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Now here she was standing outside Greg, Jeremy…Josh’s, (what the fuck was his name again?) apartment. Waiting for a ride she had to order herself after he drunkenly came quickly without extending the courtesy to her.

She was tired, annoyed, still feeling undesirable, and wanting to get herself off at home.

He hadn’t even gotten inside her. She had stroked him lazily a few times as they kissed on his couch, and he’d shot off on her black miniskirt. She was a little pissed about the dried semen she had diligently tried to wash off in the bathroom sink but feared it would leave a stain.

The sleek black car pulled up to the curb as Stevie rechecked her app for the driver's information. She’d sent a defeated text to Robin giving her the heads up that she was taking a rideshare home and would let her know when she was safely at her adorable blonde brick building on the Northside.

The driver side window rolled down and Stevie walked forward.

“Eddie?” she double checked.

The woman at the wheel was unconventionally gorgeous. Kohl rimmed large brown eyes, dark waves looking artfully untamed, fingers stacked and lined with silver rings.

“Yup, that’s me, think I’m your ride Stephanie.”

Stevie blushed, she was always called her full name since it’s what appeared on her credit card linked to the app,

“My hero, you can call me Stevie.” She said as she slid into the passenger side.

The woman smirked at her revealing actual dimples that made Stevie squirm in her seat. She had gone above and beyond tonight with a black mesh set of sexy panties that matched her bra…just so James, Jerry…Jordan? Could pull the ‘too tired’ card before even admiring them on her.

“Glad to be of service, Stevie. Late night?” She inquired lightly.

“More like lame night, a total bust.” She shared softly as she gazed out the window and fluffed her long honey toned hair over her shoulders.

The driver chuckled in a raspy tone, “Wanna talk about it?”

Stevie let out a sharp laugh, “Not much to say, really, he was done before I was even out of my clothes…fucking ruined my skirt, and basically fell asleep on me. Waste of time, waste of a cute set of underwear.”

They stopped at a red light as the woman glanced at her mini skirt, riding high on her toned thighs in her current seated position. Stevie looked over to the slightly older woman she tried to place her age,

“I’m in a slump.”

The woman made a surprised noise, “Pretty girl like you? Impossible, sounds like the guy was a dud. I’d never let my partners leave without a few orgasms, but hey—I don’t know shit about hetero couples.”

She accelerated slowly as they made their way in the direction of Stevie’s place. Stevie squeezed her thighs together, the woman’s voice was a little sleep rough, she was leaner than Stevie, slighter. Her forearms were sinewy and tattooed and her plush lips played at a smirk. She was enticing.

“Well we definitely aren’t a couple and uh, I’m not completely hetero,” she tapped to a pin on her cropped jean jacket the one Robin had bought for her last month, kiss me I’m bi, over the colors of the bi flag, “Just sort of new to it all, and he seemed like an easy bet. Was hoping for some fun.” She shrugged.

Eddie reached out and touched her pin, “A baby bi, let loose on the world, a lot of women would wanna treat you right, princess.”

Stevie giggled, “I hope so, I just haven’t gotten the courage to get past making out. I don’t know what my problem is.”

Eddie kept driving. Her mind raced, she’s never been really touched by another woman? She kept her eyes ahead and let her hand drop from the pin and rest on Stevie’s bare thigh,

“Bet I could do better while I drive, you said you wasted a pair of cute panties, wanna show someone who would appreciate the gesture?” She cocked an eyebrow at Stevie as she pulled up to another red light.

Stevie squirmed under her touch, the heat of her palm like a brand on her smooth skin. She bit her lip before smiling at the other woman, “You really wanna see ‘em?”

The thick swallow Eddie did before answering was the only tell of how affected she was, “Yeah, sweet thing, if you feel like showin’.”

Stevie wiggled her mini skirt up around her waist to show off the black mesh and lace design of her panties. Eddie turned down a side street as she glanced down at Stevie’s lap. She let her fingers skim over the flimsy material, causing Stevie to clench at her core and heat to pool low in her gut.

“This okay?” The driver whispered between them as she turned the volume down on the radio.

“Please, please, I want you to look, and touch.” Stevie breathed out.

The women huffed out a laugh at her eagerness. A rich sound as she let her fingers wander over Stevie’s panties, dipping in over the waist band, “Oh, what do we have, here.” She let her fingers dance over Stevie’s groomed pubic hair.

“Wanted a little appreciation tonight,” Stevie replied as they paused at a stop sign and pushed her panties a little lower to show off the heart she’d freshly shaved earlier that evening, “Just wanna feel sexy.”

“Baby, you are oozing sex, when you walked up to my car tonight I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” Eddie practically purred as she stroked over Stevie’s trimmed heart and let her fingers trailed lower to tease. Stevie moaned lightly and opened her legs giving Eddie a clear signal to slip her fingers inside.

“So wet for me, princess, what a fucking treat.” She said as she expertly stroked and played with Stevie’s clit.

Another wave of pleasure pooling between her thighs as they turned back on a main road with Eddie expertly dipping her middle and pointer fingers inside as she let her palm massage over Stevie’s clit. The rhythm was a dizzying combined with the firm pressure. She thrusted her fingers and spread the slick of Stevie’s drooling cunt up over her velveteen folds focusing more pressure on her clit. It was obscene in the quiet car Stevie could hear the wet noises her pussy made as Eddie riled her up.

She gripped Eddie’s wrist hard as Eddie’s fingers entered her again with more force the movement making her walls quiver around the other woman’s fingers as she whimpered praises through an intense orgasm.

“Ho-oly shit, Eddie, yes.” Her thighs were still shaking as they pulled up to her building.

Eddie started to pulled her hand away, Stevie grabbed hold of her wrist once more with the purpose to guide her fingers up to Stevie’s mouth, she sucked them in and moaned around them, tasting herself on Eddie’s skin and rings. Eddie traced her lips with her fingertips covered in saliva as Stevie came back to herself.

"You said you gave your partners multiple orgasms. Wanna come up?” Stevie pushed.

Eddie had the same warm and rough laughter, “You’re greedy princess. How old are you sweetie?”

She asked as she helped tug Stevie’s underwear back up into place.

“Twenty-six, a little late to the whole sexuality realization.” Stevie replied only a little self-deprecatingly.

Eddie tsked at her, “Some people take a lot longer, you’ve got a whole lifetime ahead of you. As much as I’d enjoy taking my time with you, I’m roughly ten years older. I’m woefully into beautiful women but I’m trying to break the habit of hook-ups. You tested my strength tonight.”

Stevie fixed her mini skirt and glanced at Eddie from under her long lashes, “I won’t force you, but thanks for probably one of the best orgasms from not myself. For the record I’m not all that into casual hook-ups either.”

Stevie opened the car door, not really feeling hurt, just taking the interaction for what it was. She leaned back in and over the center console letting her long hair brush close to Eddie’s face, “I’m gonna think about your fingers when I get myself off again upstairs, and your pretty face, I’m still so wet from you.” She placed a quick, chaste kiss on Eddie’s cheek and retreated swiftly.

Eddie sat in her car, a damning damp spot on the passenger seat a glaring beacon of her sins of the night. She immediately felt like she’d fucked up not going upstairs, but it was for the best.

***

The following weekend Stevie had agreed to help Chrissy with her business marketing, she made custom candles and different lip stains and chapstick from local beeswax, she needed a model for the lip stains on her website. Stevie came into the warehouse they were using for the photoshoot fresh faced in light wash frayed jean shorts and a plain white tee shirt.

Chrissy ran over to hug her, “Perfect timing, our photographer just got everything set up.”

Stevie set her bag down and came over to where the backdrop and lighting was. A taller, slender woman with dark hair held together in a messy bun by a pencil turned around to greet her.

Eddie.

Stevie grinned and walked forward she held out her hand to shake, “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh, darling, the pleasure’s all mine.” Her response predatory in a way that ran a thrill through Stevie.

Eddie didn’t believe in coincidence and she hadn’t stopped thinking about the ride she had given last week.

Sunday evenings Ty ‘helped’ gather their bountiful offerings for the week and bring the bins to the end of the driveway with Steve. Moving back to Hawkins had been something he didn’t know would help settle him so much, he was a longshot from the nicer neighborhood he had grown up in but he’d been able to rent a small ranch close to the town center, it was walking distance to the library and a few local parks. Everything he really needed for the chapter of life he was in.

He and Ty were becoming familiar faces. Waving at neighbors and making small talk at the grocery. It was nice, even keeled, Steve was trying his best to set some foundations for his little family.

This particular Monday morning didn’t start off any different. Ty was up and (im)patiently awaiting the loud rumble from outside to alert him that the garbage truck was on their block, coming to their house, Steve couldn’t help but indulge him. Who knew if by this time next year Ty no longer garnered this excitement for such a mundane weekly happening.

The spring morning still held a chill but Steve didn’t mind holding onto his warm coffee mug as he and Ty made their way to the end of the driveway, ready to greet Martin to kick start their week—

But today, it wasn’t Martin.

This man was much younger. He wore the same uniform and workman’s gloves, but he had long wavy hair underneath his Waste Management baseball hat. He hopped out of the truck to rearrange their bins as Ty went hurdling towards him.

Steve close behind in his cozy slippers, still wearing his gold wire framed glasses as he reached out with the hand not holding his coffee mug to grab onto his kid.

The man froze looking at them, wide-eyed and playful expression, “Whoa! Is this Ty’s house?! Marty let me know there’s a very important truck inspector on this route.”

He had a rich voice and a hint of tattoos peeking out from anywhere skin was visible. He crouched down to Tyler’s level after pulling off his gloves to reach out and shake Steve’s son’s little grubby hand, “I’m Ty! I love your truck! Where’s Martin?”

The garbage man glanced up at Steve as he held back his laughter, the effort making dimples start to take form in his cheeks. Steve felt speechless at this non-Martin Monday revelation. The man was good looking, and being kind to his kid.

Shit, the combination felt deadly.

“I’m Eddie, I’ll be filling in for Marty for a couple’a weeks on his route, that okay with you, boss?”

Ty giggled and shook Eddie’s hand enthusiastically before letting go, “Yeah,” He looked back to Steve, “That’s okay, right daddy?”

The man, Eddie, looked up at Steve too, still crouched on Ty’s level. A smirk danced over his features, “This okay, daddy?” The man asked impishly.

Steve almost choked on his saliva. He caught himself and cleared his throat, “Any friend of Martin’s is a friend of ours.”

Ty cheered happily as Eddie stood back up to his full height, a bit taller than Steve as he tugged his gloves back on, “Well, you boys ready to see her in action?”

“Her?” Ty piped up.

“Yeah, my lovely lady.” Eddie held his hands up as if presenting a gold trophy and not just the garbage truck.

“Does she have a name?” Ty asked.

Eddie tilted his head inquisitively, “Hmm, you know what, you should help me name her.”

“ROBIN!” Ty exclaimed.

Eddie pretended to be blown back by the force of his words.

Steve barked out a laugh, “Ah, yes, Auntie Robs will love having a garbage truck with her namesake.”

“Robin it is, now wanna watch me put her to work, big boy?” Eddie said, locking eyes with Steve with a hint of flirtation.

Was that flirtation? Steve was so far out of the game he wasn’t totally sure. It felt like it.

“Yes! The front load dumpster!” Ty cheered.

Steve sipped his coffee and kept his gaze steady with the other man.

Eddie broke the eye contact and looked back to Ty, “And the boss knows the right names for the truck parts, Marty wasn’t joking around!”

Eddie tipped his hat to Ty and shot a wink at Steve causing a slow heat to creep up to his cheeks before making his way back to the truck, “Prepare to be awed!”

Ty clapped as he watched their trash empty out into the large bin compartment and Eddie give a big wave before heading to the next house.

Steve finally ushered the small boy back inside all while thinking about deep brown eyes and flirty glances. His coffee must not have kicked in yet, because he felt a little insane, even moreso he hoped to get a glimpse of Eddie next week.

Steve prepared the drink over ice and scoffed at the sweetheart, he wanted to hate it but coming from this guy it made his insides squirm in a delicious I wanna ride your cock way.

The man’s eyebrows went up innocently, “What you don’t like sweetheart?”

He slid the man his drink. He glanced down at Steve’s lips, the attention intoxicating on it’s own, “I prefer Steve.”

“Steve I think you might be the sweetest thing I’ve seen in awhile.”

He stood, blushing over the stupid line.

“Eddie!” The name broke the moment as a petite blonde wrapped arms around Eddie, “I was looking for you, Gareth already signed up, and I’m pretty sure threw your name in too.”

Eddie groaned and winked at Steve as he trailed his friend now dragging him closer to the karaoke stage.

Steve sent a cheeky finger wave his way. The names Gareth and Eddie rolling around in his mind in a familiar way.

Regulars kicked off the night with Madonna and Prince, a horrendous Whitney Houston had the crowd cheering and howling with laughter.

When the guys got up for a duet of Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around, it hit him, Dustin would lose his shit he loved Corroded Coffin.

“A little Stevie for my sweet Stevie.”

Eddie ended up with a lapful of Steve, t-shirt held between his teeth as Eddie toyed with his nipples and tried not to come too fast.