Kenny McCormick has always been the town slut. Even when he was eight, he was getting head from older girls. The boy had his way with words that can make any girl melt like chocolate in his mouth. Yeah, in his fucking mouth. Kenny has tasted all the fruits South Park had to offer; even Wendy Testaburger. So why is it that he's so crazy about this new chick at school?
Blue and Hayden Cole came to South Park all the way from California. Hayden, the older brother, is so outgoing and smart. He's a total party-slut and can still keep his GPA at a 4.2. Blue is smart. Always quiet. Always focused. Always so damn intent. It makes sense why Kenny always feels like the biggest idiot in the world when he tries to talk to her.
"Yeah, out parents named her Blue because of her eyes and her cool refreshing smile. Very artistic and open minded. She always has that peacefulness to her too. Like an ocean. Strange right? But it really does fit her." Kenny once asked Hayden the story behind her name.
Well, Craig did, but Kenny was just as intrigued by it.
It was a hot summer day and Kenny decided to go skinny dipping at Starks Pond. His mind was still on Blue. He wanted to talk to her; wanted to ask her to go swimming with him, but couldn't even text her. He was too embarrassed by the fact that he didn't even own a pair of swim trunks. The family was shit fuck broke. Even though everyone in South Park knows that, he had too much pride to accept peoples hand outs.
As he was strolling closer to the park, he saw a figure sitting near the pond. Her short jet black hair and petite figure was always easy to spot for him. Kenny stopped five feet away to see if she noticed him.
Fat fucking chance.
She was so busy with her sketch pad that she wouldn't even notice if Kenny was drowning in the pond right in front of her. It was time to put the charm on her. At least, that's what he wish he could do. For some reason, it felt like he had cement blocks on his feet again. He died that day, of course, but no body really remembered. Just like no one really does. Except, the chances of him dying today are really low.
"Are you just going to stand behind me or are you going to talk..?" Blue turned and smiled. "Your heavy breathing was distracting me." Kenny was stunned. One, this is the most she's ever talked to him in one day than she's done in the six months her and her family has lived in South Park. And two, was he really breathing that heavily?
"Sorry. I didn't know breathing was such a distraction. Won't let it happen again." Kenny then proceeded to hold his breath.
Blue giggled lightly, "I don't want you passing out silly. I'm sure you don't want me to give you CPR." Some how she found that embarrassing and turned away to blush. Kenny didn't know what to do. He felt more poor, looking at Blue in her Forever21 daisy dukes and transparent red tank-top and bikini teasing him slightly. All he was wearing was a hand me down black tank and khakis.
Kenny's body went stiff (in more ways than one.) He sat next to her, really wanting to see the pink spread across her cheeks. "You look cute when you blush." He knows that line makes girls blush more. Sure enough, her face was completely red.
"St-stop teasing. Its not nice asshole." Blue cooed as she tried to hide her face.
Kenny grabbed her arms. "I wanna see." Blue struggled to get control, but Kenny was stronger, taller, and eager to see her cute face. He pinned her down on the grass and they were both laughing. Kenny was enjoying himself. He couldn't believe her was enjoying himself. Actually, he couldn't really believe he was even making this much physical contact with her.
Blue avoided his eyes. "Can I make you blush more and not call it rape?" Blue's eyes went wide. She swallowed and squirmed to break free from his grip; but Kenny could tell she secretly liked being underneath him. "Let me make you blush.."
I wonder how much I can get away with before she says stop. Will she let me taste her sweet ripe fuit?
Slowly and softly, Kenny lowered his lips to the arc of Blue's neck. Lightly sliding his tongue on her tender spots, Blue made desirable noises. Every touch, sound, feeling, went straight to Kenny's dick.
"St-sto-…" She couldn't form her words.
This encouraged Kenny to let his hands explore her body. He enjoyed hearing Blue's noises. He grabbed her hand and moved it towards his dick. Kenny was more than hard. He was so ready to ravish the girl underneath his body.
"Fuck," he huffed. "This is what I've been wanting baby." He started to make his mouth ready for the 'sweet fruit' just as a voice rang through. "Get your hands off my fucking girlfriend McCormick."
It was Craig Mother-fucking Tucker.
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I didn't really know what to feel after the encounterment with Kenny McCormick at Starks Pond. I wanted to save him (and his nose) from Craig's wrath, but Craig was pissed beyond belief. Calling Kenny a rapist, beating him to the ground. I was expecting Kenny to put up a fight, but he just took it.
Not what I would've ever expected from Kenny-effing-McCormick.
Laying in bed next to Craig made Blue feel uncomfortable. She knew his temper was bad. She faced it many times. And many times over he came through her window, crying and sobbing like a baby. Apologizing for everything he said. For pinning her against the wall and saying degrading things out of pure hate.
Not for her, but for his family. Only, taking it out on them wasn't enough. She assumed he had so much anger in him that he needed to vent his anger out on him.
But she never feared Craig.
She found some odd comfort in the way he handled things. Sure, you can call it abuse. But Blue never really saw it that way. It was more like Craig wanting to protect her from harm and that it was completely normal for him to bash someone's face in. Was it really so wrong of her to feel that way? Is it unhealthy?
"I'm sorry I didn't push him off... I just-" Craig pulled her in for a kiss. He tasted like Dente Ice gum and Jack Daniels. A familiar taste that always follows after his little sister Ruby one-uping him infront of the parents.
These feelings are always new. I never really get use to Craig's random moments. He can some how always catch me off guard. I guess thats why I care about him so much. I don't really think its love. More infatuation than anything else.
Blue and Craig laid together, bodies intwined with each other. She was still a virgin, and Craig hadn't really pressured Blue for sex. Once, he did, and Blue didn't talk to him for a week. It wasn't worth it in Craig's opinion. He just wanted her closeness again so he apologized and took her to an art show in Denver. "Think his nose is going to ever look the same?" Craig asked.
"Maybe not. But you gave him some extra streed cred. Listen Craig.. I think theres something you should-" He cut her off with another kiss. He probably knows exactly what she's going to say. He's just finding a way to avoid it. Maybe its for the best. Those feelings will blow over sooner or later; and Craig was worth her time.
Its not like she was actually going to let Kenny McCormick fuck her earlier.
Right...?
*****O.o So.. This is my first time writing a fan fic. I don't think I'm doing a great job and I really need some input. This will drive me crazy for the rest of the weekend. Lets see if I'll have enough to write the next chaper _ But please ;A; help me with my story.
