Knock out Betty

Prom Night

=Warning and disclaimer=
[This chapter includes events during the final episode and what I believe went down between Joan and JFK to lead them to getting it on with one another. This is in fact a smut warning for this chapter. If you'd rather avoid smut, I'd suggest sciddadling along or awaiting the next chapter. My posting schedule may be a bit funny but I will try to create new chapters. For readers, Thanks for supporting ]

Joan sat out upon the stoop of the prom lamenting whilst tears streamed down her face. Was she really so shallow in getting Abe to like her that she would change everything about who she was? In those split seconds in the prom when Abe actually seemed to see her, she felt overwhelmed by happiness before he was whisked off by the sway of Cleo, beckoning him into her offers of her body. In the end, Joan couldn't help but wonder if it would truly be worth the effort if Abe only noticed her for the facade, instead of the real her. In that moment, Joan could only admit defeat to herself and her endeavors of getting Abe to love her. Joan wiped off her makeup with rough swipes of her wrists and snatched off her wig and dress, tossing everything into the trash in a fit of frustration. She growled and screamed in frustration, kicking the dumpster with tears still staining her cheeks. She'd changed back into her regular clothes and breathed to calm her rage. Yet she still felt the preminence of heartbreak. She stared to the sky as tears continued to cascade her cheeks, thinking about all her moments with Abe and all She'd done for him, only sinking her deeper into sorrow with each memory.
"I'm an idiot," Joan mumbled to herself within a deep sigh.
"Penny for ya thoughts?"
Joan wiped her tears and jumped in a bit of surprise at the voice of familiarity. Looking over her shoulder to see JFK, She deadpanned a side eye at him before looking away.
"Thought you'd be with your other dates you brought."
Joan spat with way more resent and venom than she intended. She hadn't meant it to come out so harsh, but it was true, and it did piss her off at how pretentious it was of JFK to do, having asked her after already having dates.
"Well, Uh- actually Kathrine, the great is heavin bile into the hotdogs vat, and I uh- gave the Bronte sistas to the three stooges."
JFK said lightly.
Everything went silent for a moment as JFK popped a squat beside Joan. and said not a word more. Joan could feel her guilt eating at her as she glanced over at JFK. The man wasn't the smartest of guys, but he had to know when he was being used, right? He may have been a jerky Jock, but he didn't deserve to be used this way.
"JFK. You know I used you, right?"
JFK just sat their staring off with his softened smile, letting out a soft chuckle, while looking down at his own fiddling hands.
"Yeeah, I know."
Joan could only feel her guilt knawing at her core as she received JFK's response.
I used you for a really dumb and shallow reason too, ya'know? I was so set on trying to get Abe to fall for me and make him jealous. I ended up being someone I'm not!"
Joan's words came out in a strangled, cracked voice as tears began to scatter her cheeks again. She could only sniffle and hug herself. Joan had no idea what she could say for herself, she'd let her emotions control her, she'd been selfish in her own ambitions, and she pretended to be someone she wasn't for a guy who only showed interest in her when she changed everything about herself. She'd lost any reasoning for her actions
"Ugh! Why am I such a girl??!"
All she could utter as she clenched her head.
She felt a sudden gentle hand cup over one of her own, making her glance over to the side in bemusement at a soft smiling JFK.
"Exactly."
Joan's walls slightly fell as he softly stroked a finger across her cheek, looking at her softly.
"You're a real knock out-betty Joan."
Joan could feel her face warm.
"An even better betty, when you're being the real you and not just being sum slutty whore."
Joan's eyes glossed over as she saw JFK's transparent sincerity.
"W-what are you saying?"
Joan felt like her heart and mind conflicting, not knowing what to feel in this moment.
"Sayin I like you for you, Joanie."
JFK cupped Joan's face in his hands, stroking her tear stained cheeks, never wavering his eyes contact.
"Without the makeup and the dress, and the vapid slut act, I see you Joan, and if Abe can't see you without all that junk, he's got his head stuffed full a chowda"
Joan couldn't help but crack a soft smile and lean into his soft, caressing hands.
"I tell ya that guys head is so fulla chowda, he should have a bread bowl for a beard!"
JFK cracked the corny joke, mildly spoiling the moment as he laughed nervously, only for Joan to look at him with unamusement.
"Hehe, too corny?"
JFK asked nervously.
"Varily so."
"Did I uh, ruin our little moment?"
JFK asked in mild deflation, making Joan sigh and shoot him a half smirk, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Not, completely ruin it."
JFK blinked in a bit of confusion.
"I didn't?"
"I'll let it slide this once."
Joan said simply as she got closer to JFK'S face with a playful smile.
JFK wasn't the best at reading social cues but he was good at telling when someone wanted to kiss or fuck him, and the way Joan was closing in felt like a green light to him, but definitely wanted to be sure since this of course was Joan.
"Ehh ya'sure ya wanna take this there, Joanie? I'm all in for it! Don't want you regretting anything later now, aye?" JFK laughed lightheartedly to soften the mood but still held some seriousness searching her eyes for wavering vulnerability.
Joan couldn't help but give a gentle smile to JFK's thoughtfulness, giving him a soft nod before they both softened their expression and sealed their kiss. The warmth of each other's mouths conveying needy emotions.
Joan could feel her walls melting along with her body. This definitely wasn't JFK's first rodeo. Yet it felt like he was showing restraint, as though he wanted Joan's first time to be memorable and special and not his usual hit it and quit its. If things progressed any faster than what they were. He wanted that to be Joan's decision.
JFK took hold of Joan's waist, lifting her as she hoisted her legs around his hips instinctively. In turn, their tongues began to tango delightfully inside one another's mouths. JFK had begun walking, finding the nearest door and walking them into it, having it happen to be the meat locker, with a conveniently placed bed that had more than likely been paleted off with frozen meat.
JFK gently placed Joan upon the bed as he followed, not wanting to separate their lips as he rubbed up her thigh, eliciting a soft mewl from Joan. He separated from Joan for a moment to look at her with his longing eyes, causing her to become anxious and flustered.
"What? Why are you staring?"
"Can't believe I get to be with a stone cold knockout on prom night."
Joan felt her heart flutter at JFK's compliment, JFK somehow always knew just what to say to knock down her defenses.
JFK ran his finger just under the hem of her shirt before pausing and looking her in the eye with genuine request.
"If you don't mind."
Asking silently to remove her shirt.
Joan felt her cheeks flush but smiled and obliged him as she sat forward, allowing him in the assistance of removing her shirt. As soon as the shirt was off, JFK went straight back into kissing, which Joan more than welcomed. JFK's hands didn't only grab her breasts. He fondled them with care, trying different motions to figure out what Joan liked. Once he found a technique that caused a soft sigh and mewl, he stuck to it, wanting to take his time with her. His wonton massages working her boobs slowly out of her bra. His motions were so fluid and smooth that Joan had no time to feel embarrassed when she felt his finger graze her nipples and the back latch of her bra unfastened.
When JFK made his way down to kissing her neck, Joan let out a heavy moan, his mouth only trailing lower as he went. Taking his time on the way down, to pleasure and worship every area that elicited a reaction from Joan. She seemed especially sensitive right above her belly button. Her body squirmed as he held her hips, taught whilst fondling one of her breasts, leaving litte hickies upon her stomach. JFK dared himself to travel lower, glancing up at Joan in the throws of pleasure. He hooked his fingers in the waist band of her pants, pulling them off of her. The only barrier between he and his goal was her tasteful black thong.
JFK continued his trail of kisses, holding her thighs steady as his lips grazed against the skin of her inner thigh. The sensation sending shivers up the red heads spine. He didn't dive immediately, for her womanhood like she'd assumed he would. No, he took his time and tended to the coveted flesh leading to the hidden treasure, his prize shielded by a thin layer of cloth. He could feel the heat emitting from her against his cheek.
Not many knew, but JFK was a selfless lover. While he did love the ball tightening feeling of receiving pleasure, he felt even better giving it out. Knowing that he was the cause of such erotic reactions did something for him that a simple blow job just couldn't.
"JFK.. I need it."
Joan heaved with her heavy, desperate breathing and flushed face.
JFK looked up at her with a content smile and chuckle and sat forward a bit.
"You'rea the boss-lady"
He hooked his fingers in the waist of her underwear, pulling as she lifted her hips for them to be removed.
Once fully off, he marveled at her drooling, heated core. It glistened and flushed pink with need. Her pertruding bud seemed to quiver for a longing touch.
Joan's breathing became shaky and heavier. Her arousal matching up with her anxiety. Her certainty wavered the more the jock stared.
She almost said something to stop him. Before she could, he latched to her womanhood without second thought, causing Joan's head to throw back in pure exileration.
A choked breath and moan caught in her throat as she experienced a sensation she herself could not fathom or describe. Her body instinctively attempted to jerk away only for her hips to be held steadily in place by the Jock's strong, toned arms. His long, dexterous tongue, traveling and exploring her, sacred nethers. Though exploring, still giving extra special attention to her coveted pearl, allowing the rough pad of his tongue to graze and flunk against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Joan's head was reeling and drowning in the new and foreign stimulation to her body.
Her hips bucked and trusted towards JFK's face of their own free will. Her own hands grasped her breasts roughly as her moans filled the room.
"Ohh JFK~"
His name dripping from her lips like honey and butter on toast.
"I think I'm gunna-"
Before she could finish her sentence, JFK popped his head up, leaving Joan confused and unfinished. A smirk plastering his lips.
"JFK, what the hell?? Why did you stop?? I was just about to-"
Before she could finish, he suddenly reached behind her ear and pulled out a condom before her face with a pleased smile.
"Ehhh~"
JFK said simply in hopes of impressing Joan.
Joan seemed less than amused at his antics at the expense of her own climax.
Joan, in turn, sighed in annoyance, clenching the bridge of her nose.
"You are so lucky I'm too turned on for this."
"I'll take it!"
JFK said before opening the condom with his teeth.
After prepping himself, he leaned over Joan with his traid mark smile and light chuckle as his member aligned with her entrance.
"I meant it what I said about ya Joanie. For me, right now, I'm the most luckiest guy at this prom."
Just like that, JFK had again said just the right thing to get her to open up to him.
Joan's hands found their way to JFK's glutes, pulling him slightly closer to allow his tip to kiss her entrance.
"Don't get cute with me, Kennedy."
Joan gave the man a soft yet challenging look. Her hands getting a firm grasp on his tookus. Making him let out a whimpered moan
"Give me everything you've got."

"Heh, same, Ole Joanie."
JFK returned her look with playful challenge before thrusting his hips forward, burying his length up the hilt of Joan's deepest crevice.
Joan felt her walls stretch to accommodate JFK's girthy length. All the jokes Joan had cracked about JFK'S attitude and personality accommodating for something couldn't be more than wrong.
One of her hands raked her nails over his lower back, making his breath quiver before he pulled his hips halfway out to only thrust back in with a deep, heavy push.
"Fuuuuuck, JFK!~"
Joan's moans rang sweetly in JFK'S ears as he kept himself together in between her tight, clenching walls and her heated hands upon his ass and lower back.
"Shit! Ya so tight fah me Joanie!~"
JFK continued his rhythm and tempo with Joan, holding himself back as much as he could, his arms flexing as he hooked one around the back of one of her legs to get better leverage. In return, he not only went deeper but was able to increase his tempo as well.
"Oh fuck, faster JFK!~"
Joan cried out as she hooked an arm around his neck their heavy breathing and moans filling the room.
Soon, JFK could balls clench up, and Joan's walls doing the same.
"Oh, JFK! I'm so cloose!~"
"Mm!~ Me too baby~"
With their orgasms so close and in sync, JFK hooked his other arm under the red head's other leg, pushing himself deeper and faster. The pressure of his weight causing a wave of a new sensation from her G-spots discovery.
"Oh God, JFK! Please! Dont stop!~"
Joan's pleading and needy flushed expression only speading JFK to the finish line and his in turn doing the same for Joan.
"Holy shit Joanie! I'm gunna!~"
"Fuck JFK!~ I'm cumming!~"
Joan's pupils dialted as she could feel her orgasm shaking her very core down to her legs curling at her toes.
This was followed by JFK'S own orgasm that was causing his hips to jolt faintly, leaving his whole body twitching. His eyes met with Joan's own glazed over ones as they stared  at one another with heaving chests. This was the moment when most teens would regret their actions and pretend nothing had happened, but Joan found herself closing the distance with the Kennedy boy in a warm and tender show of affection that he more than happily returned as they layed their in one another's embrace.

Until Abe, Cleo, and the rest of prom burst in with Abe looking on in what seemed to be heartbreak. Ultimately confusing Joan and causing her discomfort and awkwardness instead of anger and guilt.