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! While trying to leave early, Ron was instead sexually accosted by a drunk Bonnie. Meanwhile, while waiting for Ron, Kim was approached by a tipsy Tara, who after a few drinks and a hot dance session, shared a kiss with Kim. The blonde then led the redhead away, saying to her, “I want to show you something...”
The Bonnie Rockwaller House Party Blow Out
The Morning After, Part 1
by Ice13/zatanaslover
Bonnie Rockwaller hadn’t slept so well in years. It bothered her a little that it took fantasizing about the Loser to do it, but what the hell, it was a kink she just couldn’t deny. Not that she’d ever actually go through with the real thing. Bonnie remembered the fantasy so well, for a moment it had almost seemed real. With a contented purr, Bonnie snuggled into the body holding her.
Her eyes shot open. She thought it had all been some fantastic dream. The arm holding her, though, told her she probably did something with someone last night, and considering the soft, thin flesh of the person holding her, it could not have been her boyfriend, Brick. She slowly removed the arm from around her waist and slid away from the incapacitated form and looked over her should to see the boy who’s dream had come true the night before.
“Oh. My. God!” Bonnie said.
It wasn’t any boy. It was the Loser. Ron Stoppable! Drool was slowly coming down his lip, and he lightly snored, a large, lopsided grin on his face. This wasn’t possible.
“Dear God, no!” Bonnie hissed.
*****
Kim Possible hadn’t had an uninterrupted sleep in years. Between missions and recovering from her numerous injuries and activities, she rarely got a straight eight hours. She couldn’t remember much, if anything, from the night before. Heck, she didn’t even know where she was.
Opening her eyes, Kim looked around herself. She was in a small, windowless room, lying on a pile of blankets, with a floor lamp in one corner, and a washer/dryer combo unit in the other. She also had a small, delicate hand on one of her breasts.
With a tiny shriek, Kim jumped up to her knees and looked behind her. Wrapped in one of the thick blankets was Tara, her fellow cheerleader and all around nice girl. While the blonde still apparently had her shirt on, the skirt she had been wearing last night was off to the side of the blankets.
Kim looked herself over, noting that she was completely naked. She snatched up one of the blankets and backed up into the dryer/washer. What had happened? Why was she naked with Tara? Had they...
Suddenly, Kim Possible remembered...
>>>“We can... talk down here,” Tara giggled. The blonde cheerleader led Kim down the stairs into the basement of Bonnie Rockwaller’s house.
Kim was nervous. She didn’t know what she was feeling, other than a warm sensation throughout her body. Was it the alcohol, the crowded home? Or was it the perky little blonde who was pulling her down into the dimly lit basement, mere moments after they had finished grinding their bodies against each other, mere moments after sharing a short, tender kiss?
Kim knew the answer, but chose to ignore it.<<<
That was right. Tara had brought them down here. But, how did they end up like this? It was slowly coming back to Kim, and it was SO the drama...
>>>The door to the laundry room swung open, and Tara, walking backwards, led Kim inside. They stumbled on some discarded sheets, and the blonde kicked them all together into one big pile. Tara, still holding one of Kim’s hands, sat down on the sheets, and patted a seat next to her. Kim joined the blonde on the ground.
“Nice ‘n private!” Tara grinned.
“Are we suppos’d to be down here?” Kim asked.
“Sure! Bonnie showed it to me earlier. Good ol’ Bonnie Bon Bon.” Tara giggled again and raised her hand, the one holding Kim’s.
The two girls’ fingers began to intertwine with each other as Tara began to hum a soft tune. Kim suddenly felt very relaxed and tried to figure out what it was that Tara was humming. She looked at Tara’s mouth for help, but upon seeing the small, thin, wet lips of the blonde, Kim remembered their earlier kiss, causing her to blush and look away.
“So, Kim... can I ash you a queshton?” Tara asked.
“Sure.”
“Have you ever, I dunno, kissed a girl before, before tonight?”
Kim blushed again, continuing to avoid the blonde’s gaze.
“Wa... once,” Kim said, “Monique and I jus’ wanted ta see what it was like.”
“What did you think?” Tara asked.
“It was... different, I guess?” Kim didn’t remember entirely. Monique and she had just laughed and went back to discussing Club Banana fashions. Plus, Kim was pretty out of it.
“Well...” Tara looked away for a moment, brushing her hair behind her ear, “What did you think about ours, earlier?”
Kim looked up and finally made eye contact with Tara. The blonde’s blue eyes were wide as jewels. Kim wasn’t sure where this was going, but she knew one thing - Tara was adorable, and she couldn’t lie to her for just that reason.
“It felt nice,” Kim said. Tara smiled at those words, and leaned forward.
“Really?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” Kim said, almost on reflex. Her eyes were drawn to Tara’s lips again. The smaller girl had been so nice, helping her feel like a normal teen, not some hotshot weirdo who felt compelled to run around and save the world. Tara just wanted her to feel comfortable; she wanted her to feel good.
“Wanna try it again?” Tara asked.
“Uh huh,” Kim said again.
Tara and Kim leaned forward, almost as if drawn together by an unseen force. Their lips met in a tentative, wanting moment. They pulled away, but then met again, this time more fervently. Then, Kim had her hand tangled in Tara’s hair, and Tara’s arms were wrapped around Kim’s waist.
In moments, it had become a full blown make-out session.<<<
“Oh. My. God.” Kim said, holding her head in her hands.
*****
Bonnie had been staring at Ron for nearly five minutes straight. Shock wasn’t the word for it; straight up denial was what she was experiencing. Yet, despite how out of it she had been last night, every activity was clear as day to her. The kissing, the licking, the groping, the grinding, the dirty talking, the spanking...
“Oh God...” Bonnie said, raising a weary hand to her forehead. In her inebriated state, she had thought it was all a dream when she saw Ron Stoppable in her very own bedroom. So, she let out every single kink she liked to keep inside - things that Brick didn’t even know about. Now, this loser, THE Loser, had experienced her need to be dominated, humiliated and spanked like a... a...
“I am officially a whore.” Bonnie hid her face in her hands. Maybe this would make it all go away, if she just hoped enough.
While Bonnie whispered her deepest wish to herself, she remembered something else about last night. As far as she could tell, Ron Stoppable had what had to be the largest and longest cock she’d ever had. Far more than Brick’s average six-incher. Oh, it did its job, but not always as satisfyingly as possible. If it wasn’t just the beer, she remembered being more fulfilled than she had ever been last night.
With a gulp of and a raised eyebrow, Bonnie reached for the blanket covering Ron Stoppable’s little soldier...
*****
>>>Tara’s hand reached its way underneath Kim’s shirt. Kim, for her part, put her hand on Tara’s arm, preparing to push it away, but it just felt so good! Kisses from Tara tasted like strawberries and cream, one of Kim’s favorite flavors.
Tara’s delicate hand began to squeeze the bra-encased right breast of Kim Possible, eliciting a quiet moan from the redheaded girl. After a few minutes of this, Tara reached up and pulled the bra down, and began lighting tugging on Kim’s nipple.
“Oh, my gosh!” Kim said, her hand flying up and cupping Tara’s. The blonde girl giggled and began twisting the nipple again.
“Like it, do we?” Tara leaned in and began planting small kisses on the nape of Kim’s neck.
“I... I guess...” Kim closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, trying not to think too much about what was going on.
“I can stop if you want.” Tara was now blowing behind Kim’s ear, between kisses.
“No... no... it’s fine.” Kim’s hand now went to the back of Tara’s head, carefully stroking the blonde’s hair.<<<
Kim’s nipples stiffened at the memory, but she ignored it. She looked around for her clothes, and at least found her shirt. She put it on and tried to remember exactly how far she went. A drunken groping session meant nothing.
>>>Tara continued to work Kim into a frenzy, her hands and her lips continuing their assault on Kim’s breast and neck respectively. The hand on her breast pulled away slowly, and then made its way down Kim’s belly, and then cupped Kim’s crotch.
“Tara... I...”
“Just tell me ta stop, Kimmie, and I will.” Tara began rubbing Kim’s most intimate area, expertly rotating around Kim’s panty and jean covered clit.
“I... I...” Kim felt her body began to push her pussy into the expert hands of Tara. She didn’t care anymore. She was tired, wasted, and it felt so good!
“Tara?”
“Yeah, Kimmie?”
“Do whatever you want.”
Tara suddenly stopped her ministrations and pulled back. She looked Kim in the eyes, cupping Kim’s face in hands. She leaned forward and kissed her.
“You’re so cute!” Tara giggled, immediately returning to her earlier assault. >>>
“Even in the morning, you’re absolutely adorable.”
Kim’s head quickly turned to the source of the voice. Staring at her was Tara. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were half closed, but she still had her trademark smile.
“Uh... thanks.” Kim said, pulling her knees in closer to her.
“What’s wrong?” Tara asked, standing up and walking over to Kim. She dragged one of blankets along with her.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Kim said, turning away from Tara, “Why would anything be wrong?”
Tara sat down next to Kim. The blonde girl ran her fingers through her hair and shook some of the tangled strands loose. She threw her hair behind her and focused her eyes on Kim. Suddenly, the same eyes shot wide open as Tara scooted back. She brought both her hands up to her mouth.
“Oh my gosh! Last night, you...”
“What, you didn’t remember?” Kim asked.
“No, I do, it was so... but I thought... Oh no, oh no, oh no... I freaked you out. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to. It’s just I’ve had this little crush... Oh crackers.” Tara turned from Kim, her arms wrapped around herself.
“Well, I am freaked out,” Kim said. She was still holding her legs in close. “I’m sorry, but last night would never have happened if I hadn’t gotten drunk. I never tried alcohol until last night, and it... I’m just so confused...”
“Oh no, don’t be! I... I took advantage of you!” Tara hopped over to Kim’s side. She reached out to touch her, but then thought better of it. “I just recently found out how much I enjoy girls, and I started noticing you, and I wanted you to like me back, and...”
“Tara,” Kim said, turning to the blonde, “You know I don’t date girls, right?”
“Oh, me neither!” Tara laughed a little, “I just really, really enjoy them. I thought you might enjoy it too.” Tara blushed and put a lock of hair behind her ear. “Instead, I think I screwed up what could have been a really good friendship. All because I got horny.”
“Well, since we’re being honest...” Kim looked at Tara’s face. She bit her lower lip, trying to find the words.
“Yes?” Tara asked.
“One of the reasons I’m sort of freaked is...” Kim’s voice lowered to a whisper, “I think I liked it. Kinda.”
*****
“Jeez, morning wood!” Bonnie hissed.
Bonnie’s eyes widened at the sight of an almost fully erect 11-inch cock. Ron was abnormal, that was certain. She slowly reached forward, preparing to touch the tool that had brought her such pleasure. Suddenly, she pulled back.
“Ew, gross!” She hopped out of the bed and began pacing back and forth, beside the bed.
“Come on, Rockwaller, think! This loser’s probably going to brag to all of his friends about this.” She stopped walking, and hands on her hips, stared at Ron. “Of course, he did take advantage of me. I could call rape. Of course, the embarrassment alone...”
The cheerleader returned to her walking, trying to think of a way out of this. She looked back at Ron’s fully erect rod. It had been so wonderful, and to tell the truth, it had been so nice to be able to just let go and give in to certain, more embarrassing, desires.
“Of course, Ron might be an idiot, but at heart, he’s a sap.” Bonnie snapped her fingers and then quickly slid into bed.
She had a plan...
To be continued!
Author’s Note: Thanks for the patience, for those of you still reading! Real life happened, and it sadly takes priority. I’m probably going to try and finish part two of this sequence before going back to my other stories. Here’s hoping!
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