Fixing Millies Dyer Situation

This story is purely a work of fiction, and does not represent the real actions of any real people or characters. I do not own Millie Bobby Brown or Natalia Dyer.

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"Mills? Hey, Mills? Helloooo, Millie?" Natalia Dyer asked, tapping her co-star, Millie Bobby Brown on the shoulder, desperately trying to get her attention as the pair practiced their lines for the upcoming season of Stranger Things inside of Millie's trailer.

"Y-Yeah, what's up?" Millie responded redundantly, trying and failing at pretending to be focused when, in reality, she was anything but.

"You were daydreaming again," Natalia pointed out, reminding, "Listen, Mills, we gotta get these lines right before we start filming. If you keep getting distracted, we're gonna fall behind, and what happens then?"

Millie sighed, having answered this question twice already tonight. "Production falls behind."

"And we don't want that. Remember who we work for, and how much content they want to put out, okay?" Natalia reminded, a quick jab at Netflix and their incessant series cancellations meant to inspire young Millie. Sadly, it did the opposite.

Millie shook her head feverishly. "I know, I know! And I am focused, I swear," She promised, waving her script in Nat's face, but Natalia wasn't buying.

"I find that hard to believe..." Natalia argued, gripping the arm of the sofa they called their current seating arrangement. "Considering we keep having these little interruptions."

Millie lowered her head, clearly upset, leading Natalia as the older, wiser woman, to reach out a hand and latch it onto Millie's shoulder, hoping to comfort her. "What's bothering you, Mills? C'mon, spill it," Nat pressed.

"It's nothing," Millie passively dodged. "Don't worry about it."

"Tell me," Natalia pushed sternly, but whatever it was, Millie was keen on keeping it to herself. Wouldn't be the first time, especially lately. The nineteen-year old was hardly outgoing at her most extroverted, let alone now, with something weighing heavily on her mind. Usually introverted but lately, Millie had been almost completely antisocial.

"Can we just...get back to the reading?" Millie asked, her big brown eyes insisting that everything was okay, but her tone suggesting otherwise.

Natalia pulled her hand away before softly shaking her head. "Millie, it's okay. You can tell me when something's bothering you."

Millie looked back at Natalia, a much older woman, one whom she's always admired, her long blonde hair covering a large portion of her beautiful face. Yet, she remained silent, unsure of how to respond or, rather, if she should give in and vent her worries to her long-time co-star. Luckily, Natalia always seemed to know just what to say.

Nat reached her hand out again, this time laying it atop Millie's, and insisted, "Seriously, Mills, what's up? C'mon, you can tell me. Get it all off of your chest." Then, she pulled her hand back, and allowed Millie to think the proposition over for a few moments. And once she had, she parted her lips and prepared to speak.

"It's just," Millie began, reaching to her side and fumbling through her purse, a very small handbag. Out popped her phone a few weeks later, Millie unlocking the device and swiping until she found what she was looking for. "This."

Millie faced her phone outwards, revealing an Instagram picture of herself, sunbathing in a lavender bikini, her assets, ever so impressive for a young girl, barely contained by the thin material, a fact that Natalia couldn't help but notice.

"This? What's the problem?" Natalia asked awkwardly, slightly taken aback by the picture of her co-star. "It's just...just a picture of you."

"I'm not the problem, these are," Millie informed, using her well-manicured finger to scroll down, into the comments section. "It's...it's every time I post, Nat. Just hundreds of people calling me a slut! Saying that I should be more careful about showing off my body. Like, I'm nineteen! I'm not a little girl anymore!"

"I know, Mills. You're becoming a beautiful young woman. But that's not something that most people are gonna come to terms with quickly. For them, you're probably still just Eleven, you know? You'll always be that little girl," Nat explained, handing the phone back to Millie, who chucked it aside.

"But...that doesn't give them the right to say that stuff about me. What, I'm a slut because I take hot pics of myself?" Millie asked redundantly, shrugging her shoulders and Natalia did the same.

"I think a lot of them aren't ready to see you grow up yet," Natalia added.

"But why?" Millie questioned, before turning the sword on her friend. "Why are you defending these trolls? They don't know anything about me! They just assume things!"

Millie stood from the couch, angrily pacing as she vented. "What, do you agree with them? You think I'm a slut, don't you, Nat? 'Cause I'm young, right? Young and dumb!"

"Millie, you need to relax!" Natalia barked, standing up to meet the younger girl, eye to eye.

"Why? You're the one who wanted me to get everything off my chest!"

"Yeah, so you could get it out of your system, not get mad at me!" Natalia confessed, grabbing a very worked up Millie by both shoulders and bringing her back down the couch.

There, she explained, "Listen, I'm not the one who wrote all those mean things about you, Mills. I've always been there for you, you know that. Even when you haven't wanted me to be. So, I'm gonna tell you how I feel, honest to God. You're a gorgeous young lady, and you're welcome to take as many hot pics as you want. But, because of your age, you lack life experience, and something that comes with life experience is the ability to handle life in the limelight."

Millie nodded, paying close attention to every word that left Natalia's pink lips. She couldn't shake the feeling that Nat looked incredibly...stunning. Millie wasn't sure why the thought occurred to her; obviously, she was well-aware that Natalia was very attractive, but it felt as though her eyes were only noticing just now.

"Millie, I wasn't trying to make you feel bad, honest. But if I did, then it only proves my point that you still have a lot of maturing to do."

"H-How do I...fix that?" Millie whispered softly, caught in those mesmerizing baby blues. In the moment, speaking so sternly and confidently, Natalia was absolutely enchanting.

"You take risks," Nat assured bluntly. "You think outside the box, you do things that people aren't expecting. That's how you- MMMPF!"

Getting a head start on Natalia's advice, Millie did as instructed. She took a risk, a massive risk that could have backfired immeasurably. It could've put their friendship at risk, hell, it could've even put her career in jeopardy. But, like most nineteen year old girls, Millie didn't think about the possible repercussions of her actions. Instead, she let her libido think for her.

Millie seized Natalia's lips with her own, cutting the older actress off with a kiss and catching her by surprise. Maybe it was a mistake, perhaps Millie wasn't thinking straight, literally and physically. But she saw a chance to do something out of the norm, something unexpected to help push her towards that more adult nature that Natalia described, regardless of the consequences. And surprisingly, Natalia didn't fight her. Natalia actually kissed her back.

Which, honestly, Millie wasn't expecting. Instead of awkwardly pulling away or pushing her off, Natalia reached over and caressed Millie's soft face, making a relatively heatless kiss a bit more passionate. Ultimately, it was Millie who pulled away, thrown off by a series of confused feelings and Natalia's surprising reaction.

Upon breaking their kiss, Millie scooted over to the farthest side of the couch, prompting Nat to ask, "Wh-What's up? Did I do something wrong?"

Millie awkwardly shook her head and answered, "No, I...I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry. You were just talking about taking risks, and you look so pretty...I don't know, I just went for it."

"Millie, why are you explaining yourself?" Natalia asked calmly. "I don't seem upset, do I?" She scooted in, closing the distance between them.

"No, I guess not. I just figured that you'd be a little more weirded out after getting kissed by another girl," Millie answered honestly.

Natalia slowly shook her head. "Why would I be weirded out? Is kissing other girls...weird?" Dyer brought her face close to Millie's, and whispered, "Cause if so, I must be really weird, since I do it all the time."

Before Millie could respond, Natalia planted her lips on the younger girl's, this time taking the charge on a much shorter, but more passionate kiss. Unlike last time, Nat ultimately pulled away without explanation.

"I...I didn't know you were a lesbian," Millie asked weakly, her whole body feeling weightless after only her second time kissing a girl. "I thought...you were married to Charlie."

"I'm not, and we are," Natalia explained, softly caressing Millie's face again. "I'm Bi. And what Charlie doesn't know won't hurt him, you know?"

Millie nodded in agreement, which presented Natalia, the more confident of the two, with an opportunity to ask a question that had been on her mind since their first kiss moments ago. "So, Mills, you really do wanna grow up, huh?"

Millie nodded again.

"Not much more out of the box than kissing your co-star, I guess. Taking risks is one way to mature, but you never let me finish..."

Natalia's voice was so soft, so easy on the ears; Millie was intoxicated by it. Her sternness, her ability to convey such power and grace despite being uncontrollably adorable and small, all had Millie biting on every single word. "It's easy to take a little risk and reap the rewards. But if you wanna mature rapidly, you need someone with the maturity that you seek to guide you..."

Natalia's words were barely a whisper, yet every syllable was heard, clear as day. And, as Nat leaned in again, this time not with her same sweet smile, but with the appearance of a cat in heat, Millie knew where things were going. Maybe she should've stopped her, maybe she should've been the one to call things off in a true sign of maturity. But she couldn't help herself; the desire was felt on her end, as well.

The two kissed again, another passionate affair led by the older woman. No peck on the lips was found, in its place was Millie slowly slumping backward to rest on the arm of the couch as Natalia pressed her tiny body against Millie's more curvaceous frame. Millie's arms lay at her sides, inactive until the more experienced of the two guided them towards her ass, Natalia coaxing Millie to grope her tight, sweet behind through her denim jeans while her hands found a target of her own.

As they continued, it became abundantly clear that this was, in fact, happening; any chance to stop would've come after they broke the first two times. This was real and, as such, Natalia couldn't help but turn her attention to Millie's loving body, starting with those big, round globes, hidden by her choice of T-shirt, cropped to show off her toned stomach.

Nat squeezed those natural beauties first through Millie's shirt, but eventually decided to get a bit more frisky, reaching up under to grope them through her bra. Millie breathed heavily, everything unfamiliar but strangely welcomed, as Natalia just kissed down her body, making it to Millie's legs, covered by her choice of tight, black denim.

Thanks to Millie's jeans, Natalia couldn't exactly do what she wanted, but she made it work, eventually relocating her hands from those breasts and down the younger girl's waistline. Into those jeans it dove, marching towards Brown's crotch, and her tight snatch. With her lips keeping her co-star occupied, Natalia slipped her hand underneath Millie's panties.

Millie moaned softly into Natalia's mouth, interrupting their kiss momentarily as she felt the smaller, older woman's fingers begin to stroke her cunt slowly. Her heart was racing; she'd never been with another girl before, and even though things were happening so fast, she was powerless to stop them. Mostly because it was painfully obvious that Natalia was quite adept at what she was doing.

Her fingers were magic, playfully dancing along Millie's wet folds, only causally gracing the creamy center after several seconds and often longer, of agonizing torture. Millie felt her breath flow inconsistent, the intense heat they shared sucking away the oxygen from their surroundings.

Unable to resist those full, luscious lips, Natalia kissed Millie once again, her left hand skillfully toying the younger girl's cunt, her right returning to Millie's big naturals. Both hands worked in unison, a perfect harmony, maximizing the pleasure for young Millie, her mind at loss from her first lesbian experience, enjoyed alongside someone she truthfully considered a friend. It should've felt wrong, but God, did it feel so, so right.

Throughout, Millie could feel something building inside of her. Swelling, ballooning awesomely. Natalia was so good, the way she balanced all three avenues of pleasure was divine. Specifically impressive was how she toyed with Millie's cunt; those fingers were far more sophisticated than any guy's that she'd felt. Natalia was clearly well-versed in the art, and it showed in how quickly she brought Millie to the edge of orgasm.

It was Millie who broke their kiss again; her mouth couldn't function properly. The intensity became too much for her to handle. Caught up in the passion of her virgin experience, her first time with another girl, Millie attempted to cum the second she could. But Natalia had other plans.

Dyer suddenly removed her hand from Millie's pants, and cut off the other avenues as well. Millie's breath was awkward and her body ached, but she didn't cum; Natalia hadn't allowed it. But Millie wasn't sure why, and quickly searched for an answer.

"W...Why...didn't you...."

"Let you cum?" Natalia finished, and Millie weakly nodded her head. Nat raised her left hand, covered in the essence of Millie's heavenly womanhood, and allowed the scent to waft into her nostrils. Then, she sucked them dry before simply explaining, "Lots of reasons."

"L-Like?" Millie asked, annoyed.

"Well for starters, you didn't ask for permission."

Puzzled, Millie questioned, "Permission?"

Natalia nodded, "Yeah, permission. I was leading, or topping, to use another term. I'm on top, you're on bottom, so you should ask for permission before cumming. But of course, I wouldn't expect you to know that."

"Why not?" Millie snapped.

"Because you lack experience, silly," Natalia joked, then added, "But, I'd be happy to impart that experience, if you're willing to learn."

Millie thought for a second, and decided, "I think that can be arranged."

Natalia smiled, sticking out her hand. "Well then. Let's take this party back to my trailer. I think it will provide a better...learning environment." Millie accepted and, before long, the two were off to Natalia's trailer, ready to continue what they'd started in Millie's.

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Millie and Natalia managed to contain their desires long enough to keep their fellow cast and crew out of the loop. But once they arrived at Nat's domain, barging inside of the single trailer and locking the door behind them, all bets were off. Their lips became reacquainted in no time as their clothes found a new home on the trailer floor, t-shirts first and then, bottoms afterwards. Before long, the pair were completely naked save for their undergarments, which left little to the imagination anyhow.

This latest kiss didn't last long; Natalia devoured Millie's mouth, but quickly found a much better situation for the two of them. After all, she promised to teach Millie, to provide the younger girl with "life experience". Things needed to progress, and Nat knew exactly how they should. So, she didn't just break their kiss, she pushed Millie away.

Millie jumped back, trying to re-embrace, but Natalia put an arm out, stopping the curvier girl in her tracks. Then, she snapped her fingers and pointed towards the ground. When Millie didn't immediately obey, Natalia made things a bit more clear. "On your knees."

Millie looked confused, but ultimately adhered, slowly dropping to her knees before the older, more-experienced woman. There, Natalia explained, "When I give you an order, you listen. That's something you'll have to learn. You'll also have to learn why you don't cum without permission. But don't worry, Mills, I'll teach you everything, starting with what happens when you try to break my trust."

"Wh...What happens?" Millie asked weakly.

Natalia knelt down, their eyes crossing paths as she reached out a single finger and caressed the underside of Millie's chin. "Well, sweet Millie...I will punish you."

Mille gulped, and slowly shook her head. "You don't have to do that, you know?"

"Then how will I teach you?

Millie shrugged, "I don't know. But I'd rather not be 'punished'."

Natalia sighed. "Do you want to be mature or not?"

Millie groaned, and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, so, you'll listen to what I say, right?" Millie nodded. "Good. Then, first things first, you need to be punished for attempting to cum without asking for permission."

"But, what kind of lesson is that?" Millie argued, proving to be quite the brat. "I didn't know I was supposed to ask."

"Don't worry," Natalia assured, rising to her feet and disappearing across the room. "I know it wasn't your fault. But learning how to accept responsibility and the consequences that come with it are a huge part of life. You need to learn, but I'll take it easy on you this time. Something simple."

Natalia, holding a large purse in her hand, took a seat on the couch not so different from the one in Millie's trailer. She motioned for Millie to join her, and after a moment of hesitation, the younger girl attempted to stand up. "No, no. Crawl," Natalia ordered softly. Millie ultimately lowered her head and began crawling towards Natalia.

Upon arrival, she attempted to stand again, but a simple finger wag stopped her dead in her tracks. Natalia soon guided Millie into her proper position, slowly helping her to lay across the lap in front of her. She looked unsure, worried even, and Natalia recklessly fiddling inside of her purse didn't make matters any better. After a minute or so of rummaging, Natalia popped off an "Ah-hah," informing her audience of one that she'd found what she was looking for.

Now in her hand was a shiny, metal buttplug with a flat base. Millie gulped, before asking, "Wh-What's that for?"

Softly, Natalia confirmed the obvious. "It's for your butt, silly."

Millie shook her head and argued, "I...I don't know if that's such a good idea. I've n...never put anything in my ass before." She was obviously quite worked up, but Natalia did her best to quell Millie's nerves by slowly caressing the small of her back, which seemed to work long enough for Dyer to build a more convincing explanation.

"Don't worry, Mills. This is a beginner's plug, it won't hurt. I promise."

"I-It won't?"

"No, it won't. You have my word. And I'll even..." Natalia's words trailed as she sat the plug down to pull out a bottle of lube from her purse. "Give you more than enough support to make sure that your little butt won't feel a thing. Sound okay?"

Millie slowly shook her head in agreement, and Natalia popped the cap on the lube bottle. A copious amount of the slick, slippery fluid was applied to Millie's backside, more than enough to lather that delicious rump and soak her panties, which before long, were pulled aside to give Natalia access to the primary target. First, a quick heat-check; Millie's pussy was still dripping wet. With that confirmed, Nat turned the bottle over and squirted even more lube directly onto MBB's virgin butthole, Millie softly whimpering as the cold liquid sent a chill up her spine.