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The cherry of his smoke burned bright as Eddie inhaled, glowing brightly in the gathering dark as he leaned against the rough trunk of a tree that bordered the Cunningham’s yard.

 The light in Chrissy’s window still burned, even though she’d unlocked the sill and pushed the sash up. Her pink curtains blew in a spring breeze that refused to be warm.  Her parents had left for their Wednesday night Bible study that Chrissy wasn’t invited to, and they wouldn’t be back until nearly midnight, which meant Wednesday nights were for him and Chrissy. No cheer practice, not much homework, and an empty house.

He shifted so he could see into her second-floor bedroom better. He snorted smoke through his nose as Chrissy paused in front of the window and pulled her shirt off, revealing her breasts in all their glory.

A chuckle escaped him. She knew he was out here, waiting, and couldn’t resist toying with him.

How had he ever thought her stuck up? Chrissy was a freak like him, and he loved her for it. Someday he might even tell her that.

Chrissy pulled a plain white nightgown over her head and disappeared from view. The light in her room blinked out, making heat settle low in his belly. Fuck, he could hardly wait, but he had to. He usually waited at least an hour after her light went off so she’d be completely asleep when he crawled up the tree beside her house and into her room.

Anticipation made his dick throb.

He still barely knew how they’d stumbled into this, but fuck it worked. He’d creep silently into her room, where she’d lay under her pink comforter on her pink canopy bed and set things in motion to make everything perfect for her.

It’d started with what was supposed to be a study session, but Eddie couldn’t come in the front door. Chrissy’s parents might have resigned themselves to the fact she’d broken up with Jason, but they’d never let the likes of Eddie anywhere near their daughter. So he’d snuck into her room. One time she’d been asleep by the time he’d been able to meet up with her, and since they’d kissed a few times already he’d dared to wake her up with one. Chrissy had beamed like the princess she was and things had just escalated from there.

He liked being in control of the situation, being able to get everything just right while Chrissy slept. It was easier, somehow, he felt freer to do what he wanted. It was like his campaigns, he wanted everything to be set just so, but it only really worked perfectly when the players didn’t know what was coming.

Eddie dropped his cig and stomped it out, then lit another.

The best part, for both of them, was the moment Chrissy’s eyes fluttered open. She adored catching herself mid fuck, and loved getting to that part with no anxiety or body issues. They made out and sometimes slept together like normal, and that was always amazing, but their Wednesday nights were something darker, something special between them that nobody else had.

At least nobody they knew. It turned out there were big words for what they did that were accompanied by a lot of psychobabble that probably only made sense to a shrink. He didn’t care about any of that, he just wanted to make things perfect for his Chrissy. She deserved it with all the pressure heaped on her.

He knew someday that pressure would push her right out of Hawkins and she’d find herself in New York or Los Angeles, somewhere with other people that shone as bright as she did.

He’d still be here, probably following right in his uncle’s footsteps. Eddie has made peace with that a long time ago. That he even got to bask in a little of Chrissy’s light was more than he deserved. What they did now needed to last a lifetime because he’d never be able to fly so close to the sun again.

Night deepened. Somewhere an owl hooted, and dogs barked in the distance. A neighbor’s car slowly drove up to a house down the street. It parked and the distant sound of the driver’s wife giving him hell for stopping at the bar on the way home carried through the cold night air.  

Shit, what miserable assholes. How did unhappy people stay together for so damn long? You had to fit together to make a relationship last. Even with his lack of experience with long-term anything, he knew that much. It made him wish he could spend years and years right beside Chrissy, finding out all the ways they complemented each other. Like he hated pickles, but she’d always eat them off his burger. Little things like that made up a good life.

He hated that he could see that future unspool, despised how it played on repeat in his head. Those dreams would one day hit a brick wall, but that day hadn’t come yet, so Eddie let them trickle through his mind. They were good dreams of laughter, sticky-fingered babies who looked like Chrissy, and playing with the guys on Saturday afternoons while kiddos ran around in the yard screaming and jumping through the water sprinkler.  

He stamped out his second cig and stuck his hands in his pockets.

It was still too early, she wouldn’t be fast asleep enough in her white nightgown. He could hardly wait to crawl through her window and pull the covers back. Chrissy’s strawberry-blonde hair would be mussed on her pillow and the hem of her nightgown would have ridden up to expose her long legs. One of the best parts was always when he carefully turned her on her back and pushed her night clothes up around her hips. She always wore the same panties for him, demure little things with Wednesday printed on them. Chrissy wore them all day, she’d shown him once in the school bathroom between classes.

He'd had to skip the rest day.  How the hell could he concentrate on anything after that?

In his dreams, he got to see her panties for every day of the week.

He waited as the minutes dragged by, each heartbeat a century, with his eyes on the dark square of Chrissy’s open window.

It was only another twenty minutes, but if she asked, he’d wait for her forever.

****

“Chrissy, wake up.”

Eddies soft voice in her ear slowly drew her towards consciousness, only she was having the most lovely dream about … about …

Her eyes flew open to meet Eddie’s gaze. His brown eyes were hazy with lust and the sound in her room, the wet obscene sound of him fucking her, woke her the rest of the way up. She gasped and groaned, her back arching off the bed as pleasure coiled tight low in her belly.

This was her favorite part, waking up to him taking care of her. This is the moment she spent all week waiting for.

“Eddie,” she moaned, sweeping one of her hands up his arms to trace the tattoos on his chest.

“There you are.” He nuzzled her temple.

Despite the overwhelming bliss hurtling her towards orgasm, she tried to put together the pieces of what she’d woken up to. Her legs were pushed apart haphazardly on the bed, her gown was pushed up to expose her breasts, and her nipples were tight and wet. He must have been sucking them.

Her pussy sounded drenched. How had she slept through becoming this turned on? It wasn’t going to take much more for her to come.

Eddie’s skin was bare under her hands. He didn’t have a stitch on. Just the way she liked him. Chrissy slid her hand down the flexing muscles of his bare back.

“You were making the cutest little noises and holding your breath. I didn’t want you to sleep through the best part.”

“You are the best part.” She pressed her nose against his neck, inhaling his smoke and outside scent. His dick jerked inside her and he groaned. “And you’re a magician. I’m so close.” Her eyes drifted closed as she sank heavily against the mattress. Every thrust and grind of her hips drove her nearer the edge. The pressure on her clit …

Wait.

Her hand fumbled for her hip, feeling the cloth of her panties still in place. “You didn’t take off my underwear?”

“They’re too cute.”

She nipped at the corner of his jaw.

“Do you have all the days?” His voice was deeper and far gravellier than she thought the question deserved. She was saving up to buy a bright red bra and pantie set she’d seen at Mervyn’s, thinking he’d like it, and here he was asking about her day-of-the-week undies.

She kissed the corner of his mouth “I have the whole set.”

Eddie groaned and his cock jerked again. He paused his thrusts, panting, his weight partially on her, the press welcome. “You need to come soon,” he ground out between gritted teeth.

She hummed a noncommittal noise. With one hand she caressed his hip, squeezing the tense muscle before working her hand between their bodies. Eddie’s eyes closed and his head tilted forward. Chrissy liked to make him flustered. He took such good care of her and made these nights perfect. She didn’t even have words for how good it felt to wake up under him, her body already singing from his touch. No overthinking, no hang-ups about her stomach or thighs, just bliss and Eddie.

Her fingers wormed down to where her panties were shoved to the side. Chrissy brushed the tip of one across her sensitive clit, making herself shudder with pleasure. Biting her lip she reached further down, tracing where her body stretched around Eddie’s hard cock.

He groaned. “Chrissy!”

“Easy, big guy.” She nipped his earlobe and he let out a moan both pained and pleasured. It turned into a hiss as she teased her nails over his shaft. Her fingers passed over the slight bump of the rolled end of a condom. “Thank you for this,” she murmured.

“Of course.” The puzzlement in his voice charmed her. “That’s what we agreed on?” Could he get any sweeter?

“You know well enough—”

Eddie interrupted her. “Don’t want to talk about anyone else right now. This is my show, I’m in control, and I say—” He paused and kissed her. “I say that I would never do anything to betray your trust.” He kissed her hard, his tongue fierce as it claimed her mouth. It overwhelmed her, drowning her with its rough claiming. He let go a moment later. Chrissy gasped for breath. “Now come, princess.”

Chrissy did as she was told. Her finger found her clit, pressing first against it bare, but then she tugged her panties over it, rolling her hips up at the delicious friction.

With a hiss, Eddie bucked, quickly finding a fast, steady rhythm that hit just the right place inside her.

He knew her so well.

The heat in her belly turned molten as her muscles tightened. She tried to keep her eyes open, tried to watch Eddie’s face with its tender and fierce expression, but the pleasure became too much, or maybe it was exactly enough. Her lids closed as the ecstasy took over. The orgasm hit like a summer thunderstorm, fierce and blinding, the rolling thunder of her bliss echoing through her. Blood rushed in her ears and all that was left was Eddie, his scent, and his weight bearing her down into the mattress.

It was like waking all over again as her channel pulsed through the aftershocks of her orgasm.  Chrissy sucked a deep breath into her lungs. Eddie’s soft moans and the wicked sound of their bodies colliding filled her ears.

“Back on earth?” he asked. She nodded, bringing her hand wet with her juices to her mouth because she needed to taste something. “Fuck, Chrissy. That’s my girl.”

It was his turn to close his eyes. He thrust deep, his rhythm lost as he came, cock jerking in her channel. She clamped her inner muscles, holding him tight as he groaned out her name.

He settled down, not quite on top of her, softly kissing her neck until his breathing had quieted.   

“I hate this part,” she said when he finally shifted.

 He paused, one hand braced beside her and the other anchoring the condom. “I don’t want to leave either.”  He pulled out, wincing. Chrissy didn’t feel empty, exactly, it was more the loss of anticipation. She had to wait a week to be with him again. It felt like forever.

She needed more. More than the stolen hours in the woods, more than secret nights. She wanted all of him. It might take her a lifetime to get enough.

Sometime soon she’d tell him that, tell him all her dreams of a little house and holidays spent decorating it as a family. She wanted to watch his band play at the bar and just have a life that belonged only to them. Road trips to the ocean or mountains, and years spent finding out every single thing that turned him on.

He returned, his jeans already back on. With gentle hands, he rightened her panties.

“These are soaked.” He pet her mount through the cloth. “Leave them on to remind you I was here.” As if the soft ache of her pussy wasn’t reminder enough. She’d still feel him when she sat down on the hard chairs in first period tomorrow. Eddie righted her nightie and tucked her under the covers. She couldn’t help how her lower lip snuck out. “None of that.” He cupped her face and trailed his thumb across her pout.

“I want to see you sleep,” she said, sneaking out the tip of her tongue to lick at his thumb. And she didn’t want this to end. When she woke up in the morning, she’d go down to face her mother. Her father would already be out the door to work, not that she blamed him. Thursday morning would be half a grapefruit and a rehash of the bible study her parents were currently attending.

Chrissy had learned to worship in a different way on Wednesday nights.

Eddie finished dressing. He leaned down for a quick kiss. “I’ll see you at school?”

“I’ll be there.”

He turned off the lights and threw a leg over her sill. Eddie paused and his lighter clicked to life, highlighting his face for one last moment as he lit a smoke.

Then he was gone.

It always took her much longer to fall asleep after he left.

****

Eddie’s head ached and the rattling of his van over the pockmarked road to the high school. He could barely hear the radio over the pounding in his skull.  He’d spent most of the night nursing a joint and reliving his time with Chrissy. She’d been so soft and warm under her quilt. That moment when she’d opened her eyes and met his gaze, when she’d become aware of who pleasured her, had been sweeter than homemade apple pie.

Sweeter than his own breath.

He lived the entire week for those few seconds when she blinked up at him and realized Eddie had sucked on her sweet titties and rubbed her little clit until her body opened for him as she raced towards completion.

Fuck, couldn’t it be Wednesday again?

At least he had Friday night’s campaign to look forward to.

He parked the van, pushed any messing feelings to the side because his friends needed him not to be a love-sick mess, and stepped out of the van, slamming the door behind him.

Students crowded the front of the school, but he still immediately picked out Chrissy’s bright hair. She had a light green twin-set on over a knee-length white skirt. She looked so innocent. If only the assholes surrounding her knew the kinds of dirty things she liked.

Chrissy said something to the brunette girl next to her. At least Jason was nowhere in sight. Eddie didn’t think he could deal with that jerkwad this early in the morning. He couldn’t get it through his thick skull that Chrissy was done with him.

Eddie rubbed at his eyes as he trudged like the walking dead towards class. When he blinked his gaze back into focus he realized he’d lost sight of Chrissy. Dammit.

“Hey,” her soft voice beside him nearly made him jump out of his skin.

He looked down at her. “Uh, hi.”

A little wiggle and tug at his pocket and she was gone, waving and moving towards another friend in the mass of students.

He waited, the knowledge that Chrissy had put something in his pocket weighing down that side of his jacket like lead shot.

Eddie flopped into his seat and immediately shoved a hand into his pocket. There was paper and … cloth?

He pulled out the paper.

I told everyone I have to study over lunch, please return these to me in the small study home next to the biology lab at that time. (If you want)

It was signed with a heart and the letter ‘C’.

He couldn’t breathe as he glanced around to make sure Gareth and Mike weren’t paying attention to him. The coast clear, he carefully pulled a corner of the fabric in his pocket out just far enough to identify it.

‘Thursday’ was printed all over the pair of panties he held.

Eddie shoved his hand back in his pocket and coughed. She’d been wearing a skirt, that he now knew she was bare underneath.

Concentrate, he had to concentrate on school so he could graduate.

The memory of Chrissy’s gorgeous wide blue eyes opening and kindling with recognition played on repeat in his skull. She saw him like nobody else did.

On Wednesdays, and now maybe Thursdays … that still left five other days’ worth of panties he wanted to claim. Then he’d buy her a new pack.

For now, he had to wait, again, but at least now his headache was gone, and he felt more awake than if he’d drank ten cups of coffee.

Still not as good as Wednesdays, but Thursdays might now be his second favorite day of the week.

The End