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Ron's toys	By : sandman-nobody Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 93302 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
A/N: As a writer, there are certain moments and events that one pictures whenever the beginning of a story begins to form. For Ron’s Toys, this is just that. And a scene I have been waiting to write for five years. Most of that time was my own fault, but I want to thank each and every person who has hung with me up to this point. Please enjoy this chapter and if you would be so kind, please leave a review telling me what you think.
Tag(s): Stripping, Cunnulingus, fingering, missionary.
Girl(s): Kim
Toy(s): N/A.
Word(s) 11286
Chapter 11 – What She Needs From Me
Standing in front of Kim’s door I was strangely calm. The Monkey Mask was back in my bag, along with the rest of my toys. But the sleep pen was tucked away in the back of my pocket. Close enough to reach. Breathing heavily, I waited a moment before turning the nob and slipping inside. What I found was enough to hitch my breath.
She was already fast asleep. Dressed in her school clothes, she laid draped against the bed on her side, long bright red hair cast like a curtain around her. I took a step closer as quietly as I could. Her face was a mask of peace. Exhaustion framing her deep slumber more than anything else.
Once more I was forced to remember the restless and frazzled thing I’d followed the entire day. How long had she waited for me to call her? All things I could have avoided if I just hadn’t been such a coward.
My eyes lingered, drawing across the hill of her hips off the bed. I should be horrified; looking at Kim after having just had sex with her mother. But rather, I found my lust only increasing at the thought. A swelling heat I knew I could no longer run from. But rather embrace.
My hand reached. But instead of the sleep pen I sought out the warmth of her shoulder. I gave her a small shake until her long lashes fluttered with awareness.
She was slow to wake, and I felt bad seeing her finally get some sleep just for me to come along. But buried deep in her mother’s back side, I finally understood the reason I’d been struggling these past month. And what I needed to do fix it.
Kim’s eyes opened and drew to my face. Expecting some kind of explosion, my calm features stared back at her, a small amount of trepidation drawing at my lips and eyebrows. She didn’t respond right away, silently staring up at me in what I could only describe as wonder. The moment passed just a soon as it came.
She shifted, moving to sit up. I did the same, creating enough room between us that it seemed formal. Not at all the young lovers that we were. I found the nerve that had allowed me to approach her falling away in the increasing weight of the room. Faced with her piercing green eyes I had to look away, turning toward her muted purple bedspread.
My throat seemed full of something when I finally opened my mouth to speak. Though, I wished I was capable of something more elegant.
“Are you mad?” She didn’t say anything, and part of me was grateful. After all, how could she not be? Silent for a few moments longer, her words finally came out as hesitant as I felt and still dragging sleep.
“…I think that depends on what you’re here to tell me.”
Hearing her voice didn’t comfort me as much as I thought it would. We were just a bunch of teenagers. It was too controlled. Too patent. Kim was a very passionate young woman. It was like she’d already made up her mind. Though, in a way, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that she already had.
I didn’t want to look up and see her expression. But I knew I had to.
Her light green eyes stared off at the wall. It seemed she didn’t want to look at me as much as I her. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before continuing. I needed to say this.
“I’ve been lying to you,” I started. No going back now. “I’ve been lying to you and… and I think you know that.” In front of me the bed shifted and she moved to get closer to me. Stopping just short of my knees, she sat cross legged and finally allowed her gaze to meet mine. The sheer emotion bleeding through was almost enough to break me right then and there.
“I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.” her tone stayed quite, defeated. So unlike the girl I had grown up with. Her hand anxiously brushed against her bedspread, it’s muted ‘swoosh, swoosh’ seeming to dominate the room.
“Sometimes it’s like your still just Ron, just the guy I’ve known my entire life. And then,” she stopped eyes falling back to her lap. “Sometimes it’s like you say and do things that make me stop and wonder if you’ve ever been honest with me.” Again she stopped, a quick and shaken breath filling her lungs. “Do you have any idea how that feels?” A spark of bite in her tone. “You’re my best friend, my partner, my boyfriend! I’m supposed to trust you more than anyone. But the Ron I know would never have hurt me like you have.”
The accusations were heavy and I deserved every one of them. I didn’t say anything, just accepting her words and forcing myself to hear them.
For the first time, I think I understood what I was putting her through, even more than if I’d just come in and broken up with her. Regret is a painful emotion. And I could feel its sharp barbs dig into my chest.
“Are you really the same guy I’ve known my entire life? Or… or are you different? And if you are, do I even want to know who that is?” The question just hung between us. Me, staring at the crown of her head. And her, still locked on the light pink color of her nails. I had to consider my answer.
“I don’t know.” The words were all I could give her. But finally I was telling the truth. “Who I was, I don’t think I’m the same. I don’t think I can be even if I tried. But who he’s becoming, well,” I stalled, unsure how to answer. “I guess I just decided I didn’t want to be a kid forever.”
Given enough time to digest this information, I watched the bright red of her hair nod in acknowledgment.
“I love you,” I added; I felt compelled to add. “I’ve always loved you, ever since I was that little boy in pre-k. That hasn’t changed.” My finger’s rose to touch the space above my heart where I could feel the familiar warmth. “At times it’s felt like the only thing that’s kept me sane, even when it feels like everything’s changing, I knew that wouldn’t.” I finished, waiting for her reply.
She looked up, catching me off guard. Even more than that, I was horror struck at the single drop of moisture building in the corner of her eyes. Kim wasn’t the kind of girl that cried easily. And when she did, never for very long. But reaching out, the sight of those same eyes hardening to the density of diamonds forced me to stop half way, lest I wanted that part of me cleanly removed.
“More than Yori?” was her response. And I knew what I needed to do.
I thought about the Asian girl, and everything that had happened between us. She asked me to keep her secrets, without offering the option of knowing them. She invaded my life whenever she pleased, simply because she always knew it was never mine to begin with. I made the assumption that I owed these people for the simple effort of showing me basic human kindness, when instead it was them that owed me. The price of my life, my choice, my reason for living.
I think it was about time I cashed in.
I closed my eyes. “More than Yori.” I agreed. For a moment I had to wonder what the ninja would say about that. She offered herself to me so openly, would she really be satisfied being second best? But I banished the thought as soon as it’d come. Of course she would. It was her honor after all.
“Then what the fuck have you been doing since yesterday?” The words came out in a near shout. And I nearly fell off the bed hearing her so openly swear. But my admission only seemed to fuel her confusion. And who could blame her with how much I’ve lied to her. I kept my face neutral.
“My… relationship with Yori isn’t really normal. We met when I came to Japan, though you probably already guessed that part. I never told you about her, or even mentioned her. You asked what I did when I was over there, but it just didn’t seemed right. I’m not going to lie to you and say there aren’t any feelings between us, but it’s more than that. It’s…” And I stopped, really wondering if I was going to cross that line. But one look at the pain still bleeding through her glaring expression, and I knew yes. Yes I would.
I moved closer to her, my own safety be damned. Hands reaching out, I claimed the still fidgeting digest as my own, and held them with a near iron grip. She didn’t seem to appreciate the gesture, but the action seemed to surprise her more than increase her anger. I savored the contact for as long as it would last.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed things about me. Before we were dating I mean. Small things, like how Monkey fist calls me his arch nemesis despite you knowing several kinds of Kung-Fu. Or even stranger, how I always manage to hold him off just long enough for you to come in and save the day.” She didn’t answer to this information, staring at me with a twisted expression. But I could see her mind digesting what we both so easily brushed off as luck. I continued.
“Or how, out of nowhere, just when it seems like we’re beaten, I trip or fall or do something that gets us just enough time to save the day.” This seemed to take her aback, blinking like she was waking up all over again. Finally a spark of recognition glimmered beneath her anger. And here was the moment of truth.
“Shego,” she muttered, and her hands tightened in my own. I just nodded my head.
Our last debacle with the green skinned woman had stuck my friend, even if she didn’t have the heart to bring it up. After all, the villainous was an opponent even she, the great Kim possible struggled with. Yet somehow I’d been able to bring her down? I looked away. It was nice of her to try and spare my feelings, but even I knew it was hard to believe I’d manage such a feat.
“Shego.” I nodded my head. With a great amount of reluctance, I disentangled my hand from her own. She let it go easily, but watched me as I lifted my pale appendages between us. With little to no effort, I embraced the inner peace that summoned forth my simian abilities, and watched with dry amusement as Kim’s once angered eyes, now widened in startled disbelief. Gasping, she held this breath for several moments, only to let it go in a single hushed word.
“How?”
“The monkey statues,” I answered, unable to hide my smile. “In Peru? It seems old Monty wasn’t quite as crazy that time around. Too bad I beat him to the punch.” But if Kim was actually listening to my explanation, she didn’t show. Her eyes remained glued to the blue fire dancing around my fingers. Practically in a trance. I almost felt bad seeing her disappointed reaction when I dismissed it. But I needed her full attention.
“What… is it?” she nearly gasped. “What does it do?”
“I don’t know?” I half shrugged. And nearly double over in laughter at the sight of her pouting. “No, I mean, its magic as best as I can describe it. Who can really say what it is? And as for what it does…” now I really couldn’t help but smile.
This time when I let the power take over my skin, it swirled up my limbs and over my torso. Wavy blue lines of power streamed from my body in a dazzling display. Kim took all of this in and her jaw dropped. I smirked, marveling at how good it felt to be the one being admired.
“I’m slightly stronger, a lot faster,” I stressed this point, “and I guess my body just seems to learn Tai-Shing-Pek-Kwar. Cool right?”
“Monkey Kung-Fu?” Kim blinked, her excitement taking a step back. “I… guess that would make sense.” She seemed cautious, and I couldn’t really blame her. To her, all Monkey Kung-Fu has been is Monkey fist. She had no idea about the good it could do.
“Wait!” she suddenly shook her head. Just like that her stern expression returned, and I’d almost forgotten we were fighting. “What does this have to do with Yori?”
I waited for a second, scratching the back of my neck. After the past few days, the skin there was actually raw. And I could feel the sharp sting of a scab being pulled. “I just needed you to understand so I could explain… explain that Yori’s the one who taught me how to use this power.”
“Kim, the exchange student thing our school had. It wasn’t a coincidence. They picked me, knew somehow that I’d been affected by the statues before I ever had a clue. They… they were watching me.” the words came with an almost pained undertone. Hearing Yori the other day, I seriously had to wonder how long this plan of theirs had been set in motion. When I gotten my powers? Before that? It hurt my head to think.
“Ron…” she started, but didn’t seem to know how to continue.
“Why are you telling me all of this now?” her voice was quite once more. And I met her fearful eyes with neither coldness nor indifference. Rather, I found myself oddly resigned when I finally said the words. Like an actual weight lifting off my chest.
“Because she’s asked me to go with her.” Silence followed, as it does. Eyes vacant, Kim stared off into seemingly nothing. It came to the point, I half wondered if she’d heard my admission. But I knew she had.
“To… Japan?” The way she spoke, it was like I’d just said she was whisking me away to Narnia. Expression still dazed, she shook her head. And I watched in silence, waiting for her response.
“Well… no!” There she was. Like someone had slapped her, her eyes were on fire all over again. Though their heat was no longer directed at me. “No.” she went. “No… just, no. No, no, no, you told her no, right?!”
A more sadistic part of me watch her reaction, and smiled. Not that I enjoyed seeing her distressed. But so distressed just at the thought of me leaving. She still cared. And that’s all I needed to know… to continue with what I had planned.
“I didn’t.” My voice was dry and clear. Staring at me again, confusion, more than anything else dominated her features. When her voice came back, it was much smaller than it had been.
“Why?”
In all my life, I never thought I would see a picture as strange as this. Myself being the oddest component.
The beginning of tears threatened the edge of each eye. Staring at me, Kim wasn’t at all the strong young woman the world knew her to be. But rather, at the moment she was just a teenage girl. About to hear what she thought to be her best friend, and boyfriend, telling her that he was leaving her. But that there was the core of our problems. Best friend, and boyfriend. I really have been an idiot.
I didn’t comfort her. I didn’t apologize for being so blunt, or for forcing her into such a position. Instead I just watched her, expression drawn into a blank slate and try and wrap her mind around the situation.
“Things… lately, they haven’t been very good have they? Between us?” Kim’s expression softened, and let her see my regret. “And that’s my fault, at least partially. I’ve been keeping secrets. But I wasn’t the only one…” And now it was time for my expression to harden, the weight of Kim’s kindness finally coming to a point.
Her eye brows drew together in a lost stare. I waited until she spoke, my features remaining stubborn. Her tone was completely honest, exposing how little she understood of her own cruelty. “I-I don’t…” I could only sigh.
“You said you were happy when you weren’t. You didn’t talk to me, or confront me at all, just keeping everything to yourself so I couldn’t even try to do better.”
“Kim… I know you were thinking about breaking up with me.” And finally her eyes widened, shame lingering beneath the surface.
The old me would have apologized for being a bad boyfriend. He would have taken everything upon himself, all the pain and negativity and told her that everything was going to be okay. That we could just go back to being friends. No hard feelings.
But I wasn’t him anymore. And it was about time we both started to realize that.
I tried to explain to the best of my ability. Eyes hardening, a fraction of my calm mask slipped as I continued at her request. “You keep expecting me to be the same old Ron. The lovable goof. But you aren’t attracted to him, you never were.” My eyes dared her to argue, to which she simply bowered her head.
“It wasn’t until I started to change and grow up that you even started looking at me. Even if it was because of jealousy. I guess, I’ve been waiting for you to notice me for long I was willing to become whatever I needed to make that happen. But Kim,” And I stopped, forcing her to look at me and understand the weight my words.
“KP, even for you I can’t be two different people. So you need to decide what you want from me.” I pulled away from her, something too far from the bright eyed young man that I’d been finally become whole. For better or for worse I could not say.
“Because I won’t stay for a friend. That’s the decision I’ve made.”
Kim stayed silent for a time, no real emotion on her face. Cast towards her lap, she looked something close to a child that had just been chastised, petulant but guilty all the same. Narrowed eyes flicked across her bed spread, and her puffed cheeks eventually deflated. A soft, sad smile taking its place.
“The old Ron was a lot nicer.” The words were meant to be somber, but I could hear a note of dry mirth underneath. My expression didn’t change, eyes unflinching even as her green orbs turned to peek up out at me.
“That was when I was your best friend, not your boyfriend.” Her expression dropped, perhaps for the first time seeing me as I’d become and not who I was. Her reaction to this seem to leave her with a special kind of sadness, one that ached to her very core.
“Why can’t you be both?” it came as plea with just a hint of frustration. One I so wished I could gift her.
I paused, a long breath filling my chest before is sighed. “I don’t think you’ll let me.” she stared at me, an expression of utter loss stealing her bright spirit. I swallowed against my throat, feeling the dry walls drag against each other.
Kim stared me in the eyes. Flicking between each orb, she seemed to be searching for something, no doubt a hint of the person she’d thought she knew before the point. But he wasn’t there. And it was about time both of us understood that.
“I want you to stay,” she finally decided. Bringing herself up, she cleared her throat and forced her tears back. “I don’t care who you are, you’re Ron. My Ron. And… I’ll love you no matter what. Because that is something else that will never change.” Given a moment to collect herself, she stared boldly into my challenging expression, not even flinching at the slow smile that formed on my lips.
“Prove it.”
No one could deny the amount of playfulness in my tone. So caught off guard, the young woman was left blinking as I stood up from her bed and walked to the end of her room, to sit in her computer desk. Spinning the chair to face her I folded my hands in my lap, and watched her scramble to comprehend my meaning. Finally, shaking her head, she moved to follow me and stood up from the bed.
“Excuse me?”
Our relationship up to this point has been nothing but a strain on both of us. If we were going to work, if it was possible for us to actually have a future together, I needed Kim to show me that things were going to change. Because just like I won’t stay for a friend, I won’t stay to jerk off in my bed room every night. No way. So right here, right now, she was going to show me just how badly she wanted me to stay. Things needed to change.
“Prove it,” I repeated, casually lounging against the back of the chair. Calm as can be, I eyed curves of her body before settling back on her face. “Prove that you want me to stay, show me. Or I’ll be on a plane with Yori in a matter of hours.” The statement was so brazen, so unexpected, Kim seemed entirely taken aback by what I was saying. Still, never one to back down when challenged, Kim’s displeasure bleed into stubbornness, which showed through her tight expression.
“How do I…” she stopped, lips tightening. Idly, I watched her eyes lower towards my open legs and a look of fear took her. I just shook my head. This wasn’t about me.
“Strip” I explained. Easing my excitement, my expression lowered enough to still show the hunger underneath. “When we had sex, I explained how I wanted you. All of you. But you were too shy.” Again I leaned back, a kind of flutter stirring in my chest. “Show me how much you want me to stay.”
Kim’s mouth was now fully open as she stared at me. Less angered, an expression of unease took her face. And a hand moved to cover her exposed midriff.
“B-But,” she stopped, worry on her face.
She was stuck, but that just meant she needed a push. One I was more than prepared supply. I observed her fidgeting figure, cool eyes almost bored if not for the slight lift in my lips. “I wonder how Yori would answer…”
Five simple words, but boy did they get a reaction. Insecurity abandoned, the mere mention of the Asian’s name left Kim spitting fire, an indignant expression clearly shocked I would sink so low. In response, I simply shrugged my shoulders, earning a rueful glare. But she didn’t tell me to go to hell like I half expected. Instead, staring at her feet, she seemed to get lost in her own thoughts before tightening her features, and reaching for the bottom of her shirt. Now it was my turn to stare unadulterated awe.
This morning she hadn’t really put much thought into her outfit. A fact she was no doubt lamenting at the moment. Defaulting to her familiar green tanktop and tanned cargo pants, I’d seen her in this every day. But never had it been as exciting.
Fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt, she anxiously pulled it higher. Over her ribs, the first hints of a plain blue bra were seen, only to be made more apparent when she removed the top completely. Hardly exposed, her cheeks were still beaming a bright color and she covered the garment stubbornly. I made sure to smile at her, encouraging her to continue.
Comforted, if only by a fraction, Kim’s eyes dropped to her pants. With one hand she popped the button free and lowered the zipper holding the fabric around her developing hips. Gravity did the rest for her. The cream colored garment fell to the floor around her feet, leaving her in a simple pair matching panties.
Their exposure earned another bright flush in her cheek, but I didn’t comment. And spurred by my lack of reaction, the young woman stared helplessly into the intense burning of my gaze, devouring every inch of her. It seemed to startle her.
I know it might be frightening, but I was done hiding my emotions from Kim. Let her see how much I loved her. How much I loved her body. The expression on my face could not be farther from the disgust Kim seemed to expect. She seemed to despise the size of her chest, the definition of her muscled underneath her soft skin. But I loved them. Because they were what made Kim the woman of my dreams.
Seeing my desire, and drawing strength from it, the uncertainty in her eyes seemed to slip just a bit as she undid her bra and exposed her breast. The widening of my eyes and flare of my nostrils only further encouraged the lust she created in me. And for the first time, she could see it.
Eyes wide, something close to a bashful smile lifted her rosy cheeks. And in an act of boldness I’d yet to see from the young woman. She hesitantly shifted her arms out of the way, giving me a perfect view of pink tipped breasts.
Small they may be, but nothing looked more feminine and beautiful that the picture I was seeing in front of me. A deep sigh drained my chest as I struggled to keep myself in check. Warmth seemed to flood her body. But this time, not from shame or embarrassment. The simple idea of being so desired by someone was new for the young woman. And offered an emotion she’d yet to experience.
For the first time in her life, she was able to forget the lankly braces redden preteen she had been. Rather, for the first time, she felt what it mean to be a woman. A desirable, sexy woman.
Faced with her underwear, her fingers still shook. This is what she struggled with so desperately our first time together. But seeing my expression, and seeing how badly I hungered for her to discard the last piece of clothing, she found the strength to hook her thumbs under each side of the elastic and pull it over the swell of her rear.
The exposure of her full nudity was entirely new. And meeting my gaze, something entered the swirling vision of her eyes. Something dangerously close to arousal.
The tips of her breasts tightening to a stubborn nub. The breath in her chest seemed lacking, as though she’d only managed to gasp half of what her blood needed to keep burning. But it all spelled the same picture.
Leaning back in my chair, my eyes lingered on the tuft of hair just beginning to grow back after Kim had shaved it all away. Hardly more than stubble after a week, it was still a welcomed sight. And I made a mental not to remind her to let it grow out again.
“Ron?” her voice seemed stuck in her throat, clogged by the myriad of emotions coursing through her brain.
Brave as she was to follow my request, Kim was still a teenage girl. She took comfort in my obvious display, but that wasn’t enough. Standing before me in nothing but a smile, she was waiting for me to respond. To do something that would give her the reassurance she felt she needed. If she could only see herself the way I saw her. Though, maybe that’s for the best.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” I sighed, feeling the heat in my chest as it burned out my nose. She took these words with a look of surprised, by her lips lifted ever so slightly.
Standing to my feet, I could feel the full strain of my erection fight against the front of my pants. Ignoring it completely, I took my time and drew my eyes up and down Kim’s naked body. Kim watched all of this, unable to do anything but shiver.
Stepping closer, her eyes were hesitant, but expectant. And she didn’t stop my hand from reaching out to touch the firm softness of her stomach. Ducking her head, her breath halted at my touch. She swallowed nervously, but nevertheless allowed my exploration.
“No idea at all,” I repeated. Moving further down, the tip of my fingers brushed the course strands of dark red hair guarding her sex. The skin here gave under my fingers, feeling soft and tender. I turned my hand toward her hip and marveled at how I ever thought I would be able to leave her. Kim responded to my touch, naturally. Leaning her side into my palm.
Hands at her sides, she continued to struggle with her breath, the intimacy of the moment effecting her more than she was willing to admit. I continued as though I hadn’t noticed.
“You feel shy and self-conscious, even when you’re this beautiful.” I took a step around her body to meet the pale curve of her bottom. I recalled my episode in the school’s showers, and how achingly I’d wished to reach out and touch her then. I satisfied that urge right here, continuing until I palmed one of her generous curves.
Remaining the compliant partner, Kim stayed perfectly still. Now stood directly behind her, my chest just touched the smooth plane of her back. And my lips angled to speak directly into her ear.
“Even when you have every other boy in the school talking about how much they wish they were as lucky as me.” this earned another startled breath. Turning her head, she looked at me over her shoulder, eyes wide with disbelief. I found my smile widening to a mocking smile. One that drove the expression from her face. Instead, her green eyes twinkled with something closer to awe.
“You should hear them in the locker rooms,” I continued, keeping her pinned under my gaze. “Brick, Josh,” still sticking her body, I could feel her body quivering with each struggling breath. “A total babe, a hottie. And that’s only if I don’t go into the more crass topics.” Again she stared at me, incredulous. I was very satisfied to feel a long shiver wrack her body.
Was she picturing it? The crowd of hormone riddled teens lusting after her perfect body? Her eyes certainly said so. Lost and staring off to a faraway place. Tightening my hand of her rear, I forced her back into the room. Back with me. And the following choked moan was everything I’s hoped to gain from this little show.
Kim’s eyes were already wide when she covered her mouth. But we’d both heard it. No matter how badly she wanted to deny it, she enjoyed what was happening. Past the shame and embarrassment, she wanted to be desired. Just like everyone else in the world. Stripped down to nothing, she could no longer try and deny the hunger I felt for her. And she enjoyed it.
Flushed with arousal, the puffy lips between her legs had turned a few shades darker. Just as effected, her breasts were warm and swollen, and their tips eagerly sticking out for attention. I stepped away from her, a proud smile on my face. Kim’s eyes could see this, and she fought to keep from showing this new side of her. But just the way she stood displayed the new found confidence.
“How do you feel?” I asked. And Kim looked at me up through her lashes. Despite the coy appearance, her voice was strong and even.
“Beautiful…?” It came as a question, but that left her with a hesitant grin. “I mean, I always thought I was pretty but,” she stopped, breathing in deep as turned her shoulders back and unabashedly displayed her breasts. “I guess I never thought of myself as sexy, you know?” and her eyes dropped, stopping just at the bulge pressing against my pants. I didn’t bother to hide myself, watching as her eyes lingered over the proof of her abilities. “I’m happy you like my body. I like the way you look at me.”
It was the same with Ann and how I pushed her boundaries. Just because she wasn’t comfortable with it didn’t mean she wouldn’t end up joy it. If she were ever seriously against anything, of course I would stop. But if the only thing holding her back were her own insecurities and doubts, I was willing to go to any measure required to open her eyes and show her everything that was offered.
Kim, resigned as she was about her nudity had nothing to fear. And now that she understood that, she reveled in the pride and confidence that came with showing off her wonderful curves.
My eyes smoldered as I walked forward, cupping each side of her small waist. This action forced my erection to press against her lower stomach, and she gasped at the contact. But not before turned to meet my gaze.
I kissed her. Right then and there, no words. I just pressed my lips against hers, and felt her body melt against mine.
Her hands lifted to grab the front of my shirt, and her feet lifted to press her mouth harder against my own. The front of her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel their softness against me every time our position shifted. Clinging to each other, the heat of our bodies mixed to the point of combustion. And I knew it was time to strip out my confining cloths.
I pulled away, and Kim’s expression was lost in a fog of pleasure. Idly she watched me pull my shirt off my shoulder and force myself out of my pants. Erection bobbing, the sight of my slight body was enough to earn a smile from the girl. And in very much the same way I’d watched her, she returned the favor. More than happy to reciprocate, I didn’t so much as bat an eye and did away with the last of my clothes.
Fully erect, my penis hung between us, twitching with the beat of my heart. Only the second time seeing this part of me, Kim’s eyes still held that startled wonder that came with lack of experience. She reached out, hesitant at first but then quickly becoming bold. Doing away with the shy girl inside of her, her fingers curled around my member earning a groan from yours truly.
Unfortunately, as much as I would love to feel her touch I wasn’t quite finished correcting the mistakes I’d made during our first coupling.
I pulled out of her hand and she blinked at the sudden motion. Standing tall before her, my eyes returned to the juncture of her full thighs, now warm and flushed with blood. I stole a long breath, imagining the fragrant musk no doubt emanating from her opening. It’d been far too long since I’d had the pleasure of Kim’s unique taste. And Kim was long overdue receiving the favor.
“Ron!” my name came out in gasp, and I was forced to turn away to try and find the disturbance. Kim’s expression bled fear, and she helplessly hugged her arms over her chest. I struggled to find what could have caused the relapse, but for the life of me I failed to find anything that could have startled her. Casting her a confused glance, her wide eyes became only further stress as she nodded a head towards the door. “My mom!”
She looked pale as a sheet and she worried over her over bearing parent. Starting at the door, the teenager looked as though the older woman could appear at any second. “I-I totally forgot that she was home! She might seriously tell Dad if she catches us again!” Understanding her panic, my pulse calmed considerably. Putting on an earnest expression I forced Kim to look at me and breath.
“Do you trust me?” The question seemed to come out of nowhere. And Kim seemed to agree. Blinking, she was still too focused on the threat of her mother to really understand what I was saying. So I repeated myself. “Do you trust me?” In a firmer tone, this time Kim stopped enough to look in my eyes. Uncertainty bleed from her expression. And who could blame her?
Considering everything that lead up to this point, the last thing she should want to do is trust me. That being said, after a moment of hesitation she reluctantly nodded her head. I smiled before kissing her on the forehead.
“Then don’t worry about your mom, and get on the bed.” She had questions, so many questions. The sheer amount of self-control it must have taken for her to simply nod her head as she did was more than anything I would have accomplished. But still she did as she was told. Head still tilted towards the door, a wrinkle remained creased between her brows. I watched her crawl the rest of the way to the middle of the bed, butt raised up in the air. Finally, she lowered her back onto the soft mattress. Away from the door, her green eyes switched to me and waited anxiously.
Even if Kim didn’t know it, she didn’t have to worry about her mother interrupting us. I’d made sure of that.
It was strange at the time to have sex with a woman while plotting how to then have sex with her daughter a few minutes after. But my time with Ann reminded me how much I cared for these two woman, and that meant I would be forced to do things, neither of them would appreciate, to have them. I accepted that now. To get what I want, nothing will stand in my way. Not even them.
“Kim,” I stared, my voice seeming to melt everything that it came in contact with. Kim was very much the same and heady vibration fluttered her lashes. Crawling toward her, erection dangling, all thoughts of her mother seemed to bleed away. The entirety of her nervous energy focused on me.
Above her, my naked body towered above her own. My hand moved to touch her stomach, light circled drawing on the flawless surface.
“Kim, I might not be good at much, I’m willing to admit that. I’m week, a coward, and even now I look down at you wonder if I’m even close to good enough. That being said, there is something that I’m great at.”
Her curiosity allowed my hand towards her breasts, feather light touches stimulating the already hardened nub. My fingers seemed to dance across her skin until the color touched her cheeks.
“And that’s sex.” The admission earned a wide eyed guffaw from the girl bellow, but I didn’t allow it to affect me. Instead allowing my fingers to center on her engorged nipple. And baring down I gave just enough pressure for her to feel her own heart quicken. When that disbelief turned to surprise, I allowed myself another small smile.
“Out there, in the real world, where there’s school, and family, and missions; you’re in charge. And I’m okay with that, I always have been. Because I knew you were the one best equipped to lead us through those situations.” My hand lifted, cupping her cheek. My thumb ran along her pale lips, earning a soft sigh for my efforts. She opened her mouth almost on instinct, allowing me to feel her delicate tongue on the appendage.
“But Kim,” and my voice grew hoarse. “Here, in the bed room, you’re not the one with all the answers. I am. Because I…” my smile grew. “I know sex. And I’m going to show you, just how good I’ve become in the time you weren’t paying attention. This time, it’s you that will follow after me.” I pulled my finger from her lip, but her mouth stayed open. A kind of mesmerized awe taking her glittering orbs.
Was it so strange seeing me like this? Confident, eager, so sure? Kim defiantly seemed to think so if her attention was anything to go by. Well good. As kind and selfless as I’ve tried to be most my life, it didn’t come without its draw backs. Maybe she could finally see the benefits to her boyfriend maturing a bit, if only to find him more attractive.
My first time with Kim, I’d done everything wrong. I tried to give her gentle and loving, and that had gotten me nowhere at all.
The teen hero had been… generous up to this point in the way she viewed or private time together. I could tell she enjoyed what I did. At least to a point. But how could she ever really crave the act of sex if she’d yet to experience it’s full bliss for herself?
I didn’t want Kim to feel obligated to put up with my attention. I didn’t even want her to enjoy it. I wanted her to need it. Need it as much as I needed her. And if I couldn’t give that to her, than I really don’t deserve a woman this incredible.
Well, I wasn’t about to make that mistake twice. And moving down her body, my eyes fell to her legs so cautiously pressed together. My hand fell to her knee and her breath froze. Still stunned silent, she hardly put up any effort at when I pulled the pale appendage open, the soft red line of her core finally appearing. It wasn’t until I lowered myself onto the bed, face drawing ever closer to her femininity that she found her voice. And even then, it was more of a yelp than anything intelligible.
“That’s not-!” she started. But stopped as soon as my eyes raised to meet her fearful orbs. Shrinking back, she opened her mouth prepared to speak. But nothing ever came. Finally I just turned back towards her sex, my warm breath washing over the damp skin just as I had done for her mother less than an hour before.
“If being your sidekick has taught me anything, Kim, it’s that you can’t always have your way. Sometimes, all you can do is just sit back,” my face lowered, “and hold on.”
My lips met her own in a caring embrace. That’s to say, I could feel the heat of her core burn against my mouth, the amount of arousal of our time together becoming proof against my lips in the form of tangy, slick liquid. The mere presence of my mouth on her sex seemed to affect her more than the actual sensations. And I could feel her seize beneath me. Too anxious to even move, I paid her discomfort no mind. Simply allowing the map of her body in mind to lead me where I needed to go.
By the end of today she won’t even be able to stand.
Stiff posture aside, Kim’s sex was as soft and pliant as ever, her plump lips easily pushed aside by the insistent muscle of my tongue and the small amount of stubble scratching against lips.
Both legs over my shoulders, my hands were free to manipulate whatever I needed. Hooking my thumbs between each flushed petal, I pulled her sex apart in an action that earned a tortured groan from my partner. Movement urged me to look up just in time to see her throw an arm over her face, no doubt hiding her horrified expression. But I just smiled against her muff, more amused than apologetic.
The new position allowed my seating lips to immediate search out the shy nubbin of her clit. Hidden beneath its hood, my lips latched on, pulling it whole area of her body into my mouth with only the smallest of suction.
Time to show her the benefits of a boyfriend like me.
The effect was immediate. Tensing in an entirely new way, I could feel her hips jerk at the strange, but pleasant sensation of the tip of my tongue flicking across her throbbing button. Stealing a deep breath, she held the air against her throat, struggling and eventually trying to keep her pleasure from being herd in a sharp squeak of surprise.
Attention focused on her nub, I retrieved one hand to brace my thumb against her opening. Thick and blunt, it sank into the near virginal hole, more than enough to give the girl that wonderful stretching sensation. The duel sensations proved to be too much. And despite her reservations, the slow methodical motion of her hips rocking against my face began.
I wasn’t overlooking the knowledge that I’d just been in the same position with this girl’s mother. And I found myself helpless but to compare them.
In an odd way, they actually tasted very much the same. If only differing on amount of musk Ann seemed to carry. More mature in her flavor, Kim’s was just a bit more tart. Puckering my tongue. Either way, they were both wonderful in their own way. And I would happily service them both for as long as they would allow
Kim’s voice broke in a series of grunt and mewls. Unsure to the sensations I was gifting her, there was little she could do in terms of preparation. In and out of her opening, the rough bad of my finger bared against the fluttering wall of her insides. I could feel her tighten around me. The muscles of her womanhood just learning to understand itself. Alternating between gentle suckles and abrasive licks, I pulled back only when I could see her body covered in sweat, alight with the warm blood of arousal.
I stared at her, eyes heavy and breathing just the same. Face covered in her juice, my tongue danced with her sweet, salty flavor.
“Thoughts?” I prompted, my voice positively dripping with satisfaction. Kim didn’t answer, too busy breathing. Though she did allow her arm to shift just enough for a single green orb to peek out.
I can only guess the sight of my face between her out stretched thighs, was too much for her to handle. Biting her lip, she turned her head to the side, a long groan filling the air. What followed was the deep throaty chuckle rumbling from my chest.
Without my mouth my fingers were still at work. I switched out my thumb, replacing the digit with the far more substantial duo of my ring and pointer. The longer reach allowed me to spear her much deeper, the temperature of her arousal only increasing as the silken walls drew along my searching appendages. Her breasts continued to rise and fall with the force of her breath.
I was content to watch her body writhe under my attention, proof of my abilities finally shining through.
Kim, whether she wanted to admit it or not, had difficulties even more debilitating than her shyness. Unused to the shift in our relationship from friends to more, I’d been unable to identify just what was causing so many problems. And even now I found myself just beginning to recognize the pattern.
As time went on, the frame of her thighs against my head began to shake and quiver. The familiar rhythmic tightening of her inner muscles pulsed in ever increasing interval. And yet, her release never came. Body clenched and features strewn in concentration, she seemed to be unwilling or unable to take that final step over the edge of her pleasure. And for one simple reason.
To give into the pleasure, to simply let yourself go and be swept away, to give up control of your body to another person is something Kim had never done before. Even if she’d given me her heart, she refused to give up that single piece of her. Which meant I’d need to take it.
“Don’t be afraid,” my voice rumbled deep in my chest. Low and soothing, I found myself repeating the same dulcet tones I’d sang to her mother for the very same problem. “Don’t be afraid to let yourself feel it. I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen to you. But you need to sit back and let it happen.”
If Kim heard me, I couldn’t tell. What little I could see of her face was still pinched in undeniable stubbornness. Though, I can’t say I was surprised. But I didn’t mind. It only meant when she did finally crumble it would be that much more beautiful.
What I’d failed to understand, to understand at the start of our relationship, what I should have done from the very beginning was the thing that attracted her to me in the first place. Unlike me, Kim was in control of everything in her life. Her grades, her future, our missions, she was in charge. Which is why she struggled so much in giving that up in the bedroom. Even with the promise of pleasure. But it was that same, dark, secret craving I knew I could exploit.
Deep down, she didn’t want to be in charge. Why would she? The stress, the responsibility, weight of everyone’s eyes looking at you for guidance; she suffered through it every day in nearly everything that she did. So why on earth did I think she’d want to put up with it in a relationship as well?
The truth? She wanted someone to take control. She wanted to be the one to lie back and be taken care of. She wanted a man that was assertive enough to let her simply enjoy herself without anything else getting in the way. Even when that meant being told what to do.
At her core, Kim Possible wasn’t anything like the mature, responsible, headstrong persona that the world saw every day. Rather, she was a girl who wanted to be just that, waiting for someone who can take all the stress of being a teen hero away and let her be another teenager.
Even if she didn’t understand the need herself. That’s why it was my job to make her see. To press and chip, until all of her defenses were stripped away. But Kim wouldn’t submit to just anyone. Which only further proved my need to grow as I had. Stronger, more sure of myself, and all to ready to step up. I wasn’t perfect, and I didn’t deserve her. But I will never stop trying until I am.
“n-no,” Kim’s tight voice shook. Knowing in her lips, I knew she could feel it coming, and no amount of struggle to keep it at bay. “Ron, stop! Something… something’s…” but she couldn’t say it, the quick rise and fall of her chest increasing even more.
I didn’t stop, the ever persistent thrusting of my fingers merciless against the slightly raised grove marking the top of her passage. At the same time, my lips consumed the rest of her sex, gently sucking and tongue merciless against the now throbbing point at its junction.
“Ron! Please, I- I can’t. I-.” But she could. And I would make her. She bucked wildly, less an attempt to escape and more the reaction to the building sensations coursing through her body. But I kept her still. Fighting her every inch of the way. And finally, the rhythmic clenching of her muscles stalled around my fingers, pressing down to the point of pain and remaining as such.
The accompanied gush of liquid only further marked her crumbing resolve. On instinct, the hand covering her face was thrown to the bed, sharp nails almost tearing the thick sheets as they were balled up. The other found its way into my hair, nearly pulling it out as she forced me harder against her crotch. I was only too happy to comply, the lazy motions my lips carrying her through her first release.
“Ron!” in the back of her mind, I knew she still worried about her mother. To that effect, she’d done her best to keep her voice down even when I could see it almost pain her to do so. Now, pushed over the edge, all rational thought escaped her. And the cries of pleasure I’d fought so hard to hear were released without reservation.
Her gradual panting seemed to clench in her throat, releasing in a series of short, quick mewls. Her back was hardly touching the bed anymore. Completely arched her small breast shook with the quick jerking movements of her hips and thighs. On each side of my head they only served to keep me further anchored to her sex, taste each new wave of salty, tangy flavor. Which I was only too happy to drink down.
The entire ordeal seemed to a lifetime. Moaning and crying out, wave after wave assaulted her senses until they just seemed to taper. And even then she didn’t relax. Her entire body clenched like a fist. It was only when the last few shivers wracked her spine, the allowed herself to fall back onto her bed, sweat and other juices pouring of her.
Her hand in my hair went slack but I didn’t pull back right away. Instead allowing my tongue to draw on last time through her swollen folds. The sensitive area shivering after having cum so soon.
The sight that awaited me was as beautiful as I’d expected, though, with a few surprise. Without my head between her legs, her thighs remained splayed open, her earlier objections forgotten in the boneless state of being. Entire body flushed, her breast actually shook with thundering rate of her heat beating. Her tips hard and swollen, the normal creamy complexion was entirely consumed by a softer pink undertone.
What really caught my attention, as well as my fear, were this distinct trails of moisture falling from each of her clenched eyes.
She was crying. Not deep wracking sobs, or even quietly muffled squeaks. But a silent exclamation brought forth through pure emotional overload. Considering everything that had happened in the past few days, I couldn’t blame her.
Relief that I hadn’t miscalculated in some way, I allowed my partner a moment of silence. Choosing instead to crawl up the length of her body until the crown of her head rested comfortably under my chin. Arms around her, I pulled her against my chest, and waited.
Kim returned the gesture, if not a bit hesitant. But when her arms finally settled around me they bared down with enough force to crack my ribs. This is what she needed right now. To know that I was here, and that I wasn’t going anywhere. Right now, nothing else really mattered. Which is what I tried to convey, patiently petting the back of her hair content to feel her body against mine.
“Kim,” I started, after she’d calmed down. Her breath was even against my naked chest. And the sensation of wetness had long since passed. She answered by turning her head to look at me, green eyes nervous and lost as they peeked up out from over my chin.
With her attention, my gaze seemed to burn, the intensity only matched by the truth of my words as I spoke them. The steel in my tone as unwavering as my love.
“Kim, you won’t ever have to worry about me doing anything that I don’t feel is good for you. More than anyone else in this world, even more than me, I know you. Because I’ve spent my entire life watching and learning and knowing how incredible you are.”
“So despite the lies, and despite everything that says the contrary, I want you to trust me. Trust that I will only ever do what I know to be right for you, even if you don’t think so. At least right away.
“Because if you do,” and I stopped, trailing my hand that had been cupping her cheek to her breast. “I can give you this,” her eye lids drooped with the pleasure of her nipples in my hand, “and more.”
My neck craned until my lips pressed against her sweet smelling hair. I closed my eyes, something close to prayer passing through my mind. “Say yes.” I whispered. Because this was the only boyfriend I could be. The boyfriend Kim needed. I can only hope I’ve done enough tonight to show her that to be the truth.
Kim arms uncurled from around my back, enough that she was able to push herself off my chest. Looking up at me, her wide eyes almost seemed innocent in the way she shrank back, furtive and small. It was least so unlike the girl I knew, I almost thought she was someone else entirely. But no, this was Kim. How she really was.
Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. What she must think of me, I would never know. Her expression, the pain of her nails digging into my skin, even the way her lips seemed to shake, spoke only of the uncertainty she was feeling. But fluttering, her lashes opened to reveal love, so pure and simple, I knew the answer even before it was whispered through her abused and cracked voice- still hoarse from the volume of her pleasure. But I’d heard it. As clear as a bell and one million times more beautiful.
“Yes.”
My mouth was on her in a second.
Liquid happiness must be coursing through my veins, it was the only explanation for the amount of bliss I was feeling as I kissed my girlfriend.
Mine, finally, in all sense of the word. Kim had given herself to me, in a way she’d done for no other. One might expect, that after getting the thing I’ve longed for, for so long, I would feel nervous or anxious about the responsibility. But they were wrong. Because I knew without fraction of a doubt that this was what I was born to do. To make Kim happy.
Kim was slow to respond but quick to catch up. Still sluggish in the aftermath of her release her mouth opened to my beseeching tongue, the warmth and taste of her filling my mouth as her own suddenly discovered the flavor of her juices. Either unaware of where the taste came from, or too tired to care, Kim was as eager to lick back at my wiggling appendage as my own. I savored this time, imprinting on every corner of my brain.
This… this was worth staying for.
As our kissing continued, my hand joined in on the party, massaging and kneading the softness of her breasts. Kim’s reaction was to claw the broadness of me back, making it clear that this was going to be a theme of hers. Well, I didn’t mind in the least. These were the kind of scars I would wear proudly.
Time past and I made my way down her jaw line and neck leaving a trail of nips. Now free to moan and gasp, the soothing tone of her arousal once again filled the room. Now freely given. If her mom hadn’t had broken us up before, she wasn’t going to now. But I didn’t stop there, much to Kim’s surprise, instead leaning my head between her breasts, feeling their softness against my cheek.
Kim groaned as my lips wrapped around the puckered tip of her right breast. Still sensitive, her entire upper body could only squirm as I sucked it, and a portion of her breast into my mouth. Still lashing, the flat face of my tongue drew against the stubborn nub. The sensation of my taste buds proved to be too much. And soon Kim’s nails found the back of my head. Which is where they would stay as switched between the different mounds, leaving my mark and exploiting the young woman’s weakness.
“Ron?” Kim’s hurried breathing stopped, feeling my lips travel further still. In response I could only smile against her upper abdomen, the cute dimple of her belly button just inches from working mouth.
I stopped, pulling my lips from her body and looked up. Kim’s expression was now more open and bright, but there was new streak of confusion across her brow. My smile grew into a shark like visage, no less predatory or hungry.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” was my question. That left her eyes widening to a comical degree that continued as she watched me continue towards her privates. Enough time had passed for her to recover, and I figured it couldn’t hurt to double up on my argument. Hell, maybe even triple. As if Kim could read my thoughts, she opened her mouth to protest, no doubt thinking it impossible to go through that again and so soon after the first. But I would take a great amount of pleasure just showing her just how wrong she was.
Despite Kim’s crazed look, she opened her legs without prompt as my head feel back between her scrumptious thoughts. Her sex was just as enflamed and flushed as I’d eft it. Making the motions of my tongue and lips even more familiar when they settled against the folds and lips. I didn’t bother with my fingers this time, content to take my time and build her slowly t her peek.
Which I did, two more times despite Kim’s cry for mercy following the second. Settled between her open legs I sucked and licked at her crotch for as long as she would let me, each time growing easier as she grew used to the surrendering sensations. Finally, feeling her thighs tighten around my head I pulled back, whipping my face clean with the edge of her comforter.
Afterwards I crawled on top of her, eyes glimmering as I stared down at her clenched eyes, lips parted to allow the great windfalls of breath that seemed to be the only thing keeping her alive. She was drained, almost beyond recognition. But I had one more thing to do before I could say the day was over.
“ohhhhhh…” Kim groaned, the sensation of my erection at her crotch no doubt the last thing she was hoping to feel. I didn’t pay it any mind, brushing the length of my fingers across her forehead and corrected the sweat stained strand that stuck there.
She almost seemed asleep when her eyes finally opened to see me above her, a strange, but welcomed reminder to how all of this had started. When I compare the panicked inexperienced boy I’d been then, clumsily fumbling around, it makes me shake my head. But every journey starts with a single step. And that step had taken me here.
“We’re almost done,” I promised her. Out of breath and exasperated by this point, her eyes narrowed into a faux glare. Though without any real heat behind them. At the same time, her hands moved from my chest to cup each side of my neck.
“You better be,” was her response. Her tone seemed almost mystified, as though she couldn’t even comprehend the alternative. “Are you actually trying to kill me or something?” but she wasn’t mad. Cheeks warm and smile bashful, she’d enjoyed my attention more than she was willing to admit. That being said, she was fairly inexperience. And three orgasms would be enough to knock out women twice her age. Just ask the one sleeping down stairs.
“I can think of worse ways to go.” And I lowered my face towards hers. Kim’s expression softened when our lips finally met, slow lingering brushes marking my entry into her body.
The curved, blunt tip of my eructation pushed through her folds to settle against the shallow dimple of her opening. Pushing harder, her tightness slowly consumed me in a single long thrust of hips. More than wet enough to accept me, her heated muscles yielded with exaggerated ease, tender and exhausted after going so long without work. The girl under me simply groaned, closed eyes clenching as she experience her second ever penetration.
It was just as I remembered. Slow, lingering motions pushed and pulled my body into hers. She was sensitive, and tired, yet even still I could feel her doing her best to reciprocate my effort, her hips meeting my own half way. I took the gesture to heart, loving her that much more for it.
In so many ways I found our embrace reflecting that of our first time. Slow and patient, loving and gentle, but the changes that had been occurred made all the difference. Last time Kim had been on top of me, more intent on getting me off than receiving anything for herself. I would never be so foolish, angling my thrusts and worshiping her breasts even as I enjoyed her muscles clamping down. Even now I could feel her tender caress starting to sharpen, nail lines crisscrossing my skin in ways I could only fathom. By the time I stumbled out of this room I would look like I’d just survived some kind of battle.
Time went on, and the springs in Kim’s bed soon mirrored the pace I’d built to. Slapping against Kim’s body, her entire body shook on impact, the tips of her breast jerking up and down in rhythm. By this point, our kiss had long since ended to supply the heaving gaps and sighs our exertion forced. This time it was my turn to moan as the trembling heat inside Kim’s body beckoned me deeper, harder, which I was helpless to resist.
The tip of my cock pressed against her narrow end and her back arched into me. Against my chest could feel her breasts, soft and pebbled. The added friction only further stimulated the sensitive location, and I could feel Kim respond in kind. Soon her hands were clutching me, pulling me against her so the resistance increased. I could feel the effect around me, her crotch tightening just that much more.
I wasn’t going to cum before her, I’d made that decision no matter how lofty. Balls aching and tension building in my lower back, I nearly groaned when the growing pitch in her groans cracked.
Impossibly tight, against my girth I celebrated the crushing strength with my third release of the day, the last of my pent up juices spilling towards the very back of her channel. The culmination of our juices oozed around our joining, down Kim’s clenched cheeks and onto the bed bellow. I pulled out slowly, the last of Kim’s strength spent feeling my cock slip free.
She was done. Braced above her, I stared down at the red haired teen struggling to so much as stay conscious. I smiled, despite my own exhaustion, and pulled back enough crawl out from over her. Neither of us said a word, each positioning ourselves we aligned on ourselves, my front molded to Kim’s back.
The last thing I remember before falling into blissful slumber, was the iron like grip Kim’s hands pulling my arms around her. The kind of grip that never let go. Now I just had to make sure she would never have to.
Next Chapter – April 2^nd – Control: After two long days of pain and anguish, Ron finds his relationship with Kim stronger than ever. Yori stands as the sole obstacle left standing between him and his future with Kim. But what will she think of his sudden change of heart? For so long Ron’s lived a life not entirely his own. he will soon realize just how little he knew.
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