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Eddie was at that club the funny girl from the band had told him about. The girl with the trumpet and blonde, messy curls that seemed to know some joke Eddie didn't know. Eddie hated that feeling, he was slow at class but just because he found everything interesting except for what his teachers wanted him to learn.
Fuck it, Eddie wanted to know what that band nerd girl knew, so he took his old van and drove to Indianapolis.
Old Soho was the name of the club, and Eddie was drinking champagne for the first time of his life. It was that kind of club and, honestly, it tasted just like coca cola to him, but whatever, it was fancy . Eddie felt naked without his leather jacket and denim battle vest, but he was hoping to get laid that night so he himself was opting for fancy , too. White shirt with the first buttons open and tight dark jeans.
There was where he met her. Tall, light brown middle length soft hair, and fuck, beautiful as Aphrodite or something, with broad, bare naked shoulders decorated with moles and freckles, cut by the thin strips of her black dress, a velvety piece of fabric that clinged sinfully to her body.
She hadn’t a full chest but the cleavage wasn’t even calling for Eddie’s attention, the guy unable to tear his eyes from that beautiful face. Her jaw wasn’t as fragile as the other girls’ Eddie used to see at school, but these girls never got his attention at all. And her lips? Full and flush and bright under the neon lights of the club, soft pink gloss making them so enticing that Eddie wanted to kiss her immediately.
He wanted to bite those lips, lick them clean from that gloss that smelled like candy cotton and was making his head all fuzzy. That was new for Eddie.
Eddie had never kissed a girl before, not because he didn't want to, he didn’t need much to get invested. Fuck, he was so easily turned on, just a slight breeze and there he was, sporting a hard on able to hold a wet towel with no effort.
No, Eddie wanted to, just… he never had met a girl who he wanted to kiss or go further. Even with all these cute cheerleaders and their short, flowing skirts.
But there he was now, in front of this goddess with Bette Davis’ eyes that was fluttering her eyelashes to him. Flirting with him, Jesus Christ.
She just walked elegantly and effortlessly to him and sat on the side stool on the bar, one of her dress stips falling from that shoulder Eddie wanted to mark with his teeth so fucking badly, and she asked him if he was here alone.
“Y-yeah,” Eddie stuttered. “Just having a drink… I could invite you, if you wanted, t-to drink with me or whatever…”
Smooth , Eddie. Fuck. Being twenty one and virgin just made him unable to talk to pretty women, it seemed. Thankfully, the beauty by his side giggled, eyes crinkling softly at the edges, smudged with kohl.
“I’d rather dance with you first, if that’s ok, darling ,” the girl answered, smiling openly just for Eddie. She couldn’t be older than Eddie; actually, Eddie wondered if all that makeup hid the real age of her. Fuck, maybe she was younger than Eddie. A shiver ran down the guy’s spine, what if she used a fake ID to enter this club? That was not uncommon at all, but the whole scene was so fucking metal for Eddie, to find this girl in such a clandestine way, this girl who Eddie was sure was going to become his muse from now on.
“W-what's your name?” Eddie had to ask, needing to know the name of the love of his life. What? He was a musician and a romantic, he can be a bit over dramatic when he was sure he was going to put an end to his sexless life.
Aphrodite herself leaned in, closing the distance between them so she could brush Eddie’s earlobe with her lips, making him swallow dry, his jeans tightening shamefully in his groin area, suddenly turned on. And with a soft, gravelly low voice she whispered her name right in Eddie’s ear.
“You can call me Stevie .”
Stevie , fuck. Eddie’s body shivered when her broad hand found home in Eddie’s thigh.
“I’m Eddie,” he mumbled, right hand gripping the edge of the bar, fearing he’ll fall since his head was spinning wildly, Stevie’s fruity perfume filling his nostrils at this distance.
“Well, Eddie, do you wanna dance?” Sevie asked him, nuzzling his earlobe with the tip of her nose.
He knew the moment he stood up Stevie would see the prominent tent in his jeans, and he just could only pray to not embarrass himself the moment they started to dance, but how could Eddie say no to his sweet Stevie?
So he nodded, gulping, and Stevie took his hand, leading him to the dance floor, hips swaying sinfully and claiming what remained of Eddie’s focus, eyes fixated on how the velvet fabric stretched over - Jesus Christ - Stevie’s round and perfect ass. Maybe it was true that heels helped to make women's legs better, with no doubt the movement of Stevie's legs and ass were hypnotizing Eddie, who was trailing behind Stevie with his mouth open and not believing his luck.
Stevie looked over her shoulder, straightening the string of her dress over her shoulder and took her chance to wink at Eddie, taking on the way he was staring at her body and making him blush. It was worth it because Stevie giggled again, shaking her head to wiggle her hair.
Eddie was doomed when Stevie stopped them at the center of the dance floor and turned so they were face to face, guiding Eddie’s hands to her body while she swayed from side to side drawing circles with her hips while Eddie gripped her thin waist, feeling the warm velvet underneath his palms, fingers digging just to feel the toned muscles there. Stevie grinned at him, hands resting for a second over Eddie's chest before wandering upwards, stroking Eddie's shoulders and tugging at his shirt's flaps and flushing their bodies together in a fluid motion.
Stevie's body was solid and warm and real against Eddie's, her movements forcing Eddie to dance with her. It wasn't elegant, just their bodies pressed tight, there was no way Stevie couldn't feel his very obvious erection rutting against her. Eddie would never remember the song that was playing then, only the mischievous look Stevie was giving him, biting her lower lip and moving her hands again so she could tangle her fingers in Eddie's longer hair.
While swaying and rutting shamelessly together, some little voice at the back of Eddie's mind noticed that something was off. The poor boy was too aroused to think properly, his hard cock throbbing and leaking profusely, ruining his boxers, needing to feel more of Stevie.
And yet, that voice kept warning him to stay alert about Stevie. About how odd it was that she moved like a girl but her voice was low and rumbling, like a guy's. Eddie shrugged it all away when Stevie catched him staring at her pink lips.
"You can kiss me if you want, Eddie," Stevie cooed, smiling, suddenly shy, as if she weren't expecting Eddie to actually want to kiss her. As if it wasn't what Eddie has been wanting to do since they met at the bar.
Eddie didn't doubt and leaned in, claiming those enticing half parted lips, tongue prodding to explore the inside of Stevie's mouth. He let out an embarrassing whine when Stevie's tongue met his own, making them slide against the other, sharing spit and tasting like champagne, bubbly and sweet - just like coca cola.
Stevie's arms wrapped around Eddie's torso, squishing him almost painfully, the girl letting out her passion. Eddie, distantly, thought about how lanky and thin he was compared to Stevie, and once again he asked himself how a girl like Stevie deemed him good enough to share this moment with him.
They kept dancing and kissing and drinking until Stevie declared she was tired, heels killing her. Eddie was on a cloud, using all his self control to not cream his boxers, really hoping for this night to become even more special, so he trailed after Stevie as if he were a well trained puppy, heart shaped eyes following every little movement Stevie did, every time she passed a hand through her soft, dampened hair.
Eddie just wanted to touch her, to keep kissing her as long as Stevie wanted him to.
Stevie let herself fall on a low settee, red fake leather crumbling under her weight, and she tugged at Eddie's hand until he ended on her lap, her strong arms wrapping possessively around his middle.
Eddie gasped at the sudden action, her muscled thighs holding his own weight easily, but never cared anymore because he had Stevie's shoulder just right there, the string once again out of place and leaving a whole constellation of moles free for Eddie to explore. And he did with open mouthed, clumsy kisses that made Stevie squirm and moan softly when he reached her pulse point, nipping carefully.
He wanted to mark her beautiful skin with his teeth and fingernails, but he was not sure Stevie wanted that. She was a princess, a babygirl, a goddess.
Eddie liked that pet name for her, though, and felt bold enough to say it out loud, the champagne and his need too strong for him to keep quiet.
"Fuck, babygirl, you smell so good," he worshipped her, making Stevie shudder. Oh fuck.
"Really?" She asked, as if she didn't know the effect she had on Eddie.
If she only knew Eddie was terrified to never feel passionate about a girl, about women, just to be proven wrong by finding someone as special as his Stevie.
Fuck it, Stevie wasn't a girl like any other, she was so much more, Eddie could feel it. She was special, different, she was Eddie's fantasy made true.
"Fuck, yes, sweetheart, you're so perfect," Eddie kept talking between kisses, biting softly just to lick the barely there mark with his tongue. Stevie's hands gripped him with silent need and her hips bucked upwards. Fuck, Eddie didn't know girls did that too but he guessed it was normal after all, he was just too happy to make Stevie feel good.
"Am I a good girl for you?" Stevie moaned, baring her long neck. Eddie didn't see the lump in the middle of his throat that bobbed up and down, too entranced by this sorceress that had him under her love spell.
"Stevie, baby, you're just the best girl," Eddie said, believing every truth and wanting Stevie to believe him too. "You're the prettiest of them all, you're a princess, my princess ."
That seemed to work for Stevie, because she grunted and pulled at Eddie so they could kiss again. There was no trace of Stevie's gloss anymore, instead her lips were swollen and red and glistening with spit when they parted to breathe.
"Eddie, I…" Stevie started, and then her eyes fell. She was unsure about whatever she wanted to say and that couldn't be. Eddie wanted Stevie to trust him, to make her feel safe in his arms - even if he were still on her lap, his hands caressing every inch of skin and velvet dress he could reach, wanting but not daring to stroke the hard nubs that were Stevie's nipples and that he could see peaking the velvet dress.
"Hey, babygirl, just tell me," he prompted, raising a hand to lovingly stroke her cheek. "You can… you can be yourself with me, princess."
Stevie leaned into the touch and sighed slightly.
"Would you think lowly of me if I wanted you to come home with me?" Stevie asked, half lidded eyes looking hopefully at Eddie through her thick eyelashes.
Eddie's heart skipped a beat at the implication, mouth going dry and armpits stinging. This was really happening to him, he was going to be with Stevie, at least for a night but he hoped that maybe they could have more nights after this one.
"I-I would think that I'm the luckiest bastard alive if you wanted me to going home with you, baby," Eddie forced himself to not stutter too much and to not whisper. The music was loud and he needed Stevie to ask him to go home with her.
-
They waited until Eddie felt good enough to drive. He opted to shut about the fact that he had drove under worse conditions and different states of ebrity, but that night he wanted to be good for Stevie.
Jesus, he really wanted to be good for her, to show her he could be what she was looking for. Not thay he had any idea about what Stevie wanted, but dreaming was free and he was planning to ask her later about it.
About everything. Eddie really wanted to know this impressive girl and he wanted to hope. Sue him for falling for Stevie.
Stevie left him for a whole two minutes and Eddie felt like dying. Stevie had gone to tell her friend - she had come here with a friend and Eddie hadn't even asked, what a jerk he was when he was this turned on, but a small miracle: Stevie didn't seem to care - that he was going home with Eddie and this girl friend of her could go back with Stevie's car.
Eddie hoped Stevie didn't just grow tired of him and left him alone and waiting forever.
But then Stevie came, heels clicking on the linoleum floor and carrying a jacket and her purse, smiling blindingly at Eddie.
"I'm ready to go, dear," she declared, and Eddie offered his arm to her.
She chuckled and wrapped her fingers around Eddie's bicep, and she didn't let go until Eddie opened the door of his van for Stevie to jump in.
-
It was a funny but welcomed coincidence that Stevie lived on Hawkins too. Both of them shared experiences of their shared town while Eddie drove, a hand gripping the wheel and the other playing idly with the hem of Stevie's dress, resting on his lap and thumbing the coarse texture of the tanned tights that covered her thigh, his little finger digging under the velvet to find the lace that kept it in place.
Eddie was driven himself crazy, touching freely but not wanting to overstep, and trying to not crash his van while keeping his orgasm at bay and listening to Stevie's story about some kids he babysat to earn extra money.
The only signs that she was as affected by Eddie's touch was the subtle arch of her back and the breathy pants he let out between words.
Eddie's virginity didn't seem as urgent now that Stevie's pleasure was starting to be evident. Once they got home, Eddie wanted to learn how to give Stevie all the orgasms he wanted.
He ignored the shiver he felt at that thought. Eddie barely knew anything about the woman body and he really felt uneasy everytime he thought about it, but Stevie sitting by his side at the passenger seat and opening her legs invitingly made Eddie feel brave, enthusiastic even.
-
Stevie's house was impressive, on the rich side of the town. The best thing about Stevie's place was that her parents rarely spent more than a week there, so she had the house all for herself, and now for Eddie.
The moment Eddie opened Stevie's door and offered his hand, the girl blushed.
"Thanks, Eddie, you're a real gentleman," she smiled, making Eddie's belly squirm with a thousand butterflies fluttering their wings and making him smile at her, completely lovesick.
"Everything for my princess," Eddie answered, helping her get out of his van, so out of place in this rich street as he felt. But Stevie stood in front of him, towering an inch or two thanks to those heels, and stole a kiss from Eddie's lips. Chaste and sweet and sincere, and Eddie knew he had a new addiction.
They stumbled to get the door open, laughing and failing when trying to be quiet, Eddie's hands on Stevie's body and Stevie's tonge on Eddie's neck, sucking bruises that had Eddie moaning raw and needy.
Stevie closed the door behind them and took Eddie's hand, leading him upstairs, both of them breathless and impatient.
Eddie didn't care about the room Stevie pushed him in, a cream and beige tartan nightmare with a simple car poster. It was so painfully clear that this wasn't her bedroom, but Eddie didn't want to think about possible reasons Stevie didn't want him in her room, so he pushed that thought away in order to keep kissing his girl.
"Help me with my heels," Stevie demanded, and that did things to Eddie, her commanding tone going directly to his dick, twitching with a different kind of interest.
Eddie fell to his knees and wrapped his fingers around Stevie's right calf, giving it a soft squeeze before putting her heeled foot on his knee. Eddie untied the thin, leather strip on her ankle that secured the black shoe and took it off smoothly, leaving her foot free. Through the translucent fabric, Eddie noticed that Stevie had her toenails painted.
"Now the other foot, Eddie," Stevie sighed, not unkindly. Maybe she knew that Eddie had no idea about sex, about what to do, about how to treat a girl, and she was just patiently guiding him. He appreciated that deeply.
Eddie brought down Stevie's right foot to give the left one the same treatment, taken off the shoe and setting the foot free, making Stevie pant in relief.
Emboldened by the presence of Stevie, and wanting nothing more than making her good, Eddie dipped down to kiss Stevie's left knee, her right foot wandering up Eddie's thigh and reaching his groin with her toes.
Eddie groaned at the pressure and gave it another kiss, opening his mouth so Stevie could feel his wet warmth through her tight, making her moan when he started trailing upwards to her inner thigh, nose digging under the skirt of her dress.
"A-ah, Eddie," Stevie moaned sinfully, her foot adding pressure to Eddie's clothed erection. Eddie gasped and nipped at her thigh, his hips thrusting and rutting against her toes, suddenly feeling sweaty and needy. "You want to be good for me, Eddie, sweety?"
"Fuck, yes, Stevie, my princess," Eddie whimpered, hips bucking at the implication.
" Touch me, Eddie, " Stevie commanded him with a syrupy voice that melted Eddie, and he rushed to obey.
With his both hands on Stevie's muscled thighs, Eddie pushed them open, the skirt of the velvet dress rolling up to let Eddie see the lace of her tights.
"Damn, Stevie…" He groaned, voice low and affected with his own arousal, ignoring the weird shapes the skirt made over Stevie's groin.
His hands traced the drawings of the lace of her tights' end, fabric stretching over his strong thighs, and daring to touch the new revealed skin with his fingertips.
"Hng, Eddie, please," Stevie whined with impatience, her body resting on her propped elbows, head thrown back baring her neck. Eddie could see her twin moles at her jaw, aching to kiss them again, but his lady was awaiting.
Fuck, this was happening.
Eddie had never touched a girl. Anxiety rising, his breath turned uneven at the thought of what he was about to touch. To see.
Maybe Stevie wanted him to go down, he had heard girls loved that as much as the boys.
Eddie had never liked a girl before, not enough to get over his stupid apprehension, but Stevie was not just any girl.
Stevie was his goddess, his muse, his princess. Eddie had told her so.
Taking a deep breath, Eddie allowed his right hand to go further underneath the dress, following that supple thigh until he reached the hem of Stevie's underwear.
Lace too, holy fuck. Eddie wanted to look because he was sure Stevie must look breathtaking in lace lingerie but he wasn't ready for that.
Swallowing with difficulty, Eddie traced the lace and the exaggerated tented stretch of fabric.
Eddie blinked once, twice, tracing with his fingers Stevie's…
Stevie's…
His long fingers wrapped around what was, with no doubt, a hard, impressively huge cock. Stevie moaned loudly, needy, and Eddie's world turned upside down.
As far as Eddie knew, girls didn't have a fucking cock.
"What the f-!" Eddie exclaimed, his hand in a firm grip around that lace-covered dick. "Y-you're a guy!"
Stevie's head snapped up again and fear flooded her droopy, lovely eyes, and one of her hands grasped Eddie's wrist, tugging, but Eddie couldn't let go, he was shocked.
"Eddie?" Stevie asked, voice wobbly. "Oh fuck, Eddie, I thought you knew!"
Her cheeks reddened and not in a good way. Fuck, Eddie had fucked it up with his reaction.
"E-Eddie, I'm so sorry!" Stevie cried. "You can let go, Eddie, it's ok, it's my fault, oh shit!"
Stevie's face was contorted in shame and regret and pain and Eddie…
Eddie was relieved. Shocked, sure, but everything made sense now.
His Stevie, his sweet princess, all covered in lace and velvet for him, and he let her believe his reaction was one of disgust instead of what he was: pure bliss.
"Let me see you," Eddie pleaded.
"What?"
"Please, please Stevie," Eddie begged with a pitiful whine. "I need to see you, please."
Stevie's eyes let some stray tears fall down her cheeks, ruining her kohl, but oh she was just as beautiful.
"Eddie, you don't-ah!"
Eddie stroked his sweet princess hard cock, the lace imprinting its drawing on Eddie's palm.
" Please, baby, my babygirl, I want to see you, please."
Stevie moaned but obliged, hiking up her dress so Eddie could see what she had been hiding all the night from Eddie.
In pale pink lace panties, half covered by Eddie's own hand, there was Stevie's stupidly big and thick cock. She was leaking and ruining her delicate panties, a wet spot revealing what this situation was making to her.
" Princess, " Eddie breathed, stunned by all that beauty laying at the edge of the bed just for him.
"Eddie," Stevie called, and Eddie looked up, kneeling in front of his muse, and he knew that that's exactly where he belonged, kneeling for his princess while she looked at him, pupils blown wide and biting her lower kiss.
Eddie leaned in, slowly, wanting to taste Stevie's essence that was bleeding from the tip of his dick, but Stevie stopped him.
"Eddie, you don't have to do anything you don't want to," she said earnestly, worry making her frown her brows. "You can leave if you want, I'd understand."
Eddie nodded once, frowning too because he wanted to soothe that worried expression from his babygirl's beautiful face. And then he dipped in with no hesitation, mouthing at those pink panties that were making him ruin his own boxers. Stevie's taste was bitter and salty and everything Eddie wanted, he closed his eyes, commiting the taste to memory.
Stevie's startled moan made his belly all tingly, and the gasp Stevie was unable to cover when Eddie fondled her laced balls made him groan proudly. He was finally making his princess feel good.
All the fear about touching a woman, all that anxiety, just gone. Because this was his Stevie, squirming under his oral ministrations, and Eddie knew he would never have to worry again about pleasuring a woman because Stevie was all he ever wanted.
"Eddie, Eddie, ah-fuck!" Stevie cried loud, speech slurred. "Off, off, take them off."
There she was, his bossy princess who knew exactly what she wanted and asked for it, Eddie was just too happy to provide. Eddie grabbed the lace panties by the hem with both hands, stopping the wet kisses he was leaving up and down Stevie's throbbing cock and shoved them down once his princess propped up her hips. He took them off completely, almost upset with the offending little piece of lace because he had to stop pleasuring Stevie just to get rid of them.
Next time Eddie would tear them by the seams, he shouldn't be losing time like this.
Eddie had been so scared before realizing what kind of girl Stevie was, but now? Well, now he was still very much a virgin, but he knew this. He felt right when he took Stevie's reddened cockhead with his mouth and licked at it, tongue digging at his slit, experimentally playing and taking notes of what made Stevie moan louder or squirm or made her hips buck.
"Holy fuck, Eddie, your tongue!" Stevie panted, hand coming to rest on Eddie's head, pulling at it just a little bit, a suggestion.
Eddie obliged, jaw unhinged to make space for his princess cock in his mouth. His impressive girth stretching his lips impossibly, drool running down Stevie's remaining length that Eddie was unable to make room for in his mouth.
He made for it with his hand, gripping the base tight while his free hand caressed Stevie's clean shaved tight balls.
Fuck, she was so smooth under his hands and on his tongue, Eddie grunted, dizzy with his own, selfless pleasure, the vibrations running from Stevie's cock through her body. She tightened her grip on Eddie's hair, making his scalp burn so good.
Eddie could come in his jeans just from this, he realized, almost hysterical. He wanted his release, but he needed so much more now, he needed everything Stevie wanted to give him. And right now Stevie was allowing him to chase every drop of creamy precum her cock was providing.
"Eddie, fuck, stop," Stevie demanded, but Eddie groaned and kept bobbing his head up and down, pumping the base of Stevie's cock. "E-Eddie, I'm gonna come if you don't stop right now, baby."
Fuck, that was so hot, so fucking metal , to have Stevie coming down his throat, Eddie could jerk thinking about that for months.
But Stevie used both her hands to stop him, taking off her deliciously leaking cock from his mouth, Eddie whined petulantly.
"I thought that was the plan, sweetheart," Eddie pouted, his free hand clasped around Stevie's calf while the other jerked her off lazily.
Stevie chased Eddie's hand, hips up and down in a rhythmic motion, his spit making it slide fluidly.
"The plan is that you fuck me senseless, Eddie," Stevie moaned when Eddie twisted his wrist in his way up, engulfing the head of her cock on his palm.
Eddie stopped when his princess' word sunk in.
Stevie wanted him inside.
A new fear freezed him.
"I-I've never… I'm not… with anybody," he felt the need to excuse himself, ashamed about his inexperience.
"Don't worry, dear boy, I'm gonna make you a man," Stevie purred, looking expectantly at Eddie between her half lidded eyes.
Stevie handed him the bottle of lube and a couple of condoms she kept on her nightstand before kneeling on the edge of her bed, on her hands and knees, her perfect, toned ass high and her chest flushed against the mattress.
The dress wrinkled and rolled up at her waist, falling around her in a way that made Eddie want to lose all control.
She had explained Eddie how to open her nice and sweet before Eddie could go inside her, and his cock has been twitching desperately since then. But when Eddie had Stevie offering her tight pucker, the guy, with lube in hand forgotten by the sight of Stevie's heavy dick hanging between her thighs still in tights and her smooth balls asking to be licked, Eddie had to obey his instinct.
Eddie unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, finding some relief on letting it spring free from the confines of his clothes, shoving them down just enough to grip himself hard at the base.
He wasn't as thick as Stevie and not as long, but he wasn't small either. Stevie's dick was simply impressive and mouth watering and a challenge. Eddie stroked himself a few times, opening Stevie's cheeks with his free hand, her hole closed and clenching in anticipation.
Eddie leaned in and sealed his mouth around Stevie's entrance, sucking and making his princess howl, surprise and pleasure mingling in her scream.
"Eddie!" She slurred, hands gripping her pillow tight.
Eddie prodded at that little hole with his tongue, drooling all over it, lapping at it and sucking again and again until the ring of muscle relaxed enough for his tongue to go inside.
Stevie's moans and curses were driving him insane, he knew this night was going to be his go to material for the rest of his life.
"Fuck me, Eddie, fuck me now!" Stevie cried, voice raw, and Eddie opened blindly the bottle of lube, licking a trail from Stevie's balls to his hole while he poured lube on his fingers and coated them with it, warming it before sliding easily his middle finger inside Stevie, making him wail.
Eddie explored the warm insides of his Stevie, crooking his finger as he did to himself from time to time, looking for that nub of nerves that he knew existed but never found to himself.
Stevie sobbed and mewled and her hole clenched around Eddie's middle finger, hips thrusting back, demanding more .
"Eddie! God dammit, fuck me already!" Stevie cried, looking over her shoulder.
He couldn’t deny her anything.
Eddie ripped the condom wrapper and rolled the rubber down his twitching cock with trembling hands, swallowing around the lump of his throat.
This was it, the moment he has been waiting for years now, trying to imagine how it’d be to have his cock buried deep in the warmth of someone’s body, someone who wanted him close and someone who Eddie wanted back as much.
With Stevie it was even better, though, because Eddie never thought he could really find that special someone and while he aligned the tip of his cock with Stevie’s entrance, he shuddered, squeezing the base of his cock.
Stevie was perfect, everything Eddie could ever want, beautiful and mischievous and dangerous in a way Eddie was aching to know. The last thing Eddie wanted now was to hurt her with his hurry to claim her.
“S-Stevie… What if it doesn’t go inside?” He asked, sincerely worried about how Stevie’s perfect hole was way too small and closed for Eddie’s cock. Sure, it wasn’t a third leg like Stevie’s own, but it was still big and thick. He caressed Stevie’s cheeks, covered in freckles, and the laced tights, his fingers drawing invisible lines all over Stevie’s skin he could reach, playing with the black velvet dress draped up on her back, waiting for an answer.
“It’s ok, honey, you can go inside, I won’t break, I promise,” Stevie reassured him, arching his back impossibly and enticing Eddie with his wet hole, dripping lube and spit.
Eddie nodded, but it wasn’t enough.
“You’d tell me if I hurt you, right?”
“Eddie, dear, I promise you I’d love it, I just want you inside of me at this exact moment or I’m gonna pass out,” Stevie commanded him lovingly and Eddie smiled at her bratty princess. Fuck, he was falling so fast for her, he knew he would never meet anyone like her, not in a million years - and he wasn’t planning to find anyone else, anyway.
With his hands clasped on Stevie’s waist underneath her dress, he pushed his hips forward, slowly, feeling the ring of muscle opening around him to make space for him, it was tight like a vice and a challenge, he was unable to look anywhere else, Stevie’s welcoming body swallowing him.
The fat head of his cock catched on Stevie’s rim once it was fully inside, knocking him breathless at the sudden and overwhelming sensation. Stevie was scorching hot inside, her moan echoing on the silent house, and Eddie let his head fall back, groaning, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“Fuck, Stevie,” he grunted, holding on Stevie’s hips for dear life. He hoped he was leaving bruises, he wanted to see his fingers imprinted in her skin.
“I know, Eds, baby, I know,” Stevie panted breathless, hips twitching, her hole clenching around Eddie’s head, urging him to keep going.
“Y-you’re so tight, Stevie,” Eddie whined, sinking another inch into her, his head spinning, his orgasm already coiling at the base of his spine.
“Yes, Eddie,” Stevie agreed, Eddie could hear her smile, she punctuated his name by tightening the hold she had on him. Eddie didn’t even know that was possible, but it was fucking his mind. “What else?”
Fuck, Stevie was going to kill him.
“S-so hot, it feels like you’re b-burning inside,” Eddie moaned, winning another inch and trying to hold his hips from bucking into Stevie. He didn’t need to be an expert in sex to know that Stevie deserved more than a mindless fuck; Eddie’s new goal in life was to bring pleasure to Stevie, he wasn’t going to be less than a gentleman - unless Stevie demanded that from him, of course.
Inch by inch, Eddie made Stevie’s body his home, praising her with all the words he knew, his fingers leaving crescent moon marks on her waist, thumbing at the dimples in her lower back, and his hips jolting every few seconds. When he was finally buried into her, his balls snapping softly against Stevie’s smooth ones, Eddie howled , a reinforced wave of pleasure running through his body from toe to head that made him fall forward, shuddering and curling around Stevie’s body, his left arm on the mattress, holding his weight, the other reaching to find his princess’ junk , his knuckles stroking the dress where Stevie had left a damp spot of precum, ruining her lovely velvet dress.
The motion startled his sweet, perfect babygirl, and Stevie’s hips twitched back against him, flushing them impossibly close, her skin smooth like swede against Eddie’s coarse nest of dark hair where they were joined.
“Eddie,” she moaned wetly.
Eddie opened his eyes, from where he was, he could see Stevie’s face pressed sideways against her pillow, smudging makeup all over it, her lips swollen and glistening with her own drool. She had her eyes closed, mouth agape in a silent contort of pleasure. She was so beautiful it hurted Eddie.
“Open your eyes, my evening star ,” Eddie pleaded, rutting softly against her, needing to look at her honey brown droopy eyes.
Stevie obliged, her eyes finding his lovestruck glance, and smiled when Eddie’s hand found hers over the pillow, forcing them to lay fully on the bed and Eddie had to let go of her hard length, trapping it between Stevie’s plain belly and the mattress.
“You’re so good to me, Eddie,” she shuddered underneath him, their legs tangling, her stockings catching in Eddie’s hairy legs, reminding him how it was to kiss her thighs, how scared he was then and how euphoric he was feeling now, knowing he had found the right person for himself. “You can move now, baby, wanna feel you.”
It was Eddie’s time to whine at Stevie’s words, slowly pulling his hips out until only his cockhead was inside her, and thrusted back inside at a challenging slow pace. She was still so tight while Eddie breached her, the wet sounds of their love so loud in the deep night, their breathing uneven. Eddie distantly thought about how it was what Stevie was feeling, with Eddie atop of her and her cock grinding against her smooth dress, trapped between his own body and the mattress; Eddie hoped she was feeling an ecstasy similar to his.
He wasn’t a fool and never believed he was a superman, he knew he was going to come far too soon. Shame ran through his veins along that all consuming sensation that made his toes curl. Eddie bit Stevie’s shoulder, tugging at the string of her dress there, wishing he was strong enough to rip it with his teeth, wondering why they never took time to properly undress.
Right, because Eddie couldn’t stop to touch and worship Stevie with his mouth and hands; clothes could wait. He couldn’t ever care about the tangle that his jeans were now low in his ankles.
“Eds, fuck, you feel amazing,” Stevie breathed, squirming under Eddie’s body, her fingers giving him a squeeze where they were tangled over the pillow.
“Ste- princess , ‘m not gonna last,” Eddie lamented with a sob, the well known feeling coiling and curling and making his head going blank while he thrusted back and forth. Stevie was even tighter in this position, clenching at his cock maddeningly, leaving him breathless and lost, the only thing grounding him the solid presence that Stevie’s body was and her hand, their fingers intertwined.
“F-fuck, honey,” Stevie whined. “I’m so close too, come inside me , Eds, I need you.”
Eddie’s orgasm was immediate, Stevie’s permission all he needed to let go himself, groaning and cursing, his forehead resting over Stevie’s temple. His rhythm stuttered and he pressed himself against Stevie’s, grinding his hips while he spurted rope after rope of thick cum inside Stevie.
Steve’s moans took over, his rim clenching and milking him while she rode her own orgasm, her body rutting against the mattress, Eddie blinked his own haziness away to pepper kisses wherever he could reach, Stevie’s temple, dampened with sweat and strands of hair sticking to her pretty face, her neck, her shoulder, her twin moles at her squared jaw.
“Babygirl…,” Eddie whispered, happy to feel Stevie’s body shivering underneath him. He reached to brush away Stevie’s damp hair from her face. “My princess, my evenstar, so perfect.”
Eddie wanted to thank Stevie for everything, but it felt rude, he wasn’t sure about bed etiquette; he still wanted to do it, though, to thank her for existing, for choosing him even if it was just for one night - come on, what could a girl like Stevie possibly want to do with a loser like Eddie? He wanted to thank this goddess who decided to bless him with the best night of his life.
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Stevie had to convince Eddie to release her, giggling and calling him a hairy octopus when he simply tightened his grip on her with arms and legs, mumbling something against her neck, his breath brushing her oversensitive skin. What an odd, affectionate guy, Eddie.
She was used to, well, not to this, and she didn’t like the way she melted into Eddie’s easy embrace. Stevie was a smart girl, fuck, she needed to be smart if she wanted this lifestyle to continue, but she let it slip in order to spend the night with this strange young man who wasn’t making silly excuses to leave her house in the wee hours.
“Come on, honey, let’s go undress and clean, hm?” She prompted.
Eddie mumbled some incomprehensive whine but he disentangled himself from Stevie. It impressed her the careful way he caressed her asscheek before pulling out his still half hard dick, slowly, as if Stevie were something precious he wanted to take care of. She grimaced slightly at the sensation that was Eddie’s cock sliding out of her, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing. She knew Eddie was looking at her; Stevie never had felt so vulnerable and open, but she allowed it. Eddie has proved to be a perfect lover, for a beginner, he deserved to look and stare at her if he wanted.
Stevie didn’t want to even think of it, but this had felt more than sex. Fuck, Stevie had just come on Eddie’s cock and ruined her favorite dress.
Sure, she had panicked when Eddie reacted to her dick, making her realize that he had been fooled by her appearance, making her think twice about this all. She hated to think that she had forced the sweetest guy ever to fuck her against his will. But Eddie had relaxed, Jesus Christ, he even showed more interest after finding Stevie was, in fact, a man like him.
And Eddie had been, so far, the most invested lover Stevie had ever encountered. He seemed desperate to show her how good he could be for her, to her. And fuck, he delivered.
“Hng, princess,” he sighed, leaning in when Stevie turned to face the ceiling, and kissed her softly, chaste, unhurried. She felt the sticky mess of her dress and repressed a wince, not wanting Eddie to believe it was because of him.
This guy was so weird, honestly, what was wrong with him? Stevie melted into the kiss, her fingers cradling Eddie’s face in her hands. And he kept calling her those awfully cute pet names that didn’t sound gross or humiliating in his low, baritone voice.
He even called her his evening star , what the fuck.
“Your shirt is all wrinkled, baby,” she said when they parted to breathe, not knowing what else to say, just needing to stop her hammering heart, needing some semblance of normalcy.
Eddie looked down and grinned, all teeth and dimples, his eyes - dark, melted chocolate - crinkling with mirth.
“Huh, I think it looks better now, don’t you think so, babygirl?” He laughed, as if it made some sense to him that it was lost on Stevie. She nodded, anyway, smiling at him and feeling hopeless.
“You look great, honey,” Stevie agreed. “But I’d rather see you naked.”
That made the guy blush, his cheeks turning engine red while he rushed to strip himself naked, almost tearing his white shirt’s buttons in his haste to obey Steve, it was intoxicating, having this kind of power.
“You’d also want to take care of the condom, sweety,” Stevie reminded him, having to repress a fucking fond smile at the sight that was Eddie, all lanky and uncoordinated with his jeans a tangle in his ankles and tugging carefully at the condom, peeling it off his softening cock and wincing.
“I… Ehm…” Eddie looked at him for guidance, strange confidence in a guy. During their time together, Eddie never tried to appear like a composed guy who had everything under control, he let Stevie lead him blindly.
Stevie helped him, showed him how to dispose of the used condom, and Eddie thanked her with another soft peck on her lips, leaving Stevie blinking, watching Eddie getting rid of his tangled jeans and boxers giving silly little jumps, the shirt long forgotten on the floor of Stevie’s room.
Stevie undressed too, tights draped together with care - delicate, expensive little fuckers -, and she examined the mess of her dress. Fuck, she wished there was hope for her velvet dress.
“I’m sorry about your dress,” Eddie said, bare naked and sitting at the edge of the crumpled mess that was Stevie’s bed. He was covered in tattoos, black ink against pale, hairless skin. “You look stunning in it.”
There it was again, that raw honesty that didn’t hold any harm against Stevie. No jokes, no mocking tone about Stevie’s wardrobe choices or lifestyle, it was unnerving.
“It’s ok, honey,” Stevie sighed, suddenly tired. “You’re worth it, Eddie, this is just a dress.”
Eddie smiled and stood again, closing the distance between them easily and flushing their bodies together, ignoring their sweat and Stevie’s belly, sticky with drying cum. Without his heels, Eddie was taller than him, his fuzzy long hair falling in total disarray and tickling Stevie’s shoulders when Eddie leaned in to kiss Stevie once more. As the guy hadn’t had enough of her already.
By the half hard-on the guy was still sporting, maybe that was it, Eddie wanted more of her.
They showered in turns, Stevie needing a moment for herself. She prompted him to take the shower first, even if Eddie pouted, asking if they couldn’t shower together. Clingy, silly man.
“Maybe some other time, honey, ok?” She lied , she never had a second time with the same guy. Men that fell onto bed with her were never to sleep, and Stevie wasn’t going to let her traitorous heart think that this was different.
But Eddie nodded, smiling at her, and disappeared into her ensuite bathroom.
By the time Stevie finished her washing ritual, removing her make-up thoroughly first and scrubbing her skin clean with her favorite, fruity shower gel, Eddie was still on her bed. Sitting, with his back against the headboard, still very naked and eyes half lidded with sleep. He smiled at Stevie, eyes raking her body with interest, but his fingers were fidgeting with the sheet.
“I… I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to stay or to leave…” He whispered, lowering his glance, ashamed. “I can go, if you want, I don’t want to… I don’t… You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, either.”
Eddie wanted her. Eddie wanted her and yet he was ready to go if she commanded him to. Mirroring her words when she felt him uneasy, maybe Eddie had sensed her own doubts and didn’t want to impose. The difference between them, Stevie realized, is that Eddie was letting himself hope for more time together.
“I want you to stay, Eddie,” Stevie let herself be honest, too. It was just one night, just one guy.
Eddie gave him his thousand watt smile that blinded her and left her world spinning, and they both rushed into the bed.
“May I hold you?” Eddie asked once they were settled, sheets and duvet covering their naked bodies, and Stevie wanted to scream at him. Please, don’t play with my heart , she wanted to yell at him, just take what you need and leave!
But Stevie whispered a wobbly, weak yes instead, and let the guy snuggle against her body, let him be the big spoon, his wet hair dampening the shared pillow and his nose nuzzling Stevie’s pulse point. His arms wrapped around her middle loosely, comforting in a way that wasn’t allowed.
“Thank you, Stevie,” he yawned, more sleep than awake, now. “My evenstar , my princess, goodnight.”
Stevie swallowed her tears, took a deep breath and with a thread of voice, she whispered a wet goodnight back, doubting Eddie heard it.
The morning sunbeams found them tangled together.
Steve was on his back, an arm flexed under his head, and a warm body draped over him. He was nuzzling a mop of long, dark hair that tickled his nose, maybe that was what awakened him in the first place.
Fuck. He had let Eddie stay over. He only allowed himself to be Stevie at night and never before had he compromised his own promise to keep his desires at arms length. Never to spend a whole night with a guy - not that any other guy had wanted to, though. Never to wake up with someone else snuggling at him in this intimate, cozy way. Fuck, Steve had his arm wrapped possessively around Eddie’s thin waist. Had they been cuddling the whole night?
Fucking great. What was he thinking last night? That he could still be Stevie in the morning? Right under the sun? Because of some guy that had showed him some kind of decency that should be inherent to every fucking human being?
His bar was far too low.
And Eddie had surpassed it like no one ever did before, breaking all the fucking records, making Steve breaking his rules.
Eddie must have felt him somehow, because the guy stirred awake, making silly grumbling sounds that Steve found incredibly cute. This was bad.
“Hng, evenstar ,” Eddie murmured against Steve’s flat chest, where his head was resting. How this silly boy hadn’t realized that Stevie wasn’t really a woman was still a fucking mystery to Steve, he didn’t seem wasted, just slightly tipsy. But there they were, the next morning, and Eddie called him that odd pet name that felt far too fond, far too… loving, for someone who barely knew him. “Morning.”
Steve shivered when Eddie’s fingers started drawing invisible lines in his overheated skin.
“Morning,” he answered back, getting ready for the reality to sink in for Eddie too.
“I slept like a baby,” Eddie smiled, finding Steve’s nipple and playing idly with it. Steve allowed it, knowing that soon enough Eddie would be leaving to never be seen again. “Did you sleep well, Stevie?”
“Steve,” he corrected, bracing himself.
“Hm?”
“My name is Steve,” he answered, feeling like shit already.
Eddie propped up on his elbow and looked at him, sleepy eyes looking at him, confused, looking for something in his face. Steve dropped his arm, feeling seen and needing to cover himself somehow. The other arm, though, he couldn’t bear to unwrap it from Eddie’s thinner body.
“Ok,” Eddie shrugged. “Did you sleep well, Steve?”
He wasn’t leaving yet, then. His fingers were still playing with Steve’s nipple, as if this was just normal for him. If Eddie hadn’t been so painfully, obviously virgin last night, Steve would have believed that this was, in fact, normal to Eddie.
“Yeah, thanks,” Steve said dryly.
A moment of silence stretched between them, Eddie looking at him with a pained expression on his gorgeous face, and Steve wanting to punch a fucking wall for allowing all of this to happen.
“Did I do something wrong?” Eddie asked, voice quivering.
Steve’s eyes closed tightly. No matter how much he waited for it, Eddie wasn’t going to start acting like these other guys. Eddie truly believed this was, somehow, his fault.
“I’m sorry,” Eddie continued. His hand stilled and he retreated it from Steve’s body. “I shouldn’t have assumed… Fuck, I’m an idiot.”
Eddie started to disentangle himself from Steve.
Steve had two options. To let Eddie go, thinking he was the one who ruined their night together; or Steve could face his actions for once in his fucking life.
Knowing he was going to always think about Eddie’s blinding smile and sincere doe eyes, and knowing that he would hate himself forever if he let that wonderful man think that he made anything wrong during their special night together, during his first time …
“Eddie, no, wait,” Steve sat on the bed, rubbing his face with both his hands, the sheets draping on his lap. “It’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong, fuck, you… You were perfect, Eddie.”
Eddie sat too, arms crossed over his chest, protecting himself. Fuck, Steve hadn’t have the chance to look at his tattoos yet.
“Something happened, babyg… Steve ,” Eddie corrected himself in the middle of the pet name Steve was starting to adore, and he winced. He was the only one to blame here. “I’m sorry if I scared you, if I’m being too much , it’s just…”
“You didn’t… You’re not too much , Eds, come on,” Steve reassured him.
Yeah, Eddie was maybe a bit clingy and affectionate, but Steve realized then he didn’t care. He loved it, in fact. Eddie just had too much love to offer, he was just looking in the wrong direction.
“What happened, then?” Eddie asked, hugging himself tightly. “Just let me know, please.”
Steve sighed, banging his head against the headboard.
“Eddie, I’m not a girl ,” Steve started, and the glance Eddie gave him made him snort despite the situation.
“Yeah, I noticed,” Eddie dared to smile.
“Well, that’s it,” Steve shrugged.
They were sitting, naked under the sheets, broad chest on full display, and Steve has never felt like this. Horny, frustrated and terrified, and all because of this chocolate-eyed sweet guy.
“So, you don’t want to date a guy,” Eddie stated, sighing tiredly. “Or you just don’t want to date me , that, ok I’d understand, you don’t know me at all and…”
“Wait, no,” Steve stopped him. “ You don’t want to date a guy, Eddie. Last night you came home with a girl , didn’t you?”
“I… Well, that’s not fair, that girl was you !” Eddie replied, frowning and looking at Steve as if he were betraying him. “I was terrified before knowing…! No, no, you know what, I don’t care! I don’t care if you are Steve or Stevie , I don’t care if you wear dresses or not, I just wanted to ask you for a date and you just woke up in a mood!”
Eddie stood up, his long hair brushing his back, and Steve felt his eyes bulging at all that display of milky white skin and black ink, his glance wandering south to find Eddie at half mast, his cock hanging heavy and perfect between his thighs.
Then, while Eddie was jumping to fit into his skinny jeans, his words sank in.
“You… wanted to ask me for a date?” Steve gaped, his mind going blank.
“You, Stevie , both of you, whatever, but I get it, I was being stupid…!” Eddie started his self deprecating rambling again, spiraling down, and fuck, Steve needed to stop him, to stop this mess.
Steve jumped out of bed, naked and with a prodding morning wood, exalted by Eddie, and ran to grab Eddie’s wrists and stop him.
“Eddie, do you realize what you’re asking for?” Steve asked, Eddie didn’t want to look at him. “Eddie, honey, I’d date you, fuck me, I want to date you so badly it hurts.”
At that, Eddie huffed, shrugging but not releasing himself from Steve’s hands. His dark eyes took in Steve’s nudity and hardness, Steve tried not to preen.
“You are amazing, you are like, the sweetest boy,” Steve whispered, thumbs drawing circles on Eddie’s wrists.
“I’m not …”
“I was fearing the moment you realized what we were doing and then just…,” Steve shook his head. “I thought you were going to run once we were finished.”
“Why would I do that?” Eddie frowned, frozen in his spot, jeans unzipped, hair a mess.
Steve let Eddie’s hands go. It was his time for looking away now, unable to hold Eddie’s inquisitive, open stare. He couldn’t say out loud that he wasn’t worth the trouble, he couldn’t admit that he was just a one night fling, that every guy will always choose to find a girl, a wife, to live according to society standards.
Steve couldn’t blame them, it was dangerous. Eddie couldn’t be this obnoxious.
“I can’t be Stevie the whole day, every day,” Steve sobbed.
“You don’t have to,” Eddie reassured him. “I don’t mind.”
“You don’t know me at all,” Steve retorted.
“That’s what dates are for, I think,” Eddie smiled, hands reaching to cup Steve’s face.
“We could never be free , we can’t just date openly ,” Steve insisted.
“I know.” Eddie’s lips were getting closer, Steve could feel them already.
“It’d be dangerous.”
“I don’t care.”
Eddie leaned in, claiming Steve’s lips, long fingered hands cupping his jaw and kissing him stupid, as if that was the only thing that Eddie wanted to do.
Steve wanted more, though, so much more. He wanted everything that Eddie was offering to him.
“What if you think you want to date me just because I’ve been your first time?” Steve broke their kiss to ask, needing to know, aware of every one of his fears, now.
“Oh, shut up,” Eddie grunted against his mouth and pushed him until they fell on Steve’s bed again, biting his lower lip and making Steve moan.
He had learned that move from him. Well, from Stevie.
Eddie was sitting on the bed again, with Steve on his lap, kissing him and sucking bruises all over his neck, tracing the black ink on his skin with lips and tongue, still unable to look at them properly, he was busy.
It was overwhelming, to be Steve and kissing Eddie in the morning light, their cocks brushing together with every jolt of their hips, and moaning into each other's mouths.
This guy was, indeed, weird. He wanted him, he wanted Steve , not only Stevie. Not just sex, but to date him, to feign they were just friends hanging out in front of everyone else's eyes just to be able to be together. Eddie wanted Steve and Stevie to be his evenstar, his princess, his babygirl.
But well, Steve wanted Eddie just as much. Steve was already crazy for him.