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Nancy and Jonathan have something of a routine. They cannot stay at each other’s houses at night, no matter how much they want to. Nancy’s parents would never approve of Jonathan staying over, and even though Joyce happily does and loves Nancy coming over, Nancy doesn’t have a car. Her parents wouldn’t be the happiest with her staying over at the Byers’ house either.
But the pair still have needs, so they work around this. The routine they’ve come up with is mainly Jonathan coming over after everyone is asleep, sneaking into her room, and pleasuring her. He mostly does that first with his mouth and then with his cock, and he then stays with her for a while, sometimes even sleeping if they’re feeling dangerous, and then he sneaks away, getting back to his house in time to sleep and make breakfast.
They both enjoy this system a lot, but Nancy can’t help but feel that it’s sometimes a little unfair or played out. So she has plans to shake things up a little bit.
“Keep your window unlocked tonight,” Nancy whispers in Jonathan’s ear as they eat lunch in the darkroom. There’s no real need to be so quiet, but she still feels it’s necessary.
“Why’s that?” Jonathan asks, a smirk on his lips.
“I want to come over. I want to fuck you.” Jonathan’s breath hitches slightly, and he licks his very kissable lips.
“O-Oh? How? Your mom won’t let you take her car.”
“I don’t care. And she won’t notice one trip on her gas meter.” Nancy rolls her eyes, knowing her mother’s obsessive relationship with how many miles are on her car.
“Okay,” Jonathan says, needing no other convincing. It’s cute how eager he is. “When you come over… are you going to use that ?” Jonathan asks, not looking at her.
“Of course,” Nancy says simply, “I’m doing everything you do tonight.”
“Oh, fuck…” Jonathan whimpers and Nancy doesn’t need to look to know he’s rock-hard. She also doesn’t need to tell him not to touch himself. He’s a good boy in that way.
“See you then,” Nancy says with a wink, leaning up and pecking Jonathan on the lips before promptly turning and leaving.
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Nancy parks her mom’s car a block away from the Byers’ house. She gets close to the house with a pep in her step. The thrill of being caught runs through her. Her purse lightly bumps against her side with every step.
As she approaches, a soft glow comes from Jonathan’s window, and she peers in, seeing her boyfriend lounging on his bed. The lamp on his nightstand illuminates the book he is reading, Christine by Stephen King, if she’s reading it right. If she strains, she can barely hear one of his rock cassettes playing softly, soft enough not to disturb the other house members. She doesn’t recognize the song.
Nancy knocks on the window with one of her knuckles, and Jonathan jumps before he scrambles off the bed, opening his window for her.
“Hey,” Jonathan says softly, cheeks dusted red.
“Hey,” Nancy says, hoisting herself up and into the window. It’s a little tall for her, but she has enough upper body strength to manage, her years of forced ballet paying off.
Jonathan is on her as soon as she’s standing, lips desperately locking with hers. She is quick to reciprocate, the smacking of their lips drowning out the music.
Jonathan’s hands go to Nancy’s waist, starting to creep up her shirt like he almost always does, but she grabs his wrist before he can get very far.
“Hey, now,” she says firmly, and Jonathan instantly freezes, “I’m here to see you, to take care of you this time.”
“Okay,” Jonathan whispers, removing his hands and awkwardly placing them on Nancy’s shoulders as she does to him when they make out. Nancy’s hands then go to Jonathan’s hips, making his shirt ride up.
Nancy runs her hands over Jonathan’s flat but firm stomach, slowly moving up to stop at his pecs. Thinking back to how he likes to fondle her breasts, she caresses his chest, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. She flicks and pinches his nipples lightly, just teasing them.
Jonathan whimpers softly into Nancy’s mouth, the sensation odd but far from bad. But Nancy’s hands are suddenly taken away as she steps back.
“Can you take your shirt off, babe?” Nancy asks, and Jonathan nods, throwing the garment off him before going back to kissing his girlfriend. But Nancy soon pulls away, moving to kiss along the boy’s sternum, trailing close to and eventually taking a nipple into her mouth, suckling on it.
“Feel good?” Nancy asks, taking her mouth away.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck,” Jonathan says, subconsciously pushing his chest towards her, and she latches on to his other nipple, playing with the other with her hand. However, she soon backs away, motioning towards his remaining clothes.
“On the bed, please.” Jonathan gets what she’s saying, quickly taking off his remaining clothes and sitting on his bed, trying not to fidget.
Nancy strips herself, crawling onto the bed by Jonathan’s feet, gently pushing his legs apart so she can fit between them. She gets closer to him, putting a chaste, sweet kiss on the tip of Jonathan’s leaky cock, laughing as he bucks his hips.
“Nancy…” Jonathan huffs, pleading. Nancy just grins, kissing his cock again. He likes to tease her when he goes down on her, so she’s just repaying the favor.
Nancy gives little kitten licks all along her boyfriend’s shaft, Jonathan biting back his whines and whimpers. She finally takes Jonathan’s tip into her mouth, running her tongue along the slit, tasting him. She works her way down, bobbing her head as she steadily takes more and more of him.
Jonathan holds back from moving, wanting to thrust his hips and fuck her mouth. She brings up one hand to fondle his balls simultaneously, and it’s clear he isn’t last very long.
“Nan-Nancy,” Jonathan chokes out, hand tangling in her hair, pulling lightly but not so much that it hurts. Nancy just keeps sucking, hollowing her cheeks, and using her tongue as much as possible.
Jonathan cums down her throat with a strangled groan muffled by his hand. Nancy swallows the thick load easily, not spilling a drop. He goes limp under her, panting hard, and she pulls off with a pop and satisfied grin.
“Want me to get you too?” Jonathan asks somewhat breathlessly, but Nancy shakes her head.
“If I remember right, after this, you fuck me,” Nancy says simply, hiding her own burning arousal, “I’m just here to return the favor.” Jonathan’s soft cock visibly twitches.
Nancy steps off the bed, trying to not reach down and touch her throbbing sex. She reaches into her bag, quickly finding what she’s looking for.
She pulls out a bottle of lube and the strap-on she brought. The toy is a simple one, a deep blue cock, about 6 and a half inches long, with the girth to match. While some strap-ons are double-sided, this one isn’t, made to fit snugly against Nancy’s clit as she wears it. She shudders as she puts it in place, holding it right where it’s supposed to.
Nancy turns to her boyfriend, her cock standing proud, and he bites his lip, spreading his legs that much more.
Nancy and Jonathan have done a bit of experimentation, and one thing they’ve discovered is how Jonathan loves having his ass played with. It shocked them both, but now it’s pretty often they use this fact, whether that be teasing or all-out fucking like this.
“Hands and knees, please,” Nancy requests sweetly, and Jonathan obeys without hesitation. This is where this night differs from when Jonathan comes in and fucks her. Jonathan prefers to fuck missionary style so he can see her beautiful face, as he puts it. But she prefers to mount Jonathan, hitting every spot deep inside him, turning him into a lustful mess.
“I’m, uh, ready, by the way,” Jonathan says softly, and Nancy’s eyebrows raise.
“Really now?” Nancy gets on the bed behind Jonathan. Sure enough, Jonathan’s hole is shiny with lube, but she still wants to check. She slips a finger in her boyfriend, parting his pert, round asscheeks.
She enters easily. He really had prepared himself, getting all stretched out for her. She can imagine it now, Jonathan was too excited to sit and do nothing, fingering himself but not allowing himself to cum. He was just reading when she got here, so he had to get redressed and pretend like nothing had happened, even if he needed to cum so bad.
“Naughty boy,” Nancy purrs, pulling her fingers out and fully mounting Jonathan, the tip of her cock pressing her tip against his hole but not pushing in. Jonathan whines, trying to push his hips back, but she waits.
“Please, Nancy, please,” Jonathan whimpers, “I-I need it.”
“Good boy,” Nancy purrs, leaning over to kiss his spine as she slowly pushes in, going till their hips are flush with each other. Jonathan bites his lip hard, holding back the loud moan he desperately wants to release.
“Tell me when,” Nancy coos, kissing his shoulder.
“M-Move, please,” Jonathan says after a moment, taking a deep breath. Nancy kisses and nips at his shoulder before slowly thrusting her hips.
The pair groan in tandem, moving together. The pace is slow and tender, and neither will last very long. Nancy aims her slow, deep thrusts, and it doesn’t take her long to find what she’s looking for.
“A-Ah! Right there!” Jonathan gasps, jerking his hips back. Nancy grins, reaching around Jonathan to grab and tease his hard cock. With every movement, her clit gets even more pressure on it, and she’s getting close, but she wants Jonathan to get there first.
And Jonathan does just that, seizing up and biting his lip so hard it almost bleeds as he cums hard on the sheets under him. A nearly too loud whimper escapes him, and he makes a noise that might be Nancy’s name.
Nancy isn’t far behind, her hips stuttering as she chokes on her own moan, all the built-up pleasure making her see stars. Her orgasm zaps her energy, and she barely avoids falling on top of Jonathan, who is barely up himself.
Nancy eases out of Jonathan, standing on shaky legs to go to the bathroom to clean off the toy and get a wet rag, which she brings back to wipe down Jonathan before helping him change the sheets. She then goes to leave out the window, but Jonathan whispers.
“Stay?” And how can Nancy resist that?
Nancy slips into bed with her boyfriend, their sweaty, naked skin sliding against each other. It doesn’t take long for them both to fall asleep. Jonathan’s alarm is set extremely early to give Nancy a chance to leave.