KenChrista. pretty nsfw. disclaimer: this was not the result of a roleplay, but my own choice to write. since I'll not be 18 for about six more months, I still will not roleplay this material with anyone until I am of age. all that said, it's not too extremely graphic, but read at your own risk.
Of all men in the world, Ken continued to wonder why Christa wanted him.
It had all been a joke: "What, do you want me to get written permission from Omid?"
"Yes."
And she had, and since she had, Christa had been all over him. It had never gotten particularly far, nothing more than third base, if Kenny was thinking about this all correctly. Still left a bit of an embarrassed taste in his mouth considering that Omid knew that all of it was happening. Ken never was educated in the subject of open relationships. It always took him a bit to loosen up and feel more comfortable about the situation, but the woman never seemed to give up either way.
She was panting, the result of a long, fully-clothed make-out session which, for once, occurred on Ken's bed. There was nothing better than the feeling of returning home from an AA meeting, except for maybe this. After all, it was one of their last meetings. They had to celebrate their progress somehow. Breathless and sweating, Ken momentarily lifted his hat so that he could pull his T-shirt off. It was tossed unceremoniously onto the carpet, and he continued to hover over Christa, teasing her with open-mouthed brushing of their lips. His cap lay suddenly unforgotten, because Christa was more interesting.
Whenever Christa was like this, she didn't talk much, but she wasn't exactly quiet, either. The constant gasps and embarrassed squeaks escaping her told Ken that he was doing at least something right.
"Now now, princess. Remember how thin the walls are?"
"Oh, shut up, Ken. Do something already," she hissed.
Forcing her to lift her arms, Kenny made Christa's top disappear, leaving her clad in a bra and jeans. That wasn't going to work. He unsnapped the thing, tugging it off of her shoulders. It landed somewhere across the room.
There was a sudden hand at her throat, pinning her to the bed with a slight application of pressure, but not enough to hurt her or cause difficulty in breathing. But Kenny could only be amused by the shock in her eyes despite her refusal to attempt at peeling his hand away -- he knew she could if she wanted to. Ken straddled her, leaning over and murmuring gruffly, "You listen ta me."
He felt her gulp under his hand. "Good. D'ya understand?" Christa's eyes told him yes, although Ken wasn't so quick to free her. His other hand roamed, groping and digging his nails into the places where he knew she was sensitive. The shuddering and trembling of her body was enough to let him know that he was driving her mad. Finally the pressure on her throat let up; still, Christa seemed surprised that Ken had taken it that far, that rough -- he never had in the past. In fact, through all of their intimacies, Kenny seemed to be the most awkward man in the universe, giving consent and then acting like a virgin.
Christa must've been too scared to make noise during her most vulnerable state, because now there were constant heated breaths and half-choked out moans as Ken massaged her chest, sometimes trailing down with his lips to kiss, nip, and actually bite. Judging by the noises she made, Christa must have really liked that. Neither of them were ever too open about preferences in the bedroom, but it wasn't as if they'd ever tried anything too extremely kinky. A lot of biting these days, but not much else. Surely if they didn't like something, they would speak up about it, loudly. All the same, Kenny wasn't much into the whole dirty-talking, so sometimes encounters were oddly quiet save for their mixed breaths and grunts.
Why did women wear such tight pants? Sure, Kenny wasn't going to complain about how they clung to Christa's form, causing her to look beautiful and shapely, but they were a bitch to get off. Kissing her chest and fiddling with the button between his fingers simultaneously ultimately proved pretty difficult, so Ken retracted with a scowl, unbuttoning her jeans now with more ease. He took no extra time in practically ripping down the zipper, which loosed them up enough to be pulled off of her legs. Inside-out now, the pants joined the rest of the clothes on the floor. Ken lost his own jeans -- there was no point in them anymore. The friction of the denim against his crotch wasn't the most desirable, especially when there was a woman who was hot and bothered lying right in front of him.
"C'mere, princess," he said softly, re-claiming one side of the bed and pulling her close. In turn, Christa took it upon herself to straddle him, rubbing and grinding against him slowly, slowly, the friction driving them both insane as their undergarments separated their most sensitive areas. She could have made a joke about how he still managed to get it up, but Christa knew Kenny might comment something snarky back, something about her ruining her panties, or implying that she actually had a bigger dick than he did. Before she knew it, Christa was being forced down from the back of her neck into a kiss full of clashing lips and teeth and desire. The room already smelled of sweat and sex and the underwear hadn't even come off yet.
A curious hand began palming at Kenny through said underwear and that was enough to break the mutual silence.
"Condom. Nightstand drawer." And Christa's expression told him, "Gladly" as she reached over to the small table.
Seemed as though the two didn't even have enough patience to finish their foreplay.
