Cant handle the truth

Chapter one

Joyce Byers was frustrated, really frustrated, ready to crawl out of her own skin with it. The source of her frustration? Well, half of it was down to her boyfriend, Bob Newby.

Bob was probably the most gentle man she'd ever met, maybe a little too gentle. He treated her like she was made of fine china, fragile. While at first it was nice, having someone taking care of her. But now it was getting annoying. She wasn't fragile. She'd been through more than Bob could ever imagine.

Another problem was in the bedroom. Again he treated her like she was fragile, like she would break if he so much as breathed to hard. She might as well be having sex with a ghost, for all she felt. She never reached orgasm. Normally that wouldn't be such a big problem, she could always take care of things herself. But for the last few months she'd been unable to reach orgasm. She'd spend ages fingering her pussy, rubbing her clit until it hurt, but climax eluded her. She got close to the edge, but could never go over it. It was a very frustrating situation, one not helped by the presence of Jim Hopper.

Her feelings for Hopper were complicated to say the least. They'd been through a lot together. He'd been the only one to, eventually, believe her about Will being alive. They'd tracked down Eleven's mother, discovered the truth about Hawkin's lab and traveled into the Upside Down together.

Hopper had saved Will's life down there. He kept the press and gossips at bay. Since then he'd been there when

Joyce needed someone talk to. She told him all her worries and fears. He came to the appointments at the lab. He was her best friend, the only person she could really be herself with. She couldn't imagine her life without.

He was also a very attractive man. Tall, rugged and sexy, especially in his uniform. And as for his eyes. Sometimes he looked at her and it was like Niagara Falls down there. He'd been he main star of her masterbation fantasies until she started dating Bob. It felt too much like cheating. But lately, everytime she was around Hopper she was constantly thinking about sex. Not the delicate, lovemaking she got from Bob, but hard, sweaty sex.

"Are you alright Joyce?" Hopper asked, looking worried.

She jumped, realising she'd been staring into her coffee cup for the last ten minutes.

"I'm fine." she said. No, I'm not. I'm horny and I want you so much I can' think straight.

He wasn't convinced. "Are you sure? Because if there's something wrong you can tell me. You can tell me anything."

He put his hand over hers and she gasped. His touch was electric, little lightning strikes going straight to her groin. Panicking, she grabbed the cups and ran to the sink with them. She took a couple of deep breaths trying to calm herself.

God! She was so horny! Her pussy was wet and swollen. Her breasts tingled, the nippled poking through her shirt. She wanted to fuck Hopper so badly, but it couldn't happen. She wouldn't be a cheat. She'd sworn long ago she would never put anyone through what Lonnie had put her through with his infidelity. She never thought it ?would be this hard, though.

Hopper stepped up behind her. She could feel the heat from his body. She fought the urge to lean back against him.

"Joyce" he said softly. "I know something's wrong. Tell me! Don't shut me out now."

He put his hands gently on her arms. She jumped away from him. He stared in shock.

"What the..?" he stopped, taking in her flushed face, shallow breaths, her nipples like bullets.

His eyes darkened. He quickly licked his own lips. She could practically feel his tongue on her nipples. Something inside her finally snapped. She jumped on him, kissing him with all the passion she'd kept damned up. She didn't care about Bob, that she was doing what she'd sworn she'd never do. All she cared about was having Hopper's cock inside her, filling her up.