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As October finally showed its face in Hawkins, Mike wanted to show El everything he loved about Halloween. He wanted the cider, the candy apples, the pumpkin carving, the costumes. He wanted to give her an October to remember.

He had planned the whole Saturday. They'd have lunch and then pick out their own pumpkins at Merrill's Farm. It was still too early to carve jack-o-lanterns but Mike wanted to make sure they got the best pick of pumpkins so he wanted to do it as soon as he could.

Hopper dropped Mike and El off at the pumpkin patch, saying he'd be back in a few hours. They each had a corn dog and some popcorn, sharing a snow cone, and then they rode the little hay filled wagon down into the patch. As they were looking for the perfect pumpkins El grabbed Mike's hand and started pulling him along toward the tree line.

"El, where are we going?"

"You'll see," El looked over her shoulder at Mike and let out a smug smile before continuing to drag him across the field. She had been dying for a while to spend time with just him and now that she finally got the opportunity, she wasn't going to waste one moment.

When they reached the nearest tree she let go of his hand, already missing the warmth of his body. But she knew that wasn't going to last for long. She had other things in mind that included them touching not just their hands.

"I missed you, Mike," she cooed, her palms placing flat on Mike's chest until his back hit the wood surface of the tree trunk. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she stood on the tip of her toes so she could reach his lush lips.

Being so close, she could finally smell his familiar scent. It smelled like Mike; like his mother's fabric softener mixed with the cologne he had recently started using, invading her nostrils. She smiled contentedly. It felt like home.

"Did you miss me, too?" She whispered after placing a soft peck on his lips and pulling their bodies closer together.

Mike wrapped his arms around her. From behind the tree he couldn't even see the hay wagon or the other people who had ridden down with them. His worry over missing their ride back melted as El kissed him.

"Yeah, I missed you. I missed this."

The kiss got deeper and Mike's hands soon found their way to El's hips and then his long fingers curled around, resting on her ass.

"I like this dress," he whispered between kisses, feeling the soft fabric.

"It's called a jumper." Eleven laughed at her boyfriend's lack of distinction between a dress and what she was wearing. But she couldn't blame him. She still had a hard time figuring the proper terms that went with certain objects.

She knew that the fabric of her crimson jumper was called corduroy, though. She bought it when she went shopping with Joyce, along with the long sleeve shirt that was black with white stripes and which she was also wearing at the moment.

Hopper had scolded her when she wanted to go out in that and just a pair of sneakers. You're gonna freeze your butt off, kid. So they compromised and she ended up styling her clothes with knee socks and Nancy's old pair of black boots.

She had secretly hoped Mike would compliment her outfit and that was exactly what he did. It made her grin wholeheartedly in response, her heart skipping a beat as she realized the boy she loved so much still appreciated the smallest details.

"You should feel it on the inside, too. It's soft." She watched him intently and with a playful glint as she grabbed his hand and led it under the jumper. But instead of making him feel the fabric, her delicate fingers cupped his and guided them over her panties. "My panties are softer though, right?"

Mike let El put his hands where she wanted them. He was surprised when he touched her panties, having expected her normal cotton ones. Instead his fingers grazed over lace. He felt his dick stiffen.

"Lace? When did you get these?"

He continued to trace his fingers over the fabric, wondering what they looked like. The lower half of her jumper was already a little hiked up and it wouldn't take much to get it a little higher.

"Wanna let me see them?"

"I got them some time ago," she shrugged and relished in the feeling of Mike's long fingers inspecting her underwear. It sent electricity through her body and she inhaled deeply.

He then asked if he could see them and she was more than eager to please her boyfriend, nodding and lifting up the fabric obediently after taking a step back. Her stance widened and she pushed her hips forward to make sure that Mike was getting a good look at her panties.

They were entirely made of lace and pure white, emphasizing the tanned skin of her toned legs.

She watched the boy carefully as she brought one of her hands down to the lace, stroking it lazily before slowly pushing it aside. It wasn't much, but enough that Mike could see part of her recently shaved pussy and she smirked when his lips parted.

"Do you wanna feel something even softer?"

Mike gulped. Since they'd started having sex he had noticed that El had become bolder, but he never expected her to push her panties, her lace panties, aside in broad daylight in a public setting. He could hear his pulse in his ears as he stepped forward, nodding his head. He let El take his hand and watched as she moved it over her bare pussy.

"Oh fuck, El. Do you have any idea how hot this is?"

He was running his fingers over her, letting them dip in occasionally. She was already so wet. It was as though she'd planned this.

Mike was rock hard, touching her while she looked at him wasn't helping at all.

"God you're so wet. What should we do about that?" He asked as he moved his hand, his fingers slipping inside her and the heel of his hand on her clit.

Eleven gasped as Mike pushed the second finger in. She purposefully clamped her muscles down on them and grabbed his wrist, urging him to pump them in and out of her dripping hole while she watched.

Holding her jumper up with the help of her elbow, she managed to launch her hand forward and cup Mike's penis. It was hard already and she could feel it pulsing through the confinement of his jeans.

"Why don't you take your dick out? Maybe you can clean me up with it," she teased, knowing full well that this would only end up in a bigger mess.

El never broke eye contact as she asked Mike to take his dick out. With his free hand he unbuckled his belt and unfastened the button on his jeans. El did the rest, sliding his zipper down achingly slowly. Mike could feel her fingers through his boxers as she unzipped him and then she was pulling the elastic down until his cock sprung free. It bobbed in the October breeze, twitching slightly.

He was still rubbing her, though more lazily now. He wanted something else but he was a little afraid to ask, even if his dick was out and his hand was on her very wet pussy.

Mike just watched as she started stroking him. She kept inching closer to him. His back was against the tree and he thought about how it would be to lean against it, letting the trunk support him and scooting himself down so he was at El's level. He thought about what it would be like to just stick his dick inside her while she was standing there. He felt himself get harder. He moved his fingers a little deeper inside her.

"I wish you could fuck my mouth," Eleven said in a shaky breath, her eyes averting to Mike's cock. She made sure to stroke it just the way she knew he liked it the most, her wrist flicking repeatedly. The pre-cum made it all slick and perfect to be jerked and she licked her bottom lip, her mouth watering at how the veins on his cock popped out.

"Or maybe push me against this tree and fuck me from behind." Mike's pace was increasing with every word coming out of her mouth.

"But I know we can't...there's still people out here." She pouted and glanced around. She could faintly see some people in the distance and for a second she figured that maybe they could get away with it. But she didn't want to risk it. If someone saw them Hopper would find out immediately and that would mean no more Mike for her. She didn't want that.

"But if I just get a little closer," she started, her tone teasing and curious as she closed the distance between their bodies. When the tip of Mike's cock touched her stomach, she stood up on her tippy toes again and mumbled, "and if you get a little lower..."

Mike understood immediately what El wanted him to do and he wasted no time, leaning against the tree trunk and bending his knees until his cock was positioned in front of her bare pussy.

"Maybe I can do this...and they'll just think we're hugging." Her warm breath fanned over his mouth and she wrapped her arms around him. Her lower body inched forward until she managed to slide Mike's cock between her pussy lips, making a back and forth motion while holding his shoulders for support.

Mike couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to, but he definitely didn't want to. As the tip of his cocked touched her his dick twitched almost violently. She was so smooth and slippery, and warm. When she moved his cock back and forth Mike had to think about hobbits cleaning their teeth to keep himself from coming. Once he got himself under control he reached down, his hand joining El's on his throbbing cock.

"Do you want this inside you? It's already so close," Mike whispered in her ear. With each pass as they rubbed him back and forth on her together he pushed himself a little more inside. He heard El moan softly and pushed in some more.

"Yeah, take my cock. You're taking it at the pumpkin patch. Fuck, this feels good. Look down, El."

Mike was already looking down, watching his stiff cock disappear into her. She was standing straight up and had positioned him perfectly. Mike was holding her by the hips and moving her on his dick.

El followed Mike's instructions and glanced down, watching his cock forcing its way inside her. It wasn't the best angle and she knew she wouldn't be able to take him balls deep, but it worked for both of them for the moment.

She gulped and breathed heavily, forcing herself to stand on the tip of her toes as much as she could.

Even so, she grew tired after a while and her legs became shaky until they gave out, making her sink almost all the way down on Mike's shaft.

"Oh, Mike...you're stretching me out with your fat cock."

Her lips were over his as she whispered out of breath. She tried to kiss him but all she could do was moan over his lips and bounce on the tip of her feet along with Mike's movements.

When El's legs gave out and she sunk down onto him, it took all of Mike's willpower to not just jackhammer himself into her. He didn't want to hurt her though so he held her weight and kept fucking her. He liked holding her up, her feet barely touching the ground.

"Yeah you don't have to stand. I can hold you up while I shove my cock into you. Do you like it when I stretch you out? You're still so tight, I don't think I'm stretching you much."

Mike reached between his legs, feeling where they were joined.

"Should I put my finger inside too? Do you think that would stretch you more?"

Eleven glanced up at Mike and he was certain he had never seen so much hunger in her eyes before.

"Do it," she whispered with determination, her hand already fumbling for his and leading it to her pussy. "Fill me up."

They had never done anything like that before, but she had always been more than eager to have all of him, no matter what that meant. She wanted to feel what it would be like, even though it was going to hurt. Mike was already stretching her out maximally and his cock was the most she had ever had inside her ever since they had lost their virginities to each other, but that didn't stop her from wanting more.

Mike slowed his pace. He thought it might feel a little better for her if his finger was on the top side of his cock. It was a little awkward but he turned his hand palm up so that she wouldn't be bothered any by his fingernail. He pulled his dick almost all the way out and as he pushed it back inside it was joined by his finger. From his angle he knew he was rubbing her clit constantly now with his first digit.

"Shit that's tight. I'm not hurting you am I? Are you still okay?"

"Ow! Oh, oh fuck..."

Eleven's eyes rolled in the back of her head once he was fully in. It hurt at first and it shocked her how much of a difference a single digit could make. His cock alone would have still required a moment to adjust to, but that combined with his finger stretched her out more than even before.

"I am...it feels so good. You're stretching me out so good. You're gonna leave my cunt gaping when you're done."

Hearing her talk that way was doing things to Mike. He was used to making his own ribald comments but hearing El do it was still rather shocking and it made his heart rate increase and it made him breathe heavier. It turned him on.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Mike whispered between thrusts. He was curling his finger, burying both that and his cock inside her, spurred on more by her dirty talk.

"You wanted to be stretched out, right? Is this enough? I have to tell you how hot you look here right now with your dress pulled up and your panties pushed to the side and my cock and finger moving in and out of you. Oh, fuck, you're gripping me so tight even though you're so wet. Your thighs are shiny you're so wet for me."

"Jum...per," Eleven croaked out. She tried to smile at her own little joke but Mike continued to wriggle his finger at the same time his hips snapped forward and it left her incapable of doing anything but squeezing her eyes shut and moaning over and over again.

She was a babbling mess from then on, her legs barely holding up, and she was aware that if it hadn't been for Mike almost lifting her off the ground she wouldn't have been able to do this on her own. As she grabbed his biceps for better support, she could feel the muscles tensing up under his plaid shirt and it only served as a turn on at that moment, one that rendered her speechless along with his cock and finger stretching her so wide.

Feeling the familiar heat pooling inside her stomach and her heart pounding furiously against her ribcage, she knew Mike was slowly bringing her closer to the edge.

"Go...faster..."

Mike made a mental note to remember the names of her different articles of clothing in the future but in the present he continued his rhythm. He knew he didn't have long before she was coming all over his hand and cock.

But he was going to ask her anyway.

"Are you gonna come for me. El? Right here in the pumpkin patch?"

He watched her face as his dick slipped in and out of her. He knew she couldn't answer him; she was mumbling incoherently, her eyes rolling back and then snapping forward and locking with his. She nodded.

"Good. I'm gonna come too. Want to feel it all over your smooth, shaved pussy? It's gonna be soon. Just keep taking it for a little bit more."

"Please...y-yes...oh, Mike..."

Eleven was surprised but pleased with how smoothly they could take the lead from one another. She had lured him in, having planned this ever since she had found out that Hopper couldn't assist them with picking up the pumpkins and loving the way Mike had obediently carried on with her idea.

But now she was the one whimpering and begging him to make her come as she met his thrusts halfway, lifting herself on her toes as much as she could.

"Make me come, Mike...please...come on my pussy."

Mike didn't need any further encouragement. He removed his finger, grabbing her ass with both hands and pushing her down hard, his cock completely buried. He rocked her on him while he was hilted, so far in that he could feel his balls touch her ass.

"I'm gonna come as soon as I pull out. I want you to watch."

Mike pulled out but kept the head of his cock right on her swollen pussy lips. His thumb returned to her clit as they both watched him start to come.

"Oh fuck!" Mike watched as his come started squirting out, globs of it spraying her naked pussy, dripping into her slit. He never stopped moving his thumb.

"That looks so good," he marveled as the last of his come finally stopped spurting out.

Eleven did as she was told, watching carefully as the semen shot out from the swollen, red tip of Mike's cock and painted her panties. Some of the come landed on his thumb as he continued to stroke her clit and that was when she lost it and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to focus on anything but her overpowering orgasm.

She felt her whole body tensing up, her bottom clenching against Mike's hand and she dug her fingernails into his arms while her thighs clamped together and her knees shook uncontrollably.

"Oh, god...oh, ah, Mike...Mike..." she whispered her boyfriend's name as she came harder than ever, her stretched out hole fluttering closed repeatedly.

Her ears were still ringing when she managed to recover a little bit and she glanced back down at the warm spurts of come covering her pussy and her lace panties. It made her smile knowing she got to keep a part of Mike for the rest of the day and she pushed her panties back up, trying to get used to the excess of juices.

"I feel empty now," she breathed tiredly before pouting. Her big, hazel eyes stared back into Mike's and she reached up to cup his cheek and stroke it. She was spent, unlike her never-ending love and admiration for the only boy she had ever loved.

Mike's eyes widened as he watched her shift her panties back into place. She was actually going to wear them like that, with his come oozing inside them. How did I get so lucky? He wondered as he stared at her. He was tired but still on an adrenaline high and as soon as she'd finished getting her clothes situated he pulled her to him.

"You are so awesome. That was amazing." Mike kissed her and then smiled against her mouth, laughing a bit.

"We still have to pick out our pumpkins."

"Yeah, I know."

Mike's laughter was accompanied by Eleven's, their teeth clashing together which only made them laugh even harder. It took them a good minute until the giggling stopped completely and El wrapped her arms around his neck, her hand pressing on the back of his head until he leaned down.

She kissed him again, her arms wrapping around his torso when they pulled apart and she nuzzled her cheek against his t-shirt.

"This has been the best trip to the pumpkin patch ever," Mike said as they walked back into the sea of pumpkins.

Author's Note: For my best friend ever. You are awesome.