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The March rain drummed against the window, rolling down the foggy window built of condensation from chilly air that was still leftover from winter. She kept wiping the glass with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, watching the water droplets from the sky patter on the street. It looked like small crystals beating against the road from the rain being illuminated by the glow of the street lamps.
She chewed on her bottom lip, heart racing anytime a car passed by, eyes flickering over the clock on her nightstand which still hadn’t changed from 7:02 the last time she checked. A defeated sigh blew out of her nose. Of course he wasn’t coming.
Why would he?
He was Steve Harrington and she was just… her.
He was probably with Tommy Hagan laughing their asses off at her advances. Laughing about how she left the note in his locker to meet her under the bleachers in the gymnasium during lunch.
She was surprised he had shown up, hair a little disheveled like he had been running his fingers through it, wearing a green and egg-white polo shirt tucked into his denim jeans. His brows were creased when he saw her.
“You came.” She had a smile of relief.
There was a flicker of uneasiness that crossed his face, clearly uncertain why a girl he’s never talked to before had placed a note in his locker to meet up. “Yeah.”
There was an awkward beat.
“Will you have sex with me?” She blurted, instantly regretting it when Steve’s eyes widened, blinking rapidly.
“‘Scuse me?” He didn’t say it in a rude tone or anything. He was just unsure if he had heard her right.
It felt stupid to repeat it. In fact, she felt stupid asking at all. Steve Harrington was undoubtedly the most popular boy in her grade, declared as “the King” of Hawkins High. He shouldn’t even be talking to her right now.
She stepped closer to him, grateful he didn’t flinch or back away. “I want you to have sex with me.”
“I heard you the first time, Y/n.”
He knew who she was.
The tension in her shoulders relaxed.
He crossed his arms across his chest, tilting his head. “Why do you want to? I mean, why do you want to have sex with me?”
It was embarrassing. “I’ve never…” She made a face.
“Never what?” He made her want to bang her head against the concrete walls.
“I’ve never done it before!” She exclaimed.
“Oh.”
This was already a huge mistake. He was going to laugh in her face and she would have to transfer schools and change her name and–
“You want me to be your first?” Did he just smile?
“Uh… yeah. It’s just there’s this boy I’m talking to and I really like him and my friends keep telling me he wants to do it, but like I said I haven’t. I don’t want to be bad or anything and then my friends told me I need to find someone that knows what they’re doing so I can get it over with. So then I thought, hey, Steve Harrington looks like he knows what he’s doing.” Her hands flew to her face, shaking her head. “God, I don’t know why I told you all of that.”
Steve looked her up and down, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth. “My parents are home this week.”
“Oh okay.” That was his way of rejecting her. She turned on her heels to leave.
“Woah, wait.” He grabbed her arm gently. She looked as his hand gripped around her flesh. Looking back up at him, she felt at ease again. His eyes were soft, the corner of his mouth upturned. “I just meant we can’t at my house.”
“My parents have a thing tonight.” Her eyes shimmered with courage but her tone was laced with innocence, probably getting way too over her head.
He let go of her. “I’ll be over at seven.”
She wondered if he was planning on coming at all. Maybe he had realized if anyone had found out about them, his social status at school would plummet into the ground. She wasn’t worth risking his popularity.
When she was about to give up and get ready for bed, she noticed a figure walking up her driveway, jumping when the doorbell rang. She hurried out of her room and to the front door, looking through the peephole, a breath hitched in her throat. Steve Harrington was standing on her porch, hunched over with his hands in his pockets, dripping wet. She quickly opened the door and let him inside.
“Hi.” She greeted.
“Hi.” He took off his drenched tennis shoes, placing them neatly by the door.
“I could put your socks in the dryer.” She offered, looking down at his feet. His tube socks were so wet theysoaked the carpet.
He shifted uncomfortably. “Sure, thanks.”
She couldn’t deny the awkward silence as they ventured to her laundry room, flooded with her parents’ clothes, spilling out of white baskets, stained of wine and tomato sauce. She watched Steve bend over, tugging the socks off, slugging some water on her ankles, throwing them into the dryer.
“You wanna go to your room?” He asked her.
It felt weird to have a boy inside her bedroom, especially the boy being Steve Harrington, seeing a part of her no one did at school. She spent the entire afternoon after school cleaning it but had forgotten to hide anything that was embarrassing, she still had dolls decorated on her shelf, bed covered in plush stuffed animals. She was fully clothed but now she felt bare and vulnerable as he examined the contents, picking up a picture of her as a kid.
He wandered over to her bed, sitting down, running a hand through his damp chestnut locks.
She had never really looked at him before. She wasn’t obtuse. Steve was attractive but she had never taken the time to see how there were a few freckles scattered on his face, or how his eyes captured light.
She felt self-conscious, pulling her sweatshirt down over her thighs; nevertheless, she joined him on the bed, ignoring the heart palpitations in her chest. “How was basketball practice?”
“Uh… good.”
She nodded. “The game last week was good. Especially that three-pointer.”
Steve smiled. “Didn’t take you for a basketball fan.”
“Just a little.” She admitted, putting her pointer finger and thumb up with a gap in between.
Steve laughed. It was the surprising element she needed to diffuse the tension in the room. His soft, smooth like silk chuckle and awkward smile made her feel at ease.
She examined his face, wondering what he was thinking, if he thought this was crazy they were about to have sex. She gulped when his tongue rolled against his bottom lip, eyes flickering to hers. She knew exactly what that meant, having seen way too many romance movies. He was ready to kiss her. “You’re really pretty.” He said, swallowing, his Adam's bobbing, face inching closer to hers.
“Thanks.” Her words got lost when he pressed his lips gently against hers. Her eyes fluttered shut when his hand rested on her waist.
She had heard rumors that Steve was a good kisser, never believing it until his lush lips moved against hers. Instinctively, she followed, parting her lips, putting her hand on his neck, shivering when his cold fingers slipped under the hem of shirt and brushed her skin.
It was bumping their noses and clanking teeth when Steve deepened the kiss, gliding his tongue against her bottom lip, moaning when her warm tongue grazed his.
When his hand slid up, thumbing the bottom of her bra, she broke the kiss. “Are you thirsty?”
“‘M good.” Steve didn’t even open his eyes back up, kissing her neck and for a second she melted into the feeling.
Then his hand squeezed her boob, her eyes snapped back open. “Are you sure? We have Coke.” She asked him.
There was a long breath of air that blew on her neck, then she felt cold, his hands were in his lap, looking up at the ceiling. “We don’t have to do this.”
“No, I want to. I just… I dunno. Were you nervous your first time?” She adjusted herself on the bed, sitting criss cross, facing him.
He thought for a moment, not looking at her. “Yeah.”
“I know I’m just another hook-up to you but… I dunno. I still want to be good.” It felt pathetic to admit something like that.
Steve chuckled to himself, twisting his body to mirror her. She furrowed her brows at his half-hearted smile. “Do you trust me?”
His question baffled her, tripping on a series of words until he tilted his head, his big brown honeyed irises coating her in a thick feeling she had never felt before. She tentatively nodded, taking his hands in hers, moving them slowly to her chest.
She wasn’t sure how to feel once they were bare, him laying her down on the bed, hovering over her, his damp hair sticking to her forehead as he positioned himself, his lips brushing her cheek, repeatedly whispering, “So pretty.”
Every single one of her friends had talked how it felt during sex. Euphoric, like that first drop on the rollercoaster. But none of them told her the aftermath. Sweaty and sticky, standing awkwardly in front of a dryer, watching the dial move agonizingly slow. If she had known it would only last five minutes, she would have asked to play a board game before they did anything.
She knew it was just as awful for him, practically running out of her house after he asked her if she had finished and she replied, “I don’t know.” His jaw clenched, embarrassed, claiming she would know if it had happened.
Maybe he regretted not accepting that Coke.
He didn’t even put his shoes back on, hurrying out of the front door, feet splashing in the puddles of water. He had mentioned his car was parked a block away to not give her neighbors any suspicions if he had pulled up.
She set her forehead on the door, letting out an exasperated sigh. Alone again with the pitter-patter of rain.
When she went to move her spoiled sheets from the washer to the dryer, she nearly laughed, his tube socks were still in there.
Neither of them spoke or acknowledged each other as days, weeks and months rolled by. She had come to terms that he saw her as another girl on his checklist, and before long, Steve had become only another classmate to her. She only had a pair of faded socks to testify it had ever happened.
–
Becky’s house was packed. Full of freshly graduated seniors, holding onto the last amount of freedom they had before being thrown out to the dogs. Which meant enough booze to risk the chance of alcohol poisoning, sticky fluids exchanged between horny teenagers that never had the chance to do it before, because why the fuck not? High school was over. None of it mattered.
Music pulsated around the house. Bodies bumping into one another, stench of weed filtering from the backyard. Y/n took a sip of the mixed drink she got earlier from a large glass bowl, her sticky lip gloss making a shiny mark on her cup, absentmindedly listening to two of her friends discuss their summer plans working at the new Starcourt mall. She, of course, was stuck working at the mini-mart right in town.
Someone announced that Billy was about to do a keg stand, most of the party-goers swarmed outside, allowing her to finally breathe. Her friends giggled, looking at her for permission to join the crowd. She rolled her eyes, motioning her head to the back door, smiling when they rushed out. Tired of her drink she shot the rest of it to the back of her throat, placing the empty cup on a table nearby. The sudden urge to pee washed over her.
Upstairs was much quieter than downstairs. She could still hear the bumping music and the loud chanting from outside but it was much more pleasant that she could hear her thoughts. Becky had made a sign for the bathroom. Y/n couldn’t blame her. She wouldn’t want guests snooping around in her room either.
When she opened the door to the bathroom she froze in her place. Her eyes immediately locked with a sea of champagne clouded with a dark hazy crowd. Steve Harrington sat on the counter, a blunt in his hand and a frazzled look on his face. His hair was mussed, a strand hugging his forehead.
“Pretty sure Becky said no smoking in the house.” She said, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled. “Pretty sure it’s bathroom etiquette to knock.” His voice was smooth and warm. He then held the blunt out closer in her direction. “Want some?”
Her need to pee immediately went away, a smirk creeped on her face. She never turned down a free chance to smoke. As long as he didn’t bill her later.
She could feel him watch her close the door, clicking the lock in place, not wanting to make the same mistake he did. You know, in case an unwanted guest walked in on them breaking the rules.
The walk from the door to the sink felt daunting under Steve’s scrutiny. He wouldn’t look away when she grabbed the blunt from his fingers or even when she inhaled the smoke. She smiled to herself, hopping on the counter next to him. Their shoulders brushed each other as she adjusted herself. “Surprised to see you here.” She told him.
“Yeah, guess I wanted to soak it all up before it was too late.” Steve said.
“What? Was prom king not enough for you?”
He laughed but didn’t answer, looking at the gray shag bath mat in front of the bathtub. “You ever wonder how an ant feels when it tries to walk on carpet.” He took a drag, smoke puffed from his parted lips. “Don’t you think they get confused and shit? It would be like walking through a maze.”
She thought for a moment, taking another hit herself. “Ants are smart. They’ll crawl on top not through. Like this.” She moved her hand up and down like a wave. The two of them cracking up at the silly thought. His shoulder bumped into hers. She briefly looked at it when he didn’t bother to move it away.
“You’re funny. Wonder why we never really talked after…” His voice trailed off, filling the silence by putting the blunt back between his lips.
“After we had the worst sex ever?” She gave him a pointed look.
“I wouldn’t say the worst…” Steve mumbled.
She hummed in response, sniggering when he frowned. “It’s okay, Harrington. Practice makes perfect, right?” She patted him on the shoulder.
“Well, considering it was my first time too, I suppose you’re right.”
Her eyes widened, choking on the smoke she had just inhaled. She nearly didn’t believe him. But by the way he ducked his head, trying to cover his pink flushed cheeks, she realized he wasn’t lying. Her curious mind scrambled the many reasons why he had never told her the truth. Why he had really accepted her offer under the gymnasium bleachers. Maybe his friends had been pressuring for him to do it and when the opportunity fell in his lap, he took it.
There was a moment of silence. Her senses seemed to be heightened because she could hear the water move through the pipes and the drops of water coming from the shower. She could smell Steve’s cologne, vanilla and gentle woods. It felt like her head was full of the ocean, rolling in soft waves crashing against her skull. She began to giggle at an absurd thought that crossed her mind.
Steve’s brows creased, looking at how she was hunched over, shoulders moving up and down, a quiet snort slipping out. He looked at her hand. There was nothing left of the blunt. The remains had fallen to the ground. “What?”
She waved her hand at him. “Oh, nothing… I just… I was just wondering something.”
“What’s that?”
“What does a blowjob feel like for you?”
Steve looked dumbfounded. “Pardon?”
“You heard me. I’ve always wondered if I had a penis what a blowjob would feel like.” She sighed, face cracked open in a smile.
He still seemed to be in disbelief. Her outlandish question had made him at a loss for words. “Uh… I dunno. I guess like sex but more wet?” He ran his fingers through his hair. She glanced at how the sleeve of his striped polo hugged his bicep. “It’s warm and really intense. Sometimes I have to hold on to something because it feels so good my knees get weak or I feel like I’m floating in the air.”
Her stomach twisted into a knot hearing him talk about how it felt to have someone’s mouth around him. She swallowed, clenching her legs to relieve the growing pressure. “Oh.”
“I imagine it’s sort of the same feeling you get when someone… you know. Does it to you.” Steve’s eyes were dark. But she was positive it was because of the weed and the weed only. Not because of the suffocating heat that had enveloped them in the bathroom.
“Wouldn’t know.” She answered him, biting her lip.
“Oh.” His gaze flickered down to her legs. How the skirt she wore rode up her thighs, exposing just the right amount of skin. He took his pointer finger, brushing it over the soft flesh. “A shame.”
Her heart beating against her chest was almost deafening. “Why’s that?”
He leaned his head closer, mouth ghosting her ear. “You have no clue what sweet sounds you would make.”
Her jaw slacked, slowly turning her face towards him. His Adam’s apple bobbed, licking his lips. “I locked the door.” Her voice betrayed her, cracking in her throat.
He smirked, glancing at her lips then back up. She didn’t hesitate, tangling her fingers in his hair, mouth attacking his. It was sloppy and open mouthed. His knuckles turned white, gripping her thigh like he was afraid she’d hop off the counter and leave. But in fact, she felt like she was being glued to the granite, the edge cutting into the back of her thighs, her body weighing down with each kiss.
Steve broke away, panting. He slid off the counter, gripping her hips, pushing his body between her legs, moaning when she wrapped around him, pulling him closer against her. Her crotch pressing right above his waistline. He couldn’t help but jerk her tighter against him, soaking up the warmth hiding between the soft cotton of her underwear. His mouth found hers again, swallowing her soft gasps. “I want to show you what it feels like. Then I want you to tell me.”
A breath hitched in her throat, chest heaving. How did they even end up here? She went perfectly alright without thinking about him since sophomore year. I mean there was the occasional reminder when she snuck a boy into her room. However, not once did his name cross her mind when boys trailed their hands up her body or when she was alone in her room.
“Do you want me to show you?” His words fell into her neck, melting on the tender spot, sending a shiver down her spine. She nodded.
“Words.” The demand was short, lifting her chin up, a smug look on his face as she whined under his touch.
“Please, show me.”
Steve smiled, sinking down, sprawling his hands from her hips to the outside of her thighs. He placed a kiss on her knee and on the other one, his mouth trailing up until his head was fully under her skirt, the tinge of his lips over the thin cotton. His hands joined underneath, fingers running under the waistband of her underwear, letting it go with a snap. “Steve,” she hissed.
He chuckled, sliding them down her legs. She was the impatient one, kicking them somewhere across the bathroom. “Look how gorgeous you are.” His thumb grazed her, sticky and begging for attention.
She hated that she couldn’t see what he was doing or his facial expressions.
He kissed her again, sending a spark from her pelvis to her toes. His tongue slid inside, groaning at her sweet taste. She gripped the edge of the counter with one hand, the other in his mop of hair. He then found it, the one spot forcing her toes to curl in her white tennis shoes. “S- so good.” Feels His tongue lapped around, circling and sucking. Her head fell back against the mirror behind her, arching her back. A loud moan filled the heavy hot bathroom, adding gasoline to the fire burning around her, Steve working faster. It was intoxicating and made her dizzy, more drunk and high than cheap vodka and a rolled blunt could ever make her feel. Her chest swelled. “Steve… I think–”
A loud bang from the bathroom door interrupted her thoughts.
Steve detached from her. “Just a minute!” He turned back and continued.
But whoever was at the door must have not heard him, more banging, door rattling.
Steve groaned in frustration. “Can you wait one more minute, goddamn.”
Whoever was on the other side of the door answered. “I gotta piss man.”
The Harrington boy let out an exasperated sigh, looking at her apologetically, knowing whatever moment she had was lost into the bathroom air, slipping between the vents.
He helped her off the counter, her chest flushed against his. She smiled innocently, taking her thumb to wipe his lips from her sticky lipgloss and the sinful wetness from between her legs. “Don’t worry about it. When I go home and finish myself off, I’ll be thinking of you.” She patted his chest, straightening the collar of his polo, a smug smile on her face when she noticed how he squirmed, adjusting himself in his jeans before she unlocked the bathroom door.
–
She regretted not applying to college outside of fucking Hawkins, Indiana. If she had to ring up one more sleazy drunk, telling her to smile or ask if she was doing anything after work, she would bang her head between the freezer doors. She almost had a job lined up at Starcourt mall. Until it burned down three days before her interview. Least to say, she was not thrilled when she had to come to work and throw out overstocked expired products the next day after bragging for weeks to her co-workers she was finally getting out of there.
She was stuck watching teenagers roll in, using their fake IDs to buy cheap liquor for boat rides on Lover’s Lake, sun kissed, grinning ear-to-ear because they were young and no one cared what they did, because they weren’t working in the goddamn mini-mart.
She and two others were on closing duty one night during a summer shower, cracking thunder, vibrating the entire store, glass jars clanking, rain hammering the metal roof. It was agonizingly slow. Only a few people walked in, buying ice cream and microwavable popcorn for a lazy night in with friends, lovers. She was hunched over, skimming through a tabloid, popping her pink bubble gum. Her attention was grabbed when she heard someone mutter ‘shit’ and shoes squeaking against the epoxy white floor. She looked up, smirking as the boy with overgrown dark locks, a green polo and his denim jeans was walking in the opposite direction. Do they get tighter every time she sees him? “Where you going, Harrington? No other registers open besides mine.”
He stopped, shoulders rising and falling in a deep sigh. She watched him look around for a potential escape before finally turning around rushing over, picking out a random bar of candy from the rack, placing it on top of another item in his hand. She felt irritated that he had set them all the way at the end of the conveyor, having to wait agonizingly for them to reach her. Steve stood in front, an awkward tightlipped smile, hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his feet. She couldn’t help but notice the large bruise under his eye, a bandaid at the corner of his eyebrow, and a cut that had scabbed over on his chin. “Still getting in fights I see.”
He self-consciously touched the violet bump under his eye. “Y-yeah.”
She picked up the candy bar, scanning it quickly. “Need a bag?”
“Uh… no.” He coughed, nervously glancing at the floor.
She furrowed her brows but shook it off, placing the candy on the bar. She picked up the other item, not paying full attention until she scanned it. Her brows raised and had to fight off the urge to laugh. It was in her training not to address the purchases of customers but she couldn’t help it. “Fun night planned?”
Steve poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, closing his eyes. “Can you just tell me how much I owe?”
The shit-eating grin on her face made him duck his head. His arms crossed his chest, her eyes glanced towards his arms hugging against the fabric of the shirt, the fluorescent light above spotlighting the freckles laying on his neck, calling out for her to kiss them. He gave her a look, forcing her to pull down from reality and look at the monitor, snorting. “This is just so easy,” she whispered to herself. “Sixty-nine cents.”
If he was trying not to react, he was failing miserably, hands clumsily rummaging through his pockets, placing the change down in her outstretched one, fingers lingering longer than they should. “I’m guessing you and your girlfriend are pretty serious, then?” She had noticed him hanging out a lot with his co-worker from the ice cream parlor at the mall. She was pretty, tall, slender, and covered in freckles.
He seemed confused. “Girlfriend? Wait… you think me and Robin are together? No! We’re not dating or anything. Just friends. Nothing more.”
She chuckled. “Woah, lover boy. Didn’t mean to strike a chord.” Her eyes flickered back to the box of Trojans, imagining him going back into his car where a girl was probably waiting inside.
“Can I level with you?”
She looked up at him, wishing he’d just take the items and get out of the store, even praying for one of the drunks to show up to creep him out so he’d leave. “Hm?”
He leaned forward, dropping his voice into a whisper even though he was the only customer in line. “It’s so embarrassing. I’m only buying these because the ones I did have are expired.”
“Doesn’t it take like years for condoms to expire?”
Steve laughed, shrugging. “Yeah. I told you it was embarrassing.”
A half-hearted smile tugged on her lips. “It’s not embarrassing.”
They shared a moment, looking at each other, not-so-secretly checking each other out. She blew a bubble, popping it slowly, licking and dragging her teeth against the sticky strings stuck to her bottom lip, eyes never leaving his. Not even when a group of kids came in or one of her co-workers walked by with a bucket because there was a leak on aisle nine. When she did break eye contact, she took her pen, scribbling something on the magazine, ignoring the fact she didn’t buy it when she tore a piece off. She picked up the items he bought, holding it out for him to take, handing him the piece of paper as well.
“What’s this?”
She smirked. “My number. For whenever those are about to expire.”
His jaw went slack, a dark cloud flooded his buttered chocolate irises. “Oh.” He cleared his throat. “You know, my other ones. They don’t expire until tomorrow.”
Never in her life did she sludge soapy water against the floor so fast once the last customer walked out, practically pushing them out, locking the door behind them. Her eyes glimmered when she noticed the shiny maroon BMW, wipers sloshing rain off the window as it waited patiently. Her co-workers gave her a suspicious look when she denied a ride from Jan, watching her jog over to the vehicle they’ve never seen before. She knocked on the window, opening the door when she heard the lock click. The inside of his car smelled like expensive smoky leather, clean except for an empty candy wrapper on the floorboard.
There was no waste of time. Steve barely grabbed the clutch when her hand fell on his thigh, squeezing gently. It was just like the bathroom. It was hungry kisses, bumping their noses, clanking teeth, giggling because they always found themselves in this position. Never talking, until an unusual circumstance brought them together in dirty open-mouthed kisses and filthy touching.
Steve swore he was dreaming when she took off her pants, crawling over the middle console, straddling his lap. His hands on her ass, pulling her into him since she was dangerously close to the horn. He tried to say something, but she quickly shushed him by rolling her hips, drawing a moan from his red swollen lips into her mouth. She bucked her hips again. His hands crept under her shirt which had soaked up raindrops, splaying his rough hands on her back, finding the lace of her bra. She reached behind, grabbing his wrists, resting them on her ribs. “Please touch me.”
“I’m kind of thirsty actually.” He murmured on her throat, smiling at the memory that flashed his mind.
“I’ll get you a Coke once you touch me.” She found her hand at the nape of his neck, running them up his dark locks, tugging– maybe a little too hard. Nevertheless, he took a handful of her breast over her bra. She felt him jump underneath his jeans as he messaged them, closing his eyes when he caught her biting her lip from the pleasure. Impatient, waiting and thinking about him since the bathroom a few months ago, leaving her unfinished, craving him some nights when she touched herself. She unbuckled his belt. He removed one of his hands from underneath her shirt, pulling the lever of his seat, the back crashing down and hitting the backseat. They worked together to shimmy his jeans and underwear to his thighs, his heat slapping his stomach.
She stroked him, biting his neck, asking him where the condoms were. While stealing another kiss, he reached to the middle console, pulling out the box he had bought in the store, fumbling to open it. “What about the old ones?”
“Oh, I lied. They expired like a week ago. I really didn’t want to wait three years.” He admitted, pulling out the square shaped wrapper.
“You could have asked me on a date. That’s what most guys do as an excuse to sleep with me.” She said, watching him tear the wrapper with his teeth.
“If we were still in school I could’ve put an ambiguous note in your locker to meet up.” He chuckled, rolling the rubber on his length. Resting his hands on her hips.
“That’s creepy. I would have never shown up.” She dragged a digit across his jaw, feeling the cut under his lip. “Don’t you know Hawkins is cursed? I’d be afraid of ending up in a ditch somewhere.” She took note how his expression changed, pursed lips, ticked jaw, and eyes flickered elsewhere. She furrowed her brows, turning his face so he’d look at her again, swallowing the question if the bruise under his eye meant more than just another stupid fight. “Hey, I was kidding.”
The corner of his mouth twitched and his face fell softer, bringing the girl into a tender kiss.
She hovered over him and he used his thumb to push her underwear to the side so she could sink down. They both gasped. She stayed still a moment, reveling in the feeling of him inside of her. Her hands used his chest for support to start bouncing. Slow at first, savoring the warmth and tight pressure, picking up a steady rhythm once she got familiar with his length. Steve’s fingers clawing crescents into the flesh of her hips. Then, like a lightning bolt, unexpected and fiery, she lifted herself almost completely out of him, before submerging back down. “Jesus,” he groaned, grabbing her ass for mental support— also he really wanted to. She wrapped her hand around his throat, meeting him in a dangerously sultry kiss, smirking at how utterly gone he looked. If he had his neck leaned back any further it would break. His eyes were closed, lips parted, honey covered moans released from the back of his throat.
She went faster, deeper, noticing how he thrusted his hips upwards to meet her rhythm, chasing the bubbling heat at the base of her stomach. “You make me feel so good.” She coed.
“Yeah?” He was almost breathless, chest heaving.
“Yeah,” she mewled. “You turn me on so much. It took a lot of power in me not to get on my knees in the store.”
Steve made a noise at the back of his throat, squeezing her ass a little tighter. “Can’t stop thinking about the party. Can’t stop thinking about you.”
She shifted forward, both of them crying out mixed with the rolls of thunder and the creaking of the car. Water droplets rolled down the fog covered windows, casting a warm blue tone of light across Steve’s face. “You feel amazing. Fuck, you’re so… beautiful.” He muttered, dragging his thumb over her bottom lip.
She ducked her head, wondering how being in her work uniform made her beautiful. “I’m not even shirtless.”
“Doesn’t matter.” It was nonchalant, no tone of flirting or trying to be charming. For a moment she believed him to be earnest. “I’m close.” His words were lodged in the back of his throat. His hooded eyes were hazy.
“Me too.” Her words stuck to the sticky flesh of his neck, latching it with her teeth, sucking and licking, painting a rosy bloom. She sat back, raking a sharp breath of air, jolts of electricity pulsing through her legs and toes as his tip kissed her most sensitive area. The fabric of his polo bunched up in her hands as he clung to the flesh of her hips, bringing her harder and deeper against him. “Oh my god.”
“Jesus, sweetheart. I could just listen to those pretty sounds you make and cum.”
“Then do it.” She challenged him, brushing the hair sticking to his forehead. “Please come with me.”
That seemed to send the boy right over the edge. His pace quickened, she followed suit soon after. The air felt filthy and hot, making her wish she had taken off her shirt but they were too far gone in one another. Her walls grabbed onto him tighter with each unrelentless plunge. He sat up slightly, chasing her lips, drowning himself in the agonizing and pleading cries she made. She stuttered a flood of curses as the shockwaves rippled her entire body.
Steve’s eyes rolled back, choking out her name, twitching inside her, hips lazily thrusting upward, finally falling apart.
She hoisted herself out of him but didn’t leave his lap, panting, running the back of her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Steve chuckled, setting the seat back to its normal position. Their chests flushed against each other. She could hear Steve’s racing heartbeat. Her mouth opened to say something, but was cut off by a sharp knock on his window. She jumped at the intrusion, her ass hitting the horn. “Shit!” She scrambled over the console, quickly putting her jeans back on. Steve took the condom off, tossing it in the back, buckling his jeans.
“Harrington, I know you’re in there.” Although the voice was unfamiliar to her, the way Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed made her believe he knew exactly who it was.
He turned on the car, rolling down the window enough so the rain wouldn’t pour inside, revealing a tall shaggy haired man in a blue police uniform. “Officer Callahan,” he greeted.
Callahan peered inside, narrowing his eyes at Steve and then at the girl who had her head ducked. Callahan scratched the mustache on his top lip, looking at his watch. “The mini-mart closed forty-five minutes ago. There a reason we’re still parked out here?”
“Sorry, I was just taking her home.” Steve told him, cracking a smile.
Callahan coughed awkwardly, the smell wafting from the cracked window told him all too well the boy was lying. “I thought parking lot rendezvous were in the past, Harrington?”
Steve didn’t answer, looking like a kid who had just been scolded. “I had forgotten my bag, officer. I was about to go in and get it.”
Callahan and Steve looked at her, two very different expressions on their faces. There was a moment of silence filled with panicked looks and interogratting eyes. Finally, Callahan sighed, running a hand over his drenched face. “I don’t get paid enough for this.” He walked away, leaving them alone.
Steve rolled up the window, staring at a basket skidding through the parking lot.
They both busted out in a fit of laughter, she hit his chest. “It’s not funny.”
“Then why are you laughing?”
She looked away from him, shaking her head, pretending not to smile, failing miserably. The corners of her eyes crinkled, and a snort slipped out. She turned to face him. His head was tilted and even though he wasn’t laughing anymore, he was grinning. “What?”
“It’s cute when you do that.” He pointed. “That snort.”
“Oh, fuck off.” She swatted at his finger.
“No, I’m serious. It’s adorable.”
She looked at her hands then back up at him. “Why did you have sex with me?”
His brows creased.
“Sorry, I meant why did you have sex with me sophomore year? I guess what I’m really asking, why did you lie about not being a virgin?” She wasn’t sure what prompted her to ask. The question had been burning in the back of her mind since graduation night. Sitting there, coming down from the buzzing heat flushing her body, trying to refocus her mind from the whirlwind of thoughts, it had just slipped out without another thought.
“I never said I wasn’t a virgin. You just assumed.” He told her.
“Yeah, but you could have corrected me. You could have said you weren’t the right person for the job. I didn’t exactly learn a lot from you because you withheld information.” The end was supposed to be an innocent jab but she could tell it embarrassed him. His cheeks flushed, jaw clenched, looking out his window.
“Well, it seems like you’ve done fine without me.”
She side-eyed him. “Just fine?”
He chuckled, putting a hand against his face, peeking at her through his pointer and middle finger. “Well, no. More than just fine.”
“You were more than just fine too.”
The pair shared a bashful smile.
“You know, I still have your socks that you left at my house that night.” She told him once he began driving her home.
Steve shot her an amused look. “You kept them all these years?”
“A little memento I guess.”
He hummed. “That’s funny.”
“Not creepy?”
“Just a little,” he teased, pointing to the dashboard. “Open the compartment.”
She was hesitant, but listened nevertheless, laughing in disbelief. She picked up a pair of cotton underwear that she immediately recognized as hers. It took her a second to remember about losing the pair on graduation night, thinking it was forever lost in Becky’s bathroom. “You’re sick.”
“It’s a little memento.” He mocked her, laughing when she hit his shoulder playfully.
She smirked, placing the garment back into the compartment and closing it.
“Don’t want them back?” His smug look was attractive, how part of his mouth upturned and his warm eyes twinkled mischievously.
She bit her bottom lip, chewing it lightly. “Thought I could just get it back next time.”
Bemused, Steve chuckled. “Next time?”
“Yeah, you know… if you want there to be a next time?”
She looked at him again, watching the shadows of the night dancing on his face. His hooded eyes lost in thought, soft, trapping the moonlight in the thick, hazy, caramel rings. The rosy bloom on his neck now turned lavender and sweet. His mouth turned into a grin from ear to ear, teeth glimmering, glancing over at her, giving her a look.
Yeah, there was going to be a next time.