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Stevie Harrington had no problem with hiking up her skirt and letting a rat like Eddie Munson fuck her if it meant she got her sleeping pills but she did have a problem with him letting loose on her panties like a chump.
“Did you seriously just cum?” Stevie asked, her hands moving to pull her skirt up more so she could see the damning evidence. She hadn’t even had a chance to shift her panties to the side before Munson was gurgling and spraying her down like a dog. She could see the streak of white on her thigh and across the stupid little bow on her cotton panties.
Munson wasn’t doing much to stop her from comparing him to a dog either, he looked like she was about to beat him, his entire body cringing away from her. His dick was dangling from his jeans like a sad little deflating balloon.
Stevie popped her gum and sighed. “This still counts, dipshit.” Munson nodded frantically and desperately turned towards his metal lunchbox, his shoulders dipping into her stomach with a solid oomph. Stevie rolled her eyes and looked skyward.
Was it her fault for being horny and agreeing to a quick fuck from a theater nerd? She wouldn’t be so horny if she were able to enjoy parties like she used to, but her messed up sleep schedule kept her addled and irritated most of the time. She just wanted to sleep a bit, win her semifinal heat and get through this semester without failing. She had hoped that someone with the nickname Freak might do something to exhaust her but she meant physically not mentally.
Stevie Harrington was having a shitty time since she ditched Tommy and Carol and today was not helping.
“Here,” Munson said, his hand dropping a baggie of pills in hers, “Don’t uh, don’t take more than one at a time. This should last you a few days. If you want more you have to give me some warning so I can ask my supplier.”
He was bright red all over and yet somehow his face was pale and devastated. Stevie sighed again and chomped her gum harder as she curled her fingers around the pills. She pocketed them in her purse and then used her thighs to keep Munson in place for a second longer as she turned and stuffed his limp dick back in his shorts and jeans. Stevie zipped him back into place with a condescending pat to his crotch. “Maybe next time, killer.”
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Stevie managed a glorious week of rested sleep and absolutely destroyed at her swim meet enough that she felt like celebrating by going to Heather P’s party. She did a keg stand and made out with Ruth Weisenmeier in front of a bunch of hooting boys, which let her ride a social high up until midnight when she turned the corner and saw Nancy Wheeler with Jonathan Byers, the two of them sipping from plastic cups while they chewed their lower lips to shreds. It slammed into her all over again: the cosmic horrors she had recently faced and the death of Barb and the feel of a wooden bat hitting meat again and again until it was the only sound she could hear. Her ears were ringing as she stepped backwards out of the hallway until she bumped into Munson again.
Shaking her head, she dragged Munson into the closest door which led to a sad little guest room that Stevie knew fairly intimately. The ringing was still going off in her head like the aftermath of gunshots and she tossed Munson onto the bed. He made a wheezy little oomph sound and stayed splayed there like a bug on a car window. Stevie locked the door.
“You got more pills?” Stevie asked. Munson shook his head and muttered about needing time to get more or whatever so Stevie raised her hand to beg him to shut up.
“Whatever, just get more and let me know when you’ve got them. Want to fuck?” Stevie hiked up her dress until it was sitting on her waist and fiddled with her panties. These were nicer than what she wore to school and she didn’t want to clean them so she pulled them down resolutely.
Eddie Munson was still splayed on the bed like a bug on a car window.
“Seriously?” Stevie asked. “Take off your pants at least, goddamn.” He scrambled to listen to her and had his jeans about halfway down his legs before they got stuck. He started to squirm on the bed left to right, his dick hard and jiggling around just as much as his hips.
Stevie walked over and tugged his jeans down past his knees to his sneakers. “Nice shoes,” she said absently before she knocked them off his feet. He muttered a thanks as she pulled his jeans off finally and threw them on the floor before climbing on the bed.
Stevie dug around in her bra for a condom and popped one out with a triumphant yell. Munson was still looking at her with a struck dumb look that kind of made her feel pretty and wanted. Maybe that’s why she was willing to try him out again. She slipped the condom on him with a quick stroke and she prayed he wouldn’t cum just from that again.
He didn’t. Stevie was pleased. She pushed his chest back until he was flat on the bed again and then climbed on top his dick and got ready to ride him into the sunset or whatever.
It was fine. He lasted longer, not by much, but he didn’t really do much, just laid there while she tried to ride him. Any rhythm she tried to set, he messed up by thrusting up too hard or by slipping out. Just when Stevie was starting to feel a tingle down there, he came and left her frustrated and edgy.
Normal Saturday night for Stevie Harrington really.
With a sigh, Stevie got off the bed and went to retrieve her panties, her dress slipping down her hips as she walked. Munson was huffing like he’d just ran a marathon and was staring at her with his big squirrel brown eyes like she hung the moon.
She slid her panties back on and tried not to touch her clit too much even though it was tingly and tight and she thought she was a second away from screaming. She picked up Munson’s jeans and threw them at his face. “It’s been real, dipshit.”
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Munson didn’t get any new pills until Thursday night so Stevie spent the week on edge. Her teachers decided now was the time to tell her that her grades had gone to shit and Nancy had decided to take her up as a challenge. She was forced into a study group with the budding couple which was its own horror. This is what she gets for trying to make friends with Wheeler at the beginning of the year.
She told Munson to show up Friday at her place since her parents were off to New York for the weekend or whatever. She let him in with a flourish, used to trying to hype up her place enough that people ignored how cold and empty it actually was. She led him up to her bedroom, a frothy pink cupcake of a room that clashed with her swim gear and sneakers and the basketballs she kept in her closet.
Munson looked freaked out to be in her bedroom, the color was probably giving him hives. “I didn’t choose the color. Relax, Munson, sit down.” Stevie pointed to her desk chair and waited for him to sit down.
“You can call me Eddie,” Munson said, his fingers twitching like he wanted to put on a show. Stevie raised her eyebrows and nodded at him.
“Cool.”
“Anyway, these pills are a stronger dose than the last ones so I cut them in half. They’ll last longer that way anyway.” Eddie was prattling along as he pulled out the little bag of pills. Stevie had to work to not snatch them out of his hands like the greedy little monster she felt like. She tried to keep her face straight as she took the bag from him.
He looked disappointed when she paid him in cash for the pills. Stevie snorted.
“I’m obviously not poor, Eddie.” Stevie said as she counted out the bills. He nodded morosely and took the cash with a flourish that made her snort again.
“Look, if you don’t want to leave yet that’s fine. We can fuck around, I don’t mind.” Stevie said absently, her fingers fiddling with the bottom of her blouse. Just the thought of going back to doing her homework of all things was horrifying.
Eddie’s neck snapped towards her so quickly, Stevie figured she should have heard a crack. He was nodding, his mouth going a mile a minute as he talked about not having any plans for tonight.
Wasn’t that sad, Stevie thought as she idly pulled down her pants and let them slide past her bare feet.
“You should eat me out,” Stevie said as she touched the little bow on her panties. They were powder blue today, her second favorite pair.
Guys usually balked if she told them to eat her out but maybe Eddie was a little bit of a freak after all because all he did was nod blindly and slide onto his knees by the bed. It made her breath catch a bit before she regained her senses and pulled down her panties until they were stuck on her left foot.
She meant to ask Eddie to finish pulling them off but he charged headfirst into her cunt instead. With a sharp breath through her nose, Stevie curled her legs around his shoulders and held on.
It was wet. It was very wet. Eddie had no idea what to do down there and was mainly licking her labia before taking her lips into his mouth and—blowing on them? His nose was far away from her crotch and his breath hot when he stopped and started panting. His fingers were in freaking Narnia or wherever because she couldn’t feel them.
“Yeah, this isn’t going to work,” Stevie said out loud. Eddie pulled back with a beaten dog look again, even his hair was drooping. “You need to use your fingers, Eddie.”
“My fingers?” He said with a questioning lilt.
“Yeah, buddy. Finger my hole or something, touch me or whatever.” Stevie was staring at the ceiling, her cheeks flushed as she tried to explain what she wanted.
She felt a tentative finger reach up to touch her mound, another one skidding over her hole before landing with a thud. There was a thumb near her lips, just rubbing back and forth over damp skin. Stevie blew a breath out harshly from her mouth before sitting up and reaching down to manage Eddie’s stupid hand herself.
“Look, put your thumb he-ee-re and use your fingers in my hole. Start with one! One, you jerk!” Stevie explained as best she could while Eddie tried to stuff his pointer and middle finger inside her with no prep. He stopped immediately and withdrew a finger with a terrified and hunted look in his eye. It was better.
“And don’t forget your mouth!” Stevie said as she laid back down on the bed. Why did she have to do everything herself? Could one boy in this world have it all figured out on their own and let her just enjoy the process? It was exhausting having sex.
It wasn’t as wet this time, or at least Stevie didn’t feel slobbered on as much. Eddie’s finger felt nice inside her, the calluses catching the sensitive skin of her pussy nicely as he idly rubbed her clit with his thumb. And his tongue was eager, she had to give him that, because he was definitely doing more than just licking her like the frosting on a cake slice.
“Two fingers now,” Stevie said with an idle wave of her hand into Eddie’s hair. He was fast to reintroduce his middle finger, the two rubbing at the top of her pussy in a way that made her legs tremble.
Somehow, Eddie figured out that he could suck on her clit directly, his thumb running off to rub higher on her hood. Stevie felt tight and tingly, her leg muscles tightening up and clutching around Eddie’s head as she bucked.
She still felt tight and wound up but not as much as before, the slight rumbling in her pussy getting her to pant and relax for the first time in weeks. With a grunt, Stevie used her knees to push Eddie’s head away from her crotch as she reached out to her night stand to open up the drawer and pull out a condom.
All it took was a peek at the shiny square for Eddie to get with the picture and stand up to take off his jeans. He even managed to put the condom on himself without blasting away, his arms bundling her legs up and tilted into her chest as he folded her up into a ball.
He slipped out less often this time, his dick a stiff sword in her pussy that rubbed and pressed against her walls enough that she felt that little tremble again and again when she pushed up and pressed his dick against the top of her pussy while he fucked her.
When Eddie came, Stevie actually felt a little winded.
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Stevie continued to fuck around with Eddie Munson every time she needed more pills. He was pretty unimaginative when it came to sex but he was eager and his dick was finally lasting longer than a minute at a time so she felt like she should encourage such growth. He got better at eating her out, his one useful trait, and seemed to have no problem with planting himself face first in her crotch whenever they met which was great for Stevie because it meant he shut up for a bit. He seemed to have taken them fucking around to mean that he should talk more which meant he was going on about the school play a lot along with his little board game group named after a bondage club.
It was nice when he was on top of her because while she was more toned and broader in the shoulders than him, they were the same height and he had a way of squeezing her into a ball that made her feel small and cherished. But she was getting tired of the same old missionary position every time so one Wednesday night she decided to challenge him a little.
“Let’s switch positions, Eddie,” Stevie said, her hands on his head as he tongue fucked her hole until it was nice and slobbery wet. He pulled out of her pussy with a dazed look, his mouth dirty with her juices as he wiped his face with both hands.
“Positions?” Eddie asked.
“Yeah,” Stevie said vaguely, her arms flailing as she pushed off the edge of the bed and moved into place, “Like doggy style. Want to try it?”
She felt her ass get a little cold as she knelt there on the bed, her butt hanging out as she waved it in Eddie’s face.
At least until his brain rebooted and he charged up the bed, his dick slapping against her cheeks in his excitement.
“You can take your shirt off, you know,” Stevie said absently as she stabilized herself against the weight of Eddie’s body on her own. He apologized as he took off his shirt, not seemingly knowing where to toss it so it ended up dangling in her face long enough that she grabbed it and tossed it herself. His chest was warm enough without the worn cotton barrier and she could feel his happy trail tickling her ass.
His hands were pretty solid on her waist, almost primly placed there, but his fingers were long and she imagined them on her tits or ass.
“Hey, ouch! Not there!” Stevie cringed away from where Eddie’s dick was poking her. “That’s my butthole, you assmunch!”
“Sorry! Sorry! It slipped!” Eddie was saying as he took a hand off her waist in order to better direct his dick into her pussy. Stevie let out a snort when it caught and slipped inside where it belonged instead of in her asshole.
Not that Stevie was a hundred percent against anal, she just needed warning and a warm up, maybe a tennis bracelet beforehand.
Eddie was still handling her with one hand, the other holding his dick in place and not letting her drop down and capture his whole dick inside of her. Frustrated, Stevie stopped moving and let Eddie control the rhythm—which was always a mistake. He insisted he was a musician but Stevie didn’t believe him because he fucked like he was tone deaf.
“My tits,” Stevie said with a grunt after a particularly rough thrust, “Touch them.”
“I can do that?” Eddie asked vaguely like he was lost in a corn maze. He tentatively moved his hand off his own dick and was hovering near her chest.
Stevie grunted and slammed back on Eddie’s full dick, arching her back so she could angle it to hit her pussy right. “What about this moment makes you think my tits are off limit, Munson? You eat my pussy on the regular.”
“That doesn’t mean I have titty permissions!” Eddie said complaining as he finally got with the picture and put his hand on her chest.
His fingers were rough with callouses and felt nasty on her nipple making her breath catch just as he roughly thrust into her again. His other hand moved up her stomach to touch her other breast and something about having something to do with his hands made Eddie a better fuck because they started to catch a rhythm.
It didn’t take long for Stevie to feel that buildup again, sparks tingling down from her tits to her pussy, making her whimper as her knees slipped on the bed.
“Are you okay?” Eddie asked, his hands grasping her tits hard as he stopped moving with his dick deep inside her.
“Are you kidding me? Don’t stop,” Stevie grit out between her teeth. Eddie immediately got back to work, his hands still grasping her tits a little too tight. Stevie slipped, her elbows on the bed and her knees spreading as she was speared on Eddie’s dick.
“Hnngh,” Stevie managed to spit out as she reached back to touch her own clit making her pussy clench down on Eddie’s dick as she came. He immediately started spurting into the condom, his dick deflating halfway through her orgasm and making her breath wobble as he slipped out of her trembling pussy.
He was pinching her nipples just right though so her orgasm continued on bravely enough that Stevie thought she might be able to work with this.
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With titty permissions, Eddie became a mouth monster. Their makeout sessions generally ended with her tits mauled and bruised, the heat rising off of them in the cool air as he chowed down on her pussy like he needed her juices to survive. Stevie started to cum just from being eaten out on the regular and it was helping her to scale back on her need for sleeping pills.
This didn’t explain why Stevie had paid to see the school play and was sitting in the audience holding a shitty paper pamphlet with Eddie’s face mimeographed on it.
The play was fine, Stevie laughed once or twice at appropriate times a few at inappropriate moments. Eddie seemed to be having a good time onstage running around like a goofball with a bugle and sword and no one forgot their lines as far as she could tell.
She still kept her hat on the entire performance and slunk out during final call to the parking lot.
That’s where she saw Eddie after, his hair still tied up and stuck under a safari hat, slinking away to his van. She started to slow clap loud enough that he looked up and saw her leaning against her bimmer.
“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, his pince nez glasses falling down.
“Can’t I show some school spirit?” Stevie said with a grin.
“How did you know that the play was today?” Eddie asked.
“You don’t shut up ever,” Stevie said with a frown.
“I can’t believe you came.” Eddie said, his hands fidgeting with the glasses like they would save his life if he got them back on his face. Stevie grabbed them out of his hands and put them on herself.
“What do you think, slugger? Should I be put in the looney bin?” Stevie asked as she squinted over the glasses to look at Eddie. He was staring at her again, his mouth dropped open slightly. “What’s the matter?”
“We should fuck,” Eddie said. Stevie tilted her head and took off the glasses, slowly giving them back to Eddie as she contemplated him. This was the first time he had ever suggested they screw since the disastrous first time. She had been doing all the hard work in between.
“Alright. See you at my place,” Stevie said before turning back to her car and getting in. Eddie ran to his van, fumbling to open the door like usual.
She could feel the tension rising in her gut as she drove home, his van following close behind.
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Stevie was so exhausted she was snoring hard enough it woke her back up.
Eddie had apparently been extra randy last night because he had worked Stevie over hard enough that her legs were still trembling even in her sleep. Who knew that acting could make a nerd so horny?
He had started out by kissing her, his hands in her hair as he plunged into her mouth devouring her whole and not letting her get a single word in at all after opening the door to her house. He had sucked at her tits like he had more than titty permissions, more like he had titty domination in mind, and she felt sore and bruised. He ate her out with gusto, his dumb theater nerd mouth attached to her pussy like a hoover and his fingers put to good use as he licked her from tip to tail, even shocking her into a gasp when he licked her asshole of all places.
And then he had hiked up her right leg, looked her right in the eyes as he slipped in and fucked her long enough she came more than once and it was more than a tingle, it was an explosion of an orgasm. She was starting to believe he was a musician after all because he found the rhythm for once, gliding into her pussy with an elegant sweep that had her swooning as their hips met. His fingers kept tempo through her thrashing when he pinched her sore nipples and clit again and again until she literally did slap the bed and try to kick him off of her.
And when he came, he cleaned up his mess without a complaint and even brought her a washcloth to clean herself up with as she panted.
And to think she had turned down a date with Marty Klein for this weekend. Sure, he was on the football team, but could he make her cum hard enough she didn’t hear the slap of meat hitting a baseball bat yet again?
Marty Klein probably doesn’t even eat pussy, Stevie thought idly as she fell back asleep, her hand resting on Eddie’s back as he slept next to her in her bed. She let out a loud snore with a smack of her lips.