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Chrissy’s parents have forbidden her from seeing Eddie.
That’s not to say that she’s heeded their demand.
In fact, she actively enjoys disobeying it.
It’s stupid. Infuriating. And it drives her crazy. She had never ever disobeyed her parents in the first eighteen years of her life, but Eddie is her first taste of freedom. Of passion. Devotion. Genuine care. Respect. And love. So much love.
As Eddie says, her parents can fuck right off if they think they can keep the two of them apart.
They only have a couple of more months until graduation. They’ve been making plans to leave the second after they both get their diplomas. And the day can’t come soon enough.
At one point, it still seemed too far away for Chrissy, and she almost moved out of her parents' house, and into his trailer. She knows both Eddie and Wayne would have welcomed her with open arms; they even mentioned going out and getting proper furniture for Eddie’s bedroom, to fit Chrissy’s things. But after a huge fight with her parents, her dad, who has never spoken up on her behalf in her whole damn life, threatened to talk to Principal Higgins and a few of his “buddies” on the school board, hoping to interfere with Eddie’s chance of graduating.
The threat proved to Chrissy that her father isn’t the meek man he’s always pretended to be. In fact, he’s more than capable of speaking up. He’s just never done it for the abuse she faced from her mother, instead choosing to turn a blind eye. It was the last straw for Chrissy, and a future relationship with either of her parents has been completely severed.
Chrissy is just biding her time in the house that has never been a home.
Some might argue that she’s being rash. An immature teenager. But it’s not so much about her relationship with Eddie, as it is that her parents think that they have any say about her future. If they were better parents, of course they would have a say, but they’re not. And they never have been. No one can imagine the hell her mother has created for Chrissy’s life. They have no clue how her father has allowed it to happen…
Now. Now of all times, Chrissy’s choices are bad ones, especially when it comes to Eddie. It’s bullshit. Every decision she makes has been placed under a magnifying glass. She’s questioned for everything she says or does. She knows that’s only because all of it is hers. And her parents don’t like that they can’t control her, and she’s not cowing under the weight of their judgment anymore.
Chrissy is never going to obey them again; she has zero loyalty for her parents.
For now, to get her dad off Eddie’s back, she has resorted to seeing her boyfriend secretly. Chrissy hates that they can’t walk the halls hand-in-hand at school. One, because of Principal Higgins. Two, and the most annoying, is Jason Carver. He’s a rat and a tattle-tell. Fortunately for her, she has plenty of new friends to “hang out with” during the weekends, and to make excuses as to her whereabouts on the weekdays, during school hours. Chrissy and Eddie spend lunch at their table in the woods, undetected. They share a tutorial period, so they often sneak off to the back stacks of the library, underneath the football bleachers, or the backstage of the cafeteria stage where Hellfire has their meetings, and they have yet to be caught. Her cheer practices have started to run later and later while the Hellfire meetings run just as late.
And in the early mornings…
Chrissy has stopped going on her runs.
She just never shared this development with her parents.
It’s lucky that Eddie has suddenly become a morning person. And it’s also done wonders for his attendance and first period tardies at school.
This morning, it’s raining, but that doesn’t stop Chrissy from donning her tennis shoes, biker shorts, a sports bra, and her windbreaker. It’s a soft rain, but there are distant rolls of thunder threatening a larger storm, and the sky is a lavender-grey, with flashes of lightning striking far away. It’s nearly seven in the morning, but it almost looks like twilight outside. Chrissy’s breath fogs in front her as she jogs to the end of her block, turns the corner, and she sees the red taillights of a familiar van as it idles further down the road. She picks up her speed, and slaps at the handle of the passenger door, nearly throwing herself into the van as she shivers uncontrollably with the early morning cold.
“Baby,” Eddie sticks out his bottom lip sympathetically.
Chrissy wordlessly leans over to sink her teeth into that lip. He chuckles into her mouth, pulling her over the console and into his lap, shaking off droplets of rain from her clothes and attempting to warm her up with strong hands, running them all over her body.
“Missed you,” she eventually sighs—only once she’s got her fill of his kisses, and his mouth travels down her jaw.
He hums, deep and throaty, and she shivers for a wholly different reason. “Missed you more.” She’s wrapped in his arms, fitted tightly between him and the steering wheel, and she thinks it might be her favorite spot in the whole world. “Where to this morning, sweetheart?” He says it against her pulse, using his mouth to tongue at the thumping beat of her racing heart.
She swallows thickly, trying to focus on the question. Sometimes, they go get breakfast at the McDonald’s in the next town over. Other times, they drive around, holding hands, listening to music and catching up on everything they couldn’t cover during their time together on the weekend or the short periods during the school day. Mostly, they use it as another excuse to make out or have sex in the back of the van.
And she woke up this morning feeling a bit peckish…just not for food.
“The quarry.”
Eddie pulls away with a grin that’s all teeth.
“As you wish, my love.”
She crawls back into her seat, and he pinches her ass as he kicks the van into gear and speeds away; her laughter ringing out joyfully.
🚐…
It’s a wonder they even made it to the back of the van.
Chrissy claws at Eddie’s belt buckle; impatient to get him naked and inside of her…
She still can’t believe that she used to think sex was a chore.
It was something to get over with. An act that made Jason a little easier to be around, right up until the religious guilt kicked in, and he was making them both feel miserable about it afterwards. Chrissy had never been satisfied, not until Eddie.
Now, she can’t hardly go more than a day or two without being satiated by her boyfriend, in one way or another.
“Are we under a time crunch?” He laughs, trying to slow her movements.
“Technically.” She dodges his hands and pulls up the hem of his t-shirt until he raises his arms, and she tugs it off.
“Let’s just skip school today.”
Chrissy still has a mind to know that that’s a terrible idea, especially this close to graduation. And she’s not so mature that she doesn’t roll her eyes at Eddie’s penchant for irresponsibility…
“We can’t do that. Higgins will make it a problem for you, and me, when he realizes neither of us are at school.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Eddie looks down at her with a smirk.
“It’s waiting for me in your pants, lover boy.” Chrissy answers dryly.
Eddie laughs.
Chrissy loves that Eddie finds her sarcastic sense of humor funny. No one else ever has.
“Naughty. Naughty. Naughty. Chrissy Cunningham.” He’s leaned in and kisses her between each word, and then doesn’t stop until she’s breathless. It only encourages her as her blunt nails bite into the skin of his back. Chrissy writhes beneath him; her breath coming out loud and fast from her nose. He ruts against her core; her mouth falls slack, and her eyes glaze over at the feeling of his bulge against the thin material of her shorts. “But you love being naughty for me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I love it. I love you, Eddie.”
Her hands move back to his belt, and he lets her claw at it again. The clinking of the metal buckle makes her wetter than she already is; the zipper gives, and she tugs until the rough material of his jeans are stuck around his spread thighs, just enough to let his cock bob free. His breath is ragged in her ear as she grasps him in her dainty hand, and she strokes him, using his precum to coat the round head of his cock.
“Loveyouloveyouloveyou,” Eddie chants, his words bleeding together as he grows just as desperate, kissing wherever his mouth lands on her rain-damp skin.
He’s so good at warming her up and drawing out her pleasure, but she’s been waiting for this since before she saw his van idling at the end of the block. This doesn’t need to be drawn out. It doesn’t need to be sweet. She really wants him to give it to her.
“Fuck me, Eddie—I want it so bad—please,” the last word is an audible whine, and she knows she sounds so needy.
Eddie pulls away, and his dark eyes flash as he tucks his fingers into her biker shorts and yanks. She arches her back, to wiggle off her windbreaker, and she pulls up her sports bra just under her armpits, to expose her breasts. Eddie is struggling to get her elastic nylon shorts past her chunky tennis shoes, letting out a frustrated grunt as they get stuck. She almost laughs, instead wrapping her arms around the back of her thighs and pulling her knees up to her chin, exposing everything to his eyesight. She plants her tangled, shoed feet, against the center of his chest, looking up at him meaningfully.
He lets out a muffled curse under his breath before reaching over to the small compartment, in the back of the van where they keep extra condoms.
It feels like he searches forever...
And he comes up blank.
“Shit! Fuck! Noooooooo!”
His voice booms against the sound of thunder overhead. He shakes the empty condom box, tossing it away as if it’s burned him and desperately looks again, throwing out napkins, papers, and other junk from the compartment, until it’s empty.
Chrissy looks up at the rusted ceiling of the van, and she tries to think rationally, but her brain is fogged with yearning, desperation, and horniness. And in those few seconds she realizes that she really doesn’t care.
Now who’s the one being irresponsible?
Take that, Eddie Munson!
They really do deserve each other…
Her voice comes out ragged as she pulls him back by the arm. “I don’t care! Get over here right now and fuck me, Eddie!” His hands land on her shins as her feet plant on his chest again. He looks down at her with a furrow in his brow, but she wants him to think about it even less than she is. “I haven’t had a period in like, a year, Eddie. I doubt I’m getting pregnant from this, okay?! Just—just—” she waves her arms wildly before wrapping them around her thighs again.
“Yeah—” he swallows, “yeah, sweetheart, okay, if you’re sure—”
His ringed fingers move to cup the back of her thighs, and his dark eyes zero in on her exposed pussy, licking his lips as he pushes her knees back up to her chin. Chrissy hears him suck in a shaky breath, and she mewls at the first feel of his cock. The blunt head slides over her slick folds slowly, bumping against the hood of her clit. He punches out that same breath, in a ragged moan, as he draws back a little and attempts to push in; her closed thighs making his girth resist her entrance. Her eyes flutter shut as he gets the head in and pulls out, doing it again and pushing in deeper, out and in again, over and over, until his cock nestles inside snuggly, splitting her open, and reaching the hilt. It’s been a slow drag against her walls, and she pants at the feeling of being so full.
Chrissy can only wonder why they’ve never done it without a condom before.
He uses his hands to pry her arms away, and he moves her legs over one of his shoulders. He circles her thighs with his own arms, elevating her hips off the floor of the van and starting a steady pace.
“Oh god—” Chrissy breathes. “It’s so—so deep, Eddie. Please don’t stop,” she hiccups a moan.
He lets out an unintelligible grunt as he snaps his hips, pushing her up the floor of the van with the power of his thrust. She heaves out a shocked breath, scrabbling for purchase and coming up short. She can’t find anything to hold onto, and he’s not really letting up his pace once he starts thrusting into her over and over again. Her hands move to play with her breasts instead, pinching her nipples between her fingers. He groans, watching her movements like a man possessed.
“Chrissy—oh fuck, sweetheart—you’re so gorgeous, so sexy like this, baby—” his voice is reedy and loud as he fucks into her harder.
There’s sweat licking down her spine, and she can hardly catch her breath, but it feels so good she doesn’t ever want it to end. Eddie leans down just enough to slip her legs around his ears, using the tangled material around her ankles as leverage around his neck, lifting her up higher and splitting her open on his cock. She lets out a shout at this new angle. The skin of their thighs clapping together loudly as his hands bruise the meaty flesh as he holds her legs in place, and his pace picks up like a piston. The storm has gotten louder, and their voices are drowned out as the rain pelts the top of the van, and the thunder and lightning dance above their heads.
She knows it won’t last much longer, and her only regret is that this connection to him, in this one instance, and the feeling of euphoria they’re creating together, will eventually ebb away.
But she’ll enjoy every second of it right now…
“Yes—” she sobs desperately, “ah-ah-ah—oh god—oh my god—right there—just like that—Ed—Edd—dddie!”
Chrissy babbles with each drag of his cock inside of her as cascading waves of warmth flow throughout her entire body. His hips stutter, and he starts moving disjointedly just as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.
“Baby, I’m gonna—gonna cum—”
It’s both a warning and a question.
“Inside,” she gasps, “inside me, Eddie, please!”
Her response is a trigger, and they explode together.
Chrissy wails his name as he grunts with each spurt of his cum inside of her…
He’s leaning over her heavily, trying to catch his breath as he rests his fists on the floor of the van; her legs are still around his ears, nearly folding her in half, like a lawn chair. She giggles helplessly; her hands still playing with her breasts, drawing out shorts shocks of pleasure, as her pussy flutters around his softening cock.
“That was amazing,” she sighs dreamily.
“Yeah,” his voice is hoarse.
Chrissy grins for being the reason his voice sounds like that. He leans in further, kissing her lips once, before drawing away. He pulls out of her, and she whimpers dejectedly. He lifts her legs up and away from around his neck. Chrissy’s arms fall around her thighs again, for something to hold onto.
Eddie’s eyes travel down, glazing over, as he stares at her pussy, hypnotized. Chrissy can feel what he’s staring it. It’s the way his cum trickles out of her, down to her ass crack.
“I don’t wanna—fuck—” he’s struggling for words. Or more like, his words are on the tip of his tongue, and he’s afraid to say them. His eyes are hooded, and he licks his lips, still staring at the mess. She should feel awkward, being completely exposed as she is, but they love each other, so she waits patiently for him to finish his thoughts. She’s still trying to catch her own breath, anyway. His hands smooth over her legs, and he starts untangling her shorts, working them back up with much less trouble than he had trying to take them off. “Chrissy, sweetheart, I don’t wanna sound like a possessive dick, but like—I really don’t want you to shower when you get home. I want—I want you to—”
“You want me to walk around with your cum between my thighs all day? At school?”
“Fuck yeah,” he breathes.
The snap of elastic is loud as he lets go of the nylon material, and it falls back into place around her waist. It feels weird; the mess between her legs, as they fall around either side of him, and she undulates her hips against the floor of the van. Surely, it’s unsanitary, and she may not have learned much in health class, but it’s certainly a cause for a UTI. But. And it’s a pretty big but. Chrissy kinda really wants to keep the mess between her legs too.
She won’t deny that she belongs to Eddie. That she’s his girl. Chrissy loves that he’s showing a bit of possessiveness when he’s normally so respective of her boundaries.
“Okay.” His eyes flutter shut, and his body physically shudders. Chrissy smirks. “But you can’t shower either.”
His eyes snap open again, and she gestures to the glistening of her juices coating his flaccid dick and mixing with the little bit of his cum left there. Chrissy wants to be just as possessive. She reaches down to pull up his pants, taking her time to buckle his belt, pulling the open flaps towards her. He collapses on top of her, covering her body with his, and they make-out until they’re almost late getting her back home.
🚐…
“Did you have a good run, pumpkin?”
Chrissy finishes the last gulp of water from her glass, just as her dad walks into the kitchen.
“Mm-hm, the best, daddy.”
“I thought so. You’re sweaty and flushed, even after the rain outside.
“I sure am.”
“That storm sure came and went. I just saw the sun peaking out. You better clean up and get a move on. You don’t want to be late for school. It’s a game day, right?”
“Yeah. It’s the championship.”
“I bet Jason will be happy to see you cheering him on tonight. He’ll need your support, and I hope you’ll take it as an opportunity to talk to him. You need that; you two were so good together, after all.” Chrissy stares at her father blankly. He clears his throat, scratching awkwardly behind his ear. “The game is just in time for spring break. I’m guessing you have plans this next week?” It’s a probing question that sounds both curious and accusatory.
“Not really. I’ll probably just hang out with Nancy.”
The relief on his face is obvious. “Nancy Wheeler. She’s a good girl. Comes from a good family. She’s definitely better off since that deadbeat boyfriend of hers moved away.” Chrissy stops herself from rolling her eyes at his obvious distaste for the Byers’ family. She can’t believe that she ever thought her father was a decent man. “I’m so glad you made friends with her this year.”
“Me too, daddy.” She says between her teeth.
“Go on then, go get in your cheer uniform. I heard your mom doing some alterations to it last night.”
She still grits her teeth, but her mouth upturns with a fake smile, and she shuffles from foot to foot. Her hips pivot, and she feels the silent squelch between her thighs. It does well to distract her from her dad’s words…
Chrissy can’t wait to dirty up the material with the mess that’s still inside of her shorts.
In fact, she definitely intends on making more of a mess with her cheer uniform tonight. Her cheer career is over after this game anyway. Eddie definitely needs to take her to the trailer afterwards and make it happen. Maybe even ruin the whole thing…
Chrissy has a note to write when she gets to school, and a deal to make at a picnic table today.