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Forty Nine

On the drive back to the Byers' house, Billy had grown restless, drumming his fingers against the car door and bouncing his knee up and down. Eventually, Allison had placed her hand on his thigh to calm him, keeping it there for the rest of the ride. As soon as they pulled into the driveway and Joyce had put the car in park, Billy bolted out the door.

He wandered off to the far side of the yard and lit up a cigarette, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. He kept his back turned as Murray's car approached, it's headlights illuminating everything in sight. Once he had parked and climbed out, Murray and the others made their way into the house.

Allison remained outside with Billy, watching him try to conceal his emotions from afar. She could tell by the way his shoulders shook, that he was crying and she approached him cautiously. The crunch of the gravel beneath her feet gave away her position and Billy tensed up, quickly wiping his face.

"I just need a minute. Why don't you head inside?", he suggested, his voice thick with emotion.

"But-"

"Allison, please!", Billy cut her off, glancing over his shoulder, the tears in his eyes catching the light. Confusing her look of sympathy for one of pity, he turned back around with a frustrated huff.

Feeling helpless, Allison took several small steps away from him, before turning on her heel and rushing towards the house. As she walked through the front door, Joyce looked up from her seat at the kitchen table, where she sat alongside Jonathan and Murray. Meanwhile, Eleven and Will sat on opposite ends of the livingroom couch in silence, coming to terms with what had happened.

"Is everything okay?", Joyce asked, beckoning Allison towards the kitchen.

"I'm worried about Billy and I don't know how to help him.", she sighed, placing her hands on the kitchen table and leaning all of her weight against it.

"All you can do is giving him space if he asks for it and be there when he needs you. If he's being distant, try not to take it personally, it's kind of a guy thing.", Jonathan assured Allison, helping to put her mind at ease.

Suddenly, the front door swung open and everyone watched Billy step inside. He stormed down the hallway, before anyone could notice his bloodshot eyes and Allison quickly went to follow after him. When she reached the bedroom, she called out his name and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

"Shit! You scared me!", she gasped, as Billy appeared directly in front of her, stepping forward and backing her up against the door. "Are you mad at me?", she inquired anxiously, prompting him to shake his head. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?"

"No. I don't wanna talk.", Billy sighed, moving closer, until his face was only inches away from hers. "All I wanna do right now, is roll that dress up and fuck the shit out of you.", his voice was thick with desire as he licked his lips.

"Then what are you waiting for?", Allison asked, struggling to keep her breathing steady.

"Your permission.", he crooned, calmly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You have it-", the moment the words left her mouth, Billy reacted, grabbing her by the forearm and turning her to face the other direction.

She braced herself against the door, moaning softly as Billy's hands wandered down the sides of her body. He grasped the bottom of Allison's dress and lifted it up over her ass, holding it in place with one hand, while he used the other to pull down her panties, letting them fall around her ankles.

The sound of Billy's pants coming undone made her stomach flip, and Allison arched her back, spreading her legs apart as he positioned himself behind her. She squirmed in anticipation as he teased her, rubbing the tip of his shaft back and forth between her folds. Then without any warning he buried himself deep inside her, the sensation causing a low guttural sound to escape him.