen smiled.

Max shrugged and took a sip of water. "I manage."

"Good for you," Ted interjected, nodding approvingly. "Now if only this one would get a job," he tilted his chin at Mike. "Kids these days just don't have any work ethic." Mike rolled his eyes. He'd had a lifetime of his father grumbling about "kids these days". Nancy snickered into her glass of iced tea as she watched the exchange.

"Well you know how Mike is," Max grinned, patting Mike's forearm condescendingly. "He likes his free time." He frowned and gave her a light kick in the ankle, and she stomped on his toe in return.

"Hm. Too much free time if you ask me," his dad grumbled, eyeing him from across the table. "And too many video games. You should be more like your girlfriend, Michael." Mike clenched his teeth and plastered a fake smile onto his face.

"I'll try and convince him, Mr. Wheeler," Max said, nodding solemnly at Mike's father.

The corner of his lip twitched in what Mike could swear was the beginning of a smile. "Call me Ted."

"So I'm pretty sure my dad likes you more than he likes me," Mike grumbled later that night when he and Max were getting back in the car.

"What can I say? I'm an exemplary young lady," Max grinned, giving him an exaggerated curtsey before lowering herself into the passenger seat.

"Well you guys didn't have to gang up on me in the game," he muttered as he turned the keys in the ignition. The local rock station was playing "Kiss" by Prince and he turned up the volume.

"Hey, that's Monopoly, baby," she winked.

Mike rolled his eyes and started to back out of the driveway. "Do you think they could tell we were high?"

"I mean, I was a little worried when you ate four pieces of garlic bread, but no one seemed to notice," Max chuckled. "Good thing I kept them distracted with my sparkling personality."

He smiled and reached over to give her knee a quick squeeze. "I told you they'd like you."

"So," she started as they pulled onto the main road, "it's still early… What do you say we take a detour?"

Mike glanced over at her. "You wanna get ice cream at the drive-thru or something?"

Max turned her body towards him and snaked her hand across his thigh. "Mm, I was thinking more like the quarry?"

He looked down at the hand sliding up his thigh and then over at her, eyes wide. "Oh."

The quarry had ceased operations years ago, and now it was a notorious makeout spot for teenagers. Mike hadn't been back there since that horrible day when Troy made him jump off the cliff. After they'd found Will's fake body. Before Max had even moved to Hawkins. Maybe it was time to make some new memories.

He turned down the road that led to the outskirts of the city and eventually ended at the quarry. In the meantime, Max's hand had crept up higher and her fingers were teasing the waistband of his jeans.

"What are you doing?" he breathed as she started to unbutton his fly.

"Just focus on the road, Wheeler," Max murmured as she pulled his zipper down slowly. Mike swallowed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, feeling himself getting hard as she started to run the tips of her fingers over his boxers.

He let out a shaky breath as she continued with her featherlight touches, certain he soon wouldn't have enough blood in his brain to keep driving. His hips jerked up against the seatbelt as she reached into his boxers, her small, warm hand wrapping around his dick as she pulled it out.

"Shit, Max," he groaned, pressing his head back against the headrest.

Max snickered and pulled her hand away. He glanced over to see her give her palm a long, slow lick before reaching for him again. He clenched his teeth and fought to keep his eyes from closing as she started to stroke him slowly.

"The sooner we get there, the sooner you get to touch me back," she said suggestively, brushing her thumb over the tip and spreading the bead of precum around. He nodded rapidly and pressed harder on the gas pedal, speeding somewhat recklessly down the abandoned road while his dick throbbed in her hand.

Max tightened her grip and started moving her hand faster, twisting a little when she got to the top. Mike was practically panting now, desperately wishing the seatbelt wasn't in the way so he could thrust up into her. They passed the rusted sign for the quarry, and he was sure he'd come all over himself before they got there if she kept doing what she was doing.

"Max," he whimpered, reaching down for her wrist and stilling her movements. She chuckled and slowed down, reverting back to the teasing, barely there touch she was using earlier. Mike's head was spinning, he wasn't even sure he knew which pedal was the gas and which was the brake anymore.

He slowed down as the paved road gave way to gravel, and after a few winding turns it opened up into a larger area. There were two other cars he could make out in the dark, the only source of light coming from his headlights and the crescent moon high above. He could see the inky blackness just ahead of them where the cliffside plunged sharply downwards into deep, stagnant water.

Mike killed the engine and Max wasted no time in unbuckling her seatbelt, and he did the same. And then before he could say or do anything she was leaning over and engulfing him in the wet heat of her mouth.

"Fuck," Mike breathed as his hands flew to the back of her head, holding her braids back as she bobbed up and down enthusiastically over his shaft. He thrust up gently to meet her, careful not to go too deep and make her gag. He'd been so worked up from her teasing on the drive over that it was only a minute before he was dropping his head back, eyes closed as his world splintered and he came in her mouth with a loud groan.

Max lifted up off of him and swallowed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and giving him a smug grin. Mike's head tilted to the side and he looked at her, illuminated in the silver moonlight, lips shiny and parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He'd never seen anything more perfect in his life.

"Back seat?" he suggested as he tucked himself back into his underwear. She nodded wordlessly and turned to open the door, both of them rushing around the car and throwing themselves onto the spacious bench of the backseat.

They stared at each other for a second and then Max quickly climbed over and straddled him, cupping his face as she pulled him in for a bruising kiss. Their tongues rolled over each other, pushing together desperately as his hands palmed her bare thighs, sliding up her dress and bunching the white fabric up around her hips.

Mike broke the kiss with a soft bite to her bottom lip, dragging his mouth down her neck and over to the barely there straps of her dress. He took the end of the bow in his teeth, giving it a sharp tug so it came loose and doing the same to the other side. Max was breathing rapidly as he brought a hand up to peel the front of her dress down slowly, exposing her already hard nipples to the warm night air.

He quickly dipped down and took a nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue until it hardened further before moving to the other one. Max gasped loudly and clutched at his shoulders, letting her head fall back as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips.

"Please," she begged, pushing her hips closer to him as he sucked a hickey onto the underside of her breast, and fuck if that didn't make his ego go through the damn roof.

Mike pulled his mouth off her with a pop and leaned his head back, taking in her flushed cheeks and wild eyes. He looked down between her legs, a lightning bolt of arousal shooting through him when he saw the wet spot on her white cotton underwear. He slid his hands inwards, teasing the edges of her panties with his thumbs and smiling when she jerked forward at his touch. He stroked her over the damp fabric with the pad of his thumb, revelling in the needy whimper she let out.

"Mike," she moaned in frustration when she attempted to push harder against him and he pulled back, not giving her the satisfaction she so desperately wanted. She opened her eyes and frowned, giving his hair a sharp tug where her fingers were grasping at it. He chuckled and decided to take pity on her, sliding her panties to the side and immediately sinking into her with two fingers.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, her eyelids fluttering as she squeezed around him. He kept his hand still to give her time to adjust, but apparently, she didn't need it because she lifted herself up on her knees and plunged down again quickly, holding onto the seat behind him as she started to ride his fingers.

"Shit, Max," he groaned, biting at her neck while she bounced up and down in his lap, his other hand reaching around to grab a handful of her ass. He adjusted the angle of his hand so he could slide his thumb against her clit as she fucked herself on his fingers, her moans getting even louder as he gave her the firm pressure he knew she needed.

The car was filled with her high-pitched cries and the filthy wet sound of his fingers plunging in and out of her, the windows fogging up despite the warmth outside.

He could tell she was getting close from the way she was clenching around him, and he bent down to suck on her nipple, scraping over it with his teeth, and then she was crying out, stilling above him as her inner muscles pulsed around him, and he kept rubbing slow circles on her clit as the shockwaves rolled over her for what felt like minutes.

He loved making her lose control like this, loved that he was the only one who got to see her like this. When she finally collapsed against him he slowly pulled his hand away, wiping his fluid-slicked fingers on his jeans and wrapping his arm around her while she recovered.

"Maybe you should wear dresses more often," he teased as he smoothed the gauzy white fabric out over her thighs.

Max chuckled against his shoulder. "Don't count on it." Then she turned her head and nuzzled against his neck, kissing her way up to his earlobe and making him shudder. "Do you have a condom?" she whispered, grinding herself against his already hard cock.

Mike's brain shorted out for a second. She wants to do this here? Now? He pulled back and looked at her questioningly. "Really?"

She forced one of her hands between them to cup him through his boxers, his breath fanning out hot across her throat when she gave him an impatient squeeze. "Yes."

"Um, yeah," he mumbled, heart racing as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet to get the condom he'd started keeping in there; the desire to have sex with Max outweighing his reluctance to lose his virginity in the cramped backseat of his sister's car. Holy shit, this is really happening, he thought as his hands shook.

His mouth was dry, and he licked his lips as they stared at the foil packet in his hand. Max lifted herself up and moved to take her underwear off when her face was suddenly illuminated by red and blue lights, and the warning whoop of a police siren pierced through the silence.

She jumped in surprise, wincing when she bumped her head against the roof of the car. "Ow, fuck!"

"Shit, shit, shit!" Mike exclaimed as they scrambled off of each other, fumbling frantically with the fly of his jeans as he tumbled out of the backseat. He squinted at the bright flashing lights, vaguely making out the shape of Officer Callahan leaning out the window and holding the microphone of the loudspeaker to his face.

"Alright, clear out, trespassers," he announced over the speaker, his voice echoing around the quarry. The car on the other side of the clearing peeled out, gravel spitting out behind the tires. Max was already doing up her seatbelt when Mike flung the door open and threw himself into the driver's seat. "Michael Wheeler, I know that's you over there," the staticky voice continued. "Don't make me tell your father about this the next time I see him at the hardware store."

Max broke out into helpless laughter as Mike started the engine and backed the car out, hiding his face from Callahan's judgemental frown as he drove off into the night.