IN WHICH mike and el's hormones cause them to grind on each other profusely...
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"grinding? haven't we done that?"
el furrowed her eyebrows, playing with her boyfriends hair. mike cringed,
"uh-i-yeah that's what that is."
mike and el had been watching television all afternoon on ted's recliner. there was a commercial segment that the boys dreaded, on the other hand, max and el were in love with it.
it would give 2 minutes worth of advice on different topics.
the topic was "how to get hot and heavy with your boyfriend!"
it absolutely disturbed mike when she talked about making out and gave specific words such as "heavy petting" it made him gag.
"you can always get sexual with your significant other without going all the way! that includes: sexually touching, groping, grinding and kissing."
el looked at mike, moving her hands to rest on her stomach,
"don't we do that mike? does that mean we're sexual-"
mikes eyes widened,
"uh-well y-yeah i guess...but it's uh normal...i hope-"
el giggled,
"but grinding? have we done that?"
"i suppose but not how she's d-describing..."
el's lips parted,
"then what is that-"
"that's foreplay"
el looked down. her and mike were so very close. el was getting desperate. she thought and asked,
"can we do that?"
mike choked,
"pardon? oh. we've done that. we've been using foreplay-"
el rolled her eyes and got on mike.
"mike but i want to touch you...and i any you to grind on me? is that how you say that?"
mike felt like his body was failing him. he felt his pants get tighter.
"e-el i- we cant do this here-"
el gripped mikes blue polo shirt,
"then let's go upstairs. no ones home."
el hopped off mike and dragged him up the stairs, holding his hands that were slightly bigger than hers.
she pushed him on the bed,
"mike get on top of me-"
"el i don't know what i'm doing!"
mike giggled.
el laughed,
"so what i don't either! just do what you think is right!"
mike got on top of el, smiling and looking into her eyes. before long, he started kissing her neck. el moaned loudly, making mike harder. he put his hand underneath her shirt, feeling her soft skin in his hands. el grabbed his hair, holding onto him. when she moaned his name, that threw mike over the edge. he put his hands beside her ears and rubbed himself against el's crotch. mike groaned. el grabbed onto mikes back, holding him tight, making mike go insane. mike continued to take his shirt off, feeling el's cold hands feel all over him. he lowered himself, his bottom half getting closer to hers. his breathing got heavier. mike felt her breath against his neck as she held him close. mike felt like screaming. he wanted to go a little further.
mike pulled up el's shirt, kissing her stomach. she laughed, pushing mike,
"that tickles!"
mike looked up, laughing,
"jeez okay!"
mike went back up and kissed el's lips. el kissed mikes neck shortly after, returning the favor and making him moan loudly. mike pulled up el's shirt, causing her to stop for a short minute. mike stared at el's chest, even though she still had a bra on mike got goosebumps. she smiled,
"l-like what you see?"
mike blushed in embarrassment, he went back and started kissing the top of el's chest, close to the top of her breasts. el's eyes widened. she's never felt like this before.
el pulled mike up.
"yeah?"
mike asked out of breath. el looked at him and looked down at his pants. mikes eyes met hers. they both smiled at each other.
mike tried assisting el on unzipping his pants until-
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
nancy slammed the door shut, still standing outside.
mike jumped off the bed,
"DONT YOU KNOCK?"
