Michael's POV

December 31, 1995

I woke up jolting like if someone had a nightmare. I didn't have a nightmare though. It was merely just waking up. 

I looked over to see I'm still holding onto Nancy while she's snuggled against me. Her eyelids start to close tighter before opening. 

She looks at me lovingly until she pushes me away frightened. I was thrown off guard by this reaction. "Oh god. What time is it?" She asked getting off the bed. 

I looked over to her nightstand to see it was eleven-thirty. "Eleven-thirty," I said. She walked out her door and looked around and outside. 

"My dad still isn't here." She said looking upset. I got up and walked to her. "That's good," I said hugging her smallish frame gently. 

"What if he comes home and sees you here?" She asked. "I guess we'll have to see," I said. She let out a shaky breath before pulling away from the hug. 

She looked at my face and bare chest. "Are you still hurting?" She asked. "No," I said walking over to the bed to get my shirt and jacket. 

I slipped on my shirt and put on my jacket feeling the warmth again. "I think I need to go home. I've been out of the hose since this morning." I said turning to almost fall on the ground. 

I was still feeling light-headed from all the blood I lost. I needed to eat probably. "I don't trust you to drive looking like that." She said. 

"It's not like you can drive me," I said moving her to the side so I could leave. "Can I come with you?" She asked. 

I then thought of Christmas Eve with my family and how they showed her pictures of me after we exchanged gifts. 

"What if you crash and get killed." She said. "Fine," I said not wanting to hear her when I feel very sleepy and drained. 

"Get dressed in something that's not your pajamas though," I said. She nodded and made her way to her closet. 

I walked back to her blood covered bed and flopped down on It feeling sick. "Are you okay?" I heard. I gave her a thumbs up and cuddled into her pillow. 

I turned after a minute trying not to fall asleep. I saw Nancy slipping on jeans and t-shirt and turned to me. 

"Were you watching me the whole time?" She asked getting flustered. I shook my head and got up. "No, I wasn't. I just looked over to see you put on your shirt." I said.

I started to dig into my pocket for my keys. I looked over and handed them to her. "I feel too weak to drive. I'm trusting you." I said getting up. 

She grabbed her coat and helped me to the door. We walked into the snow feeling its unbearable coldness hit us. 

I shivered and held her tighter. She opened the passenger's side for me and helped me in. I shut the door and put my hand over my face feeling dizzy again. 

She got into the driver's seat and immediately looked at me. "You know how to drive right?" I asked. "I drove Maddie's car..." She said. 

I was going to regret this. She started the engine and put it into drive and drove fast then stopped. I fell forward. 

"Sorry!" She squeaked out. "Jeez, Nancy!" I yelled putting my seatbelt on. "I'm nervous." She said. "Calm down then," I told her. 

She then started to drive a bit slower this time but it was still pretty fast. "Slower," I said closing my eyes and feeling my dizziness come back. 

I open my eyes and concentrate on the road and what she's doing. "Now turn," I said. She followed my instructions and was driving more smoothly. 

Fast... but more smoothly. I really hope we don't get pulled over or crash into anything. She gripped the steering wheel tightly trying to not mess up. 

She looked overly nervous. I moved my hurt arm slowly and laid it on her lower thigh. She tensed up and swerved. I took my hand off and regretted my choices. 

"Sorry, I thought it would make you calmer," I said. "I-it's fine." She said getting flustered. I put my hand back and put it up a little higher.

She stopped being tense and calmed down. Her posture wasn't fully back breaking. It was relaxed.

I moved my thumb over her trying to keep her calm. "You're still going over the speed limit," I said. "I-I am?" She said speeding up and pressing the break immediately. 

I gripped her thigh feeling myself go forward. "Don't do that!" I yelled. "I'm sorry!" she yelled laying her head on the steering wheel. 

"It's fine," I said trying not to get mad at her. If I get madder she'll get worse. She started driving like a grandma. 

"You can go a bit faster," I said. She did so and kept speeding up and pressing the break. "Okay, you don't need to press the break so much," I said. 

She stopped pressing the break and drove a bit over the speed limit but was still doing fine now. "You're doing great... baby..." I said trying to see if she liked the name. 

"W-what?" She said. "You're doing great." I said a bit fast. "no, the name." She said. "Oh... I was seeing if you liked the nickname." I said.

"If you're going to call me that... do you mind saying that when we're alone." She said. I looked over to see her cheeks red. 

I looked down to see my hand higher up her thigh. She didn't seem to mind. I left my hand there and saw my street coming up to view. 

"Now slow down a bit before you hit something," I said. She did it but was doing that break then gas. "Ease into it," I said. 

She did and was driving smoothly while slowing down. "Now, put it in park," I said. "What?" She asked. 

"I-N P-A-R-K. In... Park..." I said slowly for her to understand. She hit the curb trying to park but she did well. 

Before she got out I grabbed her wrist. She looked at me. "You okay?" She asked softly. "Yeah," I said looking down. 

"Are you still in pain?" She asked. "My arm still stings," I said. "I'm sorry." She said. I pulled her closer to me.

"No, I'm thankful I had you," I said getting closer to her face.  I heard my family all cheer. At that moment I gave Nancy a passionate kiss. 

I heard it's very romantic to kiss on new years exactly at midnight. She tensed up but then relaxed and moved her hands around my neck deepening the kiss. 

We finally pull apart and look at each other in the eyes. Her cheeks are full on red and getting more red. 

"Happy New Year, Nancy," I whispered. She puts a small smile on her face. "Happy New Year, Michael." She whispered before resting her head on my shoulder.

Nancy's POV [At Nancy's House]

January 7, 1996

I was currently in my room with the door locked. I was in my bed with Michael's sweaters on. His scent was still on it making it more special. 

I was under the covers with no bottoms on. I haven't done this in a while. Last time I did this, I couldn't reach my climax. 

I was hoping I had something of his, I could think about it more. I slide my hand down slowly and reach my clit. 

I rub it lightly letting out a little moan. I covered my mouth and started to rub it a bit more roughly. I could smell his sent. 

I closed my eyes and tried imagining him on top of me. I moved my hand down closer to my entrance. 

I stuck one finger in and arched my back. I never knew what was wrong with me but Maddie thinks trauma can prevent a person from relieving pleasurable desires. 

I start to move my finger trying to get used to my walls stretching. It's not as pleasurable as rubbing your clit but Maddie said that wasn't real masturbation. 

I soon added another finger and jolt feeling pain instead of pleasure and quickly remove my fingers. "Ow!" I yelled. 

I sat up and checked my fingers for blood. There was none. Maddie warned me about my nails and need to cut them. 

I laid back down and sighed getting frustrated. My fingers were wet and felt weird. I leaned over and grabbed tissues. I wiped my fingers and looked up at the ceiling. 

It was a boring white wall with a light purplish lamp making my room look purple. It was a soothing color for me and made me feel relaxed. 

I slipped my hand down again and tried just rubbing my clit again. I felt the jolt of pleasure run through my body which made a small moan escape from my mouth. 

I covered my mouth and started to breathe through my nose. I closed my legs together and arched my back. 

I rubbed more roughly trying to get to my climax. I wanted to desperately know what it felt like. Maddie tells me about her climax even though it's embarrassing. 

I closed my eyes and thought about Michale and only Michael. He was on top of me playing with my clit and kissing my neck. 

I felt my face getting redder and my head getting dizzy. I started to feel this pit in my stomach. It was getting deeper. 

And deeper.

And deeper...

Down there was getting hotter and my arm was getting more tired. I was filling a lot of pleasure but it was staying like that. nothing more was happening.

It was like I stuck and couldn't go anymore further. I moved my hand more even though it was clamping. I tried thinking about Michael more. 

I then realized nothing would happen. I slowly stopped moving and curled up into a little ball trying to make the burning sensation stop from in between my legs. 

I got up frustrated and walked to my door opening it. I walked to the kitchen sink rinsing my hands before I realized I never put bottoms on. 

I was glad no one was home and that Michael's sweater reached down to my mid-thigh. I walked fastly to my room before slamming my door then opening it again. 

I walked over to the phone and unplugged it before walking to my room and slamming it again. I hooked it up in my room and got into bed dialing Micahel's number.

I put the phone up to my ear and heard the dial tone a few times before someone's voice was on the line. 

"Hello?" I heard. They sounded tired. "Hey, did I wake you," I asked looking over at the clock. It was six in the afternoon. 

"Oh, hey, Nancy. You didn't wake me... sweetie." They said. I then knew it was Michael. "Sweetie?" I asked. 

"I'm trying to be a good boyfriend and call you nice nicknames." He said. "Do you think you can come over and cuddle with me?" I asked without thinking. 

"Wow, a little forward of you don't you think." He asked. "U-uh, w-well, I miss you," I said getting all flustered. 

I heard him laugh a little a bit. "I'll be over soon and I could stay or pick you up." He said. "I'd rather you pick me up," I said. 

"Okay, love you." He said whispering that last part. "I love you too," I said. I heard him hang up and I got up looking for my forgotten panties. 

I found them and slipped them on and walked towards my dresser and found a cute shirt that goes to my knees. 

I slipped them on and walked to my mirror to see if it was matching. It looked cute. Michael's sweater was white with skinny red stripes while my shirt was the same red.

[Skip To Michael Getting There]

I heard a knock on the door making me leap up from my bed and going to the door. I walked to the door and opened it to see a cold Michael. 

"Are you cold?" I asked. He shivered and held himself. "Y-yes." He stuttered out from the coldness. I walked out and shut the door grabbing him. 

We walked to the car and he opened the door for me. "Thank you," I said. "No problem." He said shutting the door and fast walking to the other side. 

I looked behind me to see the back covered in blankets and pillows. Once he got in I looked over at him. 

"What's with the back?" I asked. He looked back there and looked like he remembered something. "I've been sleeping in here since I can't have any privacy to myself." He said.

"Don't you get privacy when you shower?" I asked. He looked at me. "Nope, they constantly knock on the door or sit there asking me question's." He said getting frustrated. 

I laid my hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," I said in a loving way. "I wish it'd stop snowing so their flight won't be canceled. It's not even bad out here." He said. 

"I'm sorry," I said. "Oh, and can we not go back to the house?" He asked. "W-where... where are we gonna go?" I asked. 

"We can go somewhere and lay in the back and just talk I guess." He said. I felt my face redden at this. "Uh, yeah, sure..." I said. 

He put the car in drive and started driving somewhere. "Sorry, I don't want to go home and you get annoyed with me." He said. 

I smiled a bit. "I wouldn't get annoyed," I said. "Well, try sleeping and then hearing those hormonal teens right beside you." He said. 

"Like you," I said without thinking. He glanced at me. "What? I don't do that as much." He said. "You still do it," I said looking down embarrassed. 

"Everybody does it." He said. If only he knew I couldn't finish. "Yeah, I guess," I said feeling my cheeks burning. 

I looked forward to see that we were close to the edge of the woods. I looked at him worriedly. "Why are we by the edge of the woods?" I asked.

"Just wanted a place to talk." He said putting the car into park and looking over to me. I nodded. "Wanna get in the back?" He asked. 

I nodded and took my shoes off.  I crawled into the back and sat down. "Hang on." He said getting out and walking over to the back. He opened it and sat at the edge.

He then took his shoes off and crawled in shutting the door. He went to the front and put his shoes in between the front seats. 

I laid up against a few pillows and looked at him. He got close but stayed a far distance. I didn't want that. I scooted closer and laid my head on his shoulder. 

I felt him tense a bit. "Sorry," I said raising my head from his shoulder. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. "No, I want you to be on me." He said. 

I felt my cheeks heat up. "O-oh," I said looking down then laying on his shoulder again. He laced his fingers into mine and laid his head onto mine. 

"Has your dad..." He began. I moved a bit. "No, no!" I lied. He almost gave me a black eye since I came home late. 

"I swear he hasn't done anything to me." I defended. He gripped my hand a bit. "I just don't want you to be in pain anymore." He said turning a bit. 

"I promise he isn't doing anything to me," I said. I felt a gentle kiss on my head making my face heat up more. 

"I love you, Nancy." He said. "I love you too, Michael," I said looking down. I then noticed he was wearing mitch matched socks. 

"Why are you wearing two different socks?" I asked looking up to see him looking at his feet. "Oh, I didn't realize." He said. 

I smiled and he looked down making our eyes meet. He moved his hand up to my cheek. He leaned closer and attached his lips to mine. 

I closed my eyes feeling nervous at first. I soon then relaxed and felt and wrapped my hands around his neck. 

I felt his hand lay perfectly on my thigh rubbing up and down slowly. I closed my legs tightly. He pulled away and looked at me. 

"Sorry." He said looking away from me now. "No, don't be. I want... I w-want to do more things with you." I said looking down out of embarrassment. 

"Oh?" He asked. I looked up to see him biting his lip. I leaned up and pecked his lips. He smiled goofily at me. 

"I'm pretty sure this is the first time you kissed me." He said smiling. I blushed and looked down. "Can I... do something a bit different than kissing your lips?" He asked. 

I felt myself get all shy. I slowly nodded and looked into his eyes. He smiled a bit and laid me down. 

I closed my legs tightly and looked up at him. He laid down on his side and moved me so I was looking at him. 

He pecked my lips before kissing my chin then the front of my neck. I didn't know what to do besides lay there. 

He then made me lay down on my back before getting on top of me. His leg was in between mine. I let out a sharp breath before closing my eyes. 

"If you want me to stop... please tell me." He said. I nodded. He moved my head to the side before getting closer to the side of my neck. 

I felt his hot breath before a wet kiss was there. I closed my legs feeling the hot burning sensation come back. 

He kept kissing gently all over on the side of my neck. I don't know why but it was pleasuring. I raised my arm up and covered my mouth. 

He noticed and stopped. "Am I hurting you?" He asked. I opened my eyes. "N-no," I said. "I want to hear you." He said gently grabbing my hand. 

"This is so embarrassing!" I whined covering my face. "Do... you want to stop?" He asked. I didn't want to stop. 

I uncovered my face. "Please don't..." I said recovering my face. He pulled my hands away gently and pecked my lips. 

"Please tell me if I take this too far." He said before leaning down again and attaching his lips to my neck. 

I closed my legs again feeling the burning sensation again. He pulled on the sweater making my shoulder be exposed. 

He kissed all around until raising up again. "Can I... Can I take this off." He asked lifting my shirt panting a bit. 

I raised up a bit letting him lift the sweater over my head. I then forgot I didn't put on a bra and immediately covered them. 

He breathed in a sharp breath. "I didn't expect you not to have a bra on." He said looking away. I could see a faint blush on his cheeks. 

I looked away. "I-I didn't t-think about it..." I said. "You look beautiful." He breathed out. "Stop embarrassing me, Michael!" I whined grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it. 

"Hey!" He said grabbing my hand with the pillow and leaning down to kiss my cheek. I looked over to him. 

We locked eyes for a moment before he glanced down at my boobs. I had on hand covering them but it was still embarrassing. 

He hesitantly grabbed my hand and pulled it away. I closed my eyes. I then felt his hand grope me. I couldn't help but whimper at this. 

He immediately took his hand off. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "You okay?" He asked. He really doesn't seem like the gentle type. 

I nodded shyly before he put his hand back onto my breast lightly squeezing. "Ngh," I said out loud and immediately covered my mouth.

He looked up. "Did you like that?" He asked. I didn't like him asking these things. I know he cares but I'm just getting more embarrassed. 

"Y-yes," I said. He then smiled a bit before looking down at them again. I closed my eyes feeling a deepening pleasure from this. 

I felt him lean down a bit and kiss my neck again. His hand was still groping me. He started kissing down until I felt him kiss my nipple. 

I made another whimpering sound. I think he got the hint that my whimpering meant I wanted more. He then put his whole mouth around my nipple lightly sucking. 

I arched my back and let out a moan. I reached my hands out and grabbed Michael's hair. "Mi-Mich... M-Michael..." I moaned out. 

He moved his head a bit and sucked a bit more. I squirmed and moved my head back feeling so much pleasure out of this. 

His hands were roaming my body. His left hand made it to my left breast. I tried closing my legs but forgot his foot was in the way. 

I whined and moved my foot up higher to feel his moan on my nipple. He stopped and looked up at me. "Did I hurt you," I asked.

"No, that actually felt good." He said. I moved my hand down and unbuckled his pant's. He looked down at what I was doing before glancing up. 

It's cute how he gets embarrassed about this stuff. I unbuttoned his pants and looked at his face. It was really red. 

I unzipped his pants before pulling it down enough for his penis to spring out. He inhaled sharply before raising up to kiss my lips. 

I wrapped my hands around his penis and slowly started to stroke. He moaned into the kissed and pulled away. 

His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in so much pleasure just from me lightly touching it. 

He leaned down and started to kiss my neck making me grip a bit tighter on him. He didn't seem to mind it. He more like enjoyed it. 

He had his hands on my boobs and lightly squeezed them making me arch my back. "Mike..." I moaned out. It was really hard to say his full name.

Too much pleasure hitting me all at once. I felt him buck his hips. I got the hint and started to stroke faster.

Michael's POV

I moaned into her neck feeling her stroking me faster than before. I started kissing down her neck to her collarbone before getting to her breast again. 

She seems to really like it when her boobs are getting sucked on. I leaned down and attached my lips to her nipple and started to suck gently. 

I felt her arch her back and her legs tried to close again. I moved my knee closer and made contact with down there.

"Ah!" She moaned loudly. She squeezed me a bit tightly. I throw my head back and moan a bit feeling lots of pleasure. 

I then felt that all too familiar feeling in my stomach. I then realized if I did cum it'd get everywhere and nothing to clean it with. 

 Even though I didn't want to I grabbed her hand and stopped her feeling now only pain. "You okay?" She asked. 

"If you keep doing that... I'll cum..." I said. She gave me a strange look. "Isn't that the point?" She asked. "I don't have anything to clean it up with," I said trying to avoid eye contact now.

I felt her eyes burning into me by staring. "Are you sure you want to stop." She asked. I looked at her. 

"I'm... sorry..."