Sigh, this story is really just to give me something to occupy my time. Magladin is a team effort and my partner is really busy with school right now and for the foreseeable future. We have several stories we've started but I don't want to finish them without her so I'll wait. So eventually there will (hopefully for my sanity) be some more good angsty stories. We've certainly started a few. And if it doesn't work out I'll begrudgingly finish them myself because those were some happy times writing them and I refuse to let our work and our selves just fade away. But my plan is to wait until she has some free time.

So enjoy this little offering. I missed Mileven so I wrote about them and it made me happy for a minute.

I hate those locker room fucks. Mike Wheeler hung his head as he entered to change for P.E. He knew the name calling would start soon. He couldn't escape it. At school he was a nerd, or in the locker room, a pussy and a faggot and any other base name his braindead classmates could muster. The latter one was kind of comical actually, as Troy would call Mike a faggot and then turn around and snap his towel across James' bare ass. But if Mike pointed that out, he'd surely be beaten with socks full of bar soap.

It had been this way at school for years. Mike just took it, knowing that eventually he'd go to college and never look back at the portal to Hell that was Hawkins, Indiana. No girls would ever give him a chance either, most likely due to the rumors and how Mike didn't really have any cool friends and like many teenage girls, the ones at Hawkins High School seemed to be more concerned with what the world thought of their choices than the actual merit of those choices. And they had collectively chosen to assume that Mike Wheeler was not worth anyone's effort.

Somehow he got through gym class unscathed on that Tuesday. He had changed as quickly as possible and got out onto the court before anyone could catch him to bully him. After class he decided to skip the shower and threw his jeans and t-shirt back on in record time, dashing from the locker room wearing his shoes like slippers. He could tie them when he got to his next class.

His next class offered Mike the only real joy he got in the day, though he kept it to himself. The previous month, a new girl had started going to his school. She was the daughter of the Chief of Police and Mike thought she was quite interesting. He didn't know much about her because he'd never talked to her, but he knew she was from Las Vegas and he knew she didn't seem happy to be in Hawkins.

But hey, who was?

She sat one table up and to the right of Mike in English and he found himself staring at her lovely hair, the way the sunlight would filter through even on the cloudiest days and only illuminate her. That particular Tuesday happened to be very sunny though so Mike hadn't been able to tear his eyes away. He'd imagine what it would be like to talk to her, to hang out with her. He imagined that they'd have things in common that could bond them together. He knew he was being stupidly romantic, that things like that didn't happen, but he couldn't stop the daydreams no matter how hard he tried. He was only jerked back to reality when he heard his name called.

"What?" Mike asked, feeling embarrassed that he'd missed the question…or whatever the teacher had said.

"Pair together with El Hopper for the project. You are in class, Mr. Wheeler, and I am putting you in the teams I've assigned for the end of the theater unit. So one of you needs to move to the other's table. Do you understand now?" The teacher seemed annoyed.

"Yes ma'am," Mike said lowly as he gathered his books. El Hopper! She's my partner? Don't fuck it up, Mike.

El regarded him nonchalantly as he took his seat. Mike tried to ignore the snickers coming from the back of the room.

"Pssst! Hey, El," Troy whispered. "Sorry you got stuck with the pussy. If you need a man, you just let me know."

Mike didn't miss how she effortlessly tilted her hand and gracefully extended Troy her middle finger. It made his chest feel warm. He wanted to get to know her but he couldn't talk to her during class. He was trying to figure out what to do when the teacher's voice once again cut through his thoughts.

"…By next week. So meet with your partner however works best for you but your joint essay on comparing the works of existential authors will be due next Friday."

Mike glanced at El. "Um, how do you want to do this?" He asked, nervous to finally be speaking to her.

El looked thoughtful. "I'm not sure yet. I guess we could meet at my house? Oh, I'm El, by the way. Nice to meet you," she said meekly, as though remembering her manners.

Mike tried to keep from blushing as he extended his hand. "I'm Mike. It's nice to meet you too."

The next two days went by and they still hadn't discussed their project. Sitting right next to her was even more distracting than sitting behind her because now Mike could smell her shampoo and the lotion she used. He wanted to run his fingers through her honey locks and feel her head in his hands. But he knew he could never have that. As soon as she'd been informed of his status at school Mike was sure that El would only speak to him if absolutely necessary.

"Hey, when do you wanna work on this?" He asked on Thursday.

"Are you busy tomorrow? I don't have any plans. You could come over to my house. My dad is kinda mean though." El offered.

Mike thought about it. He'd met Chief Hopper a handful of times and the man had always seemed gruff at best. He found it hard to believe that he'd produced a daughter as pretty as El.

"Um, sure. I can do that." So Mike started psyching himself up for spending time with El at the home of one very surly police chief.

It was then that they were interrupted.

"Too bad you have a fag for a partner," Troy mocked from behind them. "You know that right? Mike's one, or he's some sort of pussy sissy boy. Why else does he suck at sports? And why do the girls avoid him?" Muffled laughter could be heard as Troy tormented Mike right in front of El. Mike had never felt so embarrassed.

El turned around and looked at Troy. Mike was a little afraid she might agree with him but then she said, "I guess they avoid him because they're all as dumb as you. Are you people all inbred around here? I mean, I've heard of that sort of thing but I never thought I'd see it. It must be weird when your sister is your mother." She turned back around and didn't pay any more attention to Troy.

Holy shit, she's such a badass!

At home that night, down in his basement, Mike let off the steam he'd been carrying for the week the way he'd been doing for a couple of years. He thought he was getting pretty good at it. He even kept a log of how long it took, or more appropriately, how long he could hold out, as he watched one of his special movies. He'd made it to twenty minutes with full on touching and was pleased that when he got to college, if a girl ever gave him a chance, he'd be able to rock her world.

Mike was minding his business, sitting at their new table in English and waiting for class to start when he heard the laughter. He turned around, expecting fingers to be pointed at him, because he was usually the target for such a thing, when he saw El walking quickly to the table. Her head was down but what Mike couldn't believe was that her hair was gone. It was buzzed down to a couple of centimeters. She looked like she'd been crying.

"Are you okay?" He asked, wanting so badly to know what happened but not wanting to make anything worse.

"I'm fine. Um, we can't work at my house tonight. I don't want to be around my dad right now."

Mike was instantly disappointed. He'd been looking forward to hanging out with her even if it meant her father would be hovering.

"Oh, okay. Well…"

"Can we do it at your house?" She asked suddenly. Mike could see big tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"You want to?" He was a little surprised at her question.

"Yes. If it's okay with you." El looked at Mike pleadingly.

"You wanna just go home with me after school then? Would that be okay?" Everything inside him was screaming to make it better; to fix her problem and make her smile. Mike didn't know why, but he felt like it was what he was born to do.

"I'd like that." El smiled at him and Mike knew he'd forever be hers.

There were storm clouds building as Mike waited for El next to the bike rack. He could take the bus but he'd just have to deal with more name calling and maybe even have his backpack stolen so even though he was one of only a few juniors who rode their bikes to school, it was worth it for his own peace of mind. He had gotten tall, ridiculously tall according to his older sister who was away at college, so he had upgraded his bike, trading in the banana seat bike for a chromed out freestyle BMX bike with pegs on the back. The rain was just starting to spit as El appeared from the East door. Even with no hair Mike felt his breath hitch when he looked at her. She was so graceful and never seemed clumsy or awkward, unlike Mike himself. He felt his heart speed up as she approached him, a tiny smile on her face.

"Of course it rains. I'm the bringer of doom apparently," El tried to joke, but Mike didn't think her words sounded totally like she was kidding.

"Just stand on the pegs and hang on to me. Cool? I'll get us home before you get too wet." What did you just say?! "I mean, I'll hurry so we're not soaked by the time we get there."

Mike couldn't see since she was behind him, but his comment had made El feel instantly at home. She knew he didn't mean it like it sounded and his awkwardness was refreshingly endearing. She held on a little tighter than she really needed to. For some reason, she felt comfortable with Mike. It was a feeling she hadn't at all experienced so far in Hawkins. El thought maybe Mike was someone she could finally talk to, to open up to. Maybe Mike could be her friend.

The rain was just picking up as Mike rolled into the carport with El standing on his back pegs. He had succeeded in getting them home before the heavier rain started. Already the storm clouds were making it dark and the thunder was booming.

"Wow, I've never seen it get this dark at 4:00," El said, looking out at clouds a little worriedly as Mike put away his bike. "It hardly ever rains in Vegas."

"Oh yeah! You're from Vegas! That's like, really cool! I've never been there. What's it like?" Mike bantered easily now that he was at home, opening the door for her.

"Yeah. I lived there until… Well, maybe later we can talk about that. I don't really want to right now."

Mike noticed how her brow furrowed and how she gave one last tentative look at the dark clouds before they went into the kitchen.

After Mike introduced El to his mother, El excused herself to go to the bathroom and then to call the station to tell her father where she was, despite her anger at him.

"What happened with her hair?" Karen Wheeler asked.

"I don't know. I'm gonna find out. Yesterday it was like, beautiful. It was chestnut, or honey, or different shades of perfect depending on how the light hit it," Mike started, realizing how he was describing El was maybe more than he needed to be saying.

Karen just smiled. She knew Mike's track record with girls and how awkward he was. She had no reason to believe that anything at all untoward would happen if the two of them were to be left alone. After all, Mike wasn't Nancy. He was her cautious, rule abiding, contemplative son and she had no qualms about letting them work in the basement. And El seemed nice, a little scared maybe. Karen knew there must be a story there. She knew Jim Hopper had taken in his daughter after her mother died, but she hadn't said anything to Mike. That was El's story to tell if she wanted to. Karen was just happy to see that Mike seemed excited and very positive about El being his partner.

They could hear the raining pelting the roof as Karen made them a snack. El was very apprehensive about the storm.

"It's okay. I promise. We'll be in the basement anyway and that's like, the place they say to go in case of dangerous weather. You're safe here," Mike said, sensing her unease.

"Thanks, Mike."

In the basement Mike showed her around. El spotted a video camera and got an idea.

"I've never known anyone with their own video camera. What if we make a movie? Like, we could be the characters, like Siskel and Ebert, and we can review the plays and compare them that way?" El continued to look around the room.

"That's actually a pretty cool idea. We just need to write some dialogue I guess."

The two of them took out their notebooks and started writing, the silence as they worked feeling comfortable to both of them. They were getting some real work done, comparing their notes every few minutes. Mike thought the way they could piggyback from each other's ideas was inspired. They didn't hear the phone when it rang upstairs but they could definitely hear the thunder and in the distance the tornado sirens had started.

"Mike? El? Could you come up here please?" Mike's mother called from the top of the stairs.

Looking at each other questioningly, they climbed the steps.

"El, honey, your father just called. Your entire side of town is without power. He thinks he'll be out dealing with the repercussions of this storm for most of the night and the sirens are going off. He asked if it would be okay if you stayed here with us tonight so you're not all alone in a house without power in this storm. If you really don't want to I'll drive you home but I really think it would be best if you stay here. You can sleep in Nancy's room. What do you say? Dinner will be ready soon. We'd love for you to join us."

El could smell dinner cooking and it made her mouth water. Her dad was good at warming things up in the microwave. She couldn't say no to a home cooked meal.

"Yeah, stay here. We're having lasagna. We can eat and then work some more. Maybe watch a movie if you want?" Mike heard himself talking but it was hard to believe that he was being so forward. She made him feel like he could say anything though, and he definitely wanted her to stay.

El conceded. She was still mad at her dad anyway and maybe later she could talk to Mike about that. But for now his mom was being so nice and it reminded her of her own mother and before she knew it she felt like she was going to cry. She didn't know that Karen knew about her mom so when Karen hugged her she fell apart. Mike could only watch in confusion as El cried while Karen held her. After a few minutes El pulled herself together and Mike could see from the look that passed between El and his mom that the women knew something he didn't. After that El seemed much more comfortable, laughing some during dinner, and Mike thought that maybe he could continue to make her comfortable as they spent time alone in the basement.

Since it was Friday and they still had practically a week to finish their project, and since they had made such strides in their outline and shooting script, after dinner Mike and El just hung out in the basement.

"Um, you can borrow some of my clothes to sleep in if you want," Mike suggested. "I mean, it's still early but I'm just saying. You don't have to like, sleep in your skirt or anything."

El noticed how Mike kept glancing at her hair, or lack thereof.

"What? Why do you keep looking at my head?"

Mike sighed. "I mean, what happened? Yesterday your hair was the pret—it was like kinda long and flowy. Today it's gone. What happened?"

El sat down on the sofa. Mike sat beside her, keeping his distance.

"My dad and I got into a fight and I was so mad I just grabbed his clippers and started buzzing. I knew halfway through that it was a huge mistake but I would have looked even stranger if I'd left it only half-buzzed. So now I'm bald. It's gonna take so long to grow back and the kids all have new reasons to make fun of me. They haven't even tried to get to know me with hair so I know there's no chance to make friends here in this place without hair."

Mike knew all too well what it was like to be made fun of and to feel friendless.

"I'm your friend though. I mean, I want to be. If you want. No big deal." He tried to sound indifferent, trying to be cool.

"You want to get to know me?" El asked.

I want to know everything.

"Sure. Do you think I could touch your head first?" He knew it was silly but her hair seemed so soft and his hand was itching to feel it.

El smiled. "Hmm, you want to touch my head? Well, what if we played a game where we get to know each other? Kinda like Truth or Dare but a little different since it's just two people."

"How would we do that?" Mike asked, already intrigued.

"Well, someone asks a question. Either the person can tell the truth or if they don't want to do that, they have to let the other person do whatever they want."

Mike had all sorts of visions running through his head. His favorite pastime was watching porn and he'd seen too much to not have at least eleven different scenarios of how this could play out bouncing around his brain. He knew it was wishful thinking, but he was definitely not going to turn down such an opportunity.

"Whatever they want? Couldn't that get, like, I don't know, kinda um…sexual?"

El just smiled mischievously at him and Mike felt his palms get sweaty.

"I guess we'll have to get to know each other to find out about that," El said, neither confirming nor denying his question. "But yeah, to start, you can touch my head."

Mike reached over and gently touched El's shaved head. El felt tingles run down her spine and there was an electricity to his touch that she hadn't expected. As his fingers passed over her scalp their eyes locked and El knew that there was no secret she wouldn't tell him. She also knew that she definitely wanted to play the game in such a way that allowed him to have his way. El didn't know what Mike might want if she denied a truth, but she was hopeful that he was feeling the same way she was.

"It's so soft," Mike whispered. "Um, I thought your hair was really pretty, just so you know. But this…El, you look like a badass and you're still just as pretty without hair. Just sayin'."

El felt her cheeks warm. She didn't want to melt immediately but she knew there was something about Mike that was different than everyone else she'd ever met. She felt safe with him.

"Wanna sit in the floor? I mean, telling secrets…I feel like it should be like, intimate or something," El said quietly. Mike nodded and they moved to the floor, both sitting on large pillows that Ted Wheeler had deemed too big for the upstairs sofa. They sat facing each other. "You can ask first."

Mike thought about it. There was so much he wanted to know.

"Well, why did you move to Hawkins?"

El knew the question was coming. And she felt comfortable enough to tell him now.

"My mom died. I was raised in Vegas and had only seen my dad four or five times in my whole life. She got sick last year and she died almost two months ago. I miss her." El looked down at the rug.

"Jeez. I'm really sorry, El. That sucks like…that really sucks. What did she do there? Did she work at a casino or something?"

El smiled. "My turn. One question per round. Are you really how they kids at school say you are?"

So she has heard the rumors, Mike thought to himself.

"No. Not even a little. I just am nerdy and the kids here…well I'm sure you've noticed that Hawkins isn't running a brain trust. They're the kind of people who don't research things for themselves. The kind that will blindly follow someone just because they're told they should. It's a dangerous thing but luckily I haven't been too hurt. Only name calling and the occasional black eye. But no, I'm not gay, not that I'd care if someone was. I'm not the type of person who judges based on stupid stuff that can't be controlled. I judge people on how they make me feel and the only people who have ever hurt me have been white male Americans who identify as straight, and some of their sad lackey girlfriends."

"Wow, now that you say that, I think I could say the same thing as far as people who have hurt me. That's a good way to look at things, Mike."

"So what did your mom do out in Vegas?" Mike asked, picturing casinos and blackjack and roulette tables.

"Actually, she was a stripper. Well, when she was younger. When I was little I'd sometimes go to work with her because she couldn't always afford a babysitter and the other girls would watch me while she worked. I learned a lot. They taught me how to do makeup, both normal everyday stuff as well as sexy makeup that my mom said I wasn't allowed to go out with. I know some moves on the pole, don't laugh!"

Mike was picturing El dancing around a pole and the idea was so enticing he had to laugh to counteract the feelings he was starting to have from thinking about it.

"I'm sorry! I'm not laughing at you. I just…man I'd like to see that. What do I have to ask to get you to do that down here? I mean, there's no pole but this wooden support might kinda work."

"Well if you ask something I won't answer maybe you can find out," El said flatly. "Okay, me again. Have you ever had sex? Like at camp or anything?"

"No. But um, I think I'd be okay at it. Good maybe," Mike answered coyly.

"What makes you think that?" El asked.

"It's my turn. One question per round, remember?" El huffed and Mike continued. "Have you ever had sex?"

El knew what she wanted. She was going to draw it out but Mike made her feel so comfortable and she could still feel how his hands had touched her head, so she started the real game.

"I'm not answering. So I guess you get to do whatever you want," El admitted, looking right at Mike.

Mike wasn't sure what to do. He was afraid to press his luck but the game had been her idea so he thought maybe there was a chance she wanted the same thing he did. But he was a gentleman so he decided to offer her a choice.

"Okay. But hey, if you don't want to do this it's totally fine. So don't be afraid to say no. It won't like, hurt my feelings or anything. I'll give you a choice. You can either do your pole dance thing for me around the post here, though I warn you that it might be a bit splinter-y, or you can, um, take off your panties. Play the game without them." Mike was sure she'd say she didn't want to play anymore and he was trying to think of ways to smooth over his sudden case of being an asshole, when El smirked at him, got on her knees, and started to push her panties down her legs. Mike could only watch as the pale pink fabric came into view, lowering to her knees. Her skirt bunched up as she sat back down to remove the garment from her ankles and Mike could just barely see between her legs. He was craving more already.

"Um, well okay then. I guess it's your turn," Mike's throat felt dry. He was so close to what he had only dreamed of.

El was very aware of her surroundings. She could glance at something and know what it was, and she had investigated the basement on her tour as Mike showed her around.

"Do you watch porn, Mike? I only ask because I saw those tapes over there, and they look a little…oh, I don't know, like something your mother wouldn't know about."

Mike could tell from the look on her face that she'd assumed he'd refuse to answer. So he surprised her.

"Yeah, I do. It's like, the thing that makes me feel better after a hard day. I like, practice I guess? So that when I get to college if a girl gives me a chance I can hold out for a long time and make sure she gets to cum all she wants. I keep a journal so I can keep track of how I'm doing. I'm up to twenty minutes with all out stroking. I don't even know how long I could go if I was taking my time."

El was imagining Mike watching porn and stroking himself. She realized that she wanted to know for sure what that looked like. But she couldn't just ask so she had to think of something.

"I've seen a lot too. I bet…nah, I can't tell you that," El teased.

"What? You can't say something like that and then not follow up. Come on, you can tell me. I'll never tell anyone. I promise."

"Well it's just that…I think I could probably identify what was touching me. You know, like objects or whatever. I'm very sensitive and I think I'd know what things were."

This information made Mike's cock throb. He was hard, had been since she took off her panties, and she was only turning him on more.

"Would you, um, wanna try to prove it? Like, we could find some things down here to use. I'll let you do it to me too. We can blindfold each other, see if we're as smart as we think we are."

The boy sitting in front of her was not the shy and awkward boy from her English class. This Mike was bold and sexy and El found herself wanting to touch him with objects. More than that, she wanted to feel him touch her with whatever he wanted.

"Okay. Let's find some things." El was excited at the prospect. She was barely aware of the still bellowing winds outside. Her mind had shifted to more enticing ideas.

They split up to search the basement for a few things they could use. El was happy with what she found and from the look on Mike's face, he was happy too.

"Before we start, I think I should get to see your dick. You're about to see me, and touch me, so I think it's fair," El stated her case.

"I have no problem with that," Mike said as he let his jeans drop to the floor. El could already see the outline of his cock through his briefs and she absentmindedly licked her lips. "You um, wanna take it out for me?" Mike asked. His voice was low and sexy and not at all like the Mike who sat next to her in class.

El reached forward, letting her hand dip under the waistband of Mike's underwear. His dick was rock hard and very warm. She could tell that it was much larger than her fist. She slowly took it out and looked at it.

"Impressive," she said, trying not to sound too excited. She could see clear pre-cum just beginning to ooze from the tip and she couldn't help running her thumb over it. "So you stroke it and watch porn and can last for a long time?"

"Yeah," Mike breathed, "but right now we're doing this."

"Do you think your mom will come down here?" El asked suddenly, realizing that Mike's family was just upstairs.

"No, no one ever does. If she needs me she'll call from the top of the stairs and she's already done laundry today so we're all alone." Mike was looking down at El's small hand still wrapped around his cock. "Why don't you get comfortable? I found this we can use as a blindfold."

El removed her hand and waited for Mike to apply the blindfold. "So I'll just touch you with the things and we can see if you're as sensitive as you say you are." He had found the belt to his bathrobe hanging in the basement bathroom and he used that as their blindfold. He put the strip of black fabric around her eyes, tying it in back. "Now just lay back. If you want me to stop, just say so."

Mike helped her ease herself back onto the cushions on the floor. She spread her legs and he couldn't believe how sexy she looked in her skirt as it rode up, allowing him his first full view of her pussy. It was magazine quality and without hair and everything Mike had ever hoped for in his fantasies.

"Okay, here goes the first thing," Mike said. He thought he'd start out with something easy. He held the quill lightly in his hand and started to barely touch her folds. He could already see that she was glistening there so he knew she was turned on. He teased her and heard her breath hitch. "Can you tell me what it is? Does it feel nice?" He asked.

El hadn't expected it to be so erotic. She'd thought he'd fumble and poke her, but what he was doing was only making her hot and she knew she was starting to wriggle, needing more.

"A feather?" She asked.

"Hmm, maybe you are good at this. Yes, or it's actually the quill of a fountain pen but feather is good enough. I have to say, I don't know that I'll be this good at guessing but I definitely want you to do this to me too. Ready for the next thing?"

Mike was on his knees between her legs, his cock bouncing as he moved. He kept thinking about what it would be like to press his erection into her opening. It was only getting wetter and he was enjoying watching her body react to his touches.

"Okay. What's next?" El asked, a little breathily.

"You tell me," Mike said. He grazed her now slick lips with the object. "This one might be harder."

El could feel cool plastic against her. It was in no way unpleasant. As he slid the object across her she could feel appendages and little ridges. It took her a minute but she finally figured it out as she felt the arms of the thing hugging her labia and could feel the feet almost touching her asshole.

"You really are a nerd, Mike," El laughed. But I can't tell you if it's Han Solo or Luke Skywalker. It's an action figure, for sure. Aww, you're hugging my pussy lips with an action figure. How hot is that?"

"What? I can't believe you got that. And are you mocking me?"

El got more serious. "No. Definitely not. Mike, my legs are spread and you're playing with me. I don't think now is the time for mocking."

"Okay then. Here's my last object. Tell me what this is." Mike took the toy away.

El felt his warm hands on her inner thighs, lightly caressing them. He was working his way back up to her pussy and at first she thought he was just going to use his hands but then she felt a light tickling. It was different than the feather had been and Mike stroked over her now swollen clit with it. The sensations that shot through her body were euphoric and he'd barely touched her. She could tell that he'd noticed that she felt something.

"Oh? Was that nice? Did you like it when I touched your clit with this? What is it, El? What did I touch you with? I'll do it again, down this time. Tell me, is it better when I go up or down with it?" Mike demonstrated both. El was writhing.

She thought she had an idea but she needed a few more passes with it to be sure.

"B-both. Can you do it again so I can make sure?" El actually just wanted to feel him touch her with the object again. The way it tickled and how he teased her with it, still using his hand to rub her inner thighs, made her instinctively try to get closer as he swiped the thing across her, wanting him to do it more.

"Like this? Do you like it when I start down here on this side, and I move up your lip and then barely touch your clit? I can see how wet you are, El. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen. When I do this," Mike held the item, which was actually a makeup brush for applying powder, just over her clit, not touching it, and El would try to move her hips into it, "it's like you want it so bad. You can't even see it but it feels so good that you want more. Fuck that's hot."

"It's a brush. Not a hairbrush, but is has little soft bristles. Is that right? I don't even care if it is. Can you do it a little more?"

"You like it? Like when I touch you here?" Mike asked as he ran the brush over her again. She was dripping onto the cushion, having become so turned on.

"Yes," El answered. Hearing how Mike was so confident, so sure of what he was doing, put her at ease and she felt no need to hide anything or to lie. "I think if you do it a lot you'll make me, um, cum."

"Really? Do you want me to? I have to say that I'd like to. I've only seen it in movies. But El, I want you to know, we can do everything or nothing. It's all up to you and I won't think differently about you no matter what," Mike promised.

"And how do you think of me?" El asked, inhibitions thrown aside as Mike touched her clit with the brush, teasing her, moving from her lips to between them just slightly, touching her ass, back up to her clit. She was writhing on the cushions and he maintained control, not letting her touch the brush unless he wanted her to.

"I think…I think I want to be in your life and there's nothing you could say to make me change my mind. I know we don't know everything about each other, but I've never felt so at ease with anyone, let alone a girl. And I feel like you're, I don't know, like I'm supposed to make you happy."

El was too turned on to dwell on what he'd just said, though she knew what he meant. She felt like Mike understood her even though they hadn't delved too far into each other's pasts. There was some unspoken bond that neither of them could put to words but both could feel. It was a connection, like something stronger than both of them.

"You're making me pretty happy right now, Mike," El panted. The way he was teasing her, making her feel like she was almost going to cum and then stopping, going back to less sensitive areas, and then doing it all over again was making her crazy.

The vision before him, her skirt bunched around her waist, her bare pussy so wet it was shining, her writhing and trying to feel more of the little brush as he teased her with it, was all too much and before he knew what he was doing, Mike's face was just millimeters from El's drenched pussy.

"What's this, El?" He asked softly just before his tongue ran the length of her slit, from the bottom moving up. El moaned.

"Oh God," El bit her hand to keep from crying out. Contrary to what she'd let Mike think, she had never been touched in such a way and the feelings were overwhelming. He seemed to know exactly what to do and El thought maybe all his time spent watching porn was in fact very good practice for the real thing.

Mike inhaled deeply, loving the scent that he was offered. Her skin felt so smooth as his tongue ran over her. He couldn't resist licking her lips, then using his fingers to spread her open a bit more, lapping at her inner lips until she grabbed his hair, then sliding his tongue into her warm and dripping hole. El didn't seem to be able to speak as Mike carried on, swirling his tongue around the bud of her clit, sucking on her lips, using his nose to stimulate her when his tongue was working inside her.

It occurred to El that she didn't know how much noise she might make if she came, having never done it while another person was touching her. And this was more than touching; this was beyond anything she had ever imagined. It scared her how good it felt.

"Okay, my turn to do you. You get the blindfold now." El didn't miss the disappointed look on Mike's face as she sat up and stripped off the blindfold. She moved him into position and tied the belt around his eyes. She marveled at Mike's cock for a second, wanting to just touch it, but she was going to play along with the original rules of the game. She had to hold up her end. She picked up her first object.

"Can you tell me what this is?" She asked as she brushed it along Mike's rigid shaft. She liked how she could see his cock twitch.

"It's soft. That much I know. Feels…fuzzy? Is it a stuffed animal?"

"Wow, you're better at this than you thought. Yes, it's a little cat I found. Does it feel nice?"

"Yeah. It does. You can touch it however you want," Mike said, his tone husky.

"However I want, huh?" El knew what she wanted and she was getting ready to see if Mike did too. When his tongue had touched her she knew she wanted his whole body to touch her, she just wasn't sure how to go about it and she was also a little apprehensive since his parents were home.

"However you want," Mike stated again.

"What's this, Mike?" El tossed the stuffed animal aside and grabbed her own panties. They were silky and she thought it might throw Mike off a bit. She draped them over his dick and then pulled them away, letting the fabric drag across his member. She could see pre-cum darkening the pink fabric as the head of his cock got caught in the panties.

"Oh, fuck, it's fabric. But I don't know what. It feels…fucking awesome though. Like, super soft and slick. Kinda tickly. Do it again? I like how it feels."

El did it again. This time though, she used her hand too. She watched herself hold his dick and start to move it, pumping him up and down.

"Yeah, I said anything you want. Your hand feels good, El."

"You got that but not the panties," El chuckled, still stroking Mike's cock.

"Panties! I don't know how I missed that," Mike laughed.

El got on her knees, leaning forward. "Can you tell me what this is?" She proceeded to use only her bottom lip to lick him from base to tip, not wanting to use her tongue unless he guessed what it was.

Mike couldn't speak. He knew it was her mouth but he hadn't anticipated that his cock would be close to El Hopper's mouth, no matter how much he might fantasize about it.

"Um, not sure. Maybe a little more? See if I can guess." Mike just wanted to feel her mouth on his dick forever.

El did it again, her lip wet with saliva, wanting to just suck on his dick but refraining. Mike was moaning and it was turning her on and all of a sudden she fell on top of him, their faces close together. El pushed the blindfold up away from his eyes.

Feeling a bit embarrassed but also very horny, El whispered to Mike.

"Mike, could you make me cum?"

She was straddling him and she could feel his cock rubbing against her but neither of them made the move to slip it inside, both needing to be told that was what the other wanted. Even though they had been doing this stuff and touching, El was afraid that maybe she'd been too bold and that Mike would say no.

"You…you want me to? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I…I really need it."

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard then. Until you beg me to stop. Cool?" Mike asked, already moving his hands to her hips and getting ready to let her take him in at her own pace.

"Cool," El breathed, feeling the tip of Mike's hard cock almost at her opening.

"Wait! I don't have a condom," Mike said with great disappointment.

El smiled and let herself start to open up to Mike's throbbing cock head. "Mike, my mom was a stripper in Vegas. She got me on the pill when I was 15. And I'm very good at taking it."

Mike held his breath as she started to slide down his shaft.

"Fuck, it's big, but you turned me on so much I can't stop taking it in. You said you can last a long time. Do you really think so?" El asked, her head swimming with lust as she felt Mike enter her.

"I can try. Wanna ride me for a little bit and then we can move? What are your fantasy positions? I know I don't, oh fuck you feel nice, look like it but I'm pretty strong. I can hold you up." To demonstrate Mike lifted his hips with El on him and held himself there. El put her feet on the floor and started to rock herself back and forth. The angle was odd but she liked the sounds Mike made as she slid on his dick.

"I don't know. You're the one who watches all the porn. Why don't you su-surprise me?" When Mike lowered himself back down El leaned forward, his cock still hilted in her. She kissed him. "You're fucking me, Mike. Can you believe it? And I don't think I want you to stop."

The kiss was unexpected but sent tingles to Mike's toes. He knew this was more than just a playful fuck session. Despite both of them having been virgins just moments earlier, he knew that they fit together in more ways than just their bodies and this was only the tip of the iceberg as far as their new relationship.

"I don't want to ever stop, El. We can do it all. Any time. I want to do it all together."

El was riding Mike, feeling him slide in and out of her, when suddenly her eyes bulged.

"Oh! Can it happen this fast? How am I, oh God, Mike, already cumming? I think I am. Don't stop." El was babbling as she felt the sensations. She hadn't known it could happen so quickly.

"I won't stop, El, but you're the one doing the work. Do what feels good." Mike held her hips as she thrust herself back and forth.

"Mike, your dick is inside me. You're making me cum. You're gonna feel it…" El felt it then, how her abdomen tightened and her body pulsed, the strongest from her pelvic region, and she felt warm all over. Her head was hazy and she was distantly aware that Mike was bucking his hips into her and saying something.

"Oh shit, you're cumming on me, El. I can feel it. Fuck it feels so good. My dick has never been happier. You're so pretty when you're cumming too. I want to make you do it again." Even as he was speaking Mike was pulling her down to his chest. He could still feel her spasming around his cock but he wanted to hold her while she came down from how hard he'd made her climax. He rubbed her back and whispered in her ear how good she was.

"You feel so amazing on me. I really like being inside you. And feeling you cum on my cock…El, that might be the best feeling ever. Even better than me cumming." He kissed her again and could feel her panting into his mouth, so breathless from her orgasm.

"I want to feel you too though," El said when she could speak again.

"Do you really? Not too tired?" Mike asked with concern.

"I'm not too tired. Let's keep going." El smiled and Mike swooned.

"How do you want it?" Mike asked, still in disbelief that his Friday had taken this direction.

"However you want to do it," El replied.

"Stand up for a second," Mike said, helping her to her feet. By now they had ripped off their shirts and were completely naked in Mike's basement. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Mike squeezed her breasts for the first time, eliciting a sigh from El. He was indeed taller so as he bent to kiss her again she had to stand on her tip-toes.

"You just think that because I let you put your dick inside me," El joked. But Mike as more serious.

"No. I've been fantasizing about just talking to you since you moved here. I had a whole world for us made up in my head. But the real thing is better than any fantasy I could ever imagine. You're like…it's like you're beautiful on the inside so that just bubbles to the surface. And now I know for sure, because I've been inside you. And El," Mike kissed her again, moving to her neck and sucking lightly, "I want to be back inside you." Mike pushed her gently toward the stairs, turning her and hugging her from behind.

El was a little worried because they were so close to the door to the basement. If one of Mike's parents happened to open the door there was no way they wouldn't be caught. But that also added to the excitement. As she felt Mike's arms wrap around her from behind she felt her knees buckle a little and knew that she'd do anything he asked, no matter the consequences.

Mike placed her on her knees on the third step of the basement stairs, spreading her legs.

"I'm gonna enter you from behind. Supposed to go deeper that way. If you don't like it, tell me. But fuck you look so hot like this. Your ass is perfect, El. I'm gonna slip back in, okay? Want me to? Want to feel it again?" Mike asked her as his warm breath fanned over her shoulders and the back of her neck.

"Please do it," El panted, already more turned on than before.

"What do you want me to do, El?"

El looked back over her shoulder at Mike, her eyes full of desire.

"I want you to fuck me, Mike. Right here. Right now."

Mike felt his dick slide back inside her. He could feel the backs of her thighs on his, her skin was so smooth and warm. Since he was standing and she was squatted on the stairs, he had more leverage and could control the depth and power of his thrusts. He knew they couldn't be too loud though. Leaning forward, he whispered one more thing before giving in and really pounding her.

"I know you can't be loud so if you want more, push your ass back. If you want less, ease yourself forward. I'll get it. I'm gonna fuck you now. Can I?"

"God, please do it."

Mike started slowly, wanting to test how far he could bury himself inside her. It was deeper than when she'd straddled him and the image of watching his cock ram into her bare and wet pussy only made everything hotter. As he built up his speed he noticed that she was only pushing back, wanting more. Mike was happy to oblige. He wanted to talk to her though and the only way to do that was to lean down.

"You like it? Fuck you feel so good. I wanted to talk to you about how hot you are while my dick is fucking you. Your pussy is so tight, I don't think I ever want to pull out, El. Can you show me how much you like it? If I just stand here can you show me how bad you want it?" Mike nuzzled his face into the fuzziness of her hair before standing back up to watch her try to fuck him.

El had one hand behind her, gripping Mike's head as she tried to turn her face enough to kiss him. Upon hearing his request she held on to the carpet of the stairs with both hands and proceeded to push her ass back, fucking Mike's dick with her pussy while he stood still. She wanted to show him how much she liked it, how helpless she was to go against anything her body seemed to want from him. She did it faster, and then slower, all the while trying to look back at him to show him how happy it was making her.

"Yeah, just like that," Mike whispered. He could hear the sloppy sounds his cock was making as she took it inside her over and again. He could feel every tight inch of her. He reached around her and found her clit, stroking it playfully while he resumed fucking her himself. He had to lean forward again but that was no problem. "I'm gonna make you cum again. You liked it so much before. And it felt so good on my dick. I want to feel it again. I'll just touch you here. Do you like it when I do?"

"Uh huh," was all El could say. Hearing him talk to her that way while he was fucking her so well and also touching her like she was part of him was already making her weak in the knees.

"What do you like, El?" Mike asked, not stopping his insanely effectively tickling. El was getting closer.

"I l-like it when you rub my cl-clit," El whispered, still afraid of alerting Mike's parents.

"And why do you like that," Mike asked, still inquisitive.

"You know how to m-make me c-cum. No one ev-ever has. Just y-you. And you're gonna…oh fuck, Mike…you're gonna do it again right now." El bit her lip as she felt her second orgasm overtake her. Mike's hand never stopped its delicious movements on her clit and his cock didn't stop its rhythm.

"Fuuuck, this is better than the first one," Mike said as he felt it. El's legs were trembling so much he could literally see them shaking on the staircase. El's body continued to hitch and convulse.

As she was still climaxing El was startled when Mike picked her up and carried her to the sofa. He sat down and held her like a baby, cradling her trembling body until she was breathing normally again. El could have been happy to just stay like that, she was so tired, but she still wanted to make Mike cum. She was impressed at how right he'd been about his stamina. She let her head loll against his shoulder and she felt him kiss her forehead.

"You're pretty amazing, Mike. I'm kinda glad no one but me gets to know that. I want you all to myself," El admitted. She felt attached, not wanting to ever part from him. "But now it's your turn. You don't have to hold back anymore. I want to feel you cum. Will you do that for me?" El repositioned herself, straddling him once again. Mike was sitting up and El wanted to be able to see him as she fucked him, wanting to see every little nuance his face made as their sexes joined together.

"Make me cum then. It shouldn't be hard. You're so hot and it feels so good to be inside you. I'll tell you a secret," Mike offered as their lips met again. "I almost came when I had you on the stairs. When you looked back over your shoulder at me…damn I'll think about how you looked then forever. But I know you must be tired. I can speed it up. That's another talent of mine." Their tongues crashed together and as they kissed Mike got another idea.

"I want you to cum one more time though." He reached over to the side table where he'd left the little powder brush. "I'm gonna use this on you while you take my cock. I know you liked it." Mike pushed her back just enough to get the little brush between them. "Look down and watch me do it. See how your clit will contract a little? Or like jump? That's so hot. Does it feel good? You didn't have a dick in you the last time I did it. Tell me how it feels."

El looked down and watched. The way he'd graze over her clit with the brush in an upward motion made her fuck him harder and Mike noticed it too, so he did it more. El was holding tightly to his shoulders and watching him tease her, actually seeing her clit swell more as though it was trying to make more surface area for him to touch.

"Fuck, don't stop doing that. Oh, Mike, please make me cum again. I want to cum while you cum inside me. I want to feel you shoot it deep into me while your play with my clit. That brush might be the best thing ev-ever. Don't…don't stop. Please?" El was begging, even though Mike had no intentions of stopping. She was just so overwhelmed with pleasure that the mere thought of it ending was too much to imagine.

"You want my cum? You want to feel it inside you? El, of course you can have it. You fucked me better than my imagination could concoct. I just wanted to make you cum a lot first. Are you close? What do I need to do to make you cum one more time? I'll fill you up when you do. We'll cum together."

"Just use the brush a little…oh fuck…more. Oh shit, just like that. How is this so good? I didn't know…oh…Mike! Mike, right now. Don't stop. Please cum. Please cum in me right now because you're making me cum again on your hard cocccccckkkkk," her voice petered out as she bit into his shoulder to stifle her scream.

Mike let go then. He dumped his load, which shot stream after stream of hot frothy semen deep inside her, feeling her squeeze his shaft as the rhythmic pulsations pulled him into her even more. They came together, at some point their faces finding one another, their lips and tongues joining as they rode out their orgasms together.

"Oh my God, that was the best I've ever cum," Mike said as they held one another.

"Me too." El was quiet for a minute. "I don't think you have to wait until you get to college, Mike. You can do that with me any time. I hope you'll want to."

"Really?" Mike asked.

"Really. You're easily the best thing about Hawkins. And we uh, still have to finish our project. Maybe next week we can uh, play some more games."

"I'm definitely up for that. El, I feel like it's supposed to be me and you against the world. I know that's probably stupid. But I do."

"I feel that way too. We just had crazy good sex and we were virgins, Mike. That doesn't happen. So that has to mean something."

Mike contemplated that as he rubbed her back once again. He found it to be soothing. Everything about El soothed him.

They both found some pajamas in the clean laundry basket and Mike was about to show El to Nancy's room. While he wanted to sleep with her, he knew that since his mother had offered Nancy's room she would be checking at some point and Mike didn't know when. So it was better to be safe. They were climbing the stairs to go up to the bedrooms.

"And I think our project will turn out great too," El whispered as they reached the landing.

"Yeah! We still have to film the movie," Mike remembered.

El smiled and, seeing how no one was around, leaned in to kiss Mike one more time. It was slow and long and sensual and made Mike feel fuzzy when it ended.

"Yeah, the movie. And maybe some time we can make a different kind of movie too." El winked at him, kissed his cheek, and headed into Nancy's room.

"Night, Mike," she whispered before closing the door.

Mike was dumbfounded. All he could think was how it would be to watch a movie of him fucking this perfect girl.

"Um, night, El." He stumbled into his room, drunk on what could only be called love.

Author's Note: I plan to continue this story. There are more things they can do in the basement. And there was talk of a movie? And M, you know I wrote this for you.