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Hawkins High AV Club - October 1959.
It was 3:34 PM and Joyce was ready to storm out.
Of course he was late, of course. Why did she ever think she could trust that dick to do anything, even something as simple as showing up on time?
She was pacing up and down the empty back room, her boots squeaking a little on the polished floor. Joyce knew this wasn’t helping, the repetitive marching up and down was just making her more pissed off, but it was the only thing she could think to do.
She didn’t want to sit down, that was for certain. There was only one chair in here, at the little desk in the centre that was currently loaded down with old radio equipment, transponders and transceivers and probably a dozen other gadgets starting with t that she had no idea about. This was Bob’s domain, his oasis of nerdiness amidst the meathead kingdom of Hawkins High. His sanctuary. And she was violating it.
Not by her presence, Bob would probably have loved nothing more than to have her in his little clubroom, where he could ramble to her about his radio show and his records and how he put it all together. No, it wasn’t her. It was who else she had invited to this place.
God, what was keeping him so long? If this took any longer, Lonnie was going to get suspicious, and when he got suspicious, that usually led to him getting mad, and she could not deal with all his whining right now, not when she had this play to put together-
“Screw it”. She huffed, turning on her heel and heading for the door. This was such a stupid idea anyway.
She was just reaching out for the handle when it suddenly swung open, and sent her stumbling back, with a hissed out, “Jesus!”
“Woah, going somewhere, Joyce?”
And there it was, at last, that unbearably smug voice she’d been waiting the past twenty minutes for.
If Hawkins High was a kingdom of bullish jocks, then here was their king. Danny Harrington strode into the classroom like he owned it. Joyce’s eyes went straight to his hair, styled to within an inch of its life as per usual. God, he probably had a whole closet at home dedicated solely to storing all the gel he needed to keep that pompadour maintained.
“What the hell took you so long?” She snapped, crossing her arms tight across her chest.
“Ted wanted to go over our game plan for next Friday”. Danny casually threw his satchel onto the desk’s chair and looked to her. A smirk tugged at his lips when he saw her face. “What, were you worried about me?”
“Oh, you wish”. Joyce scoffed. “I just don’t like having my time wasted, Harrington, because unlike you, I’ve actually got more important things to do than discuss the best way to carry a ball across a field”.
“Oh, that so?” He raised an eyebrow, before chuckling. “See, that’s kind of funny because I seem to remember you slipping this…”
He reached into the pocket of his varsity jacket, pulling from it a crumpled up little note. He didn’t need to unfold it. Joyce already knew what it said. AV Club 3:10 Meet Me, in the scrawly handwriting her mom used to chide her for.
Danny held it up, looking like the cat who’d got the canary. “Into my locker. So, how’s that work out?”
And for once, Joyce found she had no answer. All she could do was stand there and stammer and get increasingly red in the face, until all she can manage is to bark. “Oh, screw you, Danny!”
That just made him laugh though, as he closed the distance between them and loomed over her, staring right down into her eyes. Joyce glared straight back, her mouth set in a determined frown. There was no way she was backing down from this, from him. His breath tickled across her face, and from this close, she could see how his eyes weren’t wholly blue, there was some green mixed in too. Like a stormy sea.
His next words left his mouth in a low murmur. “Isn’t that your job?”
She kissed him. To shut him up, was what she told herself later. In the moment though, she simply basked in the sudden rushing heat of pressing her lips against his and barrelling her tongue into his mouth. Her hands reached up and grabbed at his jacket, gripping it tight, as she pushed her chest into his, like she was trying to overpower him.
Danny didn’t stumble back or even make a noise of surprise though. Instead, his own hands went around and pressed into her back, while he leaned into their kiss, his tongue starting to wrestle with her own eagerly. The only sound he made was a low moan when she sucked on his bottom lip.
They’d been… this, whatever this was, for a little over a month. Since a warm August night, in the alleyway behind Melvald’s. There’d been a party, one last indulgence in the freedom of summer before they were all dragged back into the clutches of the education system. Hopper had stolen a bottle of his dad’s liquor and been very generous in sharing it around. Joyce wasn’t sure how many bourbon milkshakes she’d had, but by the end of the night she was stumbling out the back of the diner, jonesing for a cigarette.
And whilst there, she’d run smack dab into Danny, nursing a bruising cheek, courtesy of Karen Childress. Apparently, he’d been unaware she’d recently taken up with Ted Wheeler, his own teammate, and when he’d tried to lay on his “charms”, she’d given him a slap that could have knocked out a bull. Joyce, naturally, had laughed until her lungs hurt after hearing that. In turn, he’d replied that he was surprised she hadn’t gotten to Ted first, considering all the rumours about her. About what an easy ride she apparently was.
And, well, she couldn’t just let that slide. She’d stomped out her cigarette, got in his face and started yelling, and he started yelling right back. Somewhere in the middle of all of that noise, his hands had gone to her waist, hers had grabbed at the back of his head, and before either of them really understood what was happening, their mouths were locked together, and their tongues were engaged in a wet and sloppy battle. That had then swiftly turned into Joyce leaning over a dumpster, wrenching her overalls down, hearing the clack of Danny undoing his belt behind her…
The night got pretty hazy after that.
They weren’t a couple, both of them had been very firm about that. Truth be told, they couldn’t stand each other. And not in a playful way, like she (reluctantly) had with Hopper. No, even just being in the same room as the smug son of a bitch made Joyce’s skin crawl. And Danny had made it clear he couldn’t stand how “whiny” and “preachy” she was. Honestly, if they never saw each other again after they graduated, it’d be too soon.
That didn’t change the fact that he fucked her better than Lonnie ever could.
They broke the kiss with a smack, both their faces flushed. Joyce sucked in a shaky breath, letting the taste of him settle on her tongue… before grimacing. “Your breath’s weird”.
Danny just laughed. “That’s Yvette’s fault, all that weird gum she chews”.
She scoffed. “Seriously? You’re talking about your girlfriend right now?”
“What, you jealous?” He smirked knowingly, sliding his hands down to her hips, squeezing them lightly.
Joyce rolled her eyes. “Fuck off. I just wasn’t expecting to taste Yvette Cooper’s spit today”.
“You like it?” There was a gleam in his eye now, one that sent a rumble of revulsion through her gut and a tremble of anticipation between her legs. “I always thought you might be one of them, you know, at least until you got with Byers. Stomping around in your dad’s old work boots, always giving the stink eye to every guy that came near you. We actually took bets on it in the locker room, whether you’d end up being a dy-”
She shoved him away, hard, making him stumble back against Bob’s desk. That smirk was finally gone, and there was a hint of nervousness on his face. Joyce savoured his expression, but only for a second, before she swiftly dropped down onto her knees in front of him and reached up for his belt. She heard him let out a shaky breath of relief, and now it was her turn to smirk. “I scare you, Harrington?”
To her surprise, he gave a little nod. “Can you blame me? I heard what you did to Walter”.
“Oh yeah?” The metal of his belt buckle was cold in her hands and came undone with a clink. She took the zipper between her fingers and began to pull it down with an aching slowness, as she looked up into those stormy sea eyes of his. “What exactly did I do, Danny?”
“He said…” Danny sucked in a sharp breath when his zipper reached the bottom, and her thumbs hooked into the waistband of his jeans and his boxers underneath. This was always one of her favourite parts. One of the only times his whole cocksure shtick really cracked, when the anticipation, the pure need overpowered everything else, even something as massive as his ego. As she started to pull his pants down, he spoke in a voice he was trying to keep steady. “You threatened to chop his dick off with an axe after he tried making a move on you last week”.
Joyce laughed, a full, throaty chuckle. “Oh yeah, I remember that. Fucking Henderson…”
As Joyce finished lowering his jeans down around his thighs, Danny’s cock finally made its entrance, bouncing free of his underwear and swaying just inches from her face. It was already achingly hard, a slight tang of sweat wafting from it and tickling her nose. Just like his hair, his face and his luck with the ladies, Danny Harrington was also annoyingly gifted when it came to the size of his dick. He wasn’t monstrously huge or anything, but he was easily several inches bigger than Lonnie, and thicker too, with several long veins snaking across the dark shaft up to the wrinkled tip of his foreskin. His balls were round and plump, decorated with sparse, fuzzy hairs.
Joyce’s eyes roved over it for several moments, unconsciously licking her lips, and drawing a chuckle from him. “You miss it?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, pal”. She snarked back, but her voice was soft and low, her gaze intense as she leaned in closer, until her lips were just barely scraping the tip. She could see a little bead of pre-cum, already crowning it. Her tongue ached to lick it off. “That wasn’t all I said, you know”.
“W-What?” Danny huffed, his expression flashing with impatience, his pretty boy cheeks flushed a deep red.
“To Walter. It wasn’t just his tiny dick I was gonna chop off”. Joyce grinned. “It was his balls too”.
With that, she quickly leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. It slid between her lips and down deeper with ease, only the tiniest gag hitching through her when the tip smacked against the back of her throat. Her tongue immediately went to work, writhing and twisting around his shaft as she swallowed it down, tracing across those twisting veins and slathering it with her spit.
Instantly, Danny was clutching at her head, his fingers running through her hair and gripping the brown locks to steady himself, a long groan escaping his lips as he felt his cock sink into the warm, wet confines of her throat. He hissed, through gritted teeth. “Shit, Joyce…”
She hummed in return, closing her eyes as she felt her throat being gently stretched to accommodate his girth, inch by veiny inch slipping deeper… Until she finally felt her nose push into the thatch of brown curls at his base and her chin press against his balls. It had taken her a little while to be able to do this, but eventually, after much gagging and retching and learning to relax herself, she could take his whole piece with ease. He’d given her a little pat on the head the first time around, until she’d lightly pressed her teeth into his sensitive flesh, just as little reminder.
That lesson stuck too, as the only thing his hands did now was stroke gently through her hair. He gave a hard grunt as she started to bob her head, sliding his throbbing cock in and out of her mouth, spreading her saliva across his length until it was entirely covered in a thick layer of the stuff. Danny’s voice came through clenched teeth. “Yeah, that’s it, just… Use your tongue a little more, just…”
Oh, he was giving her orders now? She must have missed the part where she became one of his vapid arm candy girlfriends. Joyce paused mid-bob, his cock hanging halfway out of her mouth, dripping long strands of spit onto the floor as she glared up at him. He was looking at her, his brow furrowed and gaze narrowed… but then her fingers curled around his balls and his eyes widened so wide so fast that Joyce couldn’t help but laugh around his dick.
She squeezed them, not hard enough to hurt but still more pressure than was comfortable. Danny lets out a short sharp breath, and he’s glaring at her, his eyes alight with equal parts anger and consternation. If her lips weren’t so occupied, Joyce would’ve flashed him the most infuriating of smirks. Instead, she started to bob her head again, faster now, sliding her mouth up and down his cock. The sound of her throat being stretched filled the room, wet gags and quiet groans and the occasional hick as he hit her gag reflex.
Joyce maintained her eye contact with him the whole time, staring hard, daring him to try something. Her fingers were still clasped around his balls, squeezing them every couple of seconds. She liked the way his jaw stiffened and the way his dick gave a little twitch. She could tell he wasn’t used to this, to being the one getting toyed with and teased. But the worst part had to be that she was the one doing it. Joyce Maldanodo, the sarcastic, pretentious loner who half those dopes on the football team didn’t even look at twice.
And yet here was their captain, having to brace himself against the desk as she slid his length out of her throat until only the head remained. She suddenly outstretched her tongue, and balanced the end of his cock atop it, letting him see the way his pre-cum dribbled out from the tip and trickled down into the dark pink depths of her throat. All while she looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded, her gaze smouldering and daring.
And God help her, Danny took the bait.
Those hands in her hand tightened and he suddenly wrenched her head back sharply. The rest of his cock left her mouth with a wet pop and her hand instinctively let go of his balls. She didn’t struggle though. She just glared at him, teeth clenched.
“You’re real nasty, you know that?” He spat down at her, his voice tight, before letting out a harsh, sarcastic laugh. “It’s no wonder that loser Byers likes you so much”.
Joyce didn’t respond for a few seconds and when she did, it wasn’t to defend her boyfriend. “It’s why you like me so much, right, Harrington?”
They both stared at each other for a long hard moment, the only sound in the room the sharp inhale of breath. Finally, Danny whispered just two words, as his fingers tightened their hold on her hair. “You bitch”.
Joyce was suddenly pulled to her feet, hissing lightly at the pain of having her hair yanked. He shoved her back against the desk, the impact juddering the whole thing, sending a few of Bob’s trinkets to the floor, not that she cared right now. Danny faced her, his eyes dark, his lips set in a determined frown, his cock still ragingly hard and dripping with her spit.
His hands grabbed at the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, practically wrenching it over her head before being tossed into a corner. His eyes instantly fell on her chest, barely contained behind a white bra. This time, it was Danny’s turn to lick his lips, his gaze hot enough to burn straight through the elastic and silk. It was a look that Joyce had gotten used to seeing on him, whenever they did this.
If there was one thing she could say he would miss her for after high school, it would be her chest. Joyce wasn’t blind, she knew she had big tits. Maybe the biggest in the whole school. They were definitely bigger than Yvette’s.
She grasped both her breasts and squeezed them even more together, creating a deep, dark cleavage that Danny stared at hard enough to hurt. Joyce pouted her lips and asked in a babying voice. “You miss them?”
Having his own words thrown back in his face obviously didn’t sit right with Danny, as his expression hardened, before his eyes slid up her back, going straight for her bra. He fiddled around with it for a second… then a few more seconds… which stretched into a whole minute. Joyce’s eyebrows raised higher and higher with each passing moment, before she let out a splutter of laughter.
“Seriously? All those girlfriends and you still don’t know how to undo a bra?”
“It’s not the bras I’m interested in, it’s what’s underneath”. He shot back.
Joyce gave an irritated huff and gave him a little shove, before reaching around and undoing the clip herself. The instant the straps were loosened, Danny was on her, practically ripping the thing off her shoulders, so hard and fast she snapped at him. “Hey, watch it! That’s new!”
He didn’t give a shit of course; he just threw it aside like her shirt. For a moment, he just stared at Joyce’s tits, now free and in the open air, taking them in, sitting heavy but perkily on her chest, her nipples a light pink and already stiff and hard. She could practically see all the thoughts whizzing around his little brain. How goddamn ridiculous it was that a girl like her had boobs this big, this plump, this perfect, just for her to reserve them solely for the wannabe James Dean asshole that was Lonnie Byers.
A guy who had no idea how to handle these things, who’d never be able to appreciate them like they should be, just like he’d never be able to appreciate her like she should be. He’d just take for granted that she’d let him squeeze and fondle them when he wanted, let him see them every morning and every night, and that she’d hide them away from all those hungry eyed guys she went to school with. Guys who might actually know how to give her what she needed. Guys who knew just how fucking lucky they were to even look at her like this.
Guys like Danny Harrington.
(Okay, maybe that was some of her own thoughts too.)
Danny’s hands reached out and cupped her tits, his fingers sinking into her soft skin, feeling their weight. He swiped a thumb across her nipple, and grinned when he felt her tremble. “You like that, huh?”
“Just shut up and suck on them already, you dick”.
He let out a single chuckle, before he ducked his head down and did as she wished. His lips latched onto her right nipple, closing around the hard peak and immediately washing his tongue around the pebbled flesh. A sharp tingle of pleasure went through Joyce, right down to her core, vocalised by a quiet moan that she just knew he was going to hold over her head later.
For now, though, Danny was focused on suckling hard on her tit, like a baby at its mother’s. His tongue flicked across the sensitive, pert nub, each swipe sending more tremors through her belly, the wet sounds of his sucking filling her ears as she tipped her head back and just basked in the sensation. When he pulled away, popping her nipple out of his mouth with a pop, and her breast bounced with the movement, she saw it was literally slathered in his spit.
As he took her other nipple into his mouth, his cheeks concaving with the force of his suckling, Danny’s hands started to slide away from her hips. One went behind and grabbed hold of an ass cheek, squeezing it roughly through her jeans, making her give a surprised groan. His other went higher and slipped beneath her waistband.
Joyce felt his fingers press against the front of her underwear, and a small hiss passed through her clenched teeth, her core roiling in anticipation. She was already so wet, she could feel her panties clinging to her slit like a second skin. She blamed the wait for that. She’d had nothing else to do besides pace around, get angry and fantasize about what would happen when he finally got there and, well, Joyce had always prided herself on being able to multi-task.
Danny’s fingers inched lower, through her brown curls, and finally slid across the slick dampness of her crotch. The moment he did, he spat her nipple out and laughed. “Jeez, you really have missed me, Joyce”.
She struggled to keep her voice steady. “D-Don’t… flatter yourself, Harrington. You’re just… stress relief, that’s all”.
And that really was all this little arrangement was. Some people knitted, some listened to music, if you were Bob Newby you played at being Indiana’s hottest new DJ. And for her, she fucked Danny Harrington. Because she was stressed, no matter how well she hid it behind a thick veil of sarcasm and rolled eyes.
She was stressed because Lonnie was still refusing to get a job and their bills were piling up more by the day (and the fact she had bills to pay at 17 was bad enough). She was stressed because she still couldn’t put a name to what she felt around Hopper, how he could make butterflies explode in her stomach one moment and then make her want to slap him in the face the next. She was stressed because she was terrified of ending up stuck in this evil little town for the rest of her life.
It was all so much. Too much.
But this, this was simple, and all Joyce Maldonado craved right now was simple.
She needed this. She needed Danny.
“Fuck me”. The words left her mouth in a whisper, so low he didn’t hear her at first. He was starting to rub his fingers across that damp patch and she needed more, right now. So, she repeated herself, louder this time, her voice slightly hoarse. “Fuck me!”
Danny’s fingers froze, but only for a second before they started rubbing again, a bit harder now, really pressing between her slit, enough that there was a barely audible squelch. “Oh yeah? What do you want me to do, Joyce?”
“Harrington-”
“You gonna say that again for me, Joyce?” She could hear it just in his voice, just how much he was relishing this.
She huffed. “Danny, I swear to God, I’ll-”
“You’ll what, Joyce? Gonna storm off, when you’re still so wet? You gonna go back to your boyfriend’s crummy little house and let him screw you?” Danny’s smirk was infuriating and electrifying. “Because you know, you’ll just be thinking of me the whole time…”
“Danny”. She spat his name between gritted teeth. “Please”.
And for once, King Harrington had mercy. He slid his hand out of her pants, but only to unbutton and unzip them, before gripping her hips and turning her around towards the desk. Instinctively, Joyce bent over, sticking her ass out towards him and sweeping aside textbooks and circuitry that Bob had left there. She should have felt bad treating his stuff so poorly, all this delicate equipment he treated like his baby. But as she heard Danny’s laugh behind her, and felt his hand lightly swat her rear, she found she just couldn’t give a shit right now.
He pulled her jeans down to her knees, and stroked a thumb across her ass cheeks, through the white cotton of her panties. “You couldn’t have dressed up a little hotter for me, Joyce? Where’d you get these, your grandma’s closet?”
“I thought you didn’t care about clothes, just what’s underneath?” She asked back, her voice heated and rough.
“Yeah, but I still like my girls to look good for me”. He hooked his thumbs into her waistband as her own fingers curled into fists.
“I am not your girl”. The venom in her voice could have killed an elephant.
“Oh sure, not like… officially. We’re never gonna share a milkshake or go bowling together, but ah…” He slid her underwear down, and Joyce felt the cool air graze across her ass, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin. She was almost entirely naked now, her body laid bare and on display. She heard Danny let out a long breath, like he was trying to… hold himself back. The thrill that sent through her was both exhilarating and humiliating, and she couldn’t tell which was worse.
Danny placed a hand on her ass cheek, squeezing it and feeling her meat between his fingers. While she wasn’t as “gifted” by genetics down there as she was with her tits, her ass was still round and juicy, and the grunt Danny let out as he groped it was deep and guttural. Joyce took a sharp breath as she felt the tip of his cock finally press against her soaked folds. Danny gripped her hips then, holding her in place, his voice rough. “But you know you’re never gonna get this with another guy, right?”
And with a press of his hips, he sank into her.
A staggered, hitching gasp left Joyce’s throat as she braced herself against the desk, the feeling of Danny’s cock pushing into her overwhelming at first. That first time in the alleyway, with the smell of cigarette smoke and garbage tickling her nose and the sound of Buddy Holly echoing from Melvald’s, she thought he was going to split her in half at first. Now, she was a little more used to how much of him there was, but that didn’t stop the feeling of getting stretched and filled from taking her breath away.
She heard Danny let out a groan as his dick settled inside her, and for a few precious moments he just basked in feeling the warm wetness of her insides squeezing around his length. Joyce heard him breathing, hot and heavy. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s it…”
He drew himself back, his cock sliding from her a little, before he roughly slammed it back inside, making her whole body rock forward and making her gasp sharply. “God, you’re tight... You been keeping yourself tight for me, Joyce? How long’s it been since Byers even got to look at you like this?”
Two weeks, and even that had only been because he’d barged in while she was getting ready for a shower. She had shoved him out the bathroom before he could press anything more than a sloppy kiss on her though. Lonnie had called her a frigid bitch through the door and then gone out and gotten so drunk he’d ended up spending the night in the Hawkins police station.
Joyce didn’t tell Danny any of that though. She just growled. “Fuck you”
He just laughed as hands tightened their grip on her hips. “You got it”.
He rocked himself back and started to thrust, in and out of her, each pump strong and solid, driving his cock into her pussy in a steady, powerful rhythm. Joyce’s hands grabbed at the edges of the desk, her fingers clamping down around the wood, as she felt the pulse of pleasure that went through her body every time his hips met her ass, the moist clap of their sweat slick skin filling the room and echoing in her ears.
She tried to stay quiet, tried to limit the sounds she made to just quiet groans from between clenched teeth. As good as this felt, the thought of giving him the satisfaction of making her go all whiny and mewling was just too horrifying to bare. But then his hands started to move, one sliding up higher towards her tits, hanging and swaying heavily beneath her. Those stupid fingers of his found a nipple and pinched gently, before lightly twisting it, sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through her core.
And if that wasn’t enough, his other hand went lower, down between her thighs… right to that little, aching nub. Of course, he also had to be one of the few guys who knew that existed. She was pretty sure Lonnie thought the clitoris was the name of a venereal disease.
Danny stroked across her wetness, his digits brushing against her clit and instantly sending a rumble through her nerves. This tickling of pleasure only got more intense as he took her nub more firmly between his fingers, squeezing it softly with an aching delicateness. That made Joyce’s knees quiver, and briefly her stomach lurched with fear at the thought she was going to faceplant on Bob’s desk right that second.
She managed to find the strength to hold on though, even as a dramatic shudder wracked her body and a ragged moan escaped her lips. Danny’s laughter tickled across her back. “What did I tell you, Joyce? You’re never…”
He gave a hard thrust into her, and Joyce’s pussy clenched around him. “Ever…”
His finger flicked against her clit and her shoulders hunched, another moan barely held back. “Gonna be feeling this from another guy… You know that, right?”
He let out a shaky breath, his shoulders hunching, his forehead almost meeting her sweaty shoulder blades as he bent over her. For a few moments, the only sound was the smack of their bodies meeting, and his grunts as he drove his cock deeper inside of her. But then Joyce replied, in a voice she was trying hard to keep steady. “Y-Yeah, I know… And no other girl’s pussy is going to make you cum like mine… Looks like we’re even, Harrington…”
With that final spit of his name, Joyce pressed herself back into his thrusts, her ass meeting him halfway and jiggling wildly as his hips slammed into her. A powerful, completely uncontrolled moan tore its way from Danny’s throat and wiped that stupidly handsome grin off his face. And that single moment, that total loss of control, finally seemed to snap something in him.
All the teasing, the whispered words, the slow but steady pace, all of it vanished in an instant, replaced by a raw, visceral need to fuck her. His hips began to pick up their pace, his cock thrusting in and out of her squelching cunt faster and harder with every passing second. Those long, nimble fingers went to work again, groping and squeezing her swaying tits, swirling and twisting her achingly hard nipples. The hand between her legs, the one that hadn’t stopped tweaking and playing with her clit this whole time, became frantic in its rubbing, each stroke of his fingers sending waves of pleasures rippling outwards from her core.
His breath was ragged and hot against her back, clinging to her skin like the sweat already plastering her. He was groaning and grunting, any more cocky words lost to the need. Joyce was the same. She’d thrown away her earlier reservations, her pride around him. Who gave a shit when it felt this good? The moans came thick and fast, getting whinier and higher pitched with every new thrust he made inside her. Ten, twenty minutes ago, it would have been mortifying. Now? It actually felt liberating, just making as much noise as she liked, filling the little clubroom with the sounds of pure, unbridled sex.
Joyce didn’t know how long they were at it for. It must have been minutes, felt like seconds and should have been hours. But the pleasure was getting too much, drowning all her other senses beneath its tide. She could feel it, hurtling closer and closer, driving her more to the edge with every passing second. Danny seemed the same. The hand on her tits and the one pressed to her crotch had both become sloppy and uncoordinated, just frantic groping and frenzied stroking.
The rapid-fire slap-slap-slap of his cock burying itself into her dripping twat mingled with their panting moans, creating a wall of carnal sound that flooded their brains and drove them on. Harder, faster, messier, on and on until, finally, Joyce reached that precipice… and gladly tumbled straight over it.
“O-Oh, God...” Any more words died in her throat as the most powerful moan yet erupted from Joyce’s lips. Her pussy squeezed and clenched around his cock, milking it for every last drop of pleasure left, and there was a distinctive pitter-patter on the tiles below as Danny’s fingers were splattered with the reward for all their hard work.
Maybe that was what pushed Danny over the edge too. Or maybe it was the way her cunt was convulsing around his hard, twitching dick. Whatever it was, he let out a grunt that quickly turned a little whiny, his hips shifting in a way that buried his cock as deep inside her as possible. And like a bucket of icy water suddenly being topped over her head, Joyce thought for one horrifying second that he was actually going to cum inside her.
No, no, no, no, no she could not have Danny Harrington’s spawn growing inside her. She was not a mom, she was not a teen bride, and she was not getting stuck in this stupid fucking town because of him-
But then just as quickly, he pulled himself out, flopping his wet, throbbing cock between her ass cheeks. Suddenly, Joyce felt something warm and sticky splatter across her back, dripping down across her sweaty skin, with Danny moaning his way through the entire thing.
The silence that followed was delicate and drawn out, the only sounds shared between them quiet, panting breaths. The air was warm and moist, and she felt like her heart was about to hammer straight through her chest. She was the first to speak, her voice soft, a little wobbly. “T-That was way too close…”
“Yeah, sorry”. Danny said breathily, sliding his softening dick off of her. “Got a little excited, I guess”.
She huffed at the casual apology. Of course he saw it as no big deal. It’s not like he would be the one who would have lug it around for nine months and put up with a bunch of judgemental stares from the local gossipy old bitches for being 17 and already pregnant.
Joyce reached into a drawer where she knew Bob kept a box of spare tissues. She pulled out a few and started wiping her back clean, grimacing a little how thick his seed was. Once she was sure she was mostly cleaned up, she tossed the crumpled-up ball into the waste basket and sent a quick prayer that the janitor didn’t look too closely at it later.
By then, Danny had tucked himself back into his jeans and slumped back into Bob’s swivel chair. He watched as she pulled her underwear and pants back up, pouting a little as her ass was once again hidden from view. As she bent down to pick up her bra though, he spoke up, a lilt to his voice. “Hey, you just gonna leave right away? Don’t you want to cuddle a little?”
He was teasing her, of course. Joyce knew that. Which is why she took a deep breath through her nose, closed her eyes… And then turned, strode up to him and sat down across his lap. Danny instantly let out a yelp of surprise, his eyes bugging out as she wrapped her arms around his neck. For a second, Joyce thought he might push her off.
After all, it was one thing to fuck her bent over a desk or swap spit with her in a heated make out. That was just lust and heat and chemicals. This was… intimate. Some might even call it romantic, if they were really schmaltzy. And she was only doing this to wipe that stupid grin off his face anyway. She wouldn’t blame him if he just got annoyed and shoved her away.
But instead, he curled an arm around her waist, and put his other hand on her legs, shifting a little how he sat to bring her in closer. Joyce’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as he looked into them, saying in a soft voice. “That okay?”
She gave a barely perceptible nod. “Uh, yeah…”
They sat like that, together, for several long, lingering minutes, just letting the sweat cool on their bodies. Danny’s hair was still, somehow, gelled to perfection, and Joyce was tempted to just ruffle her hand through it. She could already imagine how annoyed he’d get. The sound of him laughing softly distracted her though. “What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking…” He squeezed her hip, his eyes drifting down across her naked breasts, her nipples still pert and gleaming with his spit. “How funny it’d be if Newby walked in here right now. If he saw you here, like this… With me…”
And there it was. It always came back around to him being an asshole.
Joyce knew she probably should have stood up with a huff, put on the rest of her clothes and stormed out of there. Maybe slap him in the face and tell him that Bob Newby might have been a dork, but he was twice the guy he’d ever be.
But… his lap was comfortable, and she was tired. There’d be time to tear him a new one later. For now, she merely took his chin between her thumb and forefinger, making him meet her gaze as she gave him her sweetest smile. He looked a little weirded out by that, but that cocky smirk was still ever-present as she spoke. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to tell you. I saw Yvette the other day, at the drive-in…”
“You say hi? Ask her for some tips?” He raised a playful eyebrow. Her smile didn’t dip.
“Nah, she was kind of busy, on account of Hopper having her legs hooked over his shoulders”. She laughed quietly. “I didn’t even know his dad’s car had room for those kinds of moves”.
Danny’s pretty pink lips dropped into an open-mouthed gape, his eyes wide and boggling. He was just about to start some frankly hypocritical babbling, but Joyce swallowed the words as she pressed another kiss to his lips.
God, if only she’d taken up knitting.