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It’s eight o’clock in the afternoon when Eddie awakes from her nap to the incessant knocking on her front door. So much for finally getting some rest. She squints her eyes against the last dregs of golden hour sun pouring through her shitty curtains, the gentle early summer breeze cools her sleep warmed body. Another peal of knocking jolts her into kicking her feet up and onto the floor, but she doesn’t get up yet. If someone is going to interrupt her precious sleep that came much less easy to her these days, then she was going to take her sweet ass time getting up.
She stretched her arms above her head, rolling her neck and sighing at the pop of her joints, finally easing some of the tension she held in her shoulders. Rubbing her eyes, she wondered who could be knocking at her trailer at this time. Uncle Wayne had already left for his night shift, so whoever it was must be here for her. Not that she had many friends that would come over unannounced. Let’s see, Gareth and Jeff were probably still at work, and the Hellfire kids were probably up to their own shenanigans, which left….
“Edwina May Munson can you please open your door?” a shrill voice came from outside.
Eddie groaned at the use of her full name. Stevie Harrington? What was she doing here?
Eddie reluctantly got up and made her way to the door. She had a soft spot in her for Stevie, despite their opposing social status in high school. After all, Stevie did carry her out of the upside down and refused to leave her side at the hospital. Apparently the former Hawkins high cheerleader fought for Eddies charges to be dropped. She wishes she wasn’t comatose during that ordeal, Eddie would have love to see Queen Stevie defending the local dirtbag drug dealer to the police.
Eddie finally flipped the deadbolt and opened the door. She couldn’t help the way her breath caught at the sight of Stevie. She was wearing a little pleated skirt and tank top, the afternoon sun hitting her tanned shoulders. Eddies eyes traveled from her gorgeous curls pulled into a scrunchie, down to the low neckline of her top showing far too much skin, and lower to the muscular thighs peeking under her miniskirt.
Oh yeah, had she forgotten to mention she had a devastatingly unrequited crush on Stevie all throughout high school? It irked Eddie to no end that she was so attracted to the one person who she should have hated. Stevie was the pinnacle of high school popularity; always dating the cutest boys, and hanging out with a squad of girls who were equally concerned with their social status. Eddie and Stevie had rarely crossed paths in school, but that did nothing to quell Eddies crush from resurging every time she saw Stevie in the hallways. Especially not when she was wearing that little cheerleader uniform.
Stevie cleared her throat and Eddie quit her ogling, a blush coming to her cheeks as she returned her gaze to Stevie’s eyes. Fuck she looked so cute with her little bitchy raised eyebrows and crossed arms. Eddie felt self conscious and wished she wasn’t wearing boxers and some cutoff band tee that she found on her floor and desperately needed to wash.
“Jesus Munson, took you long enough.” Stevie said.
“If you keep using my full legal name Stevie I will never let you into this trailer again, do you understand me?” Eddie threatened.
“Oh I’m so scared Munson,” Stevie said, rolling her eyes and pushing past Eddie into the trailer, turning around and sitting on her couch.
Eddie closes the door and joins Stevie on the couch. “So what brings Stevie Harrington over here at this time of night? It could be dangerous out there, little lamb. Who knows what lurks in those woods?”
“Please,” Stevie scoffed, “you know I can handle myself.” Eddie, thinking of Steve’s nail bat that was no doubt still sitting in her trunk, nodded in agreement.
“I got bored and wanted to hang out with you,” Stevie says, like that should have been obvious. “I also wanted to smoke, but my stash is empty.”
“Ah, Stevie, you wound me!” Eddie cried, dramatically placing her hands over her heart, “What am I, nothing but a good time and some devils lettuce dealer to you?”
Stevie smirked and playfully punched Eddie’s arm. “Quit it,” she giggled.
Eddie conceded, going to where her stash was hidden and finding a joint she rolled earlier. She lit it and they passed it back and forth, idly chatting about the latest Hellfire campaign and gossiping about what the townspeople rent at Family Video.
After a lull in the conversation Stevie turns away from Eddie. “You still play?” Stevie asks. Eddie looks up to see her pointing at her guitar propped up in the corner.
“Sometimes. It’s kinda… well it’s different now. The band doesn’t get together as much these days. I sometimes write my own stuff… it’s not anything special…” Eddie trailed off.
“Yeah? Can you play me something?” Stevie asked.
Eddie felt her heartbeat kick up. Her music lately was well… unrefined. More of a tumultuous series of lyrics and chords trying to process the horrors she’d witnessed this past year. Not something that she would play for other people, and certainly not Stevie Harrington.
“It’s really not your thing, trust me I’ve barely written anything you could call a song,” Eddie protested.
“Please? I’ve never gotten to see a corroded coffin show. Can you just play a little bit?” Stevie pleaded. Eddie couldn’t look at her pout, the thought of Stevie genuinely wanting to hear her sing, it was too much.
She heaved a sigh, crossing the room to pick up her guitar.
Sitting down with her baby, she checked and adjusted the string tuning and thought of what to play Stevie.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll play one of my old songs. It’s really sappy, exactly what you’re into,” Eddie teased.
“Hey! I can get into metal someday. I’m a woman of hidden depths.”
“Sure, sure,” Eddie said.
Eddie bit her lip, and started to pluck out her opening solo. She was a little rusty from not playing it for a while, her fingers that were used to fast paced guitar solos now fingerpicking a simple chord progression. She cleared her throat, hoping her voice didn’t crack when she started to sing. She hoped Stevie wouldn’t think of who the song was about.
“You can’t hear the tinny radio over the sound of our voices,
Indiana sun’s burning through the windshield.
We could leave this town, find a place to settle down,
You and me, leave it be, leave the light on.
I’d come home one day, find flowers sitting in a vase,
Your lipstick on my face,
You left the light on.
They never knew what to do with a girl like me, except for you,
You found me there, you lead me here, you turned my light on.”
Eddie stumbles through the rest of the lyrics, ending with one last strum, finally meeting Stevie’s eyes. Stevie’s fond smile set Eddies stomach fluttering.
“That’s an original song?”
Eddie smirked. “Genuine Munson production.”
“Wow I’m honoured. It was so pretty.”
Eddie’s cheeks warmed at the compliment but she internally cringed, thinking of how Stevie would react if she knew Eddie wrote that song in high school after daydreaming about skipping town with Stevie in her passenger seat.
“You’re a really good guitarist. I mean I’ve only been to one concert before but yeah. You’re good.” Stevie praised. Eddie’s blush deepened.
“Thanks Stevie.” Eddie said, starting to idly pick out another riff that she was still working on.
“I’ve always thought guitarists must be good in bed, you know? You need to move your fingers so fast.” Stevie says, and causes Eddie’s brain to short circuit and she ends up playing a loud discordant note.
Chuckling, trying to play it off, Eddie says “yeah, you’re probably right. I mean, I haven’t gotten any complaints yet.”
“I wouldn’t know actually, myself. I’ve never, y’know… my boyfriends, they never actually made me come before. So.” Stevie said, sheepishly looking down. Eddie suddenly fucks up her chord progression again. She muted the strings and put her guitar down.
“No way.” Eddie scoffed. “you’re pulling my leg. The queen of Hawkins High isn’t getting good dick? You were with Tommy for what, two years? And he never?”
“Nope.” Stevie sighed. “They should have let me into the drama club with all the acting I had to do.”
Eddie chuckled. She didn’t know what to say. Granted, the boys at Hawkins High were probably not the most skilled, but Stevie had probably dated at least one guy that didn’t suck entirely, right?
“You’ve never even come close?” Eddie asked.
“Well, one time Brad Bailey was eating me out, and I almost… but then he got bored and we didn’t finish.”
Eddie felt affronted. Personally, she would never get bored and not finish a girl off, especially not Stevie fucking Harrington.
“I guess it’s just hard to get me off, whatever,” she ended.
“Nah sweetie, it’s not hard to make a girl come. You were just dating the shittiest guys that only had experience with their right hand.”
“Ok, ok, hot shot. What guys were you dating then, with all these skills?” Stevie teased. Eddie paused, a confused look flashing upon her face, then broke into a fit of giggles. Stevie looked at her quizzically.
“Oh my god Harrington!” Eddie wheezed, “You don’t know? I’m the biggest lesbian ever, no one ever told you?”
Stevie looked away sheepishly, muttering something under her breath. Eddie heard her say “Robin may have mentioned it”.
Ah yes, Robin Buckley, Stevie’s new bestie. Secretly, Eddie was a little jealous that they were such good friends. She always hoped that there was nothing going on between them. On the other hand, it comforted Eddie to know that Stevie was friends with another queer person, enough to come out to her just now.
After Eddie was done with her giggling, an awkward silence fell over them.
“So, what? Don’t tell me you’ve never had an orgasm before, because then I’d have to cry for that travesty,” Eddie teased.
“Obviously not, Munson. I can take care of myself just fine thank you.”
“Good to know,”Eddie replied, trying not to imagine just how Stevie ‘takes care’ of herself.
“So you’ve, uh, gotten girls to come before?” Stevie asked.
Eddie glanced over at Stevie, who seemed genuinely curious. She wondered how the conversation shifted here, why Stevie was asking. Had she and Robin talked about it before? Eddie tried to imagine uber straight Stevie Harrington getting filled in on gay sex from Robin Buckley. She didn’t think Robin had much experience, though, given that Eddie didn’t know of any other gay girls in Hawkins. Eddie can’t be one to talk either, a one night stand at some bar in Indiana was her only real experience.
“Yeah, I have. Once. But I wouldn’t say it’s like, super hard like you’re making it out to be,” Eddie replied.
Stevie sighed forlornly. “Maybe it’s just me then.”
Eddie wanted to shake some sense into her, silently cursing all the boys who had the privilege of being with Stevie and not worshipping the ground she walks on.
“Honey, no. It’s not you. Those boys you were with are idiots. They probably couldn’t find your clit even with a giant arrow pointing to it.” That made Stevie finally let out a huff of laughter. “Oh my god stop,” she giggled and smacked Eddie arm.
“Y’know, I could try to…?” Eddie trailed off. And oh my god? What was Eddie saying? The weed must be getting to her. No way she just asked Stevie if…
“What? What do you mean?” Stevie asked, her eyebrows doing that cute little scrunching thing again.
Eddie panicked. “Nevermind! Pretend I didn’t say that! You want to hear another song?” Eddie said, scrambling for her guitar again.
“No, I want to know if you just asked me if you can try to get me off,” Stevie said, and reached out to stop her from picking it up. Eddie stared at Stevie’s fingers gripping her forearm. Oh god. She was about to get rejected by Stevie. Eddie couldn’t handle this, not after crushing on her for so long. Well, I guess there’s no going back now, Eddie thought.
“I mean… if you’re so curious about it. The boys you were with, they wouldn’t know how to, not like I would,” Eddie said.
Stevie was still holding onto her arm, her grip tightened a little at Eddie’s reply. “Ok, Casanova. Because you’re so much better.”
“Sweetheart. I’ve had a few years of practice with my own equipment, I’m sure yours isn’t much more complicated” Eddie said smugly.
Stevie sucked in a breath. Eddie was shocked that she was reacting this way. Was this turning her on?
“Okay,” Stevie whispered.
“What?” Eddie asked.
“If you’re so sure you can, then go for it.” Stevie said sarcastically.
Eddie wouldn’t have that. “No. You gotta ask nicely princess,” Eddie said, turning closer to face Stevie. She looked right into her eyes, brushing her bangs back where they fell from her ponytail. Stevie’s gaze dropped to Eddie’s lips, and Eddie took in a sharp breath at how affected Stevie already looked. She continued “if you want me to get my mouth on you, make you feel good, then ask nice.”
Stevie huffed out an annoyed breath, but said, “Please, then? Can you please try?” And Eddie could hear the desperate edge of her voice.
Eddie surged forwards and captured Stevie in a fervent kiss. Stevie met her lips with the same urgency, leaning back onto her elbows, deepening the kiss and opening her legs for Eddie to crawl in between them. Eddie held herself up over Stevie, pushing her down until her back met the arm of the couch. She licked her way into Stevie’s mouth, drinking in the pleased sigh that left Stevie’s lips.
Eddie rucked her hand up Stevie’s back, under Stevie’s skimpy little tank top, unhooking the band of her bra and slipping the straps off her arms, both of them giggling when Eddie pulled it off and threw it over her shoulder.
Eddie pulled back from kissing Stevie to press her lips down her neck, taking in her peaked nipples under the thin fabric. Eddie pulled down her tank top until one of them poked out, continued her kisses down to the swell of her breasts. Stevie looked obscene like this, like Eddie’s personal centrefold; splayed out on the couch, skirt riding up, top riding down, her chest heaving deep breaths.
Stevie let out a loud moan when Eddie’s mouth finally circled her nipple, dusty pink and stiff under Eddie’s tongue. She laved her tongue around it, sucking gently. Stevie let out another shaky breath. “Jesus, get back up here, Munson,” Stevie said.
Eddie chuckled and returned to kissing Stevie. Crooking her knee, she pressed up into Stevie’s centre, grabbing her lower back closer so Stevie could rock up into her. Stevie let out another choked gasp. Eddie could feel the dampness where her bare thigh pressed into Stevie’s underwear.
“Look at that, already so wet for me, sweetheart,” Eddie praised.
“Oh my god. Shut up.” Stevie gasped out.
“Now now, is that how you’re going to talk to me? You know, there are better ways to shut me up,” Eddie said.
Stevie opened her eyes, and Eddie could tell she got what she meant. “Yeah. Absolutely. Let’s do that.”
Eddie giggled. “You’re so cute when you’re horny. C’mon, let’s go to my room.” Eddie reluctantly sat up, offering Stevie a hand. She pulled her to her feet and down the short hallway to Eddie’s bedroom. Eddie wished that she had cleaned recently, her bedroom currently looked like a tornado had run through it. Stevie didn’t seem to care though, she jumped up onto Eddie’s bed, turning to stare at Eddie through her lashes.
“Fuck. I could get used to seeing you in my bed, Harrington.”
“Well get up here, then. If you do this right I might need a repeat performance,” Stevie said, parting her legs. Eddie’s mouth watered at the lacy underwear peeking under Stevie’s skirt.
The metalhead crawled up Stevie’s body, rucking up her tank top until she could pull it over Stevie’s head. Eddie loved all the little moles that dotted Stevie’s chest and stomach. Her skin was marred with scrapes and scars, and Eddie wondered if she would ever get to hear the stories behind them. Eddie could never quite figure out the enigma of Stevie Harrington. She nearly died of want when she saw her wield a nail bat like she had been playing ball with demobats her whole life. Now that beautiful, brave girl was lying in her bed, looking up at Eddie with that same want written on her face. Eddie was determined to make her feel good.
Eddie sat up, reached down and peeled off her band tee, throwing it back onto the floor to join the mess of clothing. Eddie leaned back down and Stevie gasped at the contact of their bare skin. Eddie pulled her into another filthy kiss, dragging her hands down to ghost along the front of her underwear, now soaked through. Stevie let out another desperate moan when Eddie’s thumb circled her clit, pressing down over and over again.
“Eddie, don’t make me ask again,” Stevie moaned out.
Eddie conceded, kissing down her torso until she reached her parted legs. She pressed her nose into Stevie’s centre, inhaling her scent, and licked at her through the material.
“Usually if you’re going to eat a girl out, her panties have to be off. Just so you’re aware.” Steve said.
“My god Harrington, you have no patience whatsoever.”
Eddie finally peeled Stevie’s underwear down her legs, and rucked her skirt up. She was dripping wet, Eddie couldn’t resist running her tongue down into Stevie’s core, then dragging her teeth along her inner thighs.
“Fuck, you taste so good baby,” Eddie praised. Stevie let out another surprised moan, patting her legs further. Eddie thrust her tongue in a few more times, then circled it over Stevie’s clit, sucking just like she had on her nipples.
Stevie moaned loudly again, and Eddie’s thighs clenched together, desperately seeking pressure on her own throbbing clit. She could feel the wetness sliding down her legs, soaking her boxers. She reminded herself that she wasn’t here for her own pleasure, and focused her attention on making Stevie feel good.
If Stevie had any trouble cumming before, Eddie would not have guessed it. She sounded like she was losing her mind already and Eddie had barely gotten started. She pressed one finger to Stevie’s entrance, looking up to see her reaction. Stevie was watching her, a desperate sort of pleasure on her face. Eddie felt herself throb again, moaning around Stevie. She pressed her fingers in, listening to the filthy sounds filling the room.
Pulling her lips off, she watched her fingers disappear into Stevie over and over again. “Fuck, Stevie. I bet none of those boys ever made you feel like this, huh baby? Only me.” Stevie whined again. “I’m gonna have to keep you here all the time, make you cum over and over til you forget all their names.”
“Eddie, fuck, keep going. I’m close,”
Eddie continued pumping into Stevie, bending down again to circle her tongue back and forth.
Stevie let out one high gasp after another, pressing up into Eddie’s mouth over and over. She shook apart against Eddie’s tongue, and Eddie felt Steve clench around her fingers, licking her through the aftershocks. Eddie was so turned on hearing Stevie’s pleasure wash over her. She brought her free hand to her own clit, pressing down to relieve the tension.
Once Stevie calmed down, she looked down to see Eddie panting between her legs.
“Come up here, oh my god,” Stevie gasped out.
Eddie made her way up the bed, and Stevie sat up, tugging at Eddie’s boxers.
Eddie looked at her quizzically. Stevie huffed out an amused breath. “Get these off. I’m returning the favour.”
“Stevie, you don’t have to. I’m fine,” Eddie assured her.
“Stop. I’m not leaving you hanging, it sucks. Trust me, I know,” Stevie smiled.
Eddie laughed, and stood up to pull off her underwear, crawling back up the bed to Stevie, wondering how the other girl wanted her. Stevie reached down, guiding Eddie to sit down between Stevie’s parted legs. She pressed down until she was sitting on Stevie’s thigh, and Stevie planted her feet on the bed, giving her something to rock into. Stevie gazed up at Eddie, focusing all her attention on Eddie’s reactions.
“Oh.” Eddie said, blushing that Stevie wanted her like this. Heat coiled in her belly, and she thrust down onto Stevie, chasing her pleasure.
“That’s it. Good girl.” Stevie said. Eddie let out a startled gasp at the praise. She dragged her hips down harder, her own thigh pushing up to meet Stevie’s wetness. Stevie let out a gasp of her own.
Eddie watched her cheeks darken further.
Eddie dropped down til she was fully pressed against her, laying her head in the crook of her neck, and desperately rocked her hips into Stevie. She tasted the skin there, Stevie’s perfume and the salty taste of her sweat a heady mix. This close, Stevie could hear every strained breath Eddie was letting out, chasing her release.
“Does that feel good?” Stevie asked.
“So good baby. You’re so good for me.”
Eddie rocked down harder, until her clit met Stevie’s and caused both girls to gasp.
“It’s too much Ed, I can’t, not again” Stevie whined.
“That’s fine, you don’t have to. I just want to feel you princess.” Eddie said. She sat up and circled her hips over and over, gripping onto Stevie’s thigh for support. “You’re still so wet, fuck baby.” Eddie whined.
“Ah! Eddie! Don’t stop, don’t-” The metalhead looked down, shocked to see Stevie gasping, arching her back as Eddie felt her cum again.
And that’s what did it for Eddie, she let herself fall over the edge, her hips stuttering as she collapsed down onto Stevie to ride out the aftershocks.
Stevie reached up to soothe her hand up and down Eddie’s back, tender. Eddie made a promise to herself right then that she would give Stevie anything she wanted, if Stevie let her.
Eddie looked up, smiling at how debauched Stevie looked. Her makeup was a mess and her hair tie was MIA, the brown curls falling everywhere. Eddie thought Stevie had never looked more beautiful.
“So? How was that? Need any more proof that you aren’t the problem?” Eddie asked, smug.
“Actually, Munson, I do. Maybe I should come over again tomorrow?” Stevie asked, her teasing not hiding the vulnerability behind her question.
“Come over tomorrow? Aw, it’s funny that you think I’m letting you leave. Nah, you’re sleeping here tonight,” Eddie decides.
“Okay,” Stevie replies, tugging Eddie closer, both girls falling asleep tangled in Eddies messy sheets.