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Tuesday nights had quickly become Chrissy’s favorite night of the week. After spending nearly all of spring break with Eddie at his trailer earlier this year, they’d been nearly inseparable. She’d come home with him that first night with the intentions of getting some special K and going home. It turned out, however, that she spent a few hours crying her eyes out and spilling all her deepest, darkest, ugliest secrets to him instead. He listened, held her, made her some ice water, and they’d gotten high together. In the end, she hadn’t needed or even wanted the ket, she just needed to vent and be listened to, and the weed was just a nice addition.
She hadn’t gone home that night. Instead, she slept on the sofa- after much fighting with Eddie- and sort of never really left. Well, she had gone over to Jason’s the next day to break up with him and then to her house to pack a bag, but then…yeah. She stayed the whole break. Even now, after graduation, she was there more times than not. She’d gotten close with Wayne, had whined and complained about needing a job to save up money so she could buy a car to leave Hawkins and her mother, but the movie theatre would only let her work so many hours and she needed some extra income. Wayne, being the amazingly sweet gruff man that he was, told her he’d pay her twenty bucks a week to clean the trailer and prep meals for him to take to the plant every evening. Chrissy had immediately accepted even though Eddie complained. They came to the agreement that she could come Tuesday evenings since both men would be out of the house (and her way), and with the understanding that she didn’t do Eddie’s laundry or clean his room.
That’s how she found herself here tonight, late July thunderstorm rolling outside while she finished putting up the clean dishes. After that, she ran the vacuum, carefully dusted the mug and hat collection, sat Wayne’s folded laundry on his bed, then made her way back to Eddie’s room and flicked on his stereo, turning it down so that Stevie’s voice was just audible above the storm- a cassette she’d brought over herself and Eddie teased her endlessly for her love of Fleetwood Mac. It was part of her routine. Once the trailer was clean and the last load of laundry was in the dryer, she would head back to Eddie’s room and take a nap on his bed while she waited for him to get home from his gig. Then they would hang out, eat whatever was in the fridge, she’d hear all about his show, they’d normally smoke a joint, and she got to fall even more in love with him.
That, Chrissy acknowledged, was a problem. Eddie was so exuberant and outlandish it was hard to nail down if he was actually ever flirting with her or if that was just his way. He never made a move on her, though, not when she would cuddle up to him during a movie or slip into his bed at night when she had a nightmare. He would cuddle her back, or hold her shaking body and whisper comforting words, but that was it. Nothing more. And, good Lord, she wanted more.
Dropping onto his mattress on her belly, she shoved her face into his pillow and inhaled deeply. Ever since she started coming over and staying the night, he always had clean sheets on his bed. Currently that was a dull yellow fitted sheet with a faded floral pillowcase, his blue comforter crumpled up with the top sheet at the foot of the bed. It smelled like him here. The musk of his Old Spice deodorant and dryer sheets mixed with weed and the incense he always burned when they smoked. It caused a burning in her lower belly like it always did, and she groaned, shoving her arms under his pillow. She froze when she felt a magazine. Carefully, she lifted her head and pulled it out, fully expecting a skin mag or one of those super kinky heavy metal comic books he had. Instead, it was just a copy of Guitarist.
Snorting at her dirty mind- and sort of hot and bothered by the idea of Eddie jacking off- she went to toss the magazine onto the nightstand when something slipped out. She caught it before it did and found that it was a polaroid photo. Turning it over, she grinned, remembering when it had been taken. For her birthday last month, Chrissy had gotten with Nancy and planned a party out at Lover’s Lake. Robin Buckley had taken the picture, and Eddie had snatched it and shoved it in his shirt pocket before she could argue about wanting it for herself.
The two of them were sat in the back of his open van, Chrissy leaned into his side and smiling widely. Eddie was also smiling, one arm around her shoulders and the other holding up the classic rock n’ roll sign with his other hand. She had just gotten out of the lake and had on a towel around her hips and her favorite pink swimsuit. Eddie had refused to swim (I have no idea what’s in that lake, princess.), and he was wearing his ripped acid wash jeans and a red and black flannel with the sleeves ripped off, left unbuttoned and showing off his chest and stomach, not to mention more of his stupid sexy tattoos and that insanely hot trail of brown hair that led from his navel down into the waistband of his jeans.
Chrissy bit her lip as she traced the lines of his slender body, feeling that same ache building up between her thighs as she’d felt that day. Then again, she sort of always wanted Eddie. He was so effortlessly sexy and carried himself with this sort of comfort in his own skin that turned her on a lot. It was even worse now, surrounded by his smell with the storm outside. Storms had also always made her horny. Something about the thick atmosphere.
Holding the picture up with one hand, she reached down with her other hand to unsnap the button of her cutoffs, slipping her hand inside. She’d just worked her fingers under the band of her panties when all the sudden Eddie’s bedroom door was kicked open hard enough that it hit the wall behind it with a thud and Chrissy yelped, jerking her hand from her shorts and sitting bolt upright to find Eddie standing there. He was grinning at first but it sort of froze on his face as his eyes flicked from her open shorts to her face.
“Uh.” He finally said and Chrissy thought it couldn’t get any worse until someone else stepped in behind him. A girl, nearly Eddie’s height, with teased dark brown hair and wearing a black mini skirt and leopard print crop top, wrists full of bracelets.
“Oh my gosh.” Chrissy hurried to scramble off the bed. “I’ll just…I’m going to…” she couldn’t look at Eddie, or the other girl. She was so embarrassed she sort of wanted to die. Not knowing what else to do, she quickly rushed out of the bedroom and barely had a presence of mind to grab her pink and blue rain jacket on her way out the door.
The storm was really raging, rain coming down in a sheet with rumbling thunder and a near constant strobe of lightening, but Chrissy ignored it and grabbed her bike. Mounting it, she peddled hard and fast, trying to put the trailer park as far behind her as she could. Still, it wasn’t very long before her thighs were screaming, and she was soaked. She pulled her bike over and got off, taking deep breaths when she realized she was crying, but God. Everything she’d ever wanted with Eddie, even if she hadn’t made a move yet, was just…gone. Picturing him with that girl made her want to cry and scream at the same time.
She didn’t know where to go, didn’t want to go back to her moms, but she knew Nancy would welcome her with open arms if she wasn’t at Jonathan’s. Surely Mrs. Wheeler would take her in anyway. With that destination in mind, she pulled the hood of her rain jacket up and started walking in that direction. She’d barely made any progress when she heard a car coming up behind her and then stopped walking altogether when Eddie’s van squealed to a stop in front of her, half off the road, half on. She heard his door slam and then he was jogging around the van, holding his denim vest over his head to shield him from the rain.
“What the hell, Chrissy!” he came up to her. “Are you insane? Running out in the middle of a thunderstorm on a goddamn bike?” he looked genuinely worried, and that made Chrissy feel even worse.
“I’m sorry, I just…” she sniffed, glad for the rain because he couldn’t tell she was crying. “I just wanted to get out of your way with that girl.”
“Yeah, well, I wanted you to meet Ruby and…”
“Ruby?” she cried the name with a humorless laugh. “Of course she has a super pretty sort of metal name.”
Eddie frowned, the rain dripping off his vest as he shook his head.
“I mean, her mom’s name is Opal, so it’s actually kind of ridiculous.” He snorted in amusement.
“You know her moms name?” Chrissy choked out, feeling a lump rising in her throat.
“Yeah? She’s my aunt, so…”
Chrissy took a second, simply blinking at him. “Wait. Her mom is your aunt? Which means she is your cousin?”
Now Eddie fully laughed. “My moms sister. Me and Ruby grew up together until my mom died, then her and her mom moved out to Chicago. We kept in touch through letters and phone calls and she came down tonight to see our show and I wanted you to meet her since she’s the only family I got besides Wayne.”
Chrissy started laughing, an intense rush of relief making her nearly giddy. Eddie just smiled and shook his head looking confused but amused. “Come on, Princess. You’re made of too much sugar. Gonna melt out here in this rain and then you’ll be nothing but a puddle of sweetness.”
Chrissy grabbed her bike, and Eddie helped her load it into the back of his van. It didn’t take them long to get back to his trailer since Chrissy hadn’t really made much progress. She noted that the little red car that had been parked behind Eddie’s van when she fled was gone.
Once they were inside, Eddie left her dripping in the kitchen while he ran and grabbed a couple towels. He was quiet while he dropped one to the floor to mop up the mess and with the other, he started drying her hair.
“Where did Ruby go?” she asked.
“She and Jeff have…um, let’s just say history. Pretty sure she’s going to be there the rest of the week.”
Chrissy giggled, kicking her wet sneakers off while he took care of her wet hair.
“So.” He cleared his throat, still scrunching her hair dry. “When I came into the bedroom, was your hand…” he dropped one of his hands to the waist of his jeans, fingers wiggling, and Chrissy winced as her face heated with a blush.
“I, um, yeah.” She looked down at how his worn t shirt was damp at the shoulders. “I wasn’t expecting you to be home so early.”
“The storm blew the power out at The Hideout.” He said, voice a little rough. “Do you do that often? Touch yourself in my bed while I’m gone?”
“No!” she quickly said, looking up at him where he was grinning. “I’ve never done that before. I was just…”
“What, you find one of my skin mags and get all hot and bothered?” he wagged his brows.
“No.” she shoved his shoulder. “I’ve seen your skin mags before. They don’t do much for me.”
“What got you all worked up, then?” he swung the towel over his shoulder and started unzipping her rain jacket. Chrissy’s heart skipped a beat.
“Um.” She licked her lips. “I knocked your guitar magazine out from your pillow and this picture slipped out.”
“Yeah?” he caught her eyes and pushed the wet jacket off her shoulders. She shrugged her arms out and let it fall with a wet slap to the floor. “That picture of you and me from your birthday?”
“Mmhmm.” She nodded, shivering now that she was wet and inside the air-conditioning of the trailer.
“Not gonna lie, Princess, I’ve gotten myself off to that picture before a lot too.”
“Because of me?” she bit her lip, trying to keep it from trembling with her chattering jaw.
“Fuck.” He said under his breath. “Yeah, Chrissy. Because of you.”
“Does that mean you want me?” she shuffled closer to him, lifting her hands up so she could hold onto his shoulders. “Because I want you, Eddie. So much.”
“Chris, I can’t just…” he broke off, squeezing his eyes shut while his hands came up to rest on the swell of her hips. Then his eyes opened to look at her. “Fuck it.”
The kiss took her a little by surprise, but she quickly caught up, going on tiptoe and sinking one hand into his rain frizzy hair and fisting his shirt with the other. His kiss was hot and lewd, no gentle coaxing or hesitation, just pure want and desire. Chrissy met his hot tongue, matching his passion and taking it up, biting at his lip and wrapping her body around his.
“Shit, Chris.” Eddie tore his mouth away from hers when his hand slipped up the back of her shirt. “You’re freezing.”
True, she thought, feeling goosebumps along her arms and legs, the subtle trembling of her limbs only partly from the need to push him onto the floor and have her way with him.
“Warm me up.” She leaned for his mouth again, but he pulled back just before she connected, grinning at her when she let out an affronted noise, then nipped her bottom lip.
“C’mere.” he took her hand, pulling her down the hall to his bedroom. They hadn’t even made it to the bed and Eddie was already working on taking her wet clothes off. Her shirt was pulled over her head, the cold cotton clinging to her face and making both of them laugh as he struggled to pull it off. Then he tossed it to the floor.
“That’s going to make your carpet wet.” She tried to warn.
“I don’t give a damn.” He grunted, running his hands up her sides and making her giggle. Then he pushed her back on the bed and started to work on her shorts.
“Oh, my poor Princess.” He said in a sympathetic tone. “You’re covered in goosebumps.” He dropped her shorts on the floor and started chaffing his hands along the outsides of her thighs.
“Kit off, Munson.” She pushed him with her foot so he’d stand up straight again. He chuckled and stood up straight, and she sat up so she could work his belt loose while he took care of his shirt and shoes. Once he was down to his boxers (Chrissy bit her lip at the blatant tent in them) Eddie crawled up onto the bed beside her, pulling the sheet and comforter over the top of them. They kissed like that for a long time, his hands smoothing up and down her body while hers did the same, until she wasn’t shivering anymore and was pleasantly warm.
“Keep going?” he mumbled against her lips before trailing kisses down to her throat.
“Please.” She whimpered, then gasped when his teeth raked along her collarbone. Eddie hummed, shifting so he was leaning over her and pushing her onto her back. His tongue was tracing what felt like letters on her chest while his hand worked under her and fumbled a bit with the latch of her bra before it gave way, and she helped him pull it off.
“Of course.” He lifted up on his elbow and pushed the blankets down so he could look at her, his large hand resting just under her breasts.
“Of course, what?” she panted.
“Of course your tits are as pretty as the rest of you.” He shot her a grin, then leaned down to lick his way around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She gasped, a bolt of pleasure racing from his mouth on her to her pussy and she flexed her thighs together, feeling how wet she already was. He started moving down her stomach and Chrissy groaned in protest, grabbing onto his hair.
“No, wait.” She guided him back to her breast. “Stay here for a little longer. That feels so good.”
“Long as you want, baby.” He promised, latching onto one nipple and bringing his hand up to play with the other. He worked between the two, twisting and pinching, biting and sucking, until she was writhing under him, hips undulating against nothing. Every time she clenched her thighs, it pressed the swollen folds of her pussy against her clit and brought her closer to the edge of orgasm without his hand ever getting between her thighs.
“That good?” he lifted his head to look at her, lips wet and puffy. “I want my mouth on your cunt when you come, Princess. Let me, yeah?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Please.”
Eddie shifted up onto his knees, moving around so he was between her legs and working her panties off. Instead of them going onto the floor with her clothes, he tossed them onto his nightstand. When she gave him a questioning look, he just grinned.
“Those are mine now.”
Chrissy flushed, which was ridiculous since his mouth had just been on her tits, but then she wasn’t really thinking about much because he was draping her thighs over his own, spreading her open and looking at her with no shame.
“Jesus H. Christ.” He whispered, rough hands skimming up her thighs until his thumbs were pulling her apart. “Damn, baby. I don’t even have to search for your clit. Look at you, all swollen up.”
Sucking in a breath, she nearly choked when his thumb brushed the bundle of nerves. He kept it up, just a soft brushing back and forth of his thumb that almost tickled but built her up until her thighs were shaking, and then he slipped his thumb down and swirled it around her soaking entrance. Once she wasn’t trembling anymore, he brought his thumb back up and this time rubbing harder circles around her. Again, he did that until she was so close she could taste it, then he slipped away. She lifted her head to protest, but the words caught in her throat when he pressed two fingers inside of her.
Keeping them buried inside of her, thrusting without ever pulling out and making a wet clicking noise with every move of his hand, Eddie leaned down so he could use his mouth on her, tongue and lips wicked and loving at the same time. Two more times he built her up until she was crying out, shaking and near crying before he would pull away, dropping wet kisses along her thighs.
“God, Eddie.” She sobbed, tears actually leaking from her eyes as she lifted her head to look down at him. “Stop, please. I can’t take it again.”
“Alright, love.” He nodded, biting at her thigh gently. “Last time. It’s gonna be so good.”
He latched his mouth back on her clit, his free hand coming up to rake his blunt fingernails up her stomach and sternum before grabbing hold of her breast, fingers pinching her nipple and the orgasm that had been denied to her several times now crashed over her so hard and fast it left her crying, thighs snapping closed around his head and body jerking at the almost too much pleasure rolling through her.
“Stop.” She said weakly once she’d come back down, unclenching her thighs to free him and needing him to stop touching her clit because it almost hurt now, heat on a raw nerve.
“You did so good.” He was cooing, crawling up her body and kissing as he went. “Came for me so good, Princess. Got me all wet with your cum.”
He was, she registered as his face finally reached hers, mouth and chin and chest glistening in the lamplight. He smiled at her, bringing a hand up so he could wipe away the tears on her temples and smoothing back her still damp hair.
“You okay?” he pecked a kiss to her nose.
“Yeah.” She nodded, a little dazed still. “Want more. Want you.”
“Yeah?” he kissed her mouth. “I’ll give it to you, baby. Just give me a second.”
She watched as he stood from the bed and shucked his boxers before climbing back between her thighs, reaching over to his nightstand for a condom.
“No.” she grabbed his wrist. “Can we…I want you. No condom.”
He looked at her in surprise. “You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m on birth control. I just want to feel you. We can stop and you can put one on if you feel more comfortable, but I just want to feel you for a little bit.”
It was a risk, and maybe stupid, but in that moment, Chrissy wanted nothing but to feel his naked cock inside of her. More than anything, she wanted him to fill her up, have his cum running down her thighs for the rest of the night and to wake up tomorrow with him still leaking out of her.
“Unless…unless you aren’t, um, if you’re worried about giving me…” she blushed, realizing that he might want to protect her from something he might have gotten from someone else.
“No, baby.” He leaned down, cupped her face in his hand. “Never not used condoms before. Never took the risk. ‘Sides, haven’t been with anyone since before spring break. You’re safe with me.”
“I trust you.” She cupped the back of his head, lifted her knees to press into the sides of his hips. “Come on.”
His hand left her face to help guide himself inside her and Chrissy let her eyes close as a smile spread across her face when he sank inside of her.
“Happy?” he chuckled, rolling his hips once he was settled fully inside of her.
“Yeah.” She opened her eyes to find him grinning down at her. “Can you roll us over? I want on top.”
With an arm around her hips, Eddie rolled them over and they did a little more awkward shuffling while laughing until he was propped up on the pillow and she was riding him.
“You feel so good.” She hummed, reaching down for his hands. He threaded their fingers together and she took them and pressed them to the headboard on either side of his head.
“Son of a bitch.” He grunted, starting to lift his hips into her grinding, fingers gripping hers almost painfully. He could have easily overpowered her and moved their hands, but he let her hold him down, let her fuck him the way she wanted, the way that felt best, and he was sweating, chest flushed red and eyes blown nearly black as he watched her.
“Fuck, fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m gonna cum, Chrissy. Slow down, baby.”
“I want you to.” She panted. “I want you to cum inside me, Eddie. Let me feel it. Show me how much you want me.”
He huffed a desperate sounding noise, head tipping back into the pillow. “Oh, fuck, Chrissy.”
His stomach muscles hollowed and clenched, thighs shaking under her as he came and Chrissy almost laughed because it was the best thing ever and she was so goddamn close to coming again that she kept riding him through it. His moan of pleasure became a hiss of near pain at the overstimulation and he gritted his teeth, forced his eyes open to watch her take what she wanted until she was coming again, thighs trembling and hips aching.
She collapsed, muscles all complete jellied, and rolled off to the side to ease the ache in her hips. She left a leg draped over his hips, placed her top hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. With the other, she reached between her thighs and felt all of his wetness mixed with hers and smiled.
“Jesus.” Eddie breathed after catching his breath, turning his head to look at her. “Fuck.”
“Agreed.” She giggled.
“You, uh, damn, you liked that, huh?” he pointedly looked down at her hand between her thighs.
“I’ve never done it like that, without a condom. But yeah.” She pulled her hand away. “It was awesome.”
“Amazing.” He said, widening his eyes and they both laughed, then he was kissing her, and she sighed into it.
“Give me a sec.” he started climbing out of the bed. He paused once he was standing, getting a little lost looking as he took in her naked body laying on his bed. She couldn’t help but giggle. The noise seemed to break him out of his daze, and he blinked, looking at her with a grin. “Be right back.”
Chrissy, still a little hot, scooted to sit up against the headboard and wait for him. When he came back, it was with a cup of water and a wet flannel. He handed her the water and sat next to her hip, facing her. Grabbing the knee closest to him, he pulled her thighs apart and started cleaning up her thighs and pussy. He worked the soft, warm fabric between her folds and Chrissy bit her lip.
“Keep doing that and you’re going to work me up all over again.” She warned with a laugh, but Eddie just held her eyes and kept doing what he was doing, the cloth swirling around her clit until she was crying out her third orgasm of the night.
“There.” He tossed the rag. “Perfect.”
“You’re a menace.” She giggled, a little pleasure drunk.
“I’ve been told.” He shrugged, taking the cup from her and taking a drink before climbing onto the bed with her. He grabbed his Camels from the nightstand and lit one while Chrissy tugged the sheet up to cover her naked body. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Eddie smoking and Chrissy playing with the rings on his fingers as they listened to the storm outside.
“What’s this all mean, Chrissy?” he asked, carefully not looking at her as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
“It means…” she took a deep breath, drawing up some courage. “It means I like you, Eddie. A lot. As more than a friend. It means I want to be with you. If you want me, too.”
Surprising her, Eddie flopped his body to the side so he was draped over her, his face buried in her chest. She laughed as he tightened his hold around her waist.
“I’m nothing but a fool, Chrissy.” He lifted his head to look up at her. “But I’m a fool in love with you.”