The Wrong Thing Feels So Right (TF)

Kenny allowed Kennedy to pull him to her bed, and all the while, the teen's heart was thumping so hard he could feel it in each toe and finger. He kissed her; he admitted that he wanted her, Kennedy Thomas, of all people. Nothing was making sense in Kenny's head anymore, he was dating Claire, one of the sweetest girls he'd come to know, and yet all his true feelings belonged to Kennedy, the cruel sister he'd loathed all through high school. How could one mistake, an accidental hook-up, cause everything to turn so upside down? Kenny shut his eyes for just a moment. What am I even thinking? I know what I said. This isn't just happening to me; I'm a part of this...I have to be.

As they reached the bedside, Kennedy put a hand on Kenny's chest and gave him a firm push, forcing him to sit, and then she crawled onto the bed as well. Kenny glanced to the door and then back to Kennedy, who sat up slightly on her knees, "Okay." Kennedy cleared her throat; her tone seemed to almost have a little shake to it suddenly, "Prove it."

"Prove it?"

"Yes, Clark. You told me you get it; if you really feel the same, then you need to fucking prove it. Right now." Kennedy sharply returned, "I'm not playing this game anymore; I've wasted weeks in this fucked limbo of your attitude and denials; it ends now. One way or the other."

Kenny rolled in his lips and looked to the bedroom door again, "But Claire is --"

"Asleep. You know that; you wouldn't even be in this room otherwise."

Kenny blew out a slow exhale, "You're right...I knew what I was doing when I came in here." Kenny turned his body to face Kennedy fully and looked at the girl with soft eyes, "What do I have to do?"

The blonde's eyebrows jumped, "Uh..." She gave a few quick blinks, and for the briefest of moments, Kenny was certain that Kennedy Thomas actually looked nervous; however, just as quickly did her normally calm demeanor return, "You tell me! How the hell do you think you have to prove yourself? Come on, Clark; you're not fucking stupid. You know what to do."

"Yeah...uh, alright...I think." Kenny murmured under his breath, thinking for a few seconds before just following the first natural urge that struck him.

He slid forward and leaned forward; Kennedy recoiled ever so slightly, eyeing him up and down as he closed the distance, and then, she felt the first soft kiss on her lips. Mostly timid, and she did little to return it, leaving it very flat. Her brown eyes remained open, looking at Kenny, who began to relax as he pushed back in, connecting their lips again, and this time Kennedy let out a soft squeak. Her body stiffened, and she gripped onto her comforter as Kenny continued his slow, gentle kiss that was turning deeper by the second. His tongue grazed her lips, his stubble tickled her face, and slowly, Kennedy let her eyes close. A long exhale escaped through the cheerleader's nose, and she tilted her head, letting their lips connect naturally; Kenny could feel her lips pushing to meet his now, and in turn, he brought a hand cupping her cheek. Then, with a sudden whine, Kennedy pressed her entire body forward, sliding her tongue into his mouth, playfully swirling around with his. The teen let out a low grunt of surprise, bringing a second hand to her waist, holding her from toppling them both over, and then eased his head away.

Kennedy let out a softly panting breath, and Kenny's lips curled, "That proof enough?"

Red-cheeked, the blonde glared daggers back at the teen, "Nope. That didn't mean shit. You'll have to do a lot fucking better than that to prove it to me."

"Alright..." Kenny tightened his grip on Kennedy's waist, "How about --" With a sudden and firm push, Kennedy found herself pressed down flat on her back with Kenny now hovering over her, "This?"

"It's a start." Kennedy fired back, yet the tremble of her body under him was enough to betray her facade. Kennedy was nervous, and for once, Kenny knew it. Yet in the same moment, Kennedy realized her mistake and quickly went into damage control, "If your big plan is to push me down and fuck me, you're clearly not getting this. So just -- Quit looking so damn smug, Clark."

"I'm not smug," Kenny leaned down, his confidence still on the rise, "And I'm not trying to fuck you, either. Not yet, at least." He felt another short tremble, "Just relax, alright?"

"I am fucking relaxed!" Kennedy snapped back just before Kenny pressed in for another kiss, yet this one wasn't lasting long in the slightest. Kennedy tried to return that kiss with zeal, clearly trying to prove something to him if not herself, but the second it broke and the teen's lips instead worked down to the nape of her neck, Kennedy broke. She let out a gasping breath, and her body arched from the sucking kiss. "T-That it?" Kennedy surpressed a moan as Kenny worked his way down her neck, and in response, his right hand began to work off her top. With a tug and pull of assistance, Kennedy's tank top was tossed away in a bundle, and Kenny's mouth moved to her left breast, giving it a teasing-sucking kiss. "F-Fuck." Kennedy growled as she took in a hissing breath.

Thanks to his ever-active months with Claire, Kenny had definitely picked up a thing or two, and the way Kennedy was acting, she seemed mostly unfamiliar. Of course, that wasn't too surprising; Kenny had the hunch ever since their first real run-in. Kennedy struggled a little too much for an experienced girl who was just too "picky" to have a boyfriend in high school. Keeping it in mind, Kenny reminded himself to keep things toned down and gentle as he brought his hand up and began to massage her right breast. It sat perfectly in his hand, a perfect cupful, and her hardened nipple poked between his fingers, getting an extra bit of teasing before the two each time they tightened with his squeezes. Yet just as she was getting used to this new sensation, Kenny broke away and continued to trail even further down, planting soft kisses all down her navel.

Kennedy sat up, resting on her elbows as she watched Kenny reach her mound. Her breaths turned shallow and quick as two fingers hooked into her panties, "Wait." He merely looked up at her with an expectant glare. "Don't -- I mean, you can -- Ugh, fuck me..." Kennedy's words caught in her throat, and her cheeks went flush, "Be...slow?" Kenny's lips curled, and he gave her a reassuring nod before tugging Kennedy's panties down to her knees. With a smooth, flowing motion, Kenny's face disappeared between her legs, and his mouth pressed against her clean-shaven cunt. Kennedy immediately collapsed flat with a moan, a hand sliding down, lacing through his brown hair. Kennedy's breath stuck in her throat as she attempted to adjust to the heavenly feeling of a tongue lapping at her quivering cunt."F-Fuck, Kenny...oh my God, that feels so fucking good..." Kennedy blissfully exhaled, her free hand working up and giving one of her nipples a tug.

"Oh god, yes, there." Kenny's tongue flicked at her clit. With a light tug on his head, she repositioned his mouth and tongue and now had him aimed perfectly where she wanted. "About time you used your fucking mouth for something -- Fuuuuuuuck." Kennedy deeply moaned, her quip cut short as she felt his tongue give a quick jab on her clit. Twin streams of juice ran out from her over Kenny's lips and down his chin. "Oh Ken, oh lick slower...go up and down the whole thing..." Kenny's opened his eyes, glancing up at Kennedy, finding her eyes staring down at him, swimming in a sea of lustful desire. "Oh god, those long strokes -- Just like that, that's f-fucking perfect..." Kennedy lifted her hips, gingerly riding Kenny's working tongue that slowly dragged up between her lips and flicked off her clit in a smooth, hooking motion. Kenny's ears filled with the sweet chants of Kennedy's moans. There was no mistake; this moment alone already dwarfed any moment of connection Kenny had felt with Claire in their entire relationship.

The thought that only a few hours ago would have made his blood run cold now pleasantly radiated through his body, but it didn't last as Kennedy suddenly pushed his mouth away. Her body squirmed, and the blonde glared down at him with sharp breaths, "Enough." Kenny arched a brow, "Prove it. Now. Right fucking now." Kenny sat up and reached down, pushing down his pants in an instant. Kennedy pulled herself back into the center of the bed, and Kenny climbed over to her. The blonde trilled as she felt the bump of his head against her lower lips, and she draped her arms over his neck as he planted himself fully between her legs. "Do it like we did it that night...but this time, you do it for me."

"I can do that." He agreed with a grin, and to his surprise, he saw a faint smile on the blonde's lips before she pushed up, planting them on his. Kenny shifted, sliding his legs up and letting his cock slide against Kennedy's slit. He pulled the girl into a full embrace, holding her body tight to his as he slowly worked his hips until they connected and his tip planted between her lips. He eased his hips forward, sinking his cock back into Kennedy for the first time since their fateful accident, and the teens shared a shuddering, moaning exhale. Neither moved an inch; Kenny let her have all the time she needed to adjust to his size; all the while, he focused solely on the tight squeeze she had on his shaft. Kennedy broke their kiss, "Fuck...I've been fucking waiting for this..." She growled and began to buck her hips, just barely working an inch in and out without hesitation.

"I k-know...I haven't forgotten a thing since that night...," Kenny finally admitted both to Kennedy and, mostly, to himself. His mind filled with the memories that still remained from that hazy night. How nothing had compared, and no matter how much he knew it was wrong and he shouldn't have liked it, this was everything.

"You still love it, don't you?" Kennedy bit down on her lower lip with a lustful grin, "I remember you saying you loved doing this with me that night."

Kenny hissed a groan, pushing in from his tip to the hilt in one smooth thrust, "Fuck," Kenny groaned over her gasp, "I love it even more now, Kennedy." His cock continued its long deep thrusts, "Is that what you wanted to hear? Fuck, just tell me what I need to say or do so you know it." Kenny grunted, each thrust ending with a wet plap that made his cock twitch deep inside the girl, "I'm done lying about it."

"Just fuck me faster; that's what you need to do." Kennedy pulled his lips back against hers needfully. Kenny slid his tongue into Kennedy's mouth and planted one hand on the bed while the other remained wrapped around the small of the girl's back. Gasping, full moans filled Kenny's mouth while her hands moved to Kenny's hips, either pulling him in to go even faster or occasionally slowing him for a few long deep strokes again. No matter what speed, the two were lost in a heavenly bliss that was all of their own. "Kenny, you're gonna make me fucking cum...mhm, fuck, you're going to make me fucking cum." Kennedy exhaled through their fervent kisses, "I want you to do it again, just like that night. Cum with me. Fill me the fuck up."

"S-Shit...the fucking way you talk..." Kenny all growled as Kennedy's squeezing cunt started to tighten and spasm, "Fuck, I'm almost fucking there..."

Kenny suddenly felt a very familiar move, Kennedy's hands were on his face and she aimed it forward, her doe brown eyes locked directly on his, not shrouded in darkness as they were the last time they shared this moment. "Don't stop, do it. Cum with me. I want you to fucking cum with me." The words were verbatim to that night and were enough to send Kenny over, he squeezed his eyes shut and began to slam into her with wild sharp thrusts. Kennedy pressed her forehead against his, letting out high-pitched moans with each pump, "Yes! D-Don't Stop! I'm Cuming, Kenny, I'm F-Fucking -- Ahhhh!"

"Christ, Kennedy!" Kenny exclaimed with a final mind-shattering collision of hips that sent him flying off his edge, and thick, hot streams of white spurted deep inside Kennedy. Each stream drove in deep, mixing with the blonde's river of nectar that was pumped out from cunt and onto the bed. Her legs wrapped right around Kenny's, her hips lifted to help him plant in deep with each sharp, short thrust, and it was only after the last one did either teen released from their clinging hold, dropping down flat onto the bed. "Oh my fucking god, Kennedy...Oh, Christ...that was --"

"Ssh, just -- I just need a minute." Kennedy hushed him, her tone for once utterly tender and warm and she nuzzled her head into Kenny's neck, soaking in the moment for as long as she could.