The quiet one

Always the quiet ones


A Beyblade fan-fiction. Which is of course not an intellectual property owned by me.

Hm.

Noticing the tragic lack of anything smutty and Kenny-chan related in the archives, I dreamed up this little jaunt where The Mighty Chief shows the other Bishi-Breakers why what they say about the quiet ones is something to heed…

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Tapping away at his desktop, occasionally pausing to take a sip of tea from a speckled mug or right his bushy bangs, Kenny was the portrait of a hard-working techie finishing a long Friday’s work. His laptop, its anthropomorphic bit-beast resting away, lay folded neatly beside him, peeking out from an unzipped shoulder bag.

A clock ticked away the last minutes of eight o’clock while the house cat fought an invisible foe in its sleep, just behind him on the couch. He sighed.

Smirking as the last few mouse clicks signalled the end of his project, he slid back from the desk and put his feet up on the computer tower humming merrily by his right knee. He back clicked several times more and reclined into his swivel chair.

“Now for the show.” He informed the housecat Tora, as she came over to investigate, then promptly plopped down on the floor beneath him.

She mewed. He chuckled slightly and ran his hand down her back. Cats always seemed to be comfortable around nerdy looking screen jockeys like him, probably something to do the whole “non-threatening” aura his type had going on.

Tora brushed against his forearm, a throaty purr rippled through her, eliciting a grin. Or maybe it was all the manual dexterity, or even the scrawny physique? The feline -a little overweight he should add- hopped up onto his lap, where she balled up and gave a yawning meow.

What kind of cats are we talking about now? He quizzed himself. The kind in his lap now, mewing and flexing away?

Or, he thought, a little excitement creeping into his chest, the kind who flexed and mewed and then gave him a big sloppy kiss?

Tora then slid off of him and re-conquered her domain beneath him.

Not like they’re not a little similar.

Kenny brought up his media player, hit full screen and tweaked the speakers just so.


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It was a few months ago that the whole thing started.

Kenny had bought a new digital video camera for the expressed purpose of recording training sessions and Beyblade footage without first having to convert and copy it from Dizzi. A process she frequently described as “a little uncomfortable” to say the least. It was a rather high end model, with all the options, internal microphone, optical zoom, remote control, additional jacks, the whole bit.

This meant little to nothing to any other member of the BladeBreakers, save perhaps ever-supportive max and his gadget-loving upbringing. So they left the techie stuff to him and continued without much thought to the chief’s new toy.

And it was this overlook they had for it which lead Kenny to the opening act of his little “reality show”.

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A couple weeks after he’d begun using the new training camera, Kenny left it the Dojo-come-Bey stadium after a particularly long session with the team, The White tigers were in town for the qualifiers to the next pan-Asian tournament, and Tyson seemed bent on doubling his usual drills in the company of former rivals. . Kai had walked out after his exercises were complete, as per usual, and the rest of the team worked late into the afternoon, then retiring to a near-by restaurant for some well-deserved Raman and tea.

When they returned, tired, full and sore, Kenny first noticed his camera had been left set-up in the Dojo, away from its charger. Tyson volunteered to retrieve the device, but typical of his ham-handed use of everything not designed to spin around in a dish, left it perched on a table in the living room, on and recording while somehow managing to rig up the charging unit correctly, if in a tangled mess of cords.

Had he known then what it could conceivably be pointed at and what it could potentially record - or who- Kenny didn’t chance a guess at what Tyson might have done with the thing. But from the generally boyish way Tyson seemed to conduct himself towards the fairer sex, there was a solid chance he too might be a little lost, or stunned.

Probably stunned.
And speaking of fairer sex…


Kenny had, by five o’clock, been typing away on his laptop for no more than a half hour when the first paragraph on his letter to write home walked in and collapsed next to him.

Mariah Wong.

“Hey Ken-chan.” she seemed a little tired, or maybe stressed? She had changed clothes from her earlier training and had her typical white halter top and dusty pink trousers. Her hair was clean and dry, so it was likely she had showered.

“Hello Mariah, feeling alright?” Kenny responded, not sure if she was honestly drowsy or just enjoying the plushy feel of Tyson’s couch. Any minute, though, Rei would soon appear. They stuck close together whenever they happened upon each other, and it was an open secret when the two would disappear for a stretch of a few hours where their blushes or dishevelled clothing came from.

Lucky dog.

“Yeah,” she cut through his mind-fog “ I guess.” She sighed and looked over at him. “You?”

That didn’t sound like Mariah, he thought, and where was Rei?

“Tired? Or just a little sore?” She smiled, which she returned, weaker. “You trained hard today, huh?” His upbeat comment seemed to bring back with little effect.

“It’s not entirely from training though,” again she sighed. “ Rei’s being a little…difficult.” she paused here.

“Like..!”

The two stumbled, at once trying to break the rapidly smouldering conversation. Kenny found himself blushing…was…she too?

“ Oh!…Go ahead, with whatever you were-” She began, then halted and smiled to cover the awkward stumbling of their conversation.

“It’s okay, I uh… Difficult?” He returned the gesture, but added the disarming wave of his hand, “That doesn’t sound like Rei…I mean, well…”

Mariah rolled her lips together and cast her big brown eyes onto the floor, and this time a mild blush definitely crossed her face. “Yeah, he’s really awesome and all, even though we don’t always get to see each other all that often and -it’s not that he’s being difficult- it’s just that there’s some difficulty between us, so, if that clears anything up…” She again trailed off but held his gaze with the corner of her eye, looking more weary than ever.

“Difficulty? So, its just…um,” Kenny certainly wasn’t used to personal conversations, especially with a girl, but it seemed as if a little engine inside him started to churn up his stomach whenever he began entertaining ideas of blurting out an excuse and bolting for the safety of his study. “C-couples stuff?”

It seemed for a half second her mouth might pop a smirk, but instead pursed and let out a low, short sound which he took to mean she was weighing her response. She soon opened and closed her mouth in quick succession. Then turned her lips into one of her toothy grins.

“Well…kind of, I mean, well,” she, for a brief moment, stuck her eyes to the corner of the ceiling, and returned to his bang-obscured eyes, “You already know Rei and I are kind of, uhhh”

“Attached?”

“Yeah” she nodded heartily, glad the conversation was staying light “Attached,” she let a long sigh pause her sentence, as she sank into the couch, “but lately whenever he and I train, or just do anything really, it’s like he’s trying to decide if I’m just one of the guys or y’know, something else…Then other times It’s all about us and being-” she caught herself mid-stride and locked onto his eyes, then both went rosey-red and broke into a temperate giggle.

“I think I get it now.” Kenny stated, as she lowered her head in what was probably a mock gesture of modesty.

“I hope I’m not just laying this on you Kenny, I don’t want to be a bother or anything.” She scratched her cheek and said, letting the tension melt away.

“No problem, you kind of get used to being the problem magnet in my line of work.” he took the opportunity to sate that little machine still lodged in his gut, as it seemed to have kicked into second gear. “So I mean, I don’t mind helping and all…”

Another smile. “Thanks Kenny, you’re probably the only level head around here sometimes and, I guess its just good to talk about some things…” she cranked her head to lock eyes and broke a wicked smirk, “So I suppose that makes you my honorary girlfriend, huh?”

It was difficult to describe someone with constant face-drapery have an eye pop moment, but there it was. “Excuse me?!” he replied, a little indignity about being the “girly-man” of the group.

“Hehehe! You sooo are Kenny! My extra special bestest girlfriend!” she rolled onto her knees and reached out to jab him in the shoulder with a finger as he tried his best to look aloof and indignant at the same time.

He failed.

“Oh Come on! Just because I’m not a macho Bey champion or one of your cat-eared friends, why do I immediately get labelled the “girlfriend”? I can be other things!” he complained as she pressed her attack and actually bowled him over , now pinning him to the couch as he thrashed for freedom.

“What’s the matter Kenny, you think you’re in the “friend box” or something with me, huh?” she said in a tone with a lot more inflection than she probably intended, being on top of him while he held her arms wasn’t helping either, as even the faithful motor sitting in his stomach groaned to overdrive. “Something you’re not telling me girlfriend?”

He coughed into his newly liberated hand, as she relinquished her onslaught and helped him sit up, though they now sat almost side-by-side. “I don’t know what you mean.” he said in his driest voice. She chuckled.

“Anyways, so, can I-” she stalled, crossing her arms and going into pensive mode again. “Can we talk like, privately? Mariah stated, in a sober tone.

“Private like, how?” He looked around, no one was in the nearby kitchen, or even on their side of the house, with most of the Beybladers either snoozing in Tyson’s rooms or back out on the town.

“Well, I mean like..” She let her arms fall and leaned in ever so slightly. Probably unintentional, he told himself. “Not just sharing or anything, just a private conversation? I don’t want to make you go all secretive or think I’m just forcing your silence or whatever so if that’s not something..”

He raised his hand. “I get it, personal.” she smiled again. Exactly. “I’m actually pretty good with secrets, though so don’t worry about me blabbing every little thing.” he grinned back at her. “Not like anyone would even listen if I did though.”

“That’s not true, Kenny, lots of people listen to what you have to say!” She lightly tapped his shoulder.

He simply rubbed his hair.

“But I only ask this because I really don’t like y’know complications that arise when people start talking about well, pretty much anything personal and all that.” She sank into the cushions and sighed.
“ So you and Rei are having some issues with the whole label thing then?” He ventured. She didn’t turn her head, but nodded slightly.

“And I mean, I guess that’s what happens when you’re always either friends or just friends but…not, like now…” she blushed a little and peeked at him from the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, but soon you two can move somewhere or start your own team or something, or just kind of I dunno open up to everyone that you’re…uh..”

“Attached”

“Yeah,” he noted as a good bit of colour ran to his face, “attached.”

“And by the way, how exactly is it that you think Rei and I are together?” Her blush rose, although she seemed quite deliberate. “Just out of curiosity.”

Oh, boy.

“Well…uh, I don’t really know anything, or seen something that you two might,” He could see the corner of her mouth rise in a grin, “Or y’know might not be doing or -well!-” he petered off under her almost casual glare.

“So you and the guys know nothing much, and he’s never said anything?” she posed.

The stomach machine was somewhere between grinding gears and meltdown. “No.” he answered simply.

“Well, maybe he’s just trying to appear, I guess gentlemanly or friendly I mean, we’ve done some things and if he hasn’t-” Again she caught herself and giggled, before nudging a tomato red Kenny. “Re-lax Kenny! You figured we were doing a few things alone ,right?”

“Well, I…I don’t speculate on…matters like that”. Total cop out.

And she called in a flurry of laughter.

“Come on!” She knocked his shoulder and laid out on the unused portion of the couch, calming in a sigh.

“This is just so…tedious. And I don’t want to deal with relationship nonsense when I get to see him.” She rubbed her forehead. “All of him.”

Kenny, predictably enough, almost chocked. “WHAT!?”

Mariah balled up in shear amusement as Kenny tried to sort out if that was completely a joke.

“Are you…are you serious?” he gingerly posed.

Mariah winked.

“Mariah…?” She chocked out another round of giggles.

“Seriously! Have you two…uh…” he tried to stumble upon his point. She sat up, braced on one elbow “well, kinda, I mean, not always, but.” she shrugged, almost giddy at his open mouth.

His coughing neatly broke the silence. “Ah…just…wondering.” he said, without trying to let his racing heart show, or the images of the two….uncovered…slip into his head.

“What’s the matter, still I mean are you…?” she seemed more concerned about his reaction than her ready ability to drop a bombshell without a second thought.

And then she asks if he still had his cherry.

Just wow.

She must have read it on his face .

“Sorry Kenny, I just, well, thought you sort of figured it out.” She grinned and tried to shrug some of the tension mounting off of them.

“Don’t worry, just sort of unexpected, that’s all.” He returned her grin and let the awkward silence slide off into a pause.

Mariah broke it first.

“All this worry makes me sore though, and I just can’t seem to get Rei to be there lately…man.” she puttered off and threw her arm over her face.

And Kenny, at least a little emboldened, stood up.

“where are you going?” she queried. Kenny smirked and walked around to the back of the couch and tapped the backrest.

“Sit up for a second, okay?”

She did.

“What’re you doing Kenny?” the puzzled look on her face belied her immediate move to sit flush with the back rest, and curled her neck backwards to look at him inverted, as he now stood directly behind her.

New plan of attack, Kenny instructed himself, stomach engine in drive, Calm her down and shift topic.

Preferably away from his sexual… Just shift it.

However, that top of hers was cut a lot lower than he had initially assumed.

“Give me a second.” he reached down and gently kneaded the upper tips of her shoulder blades, to which she answered with a stifled inhale. “Kenny!”

“Hehe, what?” he mused, rubbing her shoulders slightly firmer. “too hard?”

“Well, no, but….just kind of surprised.” she lolled her head forward and let it hang.

“ You looked stressed-”

“And you wanted to keep me from asking about why little ‘ol Ken-chan hasn’t bothered to meet the girls, huh?” Her tone was more amused than accusatory. Her eyes were closed.

“Maybe. Maybe I just wanted to get some sweet neck action, y’know its my favourite part.” he joked, she chuckled. “Doesn’t seem fair that I only let him get some, now does it?”

He smiled, though she couldn’t see him do it. With his thumbs he began to work her spine. “is here fine?”

She just gave the universal two tone “hm” which always meant a sleepy “yes”. “You’re really good at that Kenny.” She added, and shrugged a little, which he took as “more to the left, where‘d you learn that?”.

“Many months of sore legs.” he replied. “mine of course, before you ask.”

The two remained quiet for a handful of minutes.

“Hold on a second.” Mariah broke the silence, and pulled away. Kenny assumed to get up and leave, but she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her halter top and slid them down, then pulled her arms from under them so they sat crumpled, suspended from just above her bra strap. Which of course was now quiet visible.

“That’s better, huh?” She mused, and sat back down. It was all Kenny could do to keep from exploding from internal pressure.

The plan had backfired.

Hard.

And now what?

“I-I guess so.” he tried to keep a level head, and now direct his eyes to the barest beginnings of her bust, now visible with a minor tilt of his head.

“Something wrong Ken?” she posed to him, with…a playful undertone?

Oh god dammit, he mentally socked himself. She thinks this is funny.

“No…nothing, Mariah. Hands are just a little tired.” And that halter wasn’t getting any higher.

“Oh, Well then. Could you do my back then?” she leaned forward, the white straps of her bra laid out before him, which she simply had to know.

Dammit Dammit.

“Uh, s-sure.” she nervously drew his hands lower, and began to pray that the house would remain still, and no one would burst in and she him massaging one of his best friend’s girlfriend. And mistake it for…

Dammit.


“ Something the matter back there?” Mariah asked, obviously well aware of what was wrong, and simply amused by it.

Screw it Kenny, he told himself, go for it.

“Umm, your, uh, bra is kind of..” he managed to get out before she stopped him.

“In the way? Here let me-”

And she reached back and unsnapped it as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“Better?” she said, casual, as the unattached bits of her undergarment peeked out from the edge of her top. “or were you expecting something more?”

“Umm, uh, no, that’s…fine Mariah.” Kenny began with her neck again, then migrated to the slightly paler area her bra had recently occupied.
Without warning, she reached down her front and excised the garment from under her top.

“You know, I actually hate wearing a bra. Glad to know I can just relax with you Kenny. That’s such a hard thing with guys these days.”

Hard thing.

And there it was.

He didn’t know exactly when it happened, but it was quite evident in his shorts that Kenny’s body wasn’t the gentleman he was.

“You have to warn me before you do something like that, Mariah, I might bite my tongue.” Trying to keep the mood light.

She giggled. “sorry.”

She then placed her unused garment beside her and rolled her shoulders. Oh, if Rei caught him now…

“Hey Kenny?” Mariah spoke, “Could you come around the other side of the couch?”

Aside from the “difficulty” his shirt neatly hid, he didn’t see why not, and in just a little while, She’d be relaxed enough for him to get out of there and barricade himself in his room.

So, he came around expecting her to lie down.

She didn’t.

“uhh, Mariah, aren’t you going to lie-”

“Here!” she took his hand and drew his to a sitting position on the floor, then turned him around so that he sat with his head in line with hers.

Between her splayed legs.

“Mariah, what are you doing? I-I mean!” Kenny scrambled as she placed her hands on his shoulders, effectively keeping him in a seated position, even as she began to massage his shoulders. “its your turn, Kenny, so just sit back.”

And he would have, were her foot not perched three inches left of his erection.

“Come on, Kenny, what’s the matter?” Mariah asked, her hands now firmly kneading his shoulders.

“Uh…this looks, really odd, I mean-” he began, shaky, as her keen fingers worked further down his arms.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t think anyone’s around.” She leaned in and whispered to him, in a tone far too husky to be the fault of volume. Her foot was moving.

“M-Mariah? Your foot is kinda‘…close” He began, but her grip just grew closer and he know realized that the ball of her left foot was now tracing a definite pattern just to the side of where his stiffening trouble met his groin.

“To what Kenny?” This time, although he couldn’t bring himself to turn his head, or any other muscle, he knew her lips were right beside -almost against- his ear.

“Your hard-on?”

She knows. Damn it to hell she knows. He repeated in his head, trying desperately to imagine a situation where she didn’t kick him in the crotch and leave in an awkward fuss. Of course, until he noticed the sensation of her instep across the clothed top of his swollen manhood.

“Why are you-?” He began, as soon as he recovered enough of himself to form words.

But she merely smirked and began an even more active rhythm with both her hands and what had to be the softest pair of feet in Japan.

“Sh, Kenny, just let me help you relax a little, Okay?” she soothed him, with her lips now occasionally brushing the tender edge of his ear. “Sometimes a little contact is just what stress needs, and,” she giggled in a way that wouldn’t lead you to believe she was giving a foot job at the time, “ This is something I think we can both…”

She paused long enough for Kenny to realize he was holding his breath, as one of her hands migrated to the point in his chest where his heart was cranking out a whole new gear.

“Deal with?”

“Is-is that a question?” He responded, trying to not appear as unsteady as he knew he was. Mariah had just straight up propositioned him.

Mariah.


FUCK.


“It can be,” she whispered, the tips of her lips curling in a smirk, “ but I’m wondering, if I do this a little longer,” that hand of hers started traveling southwards “are you gonna` say yes?”

Her hair had fallen aside her face and draped just over his. It smelt like something indescribably appetising, and only barely real. Screw it, he told the possibility of someone, anyone walking in.

“I…I just might,” he whispered back to her, a heavy blush visible from beneath his heavy bangs.

They locked eyes for just one long moment before she giggled and stood up, then turned and faced him so he could take her all in. Somehow, her bra was now sitting on the armrest, but her top was still pushed down to where modesty was only technical and nudity was more than implied. A haughty look was across her dace and a thick, toothy grin framed her cherry lips. Kenny was pretty sure she had crossed her arms under her bust for less then sterling reasons. He didn’t need to check her abandoned lingerie to know it was absent of padding. He did though, to remind himself her disrobing wasn’t part of a wonderful dream.

And she snickered and winked when she caught him doing it.

“Enjoying the view?” she chided him, as she put her hands on her hips and put on a look of determined mischief.

“I can honestly say I am, Mariah.” He tried to return her tone, and keep his hands off the painful entity trying to break through his boxers.

“Not yet you aren’t, Kenny-boy” Mariah said in a positively devious tone, before hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her tight white sweatpants and pulling them down as elaborately as she could, all the while feeding on the bulging eyes Kenny barely managed to keep inside of his head,

First she slid the garment just below her hips, riding the widest part of her enviable curves, then she made a big show of bending at the waist and sticking her butt out, while smoothly lowering them to her knees, giving Kenny a big helping of down-the-shirt while she did it. Then, with feline grace, she swivelled forward to a high crouch and spread her knees as she released the drawstring on what was once the crotch of her pants. The (more than slightly) dampened spot on the front of her pastel pink G-string was blaringly obvious to Kenny, as she made sure it was.

Not that anything less than in-your-face would even register with the hormone ball Kenny’s head was reduced to.

Free of her pants and now clad only in a deliberately skimpy thong and a failing excuse for a halter, currently more like a crumpled, misaligned tube top, she stood and once again placed her hands on her hips, with a grin that could raise a broken weathervane.

“What’s the matter Ken? Never seen a thong before?” She smirked as he ran his eyes up and down her in shear admiration. So of course, she gave a little blush.

“Uh…well, one on an actual girl, Yeah, kind of.” he confessed, his shear excitement crystallizing into a kind of cunning honesty.

She knew it. “Well then, why don’t I show you a little closer, huh?” Mariah replied, taking a firm stride towards his still sitting self, until both his legs were laid out beneath her and the thin fabric of her string not more than a foot from his very heated face.

If her hair was the flavour of strawberry ice cream, what Kenny could scent with Mariah’s heated core so close was a naked angel corkscrewing her tongue in his mouth. And all the while, she just giggled and smiled.

“Here” She offered, as she took his hands in hers. “let me help you there.”

“O-Okay.” was all he could manage as she made him entwine his fingers with the narrow strings that rode her shapely hips. From there he managed to let himself roam under the rosey straps, and finally caress the minute triangle that hovered over the heavenly soft curves of her butt. All the while watching Mariah prompt him this way and that with a shift of her hips, a gasp, or even her own hands.

“It…looks good on you.” He uttered, even as the ridge of his thumbs tested where the string vanished between her cheeks, to re emerge in the no-mans land just below where an increasingly damp spot grew.

“Y-Yeah, thanks, Kenny.” He realized her eyes were blissfully closed and her hands had disappeared to knead her own chest. “You know, they’re actually really comfortable to wear, without all the lines and constriction the other kinds have. Especially since its usually soooo humid in Hong Kong,” she added, her hips now rocking ever so slightly into his hands. “Of course, I go without any pretty often too.” She winked at him as his breath caught. “That’s the most comfortable of all.”

Fighting dirty, huh? He thought, two can play at that, as they say.

“So, Is that why you’re bald down here? Humidity?” he looked into her face, waiting for the expected reaction as to why no bush was seen beneath her revealing choice of panties.

It didn’t come.

“I have a little hair!” She cheerily declared, and immediately peeled down the bare front of her thong to where moisture almost soaked her garment, in the process revealing a thin, immaculately trimmed strip of maroon leading down to what could only be hot and wet…

“See…Kenny?” She asked, like he wasn’t staring at her almost-but-naked crotch.

Do you see where I want you to look Kenny?

“Oh…Definitely, Mariah” He answered, then again locked eyes with her.

And what do you want me to do about it, Mariah?

His right hand quickly made it’s way to the newly revealed patch of skin, taking over from her, his left snuck unnoticed down the hills of her rear and seized the narrow string dividing her ass. A sharp intake meant that he’d hit a sweet spot.

“K-K…Kenny….be g…gentle there….OH!” she began , right as the ball of his hand brushed over the hot fold under the fabric that was ever thinning with her excretions.

The advantage is mine.

With a techie’s dexterity, he teased the taut string just enough for Mariah to roll her hips forward and back into either his palm or the guilty pleasure of riding her string . After he had coaxed a few gasps, he switched it up and found just the right place for his strong fingers to work their magic.

“K-Kenny! Not there! I can’t stand, oh, OH!” Mariah tried to gasp out as Kenny nimbly found the point just between her now boiling slit and the edge of the fabric that attempted to conceal it, where the stitching formed an easily, if rarely found location to make her eyes roll back.

“Can’t stand what? Mariah?” He began, until she firmly grabbed his shoulders and gave him a predatory gaze.

“Fuck, Kenny!” She moaned and dropped to her knees, just before she ushered him onto the couch and straddled him. He didn’t even have time to guess when she’d unpopped the button on his shorts.

“Rei can never find out about this, okay?” she said, with as much syrup as anything else she’d said, “N-Not a thing, secret.” he repeated. Her silky hands now full on feeling up his screaming hard erection.

“Do you, uh, have something or…?” For a second his gentlemanly nerddom snuck through with a parry.

“It’s a safe day, but thanks,” She licked her lips, and he felt his zipper being breached.

“Now, lets see what all of Kenny’s stress is about, huh?” she chided, his shorts and boxers were quickly pulled past his hips and with hands of cashmere she took the base of his cock.

Finally.

“Mmm, not bad at all Kenny-chan.” Lust was thick and heavy in her eyes, “Rei’s bigger of course.” She whispered. He only smirked and ran his hands over her uncovered ass.

“I kinda` figured he would be. But I hear technique-” She silenced him with a finger on his lips.

“Oh, You’ll hear all about technique Kenny, And I have a feeling I just might too.” Mariah interrupted, as the molten material of her thong connected with his naked member.

“But, This is just stress relief, remember, I mean, I like you and all Kenny-” This time he silenced her with a bold, if a little sloppy, kiss to the lips.

“I understand, but, still, thanks.”

She just smirked.