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You held your cheerleader sweater closer to your body as you knocked on the familiar trailer door. The early spring air was chilly and you had forgotten your jacket in the car. It was odd for a Hawkins High Cheerleader to be seen at Forest Hills trailer park, but you usually weren’t here in your uniform. Cheer practice had run late today because Cindy Jacobs had fallen off of the top of the pyramid and had broken her leg. After she was taken out of practice in an ambulance, everyone was held behind to be screamed at by your coach for not practicing teamwork. You decided to skip going home to change, making a beeline to his house instead. You had some business to attend to.
The door opened and Eddie Munson stood before you in just a band t-shirt and ripped jeans. He smiled at you before he ushered you inside and the two of you headed down to his room. He had a movie paused on the TV and looked to be in the middle of rolling a blunt.
“What can I do for you today, sweetheart?” He asked, flipping open his black lunch box. “Or are you here to just keep me company?”
Your stomach did a little flip flop. You loved it when he called you that.
“Need some Molly for a friend.” You replied, not knowing if you were allowed to sit on his bed or not. It looked pretty stained, so you opted to just stand. You pulled a crumbled up twenty dollar bill out of your cheerleader sweater, holding it out to him as you tried not to make it obvious that you were checking out his space. “How much do I get for twenty?”
His face fell slightly, like he was disappointed you were just here for a sale, but it was just for a few seconds, so you were sure you were just seeing things. He took the money from your outstretched hands.
Every time you have been here, you notice something different about his room. Handcuffs on the wall, a guitar on his dresser, a full ashtray on his bedside table, Tolkien books moving around to different spots as he cycled through the books again and again, but today you noticed an unopened box of condoms next to his full ashtray.
“For twenty?” He rooted around his box, finding his plastic baggy of party pills. “Four tabs.”
You knew molly was way more expensive than that, but you didn’t argue, taking the small baggy of pills. You had promised your friend Sam you’d get her some for Steve Harrington’s big rager this weekend, being that she was too chicken shit to talk to Eddie herself and he tended to give cheerleaders discounts.
“You, uh, you wanna help me smoke this?” He asked shyly, as he licked the brown paper of his blunt.
Your face heated up, Eddie never asked you to stay, you usually did your business together and he saw you out after you briefly nerded out about something. But today, you noticed the way he looked at your uniform. You saw his eyes drag themselves up and down your legs, you noticed the little smile that played on his face. You didn’t know if Eddie ever looked at you like this, but you were hyper aware of it today and it made you more excited than it did nervous.
It was no secret that Eddie had a soft spot for cheerleaders. He never hid it either. He let them go by him in the lunchroom while he was mid tirade, he never included them when he went after sports teams during his rants, and he let them rob him blind during his drug transactions, like what just happened to you just now. He had so much of a soft spot that you knew he was fooling around with Chrissy Cunningham while she helped him finally graduate this year. Girl code told you that you needed to be out of his bedroom by now, but you decided to stay. What Chrissy didn’t know, wouldn't kill her.
It shocked the entire team when Chrissy came back from spring break and declared Eddie Munson off the table to the squad. Jason was old news, with her breaking up with him on the first day back and Eddie was now in her sights. Nobody was ever going to go for him or fight her for him, except for maybe you, but Chrissy was staking her claim and you would need to back off. She was the head cheerleader and while you were probably the only one on the team with a gymnastics background, that didn’t mean you had any weight when it came to the hierarchy of the cheer squad.
She had gone into detail with you over the phone about how Eddie had hooked her up with Special K after the basketball championship game right before Spring Break because she was having second thoughts about Jason and just wanted to zone out. He helped her snort it off of her hand, then they made out together on his couch. It was decided then, Jason was dead to her and she was determined to make Eddie her new boyfriend. It was the first of many nights together that week where she would go to the trailer under the gauze of helping him study and she would spend the entire time attached to his lips instead. She’d go into vivid detail about how good he was with his tongue in her mouth and she’d complain about how he was such a gentleman, but she wished he’d just tear her clothes off already. She kept going on and on about how hot he was, how cool it was that he was in a band, going on and on about how it was stupid that everyone treated him like he was a zit on society. You tried to be happy for her, but really you just seethe with rage.
For years you were told by various members of the cheer squad that talking to Eddie Munson was social suicide and would get you kicked off the team if you were found fraternizing with him. Yet, Chrissy just got a pass because she was the cheer captain now and nobody could take her uniform. You had a secret crush on him for years, a crush you bit down to keep the cheer captains happy and to stay on the squad. He even tried to recruit you for Hellfire Club when he found you reading The Hobbit in the library your freshman year, but you were told you had to choose the dice or the pom poms. You felt so stupid now. Played like a fiddle. So, when Eddie Munson offered you that blunt, you took it. You were graduating in a few months anyway, if they took your uniform, it didn’t matter to you anymore.
“I don’t really know how to smoke it.” You replied with a blush as you sat down with him on his bedroom floor. “You know I always buy your eatables.”
Eddie’s eatables were amazing. Not only did they make you high, but they made you horny too. Not that you had anyone to get the sexual tension out with, but you spent hours just rubbing yourself thinking of him between your thighs.
“I’ll teach you how to shotgun.” He said, sparking his zippo lighter and taking a hit from it and holding it, motioning you to get closer to him as he spoke with the smoke still in his mouth. “Breathe it in when I blow out.”
Your face got hot as you got close to him, he blew out the plume of smoke in his mouth slowly and you sucked it in. It felt erotic and you felt yourself start to pool in your panties. So it wasn’t just the eatables, weed just made you horny. Got it.
“Just like that, perfect.” He whispered, tucking a strain of hair that had fallen in your face, behind your ear.
You pulled back from him, blowing out the hit and grinned.
“You ready for another one?” He asked, holding the blunt up to his lips.
You nodded and he repeated the same actions, only this time you swore he got closer to you. You found yourself wrapping your arm around his shoulder as he breathed his hit out for you and you took it all into your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut to let the feeling wash over you. When you opened them to exhale, you saw he was still there, looking at you. Eyes questioning you.
“What’s up?” You asked, a blush creeping onto your face.
“Nothing, you just look pretty, like always.” He admitted, now it was his turn to blush.
You were stunned into silence and he once again took another hit of his blunt, but instead of blowing the smoke out for you to inhale, he leaned forward and shotgun kissed you instead, sharing the smoke directly with you. You kissed him back and wasted no time clamoring to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He chuckled when he pulled away, wrapping his free arm around your back to hold you in place, taking another hit to share with you and another and another until he was shoving the dead roach into his ashtray and moaning into your mouth. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip and you let him in. His tongue slid over yours and explored your mouth and the tension was so much between your legs you couldn't help but grind down on his crotch. He responded by bucking back up into you and you could feel how hard he was under you. He was big, just like you imagined. You moaned at the thought of his dick inside you, what it would feel like to just be destroyed by him. You felt his hands slip up your thighs and cup your ass over your spanks. You wish you had nothing on underneath for him so he could really get a feel of your ass.
“How long?” He asked you between kisses. “How long have you wanted this?”
“Too long.” You answered. “Eddie, I’ve wanted you since I met you.”
“Ugh, shit, me too.” He moaned out, crashing back down onto your lips.
His hips sped up at the confession, fabric clashed with fabric and you knew your wetness was sleeping through your underwear and to your spanks, probably leaving a nice wet mark on the crotch of his pants. You felt the tension building and building, ready to snap.
“Eddie, I’m close.” You warned.
“Me too.” He said, “just hold on a bit longer, sweetheart.”
Eddie’s hips began to lose rhythm and you knew he must be close, the feeling of being pounded down on him eventually grew to be too much.
“Eddie, I can’t hold it.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart, cum with me.”
He let out a choking sob, calling out your name as you climaxed, and you felt yourself let go.
“Fuck, baby, oh my god.” He cried out and you could tell he just blew his load at you dripping down his pants.
You slumped onto him, resting your forehead onto the crook of his neck as you came down. Eventually, the two of you broke apart.
“Shit, I don’t think I came in my pants since I was twelve.” He laughed, rooting around in his dresser for a fresh pair of boxers and some sweatpants. He tossed a pair of sweatpants towards you. “Here, you can give them back to me tomorrow. You need a shirt too?”
You nodded at him and he got out a spare Hellfire shirt for you. He walked out of his bedroom to get changed in the bathroom, giving you some privacy despite the intimate moment the two of you just shared together. You blushed, but you were grateful you didn’t have to drive home like this. You kicked off your white tennis shoes to pull down your ruined spanks and panties from under your skirt, pulling on his sweatpants and you tossed off your skirt and shirt, pulling on his t-shirt. He knocked before he came back in, dumping his soiled clothes in a pile in the corner of his room.
“You don’t have to leave right away, do you?” He asked, licking his lips nervously. “I was kinda hoping to get some more time with you. Maybe you can watch a movie with me?”
You were in no rush to get home, both of your parents worked overnight so the house would be cold and lonely to go back to.
“I got time.”
Eddie shut off the lights to his room and the two of you snuggled into Eddie’s bed as he rewound what he was watching to start it over with you, but eventually the two of you found your lips again, unable to stop touching each other and he reached over the ashtray to open the unopened box of condoms. Girl code was totally going to be broken tonight.