Forget Me Not | Madwheeler | Stranger Things | My Continuation

April 12

Max walked into class avoiding eye contact with the girl at the seat beside her. Of course she could have been nice and brushed off her hatred for the girl, but something inside her made her not want to push her luck. Of course she had been dating the girls ex boyfriend since March.

Max took her seat next to an empty chair in the back and placed her books at the front right corner. She sneakily checked her phone for any new messages and slid it back into her pocket. 'Why does he always take so long to get into the one class we have together?' She thought placing her head in her hand and etching something onto the desk with her pencil.

He walked in, sweaty from weight training and not wearing his school unifowhich he always took off before his 6th period. He was jaw dropping.  Max's face lit up when she looked up at the doorway as he walked through. She straightened her posture and shot him a smile which he immediately returned.  He trailed back to his seat, directly striding to the one beside Max.

"Hey'he said unintentionally wafting  breeze of cool air towards her as he sat down. She shivered, "Hi."

Sitting through class was hell when the hottest guy in the room is sitting beside you.  Its hard to focus, hard to listen, hard to breathe... its like having a 8 course meal next to you and having to try not to take a bite.
He was addicting like sugar and beautiful like snow. Max struggled to listen to her teacher as she drones on about something she probably should have listened to.

Mike blew on her necktrying to grab her halfway focused attention from the teachers lesson. "Maxineee" hr whispered. 'He never gets in trouble for this bs he pulls everyday she thought trying to refocus on the lesson. He reached his arm out to her chair wrapping his fingers tightly around the leg of the chair pulling it towards himself. "Ma-ax" he said looking at her halfway trying not to get noticed by the teacher. Max kept her focus not taking her eyes off the teacher once. He let go of the chair once he had pulled her close enough and placed his hand flat on her knee trying to jog a reaction.  Her eyes didn't flinch. He trailed his hand higher up her leg, slowly and smoothly.  She twitched at the cool touch of his fingers on her thigh. His hand reached the middle of her thigh before she reached down and caught it.

"Mike, quit it" she said squeezing his hand tightly. She secretly wanted him to keep going but stopped himself she wouldn't get distracted.  She had a 93 in this class and wasn't willing to make it drop any lower.

Mike smirked at her knowing how she really felt. He could read get like a book and wasn't afraid to take that into consideration  Max slowly let go of his hand and went back to taking notes. Mike hardly ever took notes,he knew he could just get them from her later that day.

Mike left his hand mid-thigh for a minute until he saw she was completely relaxed. Then he slid it higher tapping his fingers on her high shorts. Once he got as high as he could he slid his hand between her legs holding onto her thigh. Her thighs were like suction on his hand between her thighs she adjusted her posture, back straight, ankles crossed, and placed her head in herhands so he couldn't see her blushing. She couldn't get enough of his defiant nature.

He brushed her hair over her neck and whispered in her ear "You busy after this?" She smiled and ignored his request.

After the lecture she buzzed with interest, and rushed out the door the minute the bell rang the school day out. He didn't follow quickly after so she stopped at the door and lured him out with the bend of her index finger. He quickly collected his books and tried to catch up to her pace.

The two strapped on their book bags and rushed to the storage building. It was the first of many days like this to come.

Max placed her book bag just inside the door of one of the rooms, and closed the door behind Mike. Ot was pitch black, other than a few red lights from TV sets and the light from the small window on the door. Mike dropped his bag beside Max's and followed her forward.

Max lead him to a small room with shelving,  a chair and a countertop. The storage room for games and snacks. Max checked her phone, trying to stall and not make the first move and Mike scoped out the place looking for somewhere to start.

Max nervously set her phone face down on the shelving and stepped in Mike's direction.  She looked up at him with longing in her eyes. He looked back at her with an intensity nobody could deny was fatal.

He gripped onto her waist and pulled her closer. Her body bent and only her waist leant inward leaving her shoulders back. He leaned over her pushing her chin up with his index finger.

His lips sunk into hers and her head tilted sideways. She lifted her hand and grasped the back of his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss. Their mouths parted occasionally giving them a split second to try for air. It was intoxicating.

He tasted like something she had never tried before, anew flavor on the tip of her tongue.  He had no idea what she tasted like, or how to just pay attention to the taste of her lips, all he knew is he wanted her, as muchof her as he could grasp in that moment. And she was willing to give him it all.

As the kiss went on their hands traveled. Mike gripped at her waist and let his hand trail down to her base squeezing her, making the veins on his arms flex and pulse. She took small steps back and he followed until she hit into the wooden shelving. He protected her head by placing his hand behind it and stopped himself from falling over her, placing his hand above her,  gripping the highest shelf.

His build loomed over her casting an even darker shadow on her than the dark room had already created. She moved her hand to the front of his chest,  one gripping his short and the other on his neck. She could feel the movement of his jaw as he bit her lip and kissed her with more passion.

He tempted her more than ever, which gave her a sense of dominance that overtook her. She pulled off of him and pushed him back into a chair.  His knees buckled and his back hit the backrest of the chair leaving his arms by his sides and his legs spread. She immediately took control placing her hand on his shoulders and straddling him. His hands were drawn to her waist and her lips were drawn back to his.

She grasped the back of his head and tugged on his hair as he leaned forward into her.  She giggled and continued on letting her lips slide between his.

She felt something harden between her thighs as she pushed his fram back straight up on the chair. He hated that she could make him hard just off kissing him, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

Max held onto his neck and moved from his lips down to his neck, leeching onto him. She felt dominant and in control like she had never felt before. He bent over her again, rotating his hips so she could feel him. Mike couldn't control his urge and whispered in her ear, "i could fuck you right now Max." Her smile widened as she let her teeth sink into his neck softly. She wished he would just do her right then and there, but that would make her easy and a girl like her can't let her first time be in a school building.

She moved back up to his lips, leaving a small maroon mark on his lower neck near his collar bones. He continued to move his hips as she kissed him longer and softer. She settled down and rested her arms over his shoulders.  Letting go of hislips and allowing their eyes to meet. His eyes twinkled in the light beam from the doorway.

She leaned forward and let her headrest over his shoulder.  Out of breath and energy.  Loving him was a full time job and Max loved it.