Grease Lightning | K.M

A Hickie From Kenickie

"Touch me", I whispered into his ear. He held me close like he was going to loose me. "Ain't gotta ask me twice", he said smirking. His burning hands traveled down my torso until he reached the bottom of my shirt.

I moaned against his lips in anticipation. I never wanted his hands to leave me. Quickly, he slipped his fingers under my shirt and went up. He left a sizzling trail of desire along my stomach as he continued to get closer to my chest.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, nobody's ever touched me like this before. What if he thought they were too small?

The doubt didn't last long once he grabbed my left breast. A string of heat I'd never felt before shot through me. He pinched my nipple hard, earning a whimper from me. I arched my back into him on instinct.

This caused him to groan out. "So fucking hot".

We tumbled through the sheets, both equally wanting to be closer. Finally, we were undressed. I stared down at him and hummed quietly. For a moment, I wavered.

One look at his- him- and I wasn't sure I could take it. I sunk my nails into his arms and whimpered.

"You're really-", I was going to say big but I didn't want him to laugh at me. I didn't want him to know how inexperienced I really was.

Kenickie pulled me into a kiss, spread my legs, and inserted himself. My core burned from his size so much so that I cried out.

Kenickie began thrusting, giving me no time to adjust. "Cry out for me", he grunted. I heard the strain in his voice as if he was forcing himself to go slow.

I did so instantly, "Kenickie oh my god. Go faster". I knew I couldn't resist anything he'd ask me. Not anymore.

Later that night, Kenickie had pulled me into the shower. I had fully expected round two, but was surprised to find him being tender. He washed my body excruciatingly slowly, hugged, and kissed me the entire time. I never wanted to leave.

But as the morning turned into mid afternoon, I remembered I had to get back to my life. I hadn't seen my parents in a while. I had no idea what happened when Sandy left. Kenickie, after putting up a fight, agreed to drive me home.

I bit my finger nervously on the ride back to my house. I was plagued with the question: what are we?

After sitting in silence and debating asking I finally ripped the band-aid off.

Kenickie grabbed my hand, "we're whatever you can handle". Typical male response.

I laughed loudly. "I seem to remember you being entirely at my mercy. What did you say as you came? I can't remember".

His usually stoic face flushed and I was happy to know I'd won. I'd already ruined his composure and there was no going back.

He squeezed my thigh, "I'll have you know that you had the wettest pussy I've ever seen".

Playtime was over. I shoved his hand away and crossed my arms. "There's no need to bring that up", I mumbled. I couldn't argue with him. I had been really turned on.

We laughed the rest of the way home. It felt weird being so comfortably exposed but I decided to go with it. I liked the way Kenickie made me feel.

Soon enough, he pulled up two houses down from my place. I used my last shred of courage and kissed him goodbye. "I guess I'll see you soon?" I asked him. He nodded without hesitation. The certainty was reassuring.

I waved goodbye as he drove off and once he was out of sight I walked into my house. I walked into my fathers den and found him hunched over paperwork. "Hi daddy", I said coming up beside him to see what he was working on.

The second I saw numbers I turned away, immediately uninterested. He looked up briefly to acknowledge my presence, "hey hon, how was the sleepover?".

I shrugged, "It was good. I was glad I went. For the first time I feel like things could be like they were back home". I walked over to sit in one of his plush brown recliners.

He smiled. "I'm quite glad. And hey, it only took a few months". I knew he was being sarcastic so I laughed slightly.

"Anyways", he said setting his papers aside, "your mother and I were watching the telly last night and saw the fight. I would like an explanation, and then your mother would like one as well", he said sternly. I felt him getting serious.

I gulped. I silently wagered how much I could reveal without getting banned from speaking to either boy again. "Well I went with Leo. But I was also friends with Kenickie-".

My father interrupted me to scoff, "what kind of parents name their child Kenickie?".

I shrugged. "It's a last name. Anyways, the boys hate each other and I've got no idea why. But I decided to go to the dance with Leo because he goes to a different school and I wanted him to feel included. Leo misread my intentions. And before you get angry, know that he's already apologized for kissing me".

Two lies already. I did know why they hated one another, but I couldn't actually explain why. Leo also hasn't said sorry for how he treated me, but neither have I. I knew it took two people to sink a ship.

I swallowed, watching my fathers features closely, "And Kenickie is a dear friend and he got a little protective over me. It really was just a big misunderstanding. Leo thought I liked him, and Kenickie knew I didn't. It was all a bit stressful so Sandy's friends invited me to spend the night. They're all such kind girls".

More lies. Rizzo was particularly nasty. Leo also knew I didn't like him, he just wanted to bait Kenickie. I was sad to say it worked.

My dad stared me down, looking for holes in my story. He's always said looking away was a sign of lying so I held my ground until he was satisfied. "Alright then, if you say so. But you better keep those two in check, I don't want the neighbors talking. Now go change out of that dress and have a shower", he demanded.

I let out a breath and nodded, "ok". I left his office quickly, glad to have gotten away with my lies and a secret night.