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The Bonnie Rockwaller House Party Blow Out	By : Ice13 Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 58260 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Kim Possible and all related characters are owned by Disney, who are avoiding any major deviances in plot or show design by not continuing onto Kim's college years. I do not claim ownership and make no profit from this.

RECAP: Last time, on Kim Possible! Ron and Kim attended Bonnie’s huge blow out party! Unused to the wild antics of the “cool crowd,” they soon prepared to leave. While retrieving their coats, Ron stumbled into the wrong room and soon was sexually accosted by a drunk Bonnie. The sudden chance for sexual contact overwhelms Ron’s normally stalwart convictions, and after a blowjob and a round of sex, passed out next to Bonnie.

Kim, meanwhile, had been waiting downstairs...

The Bonnie Rockwaller House Party Blow Out
The Evils of Drink, Part 2
by Ice13/zatanaslover

Where the hell was Ron?

Kim had been waiting for him to return for the past ten minutes. This was taking too long, even for Ron. He had better have a damn good reason, something to do with an assault from the football team. Only then, she just might forgive him.

Bonnie’s house party was definitely a success, at least from one point of view. Anyone who was anyone – sports, debate, school government – had shown up, or had very good reasons for not making it. Most importantly, just about everyone was piss drunk. This was going to go down as a major success and score the social points Bonnie was hoping for. Too bad the whole thing made Kim uncomfortable.

Kim didn’t judge people, or at least she tried not to. Sure, her cousin Larry put her off, and she had a hard time adjusting to Felix’s wheelchair, but at her core, she was very much a live and let live kind of girl. She didn’t really care if people wanted to have their fun by gathering at a house and getting wasted. They were, rather responsibly, staying the night, but Kim just wasn’t used to these kinds of things – especially since it was illegal.

“Kiiiiiim, what’s up?!”

Kim’s head whipped to her right. Tara, with her blonde hair all over her face and her shirt barely hanging on to her shoulders, had two plastics cups in her hands and was waving one of them in the air.

“Uh, hey, Tara,” Kim smiled and gave a small wave with her hand.

“Where have you been? I been looking all over fer you!” Tara was now face to face with Kim, her eyelids half closed and a smirk on her face.

“Well, I sort of wandered around, said my hellos, and then made my way to the-“

“Here,” Tara said, shoving the second cup into Kim’s hand, “You need this.”

“Uh, no thanks.” Kim tried to give it back to Tara, but the blonde girl backed up, throwing her hands up and causing a large portion of her beer to splash onto the floor.

“Nope! Yers now!”

Kim tried again, but Tara refused to take it back. Kim held the cup to her nose and sniffed, thinking she smelled a hint of soda. She narrowed her eyes and looked back at Tara. For the blonde’s part, she was slowly sipping the beer that was in her cup, smiling at the redhead.

“What is this, exactly?” Kim asked.

“Rum’n coke. More rum than coke, but whatev.”

“I’ve never had rum, maybe...”

“You’ve never done anything, Kimmie. Kim, Kim Kimmie. S’why you should.”

“I don’t-“

“Live a little!”

Kim looked down at her drink again, biting her lower lip. Where was Ron? She needed him. Of course, one drink couldn’t hurt, could it? She was walking home, and once Ron came back with the coats, she could stop, but not feel like a total girl scout. Heck, just one sip. It would make both her and Tara happy.

“Come on, Kim, you can do anything,” she whispered to herself. Kim held the cup to her lips and took a tiny, tiny sip.

“Pfft, come on Kimmie, you can do better’n that!” Tara started to giggle.

Kim narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. It wasn’t too bad. Syrupy, but the coke helped. She nodded at Tara and took another drink. Then another, and then another. Tara continued to encourage Kim until two thirds of the drink was already gone.

“There ‘ya go!” Tara held her hand up for a high five, and a grinning Kim obliged her. Tara’s fingers then quickly laced around Kim’s, and in a swift motion she raised the redhead’s arm up.

“Check it out, miss prim and proper Possible just downed some rum, whoo!”

Some nearby guys hollered and a few “hell yeahs” came from those who could hear over the music. Kim quickly pulled her hand back from Tara’s and blushed as she slid her hair behind her ear.

“Tara, please...” Kim said. Kim looked down into her cup, noting the third of a drink left, unsure if she should disappoint the excited, blonde cheerleader. Tara sure was a happy drunk.

“Another drink, Kimmie?” Without waiting for an answer, Tara grabbed Kim by the hand and dragged her away from the door. Kim tried to pull back.

“I can’t, I’m waiting for someone – “

“We’ll be right back. Promise.” Tara delivered a lop-sided wink to Kim and continued to drag her to the make shift bar in the kitchen.

*****

One more rum and coke, and a whiskey shot, later, and Kim was feeling pretty good. Better than good, she was feeling fantastic. She couldn’t wait to see Ron. He was always there for her... well, when he wasn’t been stupid. And selfish. And just plain... Ron. But, he cared about her. She needed to give him one big hug. Then he’d know she appreciated him.

“The rum and coke’s good, Tara.” Kim smiled, pouring a half glass of coke into a cup. “Whiskey’s horrible.”

“Hoooorible. Nice. Miss Proper Possible!” Tara started giggling again.

The two stood in the kitchen, next to an assortment of drinks, ranging from whiskey to vodka, from rum to beer, and some oddly misplaced wine in a box next to some two-liters of soda. Kim and Tara were standing next to the sink, leaving room for the constant flow of traffic.

“Can’t believe I got you.” Tara laughed and poked Kim’s shoulder.

“Got me?” Kim asked, snatching a bottle of rum from the counter and filling her cup.

“Got you. Kim Possible, straight aroo, er, arrow. I popped your drinking cherry.” Tara leaned down, beer in one hand, and poked Kim by the belly button. “Pop!”

Kim began to giggle. The giggle turned into a snort, which caused her to immediately bring her hand up to cover her mouth and nose. This only caused Tara to laugh even more, which in turn gave Kim another fit of giggling.

“I’m glad you came.” Tara smiled. “You’re usually running round the world, or, or saving the school, or running fer class presdent. Presdent. Pres. Ih. Dent.”

“Only once!” Kim took a sip from her glass.

“You do everything! Sometimes no one thinks yer normal.”

“No one?”

“Well, the squad. We sometimes only see you at practice, and... Oh, we love you Kim! Well, everyone but Bonnie, but... You know, yer great at what you do, I’just you push yerself and don’t hang out too much.”

“I...” Kim looked down at her feet. She felt that way too, sometimes, but it was just a part of who she was. Always on the move, having to excel.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to hurt yer feelings!” Tara grabbed Kim’s shoulder and leaned in, face to face. Kim noticed the smell of beer on Tara’s breath but chose to ignore it. “I wanted you to know, I’ve always liked you. I just wanted you to know that I’d like to hang out wit you more. ‘Specially now that I know you can relax like normal people.”

“Thanks Tara.” Kim returned Tara’s smile with one of her own, and then laid her hand over her’s. “Glad I came, too.”

Tara began to giggle as she slowly pulled her hand away, and then brushed her hair behind an ear. Kim didn’t know why, but she backed up and took a large drink from her cup, trying to hide a blush.

The music that had been playing was a slow dance song from the Oh Boyz, but suddenly a loud burst of music hit, and a techno remix of some disco music began to play. Tara slammed her cup down on the counter.

“No freakin’ way!” Tara closed her eyes and bobbed her head. “It’s the MC Honey mix. I’m TGD!”

“TGD?” Kim asked.

“Totally. Gonna. Die.” She grabbed Kim’s drink and set it next to her own, and then grabbed Kim’s hand for about the fiftieth time that night, and pulled her towards the living room. “I gotta dance. Come on!”

Kim’s body was dragged through a mass of people towards the cleared out dining room. Bonnie had made sure everyone knew this was the dance floor for the evening. Kim swatted a few groping hands away from her breasts and her butt, until finally Tara found her way to the center of the dance floor.

Tara pulled Kim to her side and whispered, “Know the Hustle?”

“Not really.”

“Is’easy. Just follow me.”

Tara began moving her hands and hips, sliding her feet across the floor as Kim tried to keep up. The dance confused her, but thanks to her drinks from the last hour crushing all sense of modesty, and seeing a few movies and shows with the dance, and Tara’s encouragement, Kim was soon rocketing back and forth along with Tara.

A few other kids joined in, but most just started laughing or cheering the Hustle dancers on. Soon, the mix was over and another fast beat picked up. More kids began mobbing the floor, and Kim began to try and leave the room, giggling, but leaving. Tara’s hand shot out and grabbed Kim by the wrist.

“Going?” she asked.

“Gotta find Ron. S’posed to see him like, twenty minutes ago. I think twenty...”

“Yer always waiting on him. He’s Ron, he where he need to be.” Tara giggled. “Come on, I wanna hang out.” She gave the Tara version of the puppy dog pout, and it crushed what was left of Kim’s clear thinking. The alcohol was getting to her anyway. She needed to clear her mind before hooking up with Ron.

“All right, Tara.”

“Yay!” Tara clapped her hands and pulled Kim back into the dancing crowd.

Another fast beat was playing, and this time Tara just raised her arms and shook her hips back and forth. Kim copied her, and the two girls began circling around each other. A few guys lined up behind them and tried to join in, each time Kim pulling away and Tara only giving them a few seconds of teasing. Then, Tara turned her back to Kim and began grinding against her. Kim had done this at a few dances with her friend Monique – it’s just what girls did, wasn’t it? – and so she responded with a laugh as he put her hands on the blonde’s waist.

Tara began sliding up and down, falling to her knees and raising her ass up, lightly dragging it up Kim’s pant legs. Tara then spun around, her white skirt twirling, and lightly led Kim through the same motions. Kim knew this part, grinding her butt into Tara before crouching down fast. When she returned to the top, though, she bent over and wiggled her ass into Tara’s crotch. When with Monique, this would usually cause the other girl to laugh and pull away, and they’d return to their friendly dancing. That’s not what happened.

Tara ground back into Kim’s ass, and slowly dragged her hands up the side of Kim’s legs, past her butt, up her side, and then back down. Kim froze, surprised. She shook her head and thought nothing of it, doing another drop and raise, this time intending not to drive her butt back into Tara.

Tara, however, pulled Kim back into her, wrapping her arms around the redhead’s waist and pulling her up into a standing position. Tara rested her head on Kim’s right shoulder, all the while continuing the hip shaking. Her eyes wide and biting her lower lip, Kim turned her head slowly towards Tara.

“Yer full of suprises, Kimmie,” Tara whispered into Kim’s ear.

“I... I try.” Kim’s heart sped up as she felt the hot breath of the blonde on her neck. It was thick with exertion and beer.

“Les’give these horney lil boys a show.” Tara spun Kim around fast, causing the redhead to squeal.

A giggle from Tara caused Kim to look up into Tara’s eyes. She could feel Tara’s hands grabbing her own, leading them to the blonde’s own waist. Soon the other girl’s hands were on Kim’s own hips, and Tara led them into a slower sway. The entire time, their eyes never left each other’s, as green stared into blue.

Kim didn’t know what was going on. She had goose bumps, despite the heavy dancing, and her heart was jumping out of her throat. She bit her lower lip as Tara began dragging her body up and down Kim’s, each timeher gaze leaving Kim’s for only an instant. After a few moments, Kim simply decided to mirror Tara, thinking this was just for fun, just to tease the boys.

Tara and Kim continued the show, their hands traveling more and more of the other’s body. Finally, Tara lightly dragged a finger around one of Kim’s breasts. Kim bit her lip to stifle a gasp as her nipple tingled. Kim gulped and mirrored Tara perfectly. She saw Tara do a quick intake of breath and close her eyes.

Suddenly, the blonde spun around, crouched, and dragged her body up Kim’s, until finally she leaned back and pulled Kim’s hands around her waist. She leaned her head back on Kim’s left shoulder as the music died down.

“We... we showed them, right?” Tara slurred her words as she leaned in and sniffed Kim’s hair, causing the redhead to blush once more.

“Uh, yeah.”

Kim untangled herself from Tara, and quickly walked away. Kim never thought she’d say this to herself, but here it was: she needed a drink. All thoughts of Ron were banished from her mind. Her booze-addled psyche was half scared sober and it needed to process these sensations. That’s all they were of course – sensations.

Kim stormed into the kitchen and downed her still resting drink, as well Tara’s beer. She coughed after drinking the beer, finding the taste a little bitter, and then snatched the rum bottle from the counter. It was quickly becoming a favorite drink of Kim’s. She filled up her cup and just finished adding a few drops of coke, when she hear a quiet voice behind her.

“Kim...?”

Kim didn’t turn around, instead downing a third of the drink in one gulp. She slammed the cup down on the table and began coughing. It was more rum that her lightweight self was used to. She then felt a hand rubbing her back, and another holding her hand. She looked to her left and saw Tara, her eyes wide.

“Kim, are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” Kim gasped. She cleared her throat and straightened herself up. “Too much romm.” A part of Kim’s mind noted the sudden slurring of her own words, but it couldn’t concern itself with that right now.

“Ya don’t ease into anything, do you?” Tara asked. Her hand was still holding Kim’s.

“I wanna do my best. At everything.” Kim didn’t seem to notice her left hand being held, just that it wasn’t free, so she took her right and took another drink of rum. She went slowly this time and eventually, without coughing, finished the rest of the drink.

“Payshense! I can do anything.” Kim smiled, showing all her teeth. She then saw Tara’s blue eyes and began staring into them. She remembered the feeling of her body on Tara’s, her hands all over the slimmer blonde’s. It had felt so nice.

“Yer amazing, Kimmie.” Tara said.

“Thanks.” Kim said. Something within her said that since Tara had been so nice to her, she needed to thank her. She dove forward, quickly kissing Tara on the cheek. She pulled away and looked at the wall, not wanting to see Tara’s reaction.

Tara giggled and reached forward, turning Kim’s head back to towards her face. Kim now saw a large smile on Tara’s face.

“Amazin’... an cute.”

It was Tara’s turn now. She leaned forward, slowly, and kissed Kim. Not on the cheek, but lightly on the lips. Their eyes closed instinctively and neither opened them until Tara had fully pulled back.

Kim’s throat had suddenly become dry. Her hand was sweating in Tara’s, her heart was beating louder than a marching band, and her breasts were... her, her pussy was...

Kim felt Tara tug slowly on Kim’s hand, leading her out of the kitchen.

“...Tara?” Kim asked. Tara looked back at Kim and smiled. It was a small smile; barely a lip raised to one corner, accented by the dazed, drunken, passionate blue eyes of the blonde.

“Sh, Kimmie. I... I wanna show you something.”

To be continued...

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I am such a tease! I wasn’t planning on covering the adventures of Kim, originally. It was going to be a Ron focused narrative, with next to no Kim action. I got enough comments that made me wonder, so here we go! We’ll see what happens the next chapter... mwa ha ha!

Now, for a few comments from this site:

Shaloney> First, thanks for presenting your critiques in a legitimate, constructive manner. :)

Second, the sections of dialogue I left out the usual tags ("she said." "Her voice was laced with venom." "She then winked at him.") tended to be moments where the idea was a rapid exchange with little change in tone or action. There are some writers who utilize this method (I'm talking real world ones) to an extreme, there are some all dialogue stories, and in some cases, I like to use this style. If I'm using the rapid dialogue exchange, that's usually because you have all the info I want you to have, and I just want to write the conversation.

Third, I know what Ron did in chapter 1 was rape. He thinks it himself at one point, if you notice. I, however, wanted to figure out a way I could legitimately see Bonnie hook up with Ron without one of the following reasons already seen in a billion other KP stories - 1) She's a size queen and wants his ginormous cock 2) She's got a master plan (I don't buy she'd ever use sex on Ron, no matter what, without some other provocation anyway) or 3) A spin the bottle scenario.

I wanted them to relatively stay in character, and Ron gets caught up in his own emotions rather easily. I figured a "hey, I'm smashed!" Bonnie would act slutty and out of sorts a little. I'm going to explore these themes in later chapters. I've written what I wanted to, and I'm sorry if you perceive it as wrong for Ron to have taken advantage of her. Hope you stick around anyway!

RC Williams> Any positive feedback from you is always welcome. Been loving your stuff for awhile.

Raw19> Its your fault (and some on another site) this chapter's different than what I originally intended. Kim's story!

ponderguy> Same goes for you!

Imasuky Lomae > Hope you like the new chapter... ;)

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