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Jonathan is naked in the shower. It’s just after dawn on a Saturday morning at his house and Nancy just woke him up. She had showered before she woke him and told him he needed to get in the shower now so they could get going, so here he is, half asleep, soaping his chest and yawning.
They are supposed to go for a hike out by the old radio tower today, and make their way to the creek for a picnic. Nancy’s had bad spring fever and this is one of the first nice, warm weekends they’ve had since the snow started to melt and Hawkins thawed out. It sounds really nice and he’s looking forward to showing her this valley; he’ll have plenty of opportunities to take some pictures, maybe read a little.
It’s been nice spending the Winter holed up inside keeping each other warm, but she doesn’t have to prod him too hard to go out in nature and away from everything and everyone.
Not away from her though, of course. Ever since last Fall when they daringly closed a government lab and then returned to Hawkins, working together to rescue and then exorcise his brother, they’ve been inseparable.
In the midst of all of that traumatizing chaos, they also fell in love. Hard. They’ve been constant sources of comfort and support, helping each other through the dark memories, as only they can.
Not to say she doesn’t sometimes drive him insane; she’s determined when she wants something, but he can be stubborn, too. Ultimately, none of it matters because the core of their friendship is trust and respect. He can never stay mad at her. When she’s mad at him, he’ll (eventually) admit she’s right to be. If anything the terrible events they witnessed taught them to chose their battles, so they do. She’s his best friend and greatest inspiration.
She’s also sexy as hell. That doesn’t hurt.
Still half asleep he starts to think of last night. She had been riding him, pinching her nipples and moaning. At some point he had kissed her so deep, she had pulled away gasping for air, making a new whimper he had never heard. He mentally catalogues her sounds. If he could turn them into musical notes, she’d be a symphony of erotic noises; his favorite mixtape.
There was a time when these types of visions of Nancy in his shower were just wishful thinking. Fantasy. Now they are reality. The horrors they survived together drew them closer. It also made them less shy. They are slowly opening up to one another more and more, staying sexually creative and thinking of new ways to please each other. All of the kinky, sensual things he used to think of alone he rarely feels nervous sharing with her, when he’s ready; she is usually game and doesn’t shy away from sharing her own pleasureful thoughts. Whenever he allows himself to think of Nancy’s body, like he’s doing now, the result is the same - he has a raging hardon.
He turns off the shower, grabs a towel, and dries off quickly. He steps out of the shower, rubbing at his damp hair. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he steps into the hall. Will should still be at Mike’s, having had a sleepover with the guys for his belated birthday, and his mother should still be at Karen’s, sleeping in Nancy’s bed after Friday Wine Night with the girls - but just to be safe, he walks to the front door to check that his mom’s car is gone. Yep, gone. And then pads down the hall to Will’s room. Yep, they are alone. He heads to his bedroom to seduce his amazing, hot girlfriend. Hiking can wait a bit.
Opening the door to his bedroom, she’s still wrapped in her towel and is just getting up from his desk, having finished putting on her makeup and pinning her hair back at the nape of her neck. A few dark tendrils still fall around her face, framing her big, blue eyes. She drops her brush, mirror and makeup bag into her overnight bag. She pauses briefly to smile at him, clearly staring admiringly at his chest. “Hurry up and get dressed, sexy man.” She chirps at him. She must not have noticed what’s happening underneath his towel, as she walks over to the closet to sort through the small wardrobe she now keeps here.
He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, letting his towel fall open, exposing himself. She has her back to him standing at the closet and doesn’t see his lean legs splayed out as he strokes himself looking at her. He is a bit of a pervert he thinks, but who isn’t? And he’s only a pervert for her, because he’s in love with her and well... just look at her.
She drops her towel. He will never get tired of the sight of her beautiful bottom, the curves of her petite silhouette, her creamy, pale skin, those legs. She bends over to start pulling on a pair of light, silky panties. He lets out a shuddering breath that catches her attention. Without standing up, she looks over her shoulder at him, ass still up and pointed in his direction. ‘That little minx knows exactly what’s she’s doing,’ he thinks. Her eyes sparkle when she sees his engorged cock in his hand and she slowly stands up still smirking over her shoulder.
“Hey” He says in a deep, husky tone. His eyes narrowing with desire, trained on her. “Before you do that, why don’t you come over here for a sec. Wanna show you something.”
Once his eyes get that certain glint, her temperature rises. ‘God, he’s sexy.’ She thinks. She turns and walks toward him slowly, tossing her panties onto his dresser. She enjoys how his dark almond eyes are flicking all over her body and firing at her, with very clear intention. But who is the predator and who is the prey?
“Looks like you’ve got your hands full. Something I can help with?” Her naughty wit turns him on as much as her body. She steps between his legs, dropping her arms on his shoulders, as he reaches for her. He releases his cock and pulls her into him, his thick, warm hands on her ass, and begins to kiss her abdomen and breasts. She leans forward and rubs her thighs on his bobbing cock, dragging her hand down the front and pushing his heat firmly onto her, making him groan into her body.
He works his hands down to the back of her thighs and gently edges them apart enough for his cock to slide between them. She holds it there, tight enough to create hot friction as he presses up, in and out between the warm flesh of her thighs. She brings her hand around to the back to tease the tip when it comes through the other side. He moans and rolls his head side to side on her abdomen in ecstasy. His warm breath tells her everything she needs to know. Her other hand strokes her nails through his damp hair, increasing his pleasured groans.
She loves how sensual he is. Once he’s in this mode, the quiet, careful Jonathan most people know is replaced by this - a heaving, horny animal off it’s chain, unapologetically pulling at her ass cheeks and fucking her thighs.
She leans over, tipping his head back, pushing her nipple into his mouth; she reaches down his backside and digs her nails into his waist. She roughly drags her nails up his back causing him to twitch and bite down on her nipple. They both react with a snarl and growl. She’s off her chain now, too. One look down at his hungry, dark eyes, teething at her nipple, and her pussy floods with desire, her spine rolls in waves. Her lip curls and her mouth falls open in heated sighs.
Her nails come up to the back of his neck and she grabs his head, tipping it back further so she can lean over and kiss him hard and deep, just like he likes. He’s willingly at her mercy. His whimpers are in unison with the way he's gripping her hips, still slowly using her thighs. She loves when it’s her turn to drive, but she also likes to be driven.
He had an idea when her towel dropped so as soon as she releases her kiss he locks into her eyes with a long, hard stare, nipping more kisses from her lips. She holds and surrenders to his assault on her lips staring him back with an equal ferocity.
When she sighs and closes her eyes, he spins her around to face away from him, still holding her hip with one hand and sliding his hand between her legs.
She lets out a soft gasp, not sure what’s happening, but it turns into a moan when she feels his hand. She’s so wet already. His fingers push into her wet heat, first two, then three, still holding her by her hip. He knows that sound she makes well. He nudges her forward by her hip so he can close his legs and then brings her back, nudging her legs apart so she is straddling his thighs. She is spread wide and he hungrily fingers her, using his thumb to tease her asshole. He wishes he could see her face, but he’s learned her noises and twitches well enough by now to let his imagination fill in the blanks.
She’s ready, and he’s been ready.
“Sit on my cock” he says.
There’s a short beat where she registers what he’s asking, but she doesn’t stall. She loves that he thought of this. She’s excited. She bends over slightly putting one hand on his knee, and twists another arm back on to his hip, her sex crazed eyes catching his eyes for a brief glance over her shoulder. He’s holding his cock up, lined up underneath her as she lowers herself down. The added feel of her ass sliding down his abdomen makes his head fall back with a shudder and a shout.
She never gets tired of feeling how full he makes her. This angle is new and exciting; she wants to enjoy it for a moment. His arms come around her and he bites down on her shoulder snarling, pushing up into her with gentle need. She turns her head to meet his lips in a fevered kiss, flicking her tongue at his open mouth to trace his lips. He cups her breasts and pinches her nipples and she rolls her hips.
They never get tired of making each other feel hot and wanted. In this position, she can easily play with her clit, and does, as she begins to slide up and down his cock. He grips his warm hands onto her hips to help her, continuing to bite at the back of her neck and shoulders; it’s all driving them both insane.
He leans back on one elbow and watches her. Fucking watches her. He’s at her mercy; a toy, a device solely for her use and pleasure. His other hand is softly cupping and caressing her ass, one finger tracing the dip in her cheeks down to tease her asshole. She quivers every time he touches her there, extra aroused. They haven’t talked about that yet. Seems like there may be something to discuss.
She bends over further, placing a hand on his knee, still working her clit, and slams down onto his cock, letting herself go. He falls back onto both elbows so she can go crazy on him. The sight alone nearly makes him come, and he has to look away and drop his head back, eyes rolling back in his head; he’s panting in rhythm to the feel of her walls stroking his cock at every point.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Her shouts are synchronized with her heated slams onto his groin. She reaches between his legs to caress and tug on his balls. “Fuck, Nance!” He goes blind for a second. When he recovers, he responds by running a hand up her back and gently gripping the back of her neck. She responds by tossing her head back and slamming down with more intensity. She is teetering on the edge of insanity, losing herself with wild abandon.
He helps her ever so slightly by raising his hips and pushing down on her spine. A few more deep thrusts and she comes with a long, loud sustained shout. If they had close neighbors, they would’ve definitely heard that. When she knows they are alone at his house she will not hold back a single decibel. He fucking loves it.
He comes back forward holding her quaking body and kissing her neck. He loops his arms under her knees lifting her legs up beside her body and spreading her wide, bracing his hands on her shoulders. “Nancy, I need to fuck you hard baby so hang on” he whispers in her ear. She nods through heavy lidded bliss, turning her head to kiss him while her arms go back to hold onto his head. She’s delirious from her orgasm and completely surrendered to his will. He winds his arms around the front of her shoulders and laces his hands at the base of her neck as he starts to thrust up into her while they both grunt.
They are beyond any control now, a symphony of gasps and shouts; her over sensitive fuck hole reacts with another powerful, juicy orgasm, accompanied by another of her long, loud howls. He lives for that noise. He doesn’t last long, cumming with a full throated growl, releasing her knees and falling back on the bed with her on top of him. The towel beneath them is soaked.
They are both panting heavy and spent. He uses his last bits of energy to wrap his arms around her and roll them over onto their side, drawing up his knees tight to curl her into a protective fetal embrace. He slides out feeling warm cum oozing between their thighs. She sighs and reaches back to scratch at the back of his head, a reward, feeling his racing heartbeat as he pants and kisses at the back of her ear.
“Well that was new” she purrs.
“Mmmhmmm, like it?” He says, as if he really needs to ask.
She giggles and turns to look at him. They smile and kiss, knowingly.
“I think it’s gonna be a nice day.” He whispers into her ear, finishing with a kiss.
She replies, “I think we both need to shower again, first.”
They snicker and squeeze each other in tight.
Spring has sprung.