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It’s a Saturday night. Billy’s lying in his bed, smoking a joint and listening to Slayer. Trying to drown out the dumb Teeny Bopper music that Max is playing downstairs. Neil and Susan are visiting grammy Mayfield. Max is having a party with her stupid little friends, getting drunk off cheap beer and shitty whiskey. Billy’s date for tonight canceled because she’s got the flu or something. She might have just chickened out. Maisey McDonald is a good girl , after all. It was kinda a roll of the dice hitting on her in the first place. Seemed like she might not put out. Whatever.


Billy fucked Max in the shower as soon as Susan and Neil took off. So he’s fine. He could go meet up with Tommy or something. But he’s tired and should probably make sure the house doesn’t catch on fire or something. Besides. Max is a slutty drunk. There’s no doubt in his mind that she’ll be crawling into his bed as soon as everyone else is passed out.


So Billy’s zoned out, staring at the ceiling, puffing away, thinking about the garage metal shows he used to go to back in Bakersfield. Shit was always wild. He’d get fall down drunk. Get a black eye or a nosebleed in the mosh pit. He’d fuck weird metal girls on dry, yellow grass, in clear view of the rest of the party. They usually drew an audience, with the way he’d make them scream.


His door creaks open. 


Huh. It’s a little early for Max to show up. There’s still music playing downstairs. Still people awake. Maybe it’s the Byers kid. The awkard little faggot who has a massive, obvious crush. Billy encourages it, throws the kid a bone every now and then. Closet cases keep their mouths shut. Small town gays are always desperate. Will’s not bad at sucking cock. Billy doesn’t mind jerking him off after. Will is pretty. He’s got a nice ass that Billy’s gonna fuck sooner or later. 


The door opens all the way. He sees soft brown hair and a narrow face. El’s wearing a dress tonight. It’s cute. Spaghetti straps and yellow flowers. It’s not slutty or anything, it comes down to just above her knees. Still. Billy’s not sure he’s ever seen her wear something so feminine before. Usually the kid walks around in baggy flannels and jeans that don’t fit. He assumed she was a lesbian before everything that happened a couple weeks ago. 


“Well, hello there.” Billy smiles. He flicks the smoldering tip of his roach into one of the half-empty glasses of Pepsi by his bed. “You lost? Bathroom’s across the hall.”


“I know.” She steps through the door and palms it shut behind her. “I’m not lost.”


Her cheeks are flushed and her hair is messy. She’s obviously drunk. She approaches his bed on steady enough feet that he’s not gonna feel too bad about this. He waits for her to come to him. He waits for her to sit on the edge of the mattress and just stare at him.


“Can I help you with something?” He raises an eyebrow. He wants to tease her before anything else happens. Right now she seems too sure of herself, too sure that he wants her. He’d rather have her off balance. That’s more fun.


“I want to see your penis.” She says it so casually. Like it’s normal.


“What?” He laughs. 


“I want to see it again. I want to touch it.”


“Shit. You’re pretty forward, aren’t you? What makes you think I’ll let you?”


“You will.” She shrugs. “You want to have sex with me.”


“I was real baked last time, sweetheart. I wouldn’t read too much into that. Like. No offense, but you’re not exactly my type. You’re scrawny.”


A sarcastic smile curls on her lips. It’s kinda creepy. It feels like she’s staring right through him.


“I don’t know why you’re lying.” She shifts, pulling her legs up onto the bed. Folding them halfway underneath her, facing him fully. “You liked touching me. You’re high right now. You want to touch me again.”


“What’s with you?” Billy sneers. “Like? You shouldn’t talk that way. It’s not cute.”


“I don’t care if it’s cute.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. 




He’s starting to get why Max is friends with this girl. They’re both little bitches who are way too full of themselves. At least Max gets dumb and slutty once he’s fucking her. He’s not sure that’s happening here. It’s not like he’s interacted with El much. He just knows there’s something off about her. She might be some sort of maniac. Shit, she might have gotten locked up for killing her parents in their sleep or something. She’s adopted. Chief Hopper’s problem now. 


God, that’s another thing that makes this a bad idea. Jim Hopper is definitely the sort of asshole cop who’d have no qualms about shooting Billy between the eyes and hiding the body. He would already if he knew what Billy did to his precious daughter. 


“You’ve been thinking about me while you touch yourself.” She says like it’s a fact. Like she knows for sure and it’s not a lucky guess. 


So what if Billy’s thoughts have slipped towards her pussy more than a few times since he got a taste? That’s only natural. It’s only human. 


“I’ve been thinking about you too.” She wets her lips. It’s a clumsy attempt at sexuality. She doesn’t act like Maxine. She doesn’t know how to move her body and arrange her expression just the right way to get Billy hard. 


But he’s getting hard anyway. There’s a sweet young thing in his bed all but begging to mess around. He’s not really gonna say no. She’s emphatically not deferring of backing down. He’s tolerated worse so-called personalities in the name of getting his dick wet. 


“Shit. All right. Come ‘ere.” He pats his lap.


El crawls forward on her hands and knees and settles on him, straddling his thighs. She drapes her arms around his shoulders. He kisses her. Predictably, there’s a heavy whiskey flavor lingering on her tounge, mixed with cigarette smoke. He didn’t know she smoked cigarettes. Max doesn’t. 


She moans softly when he runs his hands up her thighs, underneath her dress. He thumbs the edge of her cotton panties. She’s taller than Max, but she’s all skin and bones. She gives the overall impression of fragility. He’s gonna have to be careful with her. He’s not gonna be able to fuck her as hard as he wants to. Especially not this first time. 


He dips his hand between her legs. She’s fever warm. Her panties are already sticky. He rubs her clit through the thin fabric and she gasps. He keeps that up, gentle at first, then with a little more pressure. She kisses him again. Breathing heavy. Finally, he pulls her panties to the side. He dips his fingers down to where she’s slick and drags them back up. It doesn’t take a whole lot more before she tenses and her hips jerk. 


Not as quick as Max, but still not bad. He slides a finger in her, rubs her clit with his thumb. She’s easier the second time. He grins. 


“So what exactly do you want me to do?” He keeps pumping his finger into her. Making her whimper. “You just wanna come on my fingers some more. Touch my dick?”


“I want you to have sex with me.”


“This is sex, baby.”


“I want your penis inside of me.”


“Please stop saying penis.”


“OK.” She giggles. “I want you to put your dick in me.”


“You sure? You’re a virgin, right?”


“You’ll be good at it.”


Jeez. Pragmatic little thing, huh? She’s not wrong, though. He’s a much better choice than any of the idiot sophomore boys she and Max hang out with it she’s looking for a fun time. Billy’s fucked plenty of virgins, with very few complaints. Hell. He fucked Max before Lucas got there. 


“Yeah. I’m great at it.” He licks up the side of her neck. Slips another finger in her. She squeezes down around him almost immediately. “I’ll take good care of you, babygirl. All you gotta do is relax.”


After she comes again, he withdraws his fingers. He pulls the dress up over her head and flips her over onto her back. She’s not wearing a bra. She doesn’t need one. He wants to rip her panties but he doesn’t. He just takes him off and tosses them on the floor. He gets his tongue on her clit to distract her while he slowly works a third finger in. She’s a glove at least a few sizes too small. He’s worried about ripping her. At least she’s dripping wet. She’s moaning and grinding against his face. Maybe he should be worried about the noise. But the music is loud. It’s perfectly plausible that El passed out in Max’s bed and he’s had some other girl in his room since before the party started. 


Max will probably know. He doubts anyone else will suspect. If Max didn’t want him to fuck El, she shouldn’t have let him get so close to it. Besides. Max fucked Tommy about a month ago while Billy was passed out in the bed next to them. He woke up when she was coming on Tommy’s dick. There’s a difference between a threeway and one on one. Billy’s still pissed about it. Payback’s a bitch. 


He gets the third finger in and he gets El to relax around it after she shudders through another orgasm. He fucks her slow and careful, still lapping at her clit. Her pale skin is flushed and her legs won’t stop trembling. She’s clutching at the sheets. Completely wrecked and they haven’t even started the main event. 


There’s a little wet spot on the bed underneath them. Billy figures she’s as ready as she’s gonna be. He sits back and pulls his fingers out. He strips off his shirt and his jeans. She sits up and reaches out to touch his cock. It’s more curious than with any real intention. She just runs her fingers over it. Strokes it lightly. Billy hisses. 


“Don’t fuckin’ tease me like that, Jesus.”


He pushes her back down on the bed. Maybe a little harder than he means to. He leans over her, supporting himself on one arm and rubs the head of his dick against her clit, getting ready to slip inside her.  


She slaps his shoulder. 




“Aw, c’mon baby. I’m clean. I just got tested.” Billy lies with a smile on his face. Damn. Usually virgins don’t think to bitch about that. 


“I don’t take pills like Max does.”


“I’ll pull out.”


“Put on a condom, or I’m leaving.”


“OK, OK. Fine.” Billy tugs open the drawer on the night stand and grabs a lubed condom. He hates wearing one. Hates the feeling of constrictive rubber on his skin. But he tears the foil and rolls it on, grimacing. 


Then he gets on top of her again. He lines the tip of his cock up against her slick pussy. 


“Lemme know if it hurts. Or if you want me to stop,” he makes himself say. Because he doesn’t want her to run crying to Max about the pain, or him forcing her. That would put him in some boiling hot water. He doesn’t even wanna think what would happen if she had a meltdown and told Hopper. 


El nods, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. Billy holds his cock steady and presses forward. He pauses after the head is in. She’s so fucking tight. Seems like he shouldn’t even fit. He’s dizzy with it. He wants to be all the way in her so badly. 


“You good?” He asks, voice strained. Dear god he’s about to snap. 


“It’s big,” El murmurs. That’s not a stop. So Billy isn’t going to stop. 


He rocks forward slowly as he can, edging further into her. She’s moaning. It’s hard to tell if it’s a good noise or a bad one. He rubs his thumb across her clit, hoping that might help her relax. It seems to. He feels her twitch. The noises get softer, breatheir. 


He’s about halfway in when she grabs his shoulders. She digs her nails in, and gasps, and she’s clenching around him. It actually punches the air from his lungs. She squeezes so hard. She’s so narrow already. 


“Fuck,” he groans. 


He deserves a medal for not slamming all the way into her. He can’t help sinking in deeper. He’s still careful. Goes as slow as he can make himself go. He keeps rubbing her clit. She tugs him down into a kiss. She’s whimpering and whining. She’s starting to rock back against his thrusts like a greedy little slut. 


“Feel good, babygirl?” He murmurs against her lips. 


“Yes,” she barely whispers. 


“Think you can take more?”


“Uh huh.”


He works them up to a normal speed. He’s all the way in. His heart is racing. His skin feels too tight. He’s into this. Like. Even bad sex is still sex, but this isn’t bad. It’s pretty fuckin’ good, if he’s being real about it. The chemistry is there. The electricity crackling between them. The achy heat everywhere they’re touching. 


He can only imagine what it would be like if he could let loose. Fuck her into the mattress. Make her shriek, and writhe, and come so hard he ruins her for anyone else. Maybe he can make her like Max. Always eager. His perfect whore. Maybe he could fuck both of them together and separately and make it so he gets a taste of at least one or the other every day of the week. 


Billy knows he’s kinda messed up. He’s been sent to enough school counselors and court-ordered anger management to have an idea about why. He’s been on a bad road since Neil walked in on one of his old girlfriends jerking Billy off and proceeded to give Billy a black eye about it. He was like. Ten? Billy knows he’s messed Max up. He’s messing El up right now. He doesn’t feel guilty about it. He just knows it like a fact, like the sky is blue and water is wet. He knows that he’s poison and he ruins everything he touches. He knows that people get addicted to him, because he hurts so good, like a drug or a shot of whiskey. He knows he’s probably gonna die young or end up in jail. Because he thinks with his dick, and does whatever feels good, and doesn’t give a shit about much else. 


If he’s not fucking, or fighting, or partying, he doesn’t feel anything at all. He walks around like a ghost. Lights are on but nobody’s home. 


El is coming again. It’s just as intense as the last time. Billy’s real close all of the sudden. He probably thrusts a little too hard. Too deep. El squeals. It doesn’t matter. He’s groaning and pulsing inside her. He’s high as a goddamn kite on the rush of it. 


He pulls out. Ties the condom off and throws it in the general direction of the garbage can. He flops down on his back next to El and reaches for pack of Marlboro 100’s on the nightstand. 


“Can I have one?” El squirms closer, pressing up against him. 


He hands over a cig and sparks up another for himself. It’s not quiet. There’s still heavy guitar and drums banging out of his record player. He’s never sure what to say after the fact. Usually he says the wrong thing. He’s got a special knack for spitting out the exact phrases that people don’t want to hear. 


“You should let Max put some makeup on you or something. You’d be pretty.”


“I’m pretty now.” She blows smoke in his face. 


“You look like a boy.”


“You like boys too.”


“Excuse me?” Billy turns to look at her. 




“What did that little shithead tell you? He’s lying. I’ll kick his ass.”


“He didn’t tell me.” She raises an eyebrow. “He disappears when we drink here and you’re home. Just like I did tonight.”


“Whatever. I’ve never touched him.”


“You lie a lot.” It’s not an accusation so much as it’s a statement. 


He doesn’t like that. Part of him maybe respects it. But he doesn’t like it. 


“If you’re gonna be a bitch you can get lost. I’m not letting you sleep in here or something.”


“I’m sleeping with Max.”


“OK. So scram.”


“Not yet.” She smiles. “I want to smoke weed. Then we can have more sex.”


“Jesus, you’re a slut.”


“I was a virgin half an hour ago. You’re just mean.”




Billy does have another joint rolled. After he finishes his cig, he lights it. He lets El take a few puffs, because she’s there, and she’s still naked, and he wouldn’t hate fucking her again.