Warnings: smut +18 mdni, fingering, making-out
Synopsis: After a few encounters with your brother's friend, he´s finally brave enough to ask you out
Eddie, contrary to popular belief, was popular at Hawking High School, but not in the way everyone imagines. He wasn't a basketball player, or the heartthrob Steve was; Eddie Munson was the weirdo, the repeater, the drug dealer, the rocker, the nerdy outcast. And that's precisely why he was known.
Becoming friends with the Party was beneficial for both him and them, as they all formed a group of marginalized nerds from the rest of the school. But they were happy. They were happy with their endless D&D campaigns, their hangouts at the arcade, their arguments about which Lord of the Rings character was better, their Hellfire Club t-shirts, but most importantly, they were happy feeling as if they belonged to a group.
Mike was obviously in the group. He'd known Dustin, Will, and Lucas for years, and they were inseparable. That included the seven-hour Friday afternoon meetings the whole Hellfire Club held in the basement of the Wheelers' house—my family's. That's where I met Eddie, at one of the countless meetings he came to my house for.
Generally, when Mike's friends came over, we didn't run into each other. I was probably out at the movies or having dinner with my friends while we talked about the latest gossip. But when we did run into each other, I tried not to leave my room unless it was necessary.
One day, around eight in the evening, I went down to the kitchen for a glass of water. My mother had accompanied my father on a business trip, so they were both out; Nancy had told us she had to finish writing a couple of articles and would also be home late; and Holly had gone to a sleepover for a friend's birthday. So, Mike and his group and I were alone at home.
However, there was a constant buzzing through the hallways and rooms of my house, a buzzing that came from the basement, where a large group of teenagers was shouting at each other while playing a role-playing game.
Deep in thought (exams, what album I was going to put on my record player next, whether the boy who opened the door for me today at school was just being nice or flirting with me, what I was going to wear tomorrow to go to dinner with my friends…) I filled the glass I had just taken out of the cupboard when a voice surprised me.
“Hello,” the voice was clearly male and clearly coming from the kitchen doorway. Startled by the intrusion, I turned around and saw Eddie Munson, in his characteristic, worn clothes, leaning against the doorframe. “Hello?” I said. When I felt my hand dripping, I realized the water had overflowed from my glass. I turned off the tap and grabbed a towel to dry my hands. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes following my every move. I turned and said, “What do you mean, what am I doing here? This is my house, in case you forgot?” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “You don’t say? Wheeler already knew that. I meant the kitchen.”
But that almost confused me even more. “What? Now I can’t even go down to my kitchen for a glass of water?” his eyes flicked to the overflowing glass in her hand. “Oh, come on, that’s not what I meant. You never socialize when we’re campaigning here. I was just surprised to see you.” I thought I saw his eyes scan me from head to toe, but I decided I must have seen wrong. “Okay, well, Munson,” I said as I walked toward the door, “I didn’t come here to socialize, just for some water, so if it’s not too much trouble, would you let me in?” I asked sarcastically once I was in front of him.
A smile spread across his face; he was obviously enjoying this encounter. “Of course, princess,” I said as he stepped aside and gestured for me to pass. I took a small sip from my glass, careful not to spill the water, and started up the stairs back to my room. However, I hadn't taken many steps when his voice stopped me again. “By the way,” I turned to look at him, “I only came up to pee. Where's the bathroom?” he asked, almost amused. “Third door on the right,” I replied as I continued up the stairs.
To anyone else, it might have seemed like just another interaction, but it wasn't. Those small interactions gradually turned into trivial conversations until…
That day, I had gone downstairs to use the bathroom, even though there was one right next to my bedroom door. I went down hoping he had also come out and we would run into each other. Sure enough, when I went to open the door to leave the bathroom, there he was, in the kitchen.
Eddie had never caught my attention, nor had any of Mike's friends, really, but these little interactions with him piqued my curiosity. I was never popular in high school, but I had my friends, the occasional fling with a guy I thought was cute… just an average girl trying to live a normal life, but I didn't want to hang out with the nerds, even though my brother was one (which made things pretty complicated). I had a bit of a reputation, and I wanted to keep it.
But these encounters with Eddie were private, in the privacy of my home, so private that neither Mike nor anyone else in his group knew we spoke from time to time. Although it was really more flirting than conversation, since after our third meeting,g he seemed to gain courage and started casually throwing compliments my way. I played along.
When I reached the kitchen door, I waited until he finished pouring juice into a glass, until he turned around and saw me there. When he did, a smile played on his lips: “Well, well, well, my favorite Wheeler.” My cheeks flushed, impossible to control, and that encouraged her to continue with his teasing and flirtatious comments.
After ten minutes of talking, he said, “Well, I should go back. I don’t think a normal person takes that long to refill a glass, and if I don’t, they’ll get suspicious…” but he didn’t move from the counter, where his hip was resting. “Yes, you should go back,” I said, and I didn’t move either.
Then I saw it. It was something in his eyes, something in his breathing, in his face, in his posture. "Hey, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?" he said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. I studied his face while having a smile on my own. "Yes, of course," I tried to sound nonchalant, too.
I noticed his chest rise and fall as he took in air, as if he had stopped breathing for a moment, and then he smiled like a child on Christmas Day. “Perfect, then, how about… I come pick you up at six?” he asked, already sitting up and approaching the door. “Yes, of course, perfect,” I smiled at him. “Perfect,” he eched while nodding his head at me.
The rest is history. Dinner was great; I dressed up as nicely as I could while still looking casual. He picked me up right on time and made me laugh throughout the dinner.
The only problem was that nobody knew anything yet, and both Eddie and I wanted to keep it that way for a while. At first, it wasn't hard to make up excuses: "I'm going out to dinner with Stacy," "Margaret and I are going to the movies," "I'm going to the mall with the girls after school, don't wait up for me for dinner."
Until one afternoon, while we were sharing a chocolate milkshake, he asked me the question I had been waiting for: "Do you want to come sleep at my house tomorrow?"
Half of my brain went into genuine panic while the other half was head over heels. I agreed without telling my parents first, explaining to myself that I'd just make up some excuse like I'd been doing for months, and Eddie's face lit up when I accepted his offer.
That same night, while my mother was focused on preparing dinner, I crept up to her: “Mom?” “Yes?” she asked back without looking up from the bowl she was mixing. “Stacy asked if I could sleep over at her house tomorrow…” I began to test the waters. “Emma and Margaret are coming too, you know, girls’ night in.” “Yes, of course, sweetheart, no problem at all. Do you need us to give you a ride to Stacy’s?” Wow, I didn’t think it would be that easy. “No, Mom, no need, I’ll go by bike.”
The next day, I followed Eddie's directions to his house. It was a remote, deserted, and dodgy-looking place; I tried to ignore it, though it was difficult. If my parents knew I'd come all this way alone on my bike… When I found the trailer with the number Eddie had given me, I approached hesitantly but knocked on the door. Inside the trailer, I heard noises: objects falling, someone saying "Ow!" after a sound like a foot hitting a piece of furniture, and finally the lock turning.
When the door opened, Eddie appeared in the frame. He was wearing his usual black jeans with a few chains dangling from them, and he was barefoot except for a pair of socks—one of which had a tomato on the big toe of his right foot—and… he was shirtless. I could see all the tattoos on his chest, arms, and shoulders, which were also visible when he wore short-sleeved shirts or rolled up his sleeves, but now? Now they were completely on display.
“Hey,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant as he leaned an arm against the doorframe. I tried my hardest to stop staring so blatantly at his chest. “Hey,” I said back. “Are you coming in or…?” he said sarcastically as he stepped aside, giving me enough room to enter his house, and that’s what I did.
His house, or trailer, was… curious. It was a mess, with glasses and plates scattered across the surfaces, shoes strewn across the living room, and a strong smell of beer and cigarettes—something Eddie often smelled like. If my mother saw the state of this living room… “Sorry about the mess,” Eddie said hurriedly as he picked up some of the things I’d already noticed lying around. “Don’t worry about it,” I said, and I meant it. It was the last thing on my mind right now.
He showed me around the house a little. Where the kitchen was, where the bathroom was, the back room with the closed door was his uncle's room. "And this is my room," he said, opening the last door he hadn't shown me (not counting his uncle's).
It was just as messy as the rest of the house, but this room had a more personal touch for Eddie. Clothes were scattered all over the room, the walls were practically papered with posters of bands I assumed were rock bands because of the artwork, even though I didn't know any of them; an electric guitar was leaning against his table, and a porn magazine was sticking out from under the bed. "Well... this is my humble abode," he said as he closed the door, and I took a couple of steps forward, examining the four walls. "It's very you," I commented, noticing his guitar. "Thanks... It's also where you're going to sleep."
I turned my head shyly toward Eddie, who was looking at me with a half-smile that tried (though terribly) to hide the mischievousness behind it. When I looked back at his room, I noticed his bed, which was poorly made and… oh, hanging from the headboard were handcuffs.
I sat on the bed and let the backpack I'd brought with my toiletries, bag, and pajamas fall beside me. "I told my mom I went to Stacy's for the night," I told Eddie with a small, mischievous smile, hoping he'd be proud of my rebellion. "Oh yeah? The little wheeler couldn't tell her mom she came to spend the night with the weirdo from school?" he teased me. He took a couple of steps until he was right in front of me, watching me as I sat down on his bed. I blushed at his comment.
“Don’t say that… you make me feel like a nun,” I let out a small laugh. “You kind of are…” His smile widened, and his hands reached out to cradle my face. Then he leaned forward and kissed me.
The kiss began gently, his lips simply moving in sync with mine as his hands held my face exactly where he wanted it. My hands reached for his wrists, holding them in place and seeking physical contact with him beyond our lips. So, I sighed into the kiss, and Eddie took the opportunity to nibble my lower lip, causing me to let out a small gasp. At this, Eddie brushed his tongue against my lips, asking for entry into my mouth, and I gave it to him.
It wasn't the first time we'd made out. Once at my house, when Eddie was absolutely sure the campaign would keep my brother and his friends entertained enough, he'd cornered me against the wall while we kissed. But when I felt his weight on top of mine, pushing me back on his bed until I was trapped beneath him with my head on his pillows, I knew it wasn't going to be like the other times…
The kiss quickly intensified. We were kissing almost with our mouths open, our tongues intertwining, forcing us to share saliva. My hands leaped to the nest of curls on his head, burying them in his tangled hair and, now and then, when I thought it necessary, giving it a gentle tug. In response, he grunted without breaking the kiss and slid his hands down to my hips, which he squeezed and held still.
“Damn, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…” he murmured as he broke the kiss, sliding his lips down my jaw to my neck, scattering wet kisses. When he reached my neck, he attacked it with intense kisses, the occasional bite, and several licks. “Having you here, in my bed, just the two of us without having to worry about anyone else interrupting us…” When his teeth bit the soft spot on my neck, I couldn’t suppress a muffled moan. “Eddie.” He growled and bit a little harder, but not hard enough to hurt. “Shit…”
His hands groped at the hem of my t-shirt, and when he realized I wasn't going to stop him, he lifted it until it lay on the floor with other clothes already there. His strong, quick hands moved up to my breasts, covered by my bra (which was my favorite bra, chosen specifically for the occasion). He squeezed them through the fabric, and when my nipples hardened beneath him, he pinched them.
The kisses trailed down to my cleavage, where he also showered kisses with his open mouth while looking into my eyes. My hands continued massaging his scalp as I returned the intense gaze he was giving me, as it traveled down my stomach. One of his hands, while the other continued playing with my breast, slid down to the waistband of my pants. “Are you going to let me touch you, mh?” he asked, even though he already knew what the answer would be. I nodded as my lips parted slightly, trying to steady my breathing. “Uh uh uh, princess, you use your words. I need your explicit consent.” I threw my head back on his pillows. “Yes, Eddie, I want you to touch me.” His response was a breathy chuckle.
His hand finally slid under my pants, even my panties (which matched my bra), going straight to my throbbing center, sliding two fingers between my lips. “Fuck…” he murmured against my stomach when he realized what I’d been dreading: I was extremely wet. I felt a little embarrassed at first, but when he continued kissing my belly button and one of his fingers drew wonderful circles on my clit while the other played with my hole, I forgot all about it.
“Eddie,” I moaned as I pulled at strands of his hair, arching my back. “Fuck,” he moaned back into my skin as the finger that had been probing my entrance finally entered, curving instantly to touch my spongy tip. Shit, he knew exactly what he was doing…
“Yes? Do you like it if I do it like this?” His finger came out and went back in, curving again in the same delicious way. “Yes, fuck.” My eyes closed as I let myself be guided by him, his lips, and his fingers.
Soon, I began to feel something hard pressing against my inner thigh. “Shit…” I sighed when I felt it, and Eddie seemed to be excited because he started rocking his hips, pressing them against my thigh. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me…” His fingers went in and out in time with his hips rocking against my thigh. “You have no idea how long I’ve imagined doing this…” he whispered, his hot breath against my ear, “having you sprawled over my bed, moaning my name.”
The fact that he was my brother's friend was important. We were always careful that no one we knew saw us together since we weren't ready to tell the world that we were... seeing each other? dating? hooking up?
But the thought of my brother and his group disappeared as soon as his fingers sank in so deeply that I could almost feel his knuckles inside me. “Damn, Eddie!”
My head was completely clouded by the lust of the moment, my eyes almost rolled back in my head from the pleasure I was feeling, my walls were squeezing Eddie's fingers, and then, I felt my legs start to tremble.
“Eddie, I’m going to come,” I whimpered as my hand gripped his wrist, trying to steady myself. “Really? Are you going to come on my fingers, sweetheart?” The rhythm of his fingers increased even more as his thumb drew circles over my throbbing clit, making the knot in my stomach tighten even more.
“Please come, I need you to come,” Eddie’s voice came out in a whisper as his teeth gently bit my collarbone.
Finally, the knot came undone, and my orgasm took hold of my limbs, making them twitch as they tried to overcome the climax of the moment. My eyes squeezed shut, and while one hand continued to grip his, the other flew to my side, clinging to the sheets as if my life depended on it, moaning Eddie's name like a prayer.
Once my orgasm had passed, Eddie's fingers continued moving, though much more slowly, inside me, helping me come back to life. "Fuck," I tried to calm my breathing as Eddie kissed my neck and collarbone like he was worshipping me. My hands were now tangled in his hair, gently playing with it and caressing his scalp.
"Fuck," he murmured against my neck, "I don't think I'm ever going to let you get out of this bed, love."
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