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"you're scared of what you don't know, mike - of what you don't understand, but i could make you understand. i could show you."
mike wheeler and el hopper live two completely different yet ever intersecting lives. after growing up together in h...
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el was beyond upset with her stupid fucking brain.
here she was in a bathroom stall at one of her favorite clubs near campus with a hot girl's fingers up her pussy and tongue in her ass, and all she could fucking think about was mike wheeler smacking her across the face and telling her how much of a dirty little slut she was.
her miscellaneously inked hands gripped the top of the stall and she glanced over her shoulder and down at the girl, a petite asian with hot pink hair and colorful tattoo sleeves. she was mewling into her ass, not minding at all how her knees were pressed against the disgusting bathroom floor.
el had already made her come so she knew all she needed to do was fake an orgasm and then she could go home and fuck herself with something in her shower.
"fuck, don't stop," she tried to mimic that high pitched voice she'd spoken in when mike fucked her the previous friday. "shit, baby," she didn't remember the girl's actual name so baby seemed like the way to go. "i'm coming, ugh!"
she didn't come, but she sure writhed and cried and clenched her pussy like she did. the girl seemed to believe her enough to stop rimming her ass and pumping her pussy.
"mmmhn," the nameless girl hummed at she sucked her fingers and stood to her feet. "let's get out of here, yeah?"
el's eyes widened, having no recollection of her being australian... or new zealander. el truly couldn't tell, but in her defense, she was pretty high and she'd been drinking.
"you know, i really would, but i can't. i have an early meeting with my advisor in the morning," she lied, thanking god it was a thursday night and not friday. the girl frowned, but el didn't care. she just righted her underwear and her dress, eager to get the fuck home. "well, this was fun. maybe i'll see you around...?"
the pink-haired girl's face scrunched up in obvious offense. "it's roxie."
el nodded. "oh, right. well, bye, roxie," she chirped before slipping out of the stall and then the bathroom, not even bothering to check herself in the mirror before pushing her way through and out of the lively club.
the coke and vodka in her system was wearing thin and the frustration of an unfulfilled orgasm had her muscles tensing too much to care about telling the few friends she had showed up with that she was leaving. they weren't the type to worry about tracking her down so it didn't matter anyway.
when she did get home, she wasn't that surprised by the sight of max and lucas making out on the sectional with a new ozark episode playing on the television.
what did surprise her was when they stopped kissing to look at her. usually, she just received a wave and then a shooing type of motion, all given without ever coming up for air.
"hey, el," lucas greeted politely, wiping what was most likely max's spit from his bottom lip.
"you're home early," max commented, cuddling into her boyfriend as she looked at her best friend.
