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See, the first thing you need to know about me, is that I HATE Steve Harrington. I'm sure his friends on the basketball team, and Tommy and Carol, my own friend Nancy Wheeler and pretty much every other girl in this shithole of a high school will disagree, hell, I'm sure more than half of all of Hawkins knows and loves King Steve. That doesn't make him any more tolerable to me. My disdain for that asshole runs ice cold through my veins. You know, you could probably say that it's a part of my personality at this point, hating him. His cocky smirk gets on my last nerve and that god awful hair, well, it makes me want to gag. And what's with the polo shirts and the clean cut good guy look, okay his parents are wealthy, but that doesn't make him an innocent little angel.
I bet I haven't made the best first impression. The reasons I've given for hating him probably seem shallow, or petty, right? Well, that's because they are. Those aren't the real reasons I hate Steve Harrington, no, its much more complex.
FRESHMAN ORIENTATION HAWKINS HIGH 1981
I was more or less all alone at Freshman Orientation, fresh from Middle School with nobody to count on save my best friend, Steve Harrington. Yes, we were closer than close, we grew up together, I had no other friends, I knew that he did, and he knew that I didn't.
There was an ice breaker activity, we had to find a person who we didn't know and get to know them. I remember even now the anxiety I had trying to talk to anyone who wasn't Steve back then.
In the end, another boy approached me, buzzed brown hair, torn jeans and a shirt that just screamed counter culture.
"Hi, I'm Eddie" He said, with more confidence than I thought he would have given his appearance. "I like your pin" He smiled pointing at the D20 pin I had attached to my jacket.
"Thanks." I replied giggling as I gave him my name and shook his hand. From that moment Eddie and I became good friends, we conversed until the end of the exercise about everything we could think to say. He told me he played guitar, I told him I was learning to play the drums, to my parents dismay. I told him about my DnD character, he told me about his. We just seemed to have a lot in common, more than Steve and I did anyway.
After the lunch bell sounded, Eddie and I parted ways and I ran off to find Steve. He was in the cafeteria, surrounded by a gaggle of young boys around the same age, it seemed he'd made a name for himself already, one of them must have saw me coming over because I heard the faintest whisper of "girl who was talking to the freak" before he whipped around and almost jumped to his feet before I could reach his table.
I was short for my age, or maybe he was just tall for his, but in this moment he towered over me. The look on his face was terrifying as he spoke, his finger pointed in my face, "We're not friends, you, me, we're done, you do not associate with me anymore, understand, you're not the kind of girl who can, you know, help my standing with these guys, so just... run back to the freak and stay out of my life." It wasn't just his words, but the disgust behind them that upset me, the harshness, I couldn't see what I'd done wrong, but it didn't matter.
I had just lost my best and only friend, I was understandably distraught, tears rolled down my cheeks and I had cried myself to sleep for three days following the incident.
Over the years, I've grown closer with Eddie and his friends, become less upset about losing Steve and more indifferent, relieved given his high school reputation, humping and dumping any girl he could get his hands on, making them believe they were special. To be quite honest, thinking about how much I looked up to him in the beginning, I'm glad I got out when I did, or it could've been me, another notch on his bedpost.
Although, I'm not saying I was a perfect little angel either, I'm not incredibly experienced in that area, but I'm also not... inexperienced, if you know what I mean. I’m not a virgin at least.
1983
Eddie and I were in his trailer, spring break of junior year, as I said we'd grown close, Eddie's hair had grown out to about shoulder length, and it was becoming harder to deny that he was attractive. I didn't have any feelings for him though, he was just my best friend.
We had smoked some of his uncle's medical marijuana, this was before he started dealing, and we were stoned out of our minds and bored shitless. Eddie passed the lit joint to me giggling through the cloud of smoke that surrounded us. "Hey"
"Hey what?" I laughed, taking a drag of the joint.
"Wanna play truth or dare?" He seemed excited, and it seemed like a harmless game so I agreed. "So, truth or dare?"
I always start with a dare, so I did the same this time. "Dare"
He thought for a long time, but finally landed on a dare, "I dare you to give me a dollar"
"Seriously Munson, that's the best you got?" I said as I pulled a dollar out of my purse and threw it at him. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." He looked determined, and smug.
"I dare you to... let me play with your hair" I'd been wanting to ever since I'd noticed that he was growing it out. I noticed him blushing slightly as he reluctantly sat on the floor at the bottom of the bed to let me play with his hair.
"Truth or dare?" he asked in a defeated tone. When I answered Truth he perked up a bit as he thought of the question. "Are you a virgin?" he said calmly.
Hesitantly I whispered, "Yes" but it came out breathier than I would have liked, sure he was my best friend but it was still an embarrassing topic to discuss with him; especially when I had started to notice that he was attractive, and my hands still carding through his hair made things worse.
He laughed, this motherfucker laughed. "So am I. Do you wanna be?" He asked, looking up at me with a look in his eyes that I just couldn't place.
"Smooth move, Munson, what if I didn't?" I said, regaining some confidence. He stood and made eye contact with me.
"Well, I'll just have to-" He leaned in to kiss me but I stopped him as he was an inch away from my face.
"Just so we're clear, if we do this, nothing changes, this isn't serious, it's just two friends, losing their... virginity... together, right?" His breathing was already heavy and a quick glance down told me why.
"Right" he confirmed, and that was all I needed to lean in and kiss his soft lips, my hands made their way up his back to his shoulders, as his found my hips and pulled me closer to him, making me gasp. Eddie used this opportunity to snake his tongue into my open mouth, and I smiled into the kiss as I welcomed the sensation of his tongue on mine.
He pulled away and I whined at the loss of contact but I didn't have time to catch my breath before his mouth was on my neck, sucking small red marks that would bruise come the morning. He nipped and bit at the space where my neck met my shoulder and I sucked cold air in through my teeth before moaning as he soothed the spot with his tongue and continued peppering small kisses down my chest and running his calloused hands under my shirt, the cold metal of his rings only adding to the pleasure of it all.
“Eddie-” I breathed out as his fingers explored my torso, leaving featherlight touches, brushing the skin so gently, it was so much, and so little at the same time. I tapped his chest lightly signalling for him to stop so that I could remove my shirt and give myself time to catch my breath.
He reached behind my back to unclasp my bra and threw it to the other side of the room. “This seems a little unfair.” I remarked, raising an eyebrow and pawing at his shirt, which he removed without hesitation revealing the most recent stick and poke to adorn his lean torso.
After receiving the nod from me his hands and mouth were on me again, groping at my tits, licking and sucking at my nipples, a feeling that was definitely new, but boy was it incredible. Eventually he’d turned his attention from my breasts to my belly once again making me giggle as his hair brushed my waist.
His fingers made their way beneath the waistband of my jeans and I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth at the sight of him, so close to the place where I needed him the most, but with so many pieces of clothing in the way. Unbuttoning and unzipping the jeans he said, “Are you still sure about this?”
I flopped back on to the bed, my hands coming up to cover my face while I composed myself, “Eddie, you’re my best friend, I’m just glad I’m doing this with you, and not some randomer at a high school party.”
I’m pretty sure that was all the confirmation he needed, because he stood from his position on the floor and yanked my jeans off, making me laugh as they ended up in the opposite corner of the room. He clambered up onto the bed, cupping my face in his hand and kissing my lips slowly, sweetly. His free hand dragged down my naked side, stopping at my panties and pushing at my thighs, to which I willingly parted them for him.
The same hand stroked my inner thigh as he made his way towards my clothed pussy. He swiped his index finger against the material and groaned, throwing his head back, “You’re so wet for me, honey,” he smirked, and I moaned at the pet name.
“Please, never call me that outside of this context,” he nodded his agreement but made a mental note of the effect it had had on me… he did start calling me ‘honey’ outside of this context eventually. He slid his index finger beneath the cotton of my panties and made small circles around my clit before pushing the digit inside of me. He then pulled it right back out and lifted it to his lips where he slipped it into his mouth groaning as he licked my arousal off his fingers, leaving me a panting and whimpering mess at the display.
“You taste so good sweetheart, and you’re so tight.”
I tried in vain to regain some dignity in the situation, “y-yeah, we kind of established that I’m a virgin, dipshit, that’s pretty much how it works.”
“Well, smartarse, I’m guessing you don’t have a condom on you then.” He said looking down at me naked on his bed.
I gestured at my naked body, “Where would it be, up my ass, of course I don’t”
“It could be if you’re into that,” he laughed making me blush wildly, “don’t worry, I have one.” he assured me walking over to his dresser where he pulled out a box of condoms.
Pulling his own jeans down his legs, he was left in just his boxers and socks, leaving very little to the imagination, his erection straining against the thin material. He pushed the boxers down and rolled the condom onto his hard cock, jerking twice before jumping back onto the bed on his knees between my open legs.
He pulled my own underwear down and over my ankles before, again, throwing it into some distant corner of the room, one hand by my head, the other on his cock guiding it into my aching cunt causing me to gasp. I winced as he entered me, it was more painful than people said but once he had bottomed out, he waited for me to adjust to the feeling and I relaxed slightly.
I nodded for him to start moving and he slowly began to pull out of me before thrusting his hips rather harshly back into me. A string of moans left my lips, Eddie was groaning above me, setting a steady pace, the pleasure was quickly overtaking the pain and I threw my head back into the mattress.
As Eddie thrust deeper and harder into me, he hit a soft spot inside me that caused a wave of pleasure to rip through my body, my back arched up off of the bed and my toes curled and my hands gripped the sheets so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The harder and faster his thrusts became the more I came undone beneath him.
The old smell of hash in the room was quickly replaced by that of sweat and sex. The sound of our bodies moving together, our breaths mingling through pants and moans, the way it invaded all of my senses was obscene.
Before long, I felt an unfamiliar tightening in the pit of my stomach, “Ah, oh- I think- I think I’m close Eddie-” I managed to breathe out through everything.
“I’m not far behind you honey, come for me sweetheart.”
A few more thrusts of his hips and I was done for, it was definitely my first orgasm, I had never felt anything quite like it before that moment, my vision flashed white and it was like shock waves washed over my entire body, leaving me convulsing in pleasure, completely blissed out.
Not a moment later I heard Eddie yell as he came, filling the condom inside of me. He swiftly pulled out, tying a knot in the end of the condom and threw it into the bin by his bed.
We both just lay there, for what felt like an hour after that, naked and panting on his bed, catching our breath before he finally said, “Do you want to stay the night?”
I raised my head to look at him, “What time is it?”
“Almost 12.30.”
“Then it’s definitely too late to walk home.” I shrugged.
So he got up out of the bed and handed me a sweatshirt and a pair of his boxers, and we spent the night together, nothing else happened other than cuddling, but that was nothing new, like I said we were close. Nothing had changed between us, except for the fact that we were no longer virgins.
This is a romance story, but not about Eddie Munson. That wasn’t the only time we had sex, but we never became a couple, it was an outlet for us, to deal with the constant stress that high school would throw our way. We were more like… Friends with Benefits.