Every Bittersweet Step

Chapter 3

****Sydney's POV****

I felt a wave of butterflies taking over. I couldn't believe what I was about to do, but at the same time I was excited. Steve Harrington is sitting next to me fucking shirtless, his sexy hairy chest and all on full display... And I'm supposed to be here like a good girl?! Hell no. I mean, we're already sitting here getting stoned in his backyard. Would he be really mad if I did it... I'm gonna kick myself if I don't do it. Lucy will lose her shit. I swallowed hard as I looked at him. He was absolutely beautiful in the soft glow of the pool lights. He took a puff and tipped his head back, holding for a bit before blowing a puff of smoke into the cool night air. I bit my lip as I felt goosebumps form along my skin. Do it, Syd. Do it.

"Steve... May I try something on you?" I asked as I sat up.

He looked at me and passed the joint over, "That depends..."

"On?" I asked as I felt my stomach drop like an elevator in a scary movie.

"Does it include me getting up?"

I grinned, "Depends on how good of a job I do..."

He raised an eyebrow and I decided to just go for it. I grabbed the joint and took a huge hit before moving to straddle his lap. Steve looked at me with wide eyes. Am I nervous? Absolutely, I'm a lot of things. But I'm not a punk bitch. His eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. I could feel him getting hard, his cock was pushing against my thigh rubbing against the material of my shorts and his pants. I couldn't speak or tell him to relax, so I moved fast. I gently grabbed his jaw and leaned forward almost to kiss him as I blew smoke into his mouth. I felt him grab my hips and pull me closer to him. A small moan escaped my lips as I felt his cock pressing at the fabric of my shorts even more so than before. I pulled away a bit but he grabbed my jaw and in one swift movement he crashed his lips to mine, wrapping an arm around my waist to bring me as close to his chest as he could. I wrapped an arm around his neck and moaned against his lips before letting my hips grind against his for a moment. He groaned against my mouth as I bit his lip and tugged back.

"I've imagined this happening an unhealthy amount of times..." He grinned as he pressed his forehead to mine.

I smiled, "Me too, Steve..."

"SYDNEY, WAKE UP! I DON'T LIKE THIS!"

I began to shake and couldn't stop. I gasped and started to freak out, I opened my eyes to find Lucy shaking me awake. I WAS DREAMING? Yet again my heart and my brain team up to make me think I was actually about to fuck Steve... By the pool this time. I sighed, disappointed when I finally tuned into what Lucy was going on about.

"WE ARE GONNA BE LATE!" She yelled, "And stop dreaming about my brother. Jesus Christ. You moaned! And you said his name! Ya nasty! Have those dreams at your house not mine! I am forced to live with the guy! Do you know how many times he has come into my room, stared at me, flipped me off, and left without closing the door?!"

"You are an asshole. WE WERE DRY HUMPING AND MAKING OUT AND YOU-"

"Hurry up, ladies!" Steve yelled.

"Yes sir." I mumbled as I reached for my clothes from yesterday, "Whatever you say."

"SYDNEY!!"

"Don't act surprised!" I smiled, "And we both know if anything ever did happen between him and I, I'd wear the pants... Actually. No. There would be no pants. Ever."

"PLEASE SHUT UP! OH MY GOD." She yelled.

We hurried to get ready, shoving one another the whole time. Just as we got our bags Steve swung the bedroom door open.